Thanksgiving Carving

Admittedly, another twisted idea that @MagicalFirefly was fully behind.  I mean, I had some other, more twisted stuff, but that’s for later.

Carlie looked at the elegant house, impressed.  Liz told her about her new boyfriend just last week before inviting her over for Thanksgiving.  Liz thought Carlie would like to meet him since she knew all about Carlie’s love of magic.

Carlie knocked on the door, fully expecting Liz to answer.  Instead, she was greeted by Rob, who introduced himself after Carlie did. He apologized for Liz not being there, saying she was beside herself with a wry smile.

Carlie just took it to mean she was busy with dinner, but, when she saw Liz, she had to stop, cold.

Sure, Liz always did look good.  She was about Carlie’s height and age, but it was clear what Rob meant.  Liz sat on the couch, just chilling.  Was sitting the right word?  Well, yes, at least in part.  Her legs were there, in the usual position, but they ended neatly just above her hips.  The rest of her, from her waist up, was positioned upright next to them.

Liz looked up at Carlie and smiled. “See?  Told you I had a surprise for you.”

Carlie just stood there in shock. “You…You’re…cut in half?”

Liz patted the sofa on her opposite side, indicating Carlie should sit.  Somehow, she managed to do so, but, for once, Carlie had the upper view because, well, Liz’s upper half was a few inches shorter than it would be without her hips and butt in the way.

As Carlie was trying to think of something to say, Liz just smiled up at her.  Apparently, Liz guessed what Carlie was wondering. “Yes, Rob is a real magician Carlie, not some fake illusionist.  And, yes, it does feel really good to be in two.  We’ve had quite a few nights of adventure, together, with only a handful of them of me being in one piece.”

Carlie looked at Liz truncated form again, a desire welling up in her, a desire she knew she’d wanted for a long time.  She looked at Liz, the desire evident on her face. “What all has he done to you?”

Liz shrugged. “I’ve been beheaded, been sliced in half and three and four pieces.  I’ve even had it so that he can…. well, you don’t need to know that part.”

Carlie looked over at Rob. “Cut me in half!?”

Rob looked between the two girls for a moment before finally nodding. “Okay.  Now you’ll have to be laying down and have your waist bared.”

Liz laughed at Carlie’s expression. “I’d suggest the coffee table.”

Eagerly, Carlie tied her top up as she laid down on the coffee table.  Rob left the room for a moment only to return with a large carving knife. As Carlie watched, she could feel a number of emotions: Curiosity; excitement; nervousness; even worry. What if it went wrong?  What if she was stuck like this?

She looked over at Liz, who had a look of sheer pleasure on her face.  Carlie only then realized Liz had put herself back together in order to help out. “Rejoining feels good, Carlie.  It always feels soooo good.”

Carlie nodded, gulping once, as Liz looked on.  She felt the sharpness of the blade on her waist as Liz said something she thought might be comforting, Carlie was sure. “It’ll only hurt for a bit, but then you’ll really like it.”

That didn’t help at all as Rob began to slice into Carlie.  She had to cringe and whimper as fire raced through her midsection; needles hammered into her all around where the knife sliced into her skin.  Liz grabbed Carlie’s hand. “Hold on.  Just hold on.”

Carlie gasped as she felt her skin part.  The pain stayed, but it wasn’t anywhere near as intense as Rob continued to slice into her, pulling the blade across her waist, and then Carlie felt it.  At first it was just a trickle, but soon, a wave of euphoria washed over her and she had to sigh and moan in pleasure.  I mean, sure, she was being cut in half.  It should hurt worse and worse, but the pain was now so miniscule that all she felt was the pleasure.

She could feel the knife passing through her, feel where her body was dividing.  She could even feel the space forming within her waist. Carlie looked up at Liz with a huge grin. “Just wait, Carlie, for when he reaches your spine.”

A moment later, Rob cut through Carlie’s spine, and she practically screamed in pleasure.  It felt so incredible, so perfect, so orgasmic. The knife passed completely through her and Carlie could do nothing but grin.  Liz smiled at her friend. “Wait for the next part.”

Liz put her hands under Carlie’s arms and pulled and she felt some very intense feelings as her body fully came apart.  Carlie could only think of one other thing. “Can you cut off my feet?”

Rob shrugged. “I don’t see why not.”

Carlie felt the knife on her ankles as Rob proceeded to slice through them.  The  pleasure wasn’t quite so intense, but Liz had an evil grin on her face as she held up one of Carlie’s now detached feet. “I know what else you like.”

She started to brush her fingers along the soles of Carlie’s foot.  Sure, it wriggled and twitched, and Carlie could actually feel herself laughing hysterically as her friend tickled her foot.  It felt so good.  After that, Carlie had another request. “What about my head?”

In one swift stroke, Rob decapitated Carlie.  She tried talking, not sure if she’d be able to with her vocal cords no longer attached. “Wow, Liz, you were right.  It feels fantastic being cut in pieces and then being in pieces.”

Since Carlie no longer had an upper body, let alone feet, to walk to the table, they had Thanksgiving there, in the living room.  Carlie had a few issues, though.  It felt so odd, having her head in front of her torso and feeding it with her hands. It took a bit to get used to, but she managed to catch on with only a few slipups.  It was so strange, so exhilarating, being able to do this with her body all in pieces, but she knew she loved it.

And even though they had to put her back together, another orgasmic experience, so she could drive home, they did promise one thing.

They’d do it again anytime Carlie wanted it.