Carlie’s Big Surprise

Based, in no small part, on the stories of MagicalFirefly.  Carlie, this one’s for you.

When Carlie’s birthdays rolled around, her friends always had something special planned for her. She never wanted a big deal made out of her birthday, but they’d do something anyway.

This year, they took her to a dinner theater, insisting she wear her two-piece dress.  Carlie made them promise not to tell anyone it was her birthday, and they all swore to it.  The dinner was good, great, in fact, and she was on her second glass of wine when the show started.

Carlie perked up when she realized it was a magic show.  She’d always been fascinated by magic, how magicians seemed to make things just appear and disappear, how things and people seemed to float, get hacked to pieces, and always seem to return to normal.  The magician was doing a one-person show, doing some amazing things, when he called for the house lights.

He looked around. “I hear we have a birthday girl in the audience tonight.”

Carlie glared at her friends, but they all insisted they hadn’t said a thing.  The magician walked over to Carlie, somehow zeroing in on her. He asked her to join him on stage, giving her a hand up.  She agreed, a little nervously.

Playing the small-talk game, Carlie insisted she had no idea this would be happening after giving her name. The magician laughed. “Carlie, how would you like to participate in a very special effect tonight?”

Carlie nodded after a moment. “Sure, but what kind of effect.”

The magician looked down at Carlie’s feet. “First, take off your shoes.”

Carlie did so, and he led her to a pair of tables, rolled together.  He asked her to lay on the table, her waist in line with where they came together.  Carlie gulped, already guessing where this was going.

“Do you trust me, Carlie?”

She gulped again. “Uh…y….yes.”

The magician shackled her feet at that end of the table “to make sure she doesn’t kick him.”

Afterwards, he shackled her neck to the table to keep her from running away.  Carlie’s heart was racing at this.  Was he going to do what she thought he was going to do to her?

After he wrapped her middle in a couple of metal bands, he showed Carlie what was in store for her, a razor-sharp scimitar blade.  Although the idea terrified her, it also excited her.  What would it feel like?

As if drawing out her anxiety, the magician raised the blade and brought it down on Carlie’s bared waist between the bands.  He sliced once, and, after just a brief flash of pain, Carlie felt the blade sink into her. But the pain was gone almost as quickly as it came, being replaced by something incredible.

As he sliced into her again, Carlie almost moaned at the pleasure she was feeling.  It felt amazing, unbelievably so.  The magician paused. “Spine’s always the best part.”

Carlie felt the blade grate against her spine, and she wanted more as she felt it go through.  All to quickly, it came out her back, and she could breathe again.

The pleasure wasn’t gone. It still felt good as Carlie knew she’d been cut in half.  It was so great, even better when the magician pulled her body apart.  He looked over at Carlie, who was smiling big. “Ready for the rest?”

“Rest?”

He turned to the audience, and Carlie realized that she couldn’t see them very well.  He explained that a lot of magicians usually just cut their assistant in half and restored them without having the audience ever really in on the trick, but in order to ensure that Carlie really was cut in half, he was going to do something spectacular.

He stood over Carlie again, asking her if she’d like to have her head cut off.  Carlie smiled and nodded, hoping the feeling would get even better.

It did as, with one quick stroke, he caught her head as it fell from her torso.

But that wasn’t all. He set her head underneath the table with her top half on it, then produced some feathers.  Carlie could only guess what that was for as he invited audience members up to the stage to see that, for sure, Carlie was really in the predicament she was in.

And, to prove that she was, the magician invited her friends up, each one taking a feather and heading to her lower half.  Carlie’s feet were bare, and they went to town, making her laugh as they took turns brushing her feet with the feathers.  It tickled so much, and she could really feel it.

One of the audience members doubted it, so she was allowed to come up and tickle Carlie’s ribs, making her laugh even harder.  She had no idea she could feel so good, but, after a few minutes, the magician called everyone down, announcing it was time to put Carlie back together.

It even felt good as her head and halves were rejoined, that intensity only growing.  She was still feeling the tickling as well, that glow permeating everything, as the magician handed her a box.

From her mom.  It explained everything, the magician knowing it was her birthday, her fascination with being sawn in half, her fetish for being tickled, everything.

She’d have to call her mom and thank her.