Symmetry

@MagicalFirefly has a rather unique experience, a little different from my usual stories. Warning; Contains nudity

Carlie and Jess had to meet to discuss the most recent discovery.  Carlie had a real fascination with the sawing-a-woman-in-half trick ever since she saw a video of two girls getting sawn in half and having their legs switched.

Ever since then she’d been fascinated by the idea of having her body in multiple pieces.  And she and Jess, her best friend, had been pouring over the stories of girls being sawn in half in many various incarnations of the trick. Some of them had been a little gruesome, but some had been pretty fun.

And Jess notices the same thing Carlie had, that, in many of them, the actual sawing had been a very pleasant experience.

But Jess had a twinkle in her eye that told Carlie she was up to something. “Ever notice how, in these stories, the most intense part is when the spine is cut?”

Carlie had noticed. It seemed so strange, that part. Yet, in the stories, the woman cut in half had always maintained control over her lower half and hadn’t even bled. What could it mean about the trick itself? “Yeah?”

Jess grabbed Carlie’s hand and pulled her up. “What if we keep cutting the spine, but all the way?”

Carlie felt her eyebrows raise in surprise. “What do you mean?”

Jess pulled out her surprise for Carlie, a handsaw. “I want to cut you in half, but not at your waist.”

That surprised Carlie. Sure, she’d had a dream where Jess had cut her into pieces, but that was just a dream.  But there was the idea that dreams were merely gateways into other universes, so did that mean that Jess had already cut her into pieces in another reality?

Carlie didn’t know if it was possible in this reality. “Jess, what if it doesn’t work and you end up hurting me?”

Jess pulled on her arm. “C’mon Carlie, you know you want to try it.”

Carlie hesitated, but only for a moment.  It was true. “Okay, what do you need me to do?”

Jess smiled at her excitedly. “First, take off all your clothes, and I mean all of them.  I mean, it’s not like anyone else is here.”

Carlie hesitated.  True, nobody else was here, and she trusted Jess, but full-on nudity?  But then she did think that, if it worked, she wouldn’t want whatever else she’d been wearing to be shredded.  She took off everything, then, as Jess instructed, laid down on her back.

She felt so vulnerable, so exposed, naked, laying on her back, waiting for whatever.  Jess held up the handsaw in Carlie’s field of vision. “Ready?”

She was far from ready but nodded.  Jess disappeared and Carlie felt a little prickle between her legs.  Yes, Jess was going to start by cutting to her tailbone, she realized, then she felt it.

Carlie knew of the pleasures between her legs, but she had no idea what would happen when Jess cut into her there.  Carlie’s field of vision danced with colors as she heard someone moan in pure delight, then grunt.  After a couple more strokes of the saw, Carlie heard someone yelling “YES!” multiple times before she realized it was her.

The feeling didn’t lessen as Jess started cutting into her coccyx.  In fact, it increased.  Carlie gasped as she felt the sawblade in her middle, tracing up her backbone with a little effort.  Of course there was effort, Jess was cutting into bone.

Carlie gasped for air, trying to keep her breathing at a balanced effort as the pleasure kept increasing.  The saw was about at her sternum now and, as she looked down, she could see where it was continuing to go up and down and through her.

She wondered, briefly, what would happen when the saw reached her heart.  Would it keep working?  Would blood squirt out all over the place?  Would she survive?

As it cut through her breastbone, Carlie smiled in pure adulation.  What kind of feeling this was she had no idea, but she wanted it to keep going.  She wanted to feel more of it.  She wanted it all.

The saw scraped Carlie’s heart, but, instead of pain or agony, she felt joy.  She never knew she could feel so good, not even once.  What kind of sweet feelings she felt as the saw passed through her heart, she knew she could never write or express.

Jess’s face appeared, a little concerned. “Are you okay?”

Carlie simply smiled. “Keep going.”

Jess obeyed, sawing through Carlie’s throat.  She knew she should be dead, everything all over the place, but she felt so good. She felt so alive.

Jess kept sawing, and Carlie’s eyes crossed a few moments later as the saw passed through her jaw and her nasal area.  She could still smile, though, she could feel it, as she watched the saw pass between her eyes, feeling it moving through her the rest of the way.

Jess pulled the saw out of the groove in Carlie, holding it up.  Carlie wasn’t sure if she could talk, but she knew something.

She raised a hand in front of her divided face, amazed that she could still move it.  She tried cocking her head to one side, but that led to a very weird visual sensation as only half of her head moved.  Carlie giggled, surprised that her mouth could still make the sound, although it sounded weird, like there were two of her laughing at once.

Experimentally, Carlie brought her hands to her sternum.  She had to feel.  She had to.

She pushed her fingers into the gap in her body, smiling at the odd sensation of skin that had somehow grown there.

As she lay there, in two halves, Carlie had an odd thought.  Sure, the whole idea had been to saw a woman in half, but was it really in equal halves at the waist?  If that were the case, it wouldn’t be symmetrical, would it?

So how to define equal halves?  Here she was, now, symmetrically in halves.  She moved her arms again, trying to keep them even, and it still felt so weird but so right.

Carlie lay there, in halves, for a few minutes longer before she asked Jess to press her body back together again.  She wasn’t sure if that was the proper way to do it, but, as Jess pressed her head back, she felt herself rejoining.  She helped, pushing her two halves back into one piece, before managing to stand up.

As she got her clothed back on, Carlie knew that she probably wouldn’t ask to be sawn in half that way again.  But there were so many other ways to be in pieces that she knew she’d have to explore them in the future.