Sliced Guilt

This story is based, in part, on a story I wrote a long time ago.  Different outcome though.

Jenn got back from her run, heart rate going well, as she expected it to be.  It looked like Lisa, her roommate and best friend, had already gone to work, but there was a fairly large package on the doorstep.

Jenn looked at it a moment. It was probably something of Lisa’s. That girl was always buying crazy stuff off of eBay, getting something or rather that was supposed to be entertaining or mystical or something.  Lisa had always tried to get Jenn interested in the mystical stuff, but Jenn just put it down to superstitious hogwash.

She looked at the package, seeing it came from Japan, and tried to heft it.  It was lighter than it appeared to be, so she lifted it and took it inside.  She knew Lisa wouldn’t mind her opening it.  She never did.

The first thing that caught Jenn’s eye when she opened it was the large, shiny blade on the top. Jenn didn’t read Japanese, and she didn’t think Lisa did either, but she knew her phone could read it for her. Jenn opened the app.

It was called the Mystic Guillotine, and she also saw that it apparently had some unusual properties if done right, properties that would endow the user with great pleasures.

Jenn looked at the diagrams and had to almost put it away, but curiosity got the better of her. What kind of pleasures could be had when this thing was used the right way?  The construction was simple, but, down at the bottom Jenn found the most unusual thing in it, a large, two-foot square patch of Velcro, complete with adhesive backing.

That really didn’t make much sense, but Jenn didn’t really want to concentrate on that.  The blade was set, and so were the supports.  Jenn had seen some of the illustrations and knew where this thing could be used, so she decided on what to do.

She laid down, tummy down, across the gap, her bared midriff lining up and hesitated for a moment.  If this thing worked out wrong, Lisa would probably find her mutilated corpse in her room, a large blade sticking out of the middle.

But if it worked out right…

Jenn pulled the lever and about screamed when she heard the blade release.  She jumped when she felt it pierce her back, but it was over.  Jenn had felt the blade cleanly sever her body at her waist.

She felt it then, the sensation she’d been told would happen.  It felt GOOOD!

Jenn pulled herself apart, still feeling her legs and knowing they were working.  She’d done it, she’d sliced herself in half.

And she was laughing and smiling about it while she experimented with her lower half.  She reached out, touching her toes.  It felt so strange, but so erotic.

She looked at her setup. Yes, she knew she could put herself back together with ease, but why?  She felt so good.  But then, it was Lisa’s purchase.  It was hers. She should probably just pack everything up and give it to her when she gets home, telling her what she discovered.

But why?  Jenn had never done anything entirely selfish in her life, but she knew she wanted this.  She needed this.  It felt so good, being in halves like this.  What would it matter if she told Lisa about it?

She suddenly realized what the Velcro was for.  Why not? If she chose to, she could use the Velcro, sticking it on the cut ends of both her halves, and make it look like she was in one piece while still being in two.  That would be great!

Maybe in the future, but, for now, she’d put herself back together and get the guillotine safely stored in her room, so Lisa never finds it.

It was hers now.