She commands Mackenzie to strip completely.

Originally written by imphic at writing.com

Ellen nodded and continued her pacing around her topless assistant. "Well, Mack, don't stop. Right audience?"

As Ellen expected, the audience cheered enthusiastically. She was glad the host had made the venue adults only and included a two drink minimum. Not everyone looked thrilled that the magic show had turned into a burlesque, but those that were pleased looked extremely pleased.

Some were riled up enough to call out protests, encouragements, and quips.

"Don't torment your assistant. That's wrong!"

"Hey, now! Let's see where this goes first."

"I've got a wand for Mackenzie! See, I got it from the gift shop."

"This feels dirty."

"Take it all off, ginger!"

"Definitely real. I'm not sure about the hypnotism though."

"Can we still not record the act with out phones? I'd pay extra!"

"Best. Magic. Ever."

"I think you mean breast magic."

Mackenzie just stood there while some shouted with a look of indecision. Finally she turned to Ellen. "Don't stop?"

Ellen smiled broadly. "Yes, Mack. Ignore what's being said and don't stop."

Mackenzie nodded and quickly made Ellen's smile disappear. With her ample, luscious jugs jiggling in their naked splendor for the crowd to see, Mackenzie quickly moved over to Ellen and pulled down her corset. Ellen's own perky fun bags bounced out, fully visible to the audience, and the crowd seemed to be eating it up.

"Mackenzie?! What the hell are you doing?" Ellen shouted and moved her hands to cover her breasts.

Mackenzie, being faster and stronger than her alleged master, grabbed her wrists and pulled them down. "Don't stop." Mackenzie repeated hollowly and head signaled for a stage hand.

Ellen tried to pull away from Mackenzie, but with limited success. "What?! No, you stupid cow! I meant you should get buck naked. Stop--"

Before Ellen could give a proper countermand to Mackenzie, the bemused stage hand had brought out a tray magical paraphernalia: rope, blindfolds, handcuffs, rings, balls, deck of cards, etc. Mackenzie, with the sleight of hand of a magician and determination of a voodoo zombie, let go of Ellen's wrists, grabbed the blindfold, and gagged her.

"Ignore what's being said," Mackenzie intoned. Ellen, whose hands were reflexively covering her boobs, were again pulled away by Mackenzie; she put Ellen's hands behind her back.

"And don't stop," Mackenzie said and looked at the stage hand. The young man was more confused than ever at how he got involved in an apparent BDSM act with two attractive topless magicians, but assumed it must be part of the act. He held onto Ellen's wrists; it was a short hold, as Mackenzie cuffed Ellen like she was a veteran cop taking care of a fugitive.

Ellen blinked a few times as she tried to comprehend how the tables had turned so quickly. As an experienced magician, the gag and handcuffs would be easy enough if this were an act, but right now she didn't have the distraction or concealment of an act and she had someone actively resisting her. My assistant that I've hypnotized, for God's sake!

Ellen nodded her head violently and pulled against the cuffs in a panicky, vain hope of getting the gag and cuffs off quickly. All this did was cause her boobs to bounce to which the audience applauded. Their interest in seeing magic had probably reached an all time low.

Mackenzie stood still again. The stage hand, tentatively, left after putting the tray on the nearby table. Her conscious was cloudy as she had fulfilled her instructions as she interpreted them, but was unsure what to do now that her command was to ignore what's being said. If the lovely, bare-breasted young woman had an old-time sci-fi computer brain underneath her red hair, it would certainly be exploding at the paradox.

She saw three interpretations. One: don't stop and keep on stripping Ellen. Two: don't stop and finish strip herself and Ellen. Three: don't stop and listen to audience for instructions as the de facto master.