The Know-it-all

Based loosely on the original title in the original site, this story has a different outcome for @MagicalFirefly Carlie, one that, I think, is going to be fun.

So, all of Carlie’s friends knew of her fascination with magic.  Ever since she saw that video of a double-sawing, with both women looking like they were enjoying the experience, she’d fantasized about it for a long time.  She’d often have dreams about it, but never told anyone.

It came as no surprise, to her, when one of her friends, Arianna, decided to take her to a magic show. He was supposed to be one of the better illusionists, but Ari told Carlie she’s already prepared ahead of time. She knew all the tricks.

Carlie knew what Ari was trying to do.  Sure, Ari was a friend, and she trusted her, but Ari had the idea that she could pierce Carlie’s dreams and fantasies by showing her what these tricks were really all about.

For about an hour, as Ari sat next to her, Carlie watched, amazed as the magician, a guy named Randi, produced doves from nothing, pierced one of his assistant’s middles with a sharp sword, even making playing cards fly all over the place.  At each instance, even though Carlie couldn’t see what Ari was talking about, Ari described exactly what she thought Randi was doing.

And then Randi announced it was time for the closing illusion.  At that, he asked for the house lights to be raised and for his assistant, a leggy brunette named Anna, to go into the audience and find the two that he knew needed to be up there with him.  Anna paused at Carlie’s row, waving her up. “You two.”

Carlie asked for clarification, and Anna nodded, but Ari just stood with a bit of a huff as Carlie went up. Once up there, with Ari, Randi asked Carlie and Ari their names. “Ari, I see you have a bit of a doubter’s heart. You don’t believe in magic at all.”

Ari just smiled at him. “It’s all about misdirection and the concealment of ways to make things happen, nothing more.”

Randi smiled at her. “What would you say if I told you that you could do magic as well.”

Ari laughed. “Me? Magic?”

He turned to Carlie. “You have a desire, don’t you Carlie?  You want to know.  Come this way and we’ll see what we can do.”

Anna pulled out a low bench, a little taller than Carlie, and Randi asked her to lie down on it. Carlie did so, not too sure.  Anna brought out something else for Randi, and Carlie had butterflies.  It was a bracket, usually used for the famous jigsaw illusion.

Ari laughed. “That old thing?  I mean I figured that out the first time I saw it.”

As Anna placed the bracket over Carlie’s waist, Randi put a finger to his lips towards Ari. “Yes, Ari. Usually, when an illusionist does this trick, it’s with a gimmicked jigsaw.  If you know the gimmick, you know the trick, but, for this case, here’s something unexpected.”

Carlie couldn’t see what was going on as Randi took Ari below her field of vision.  A moment later, she heard Ari gasp. “What are these?”

Randi’s voice sounded so assured, so calming. “You can use any of these to run through the bracket surrounding your friend.  You can see that there are no gimmicks, no devices.  Many of them are, in fact, quite solid.”

Ari sounded unsure. “But how will I know the trick?”

Randi laughed. “With me around, the trick will reveal itself.”

There was the sound of something being picked up and Ari showed up in Carlie’s vision again, holding a steel scimitar.  She felt nervous at that, not knowing the trick herself.  Ari tried to assure her that it really was just a trick before, but even Ari looked troubled. “And I just run this through the bracket?”

Randi nodded. “Go ahead. Then tell me what you feel.”

The scimitar blade slid into the bracket’s top gently and Carlie held her breath before she felt something sharp brush against her clothes. “There’s something in the way.”

Carlie wanted to shout that it was her, but she kept quiet.  Was this really happening?  Randi nodded. “Go ahead, try slicing through it.”

Carlie braced herself as Ari sliced into the bracket and into her.  A pain shot through her body from her waist and she had to gasp. At the second slice, Ari stopped. “I think I’m slicing through something.”

Carlie almost yelled. “Yes! ME!”

Ari looked at Carlie under the bracket, not sure what she meant.  There wasn’t any blood present, and that gave her a puzzled look.  Randi encouraged. “Keep going.”

Ari sliced into Carlie again and Carlie noticed a change.  The pain was diminished, but there was an increase in the feeling of pleasure.  She felt so good, being sliced into.

At the halfway point, Carlie moaned in pure pleasure.  It felt fantastic.  Ari paused, again, when she reached Carlie’s backbone. “What’s that?”

Carlie grinned up at her friend. “Go ahead.”

Ari hesitated before slicing into Carlie’s spine.  She nearly screamed in pleasure as the greatest sensations sprung up all over her body.

A moment later, the blade came through Carlie’s back, and she lay there for a moment.  She could feel the blade still in her and wondered at the amazement she felt.  Ari left the blade there for a moment before withdrawing it, sending a whole new slew of feelings through her.

Even though the blade was out, Carlie knew she was in two pieces.  Ari looked at the whole setup a moment. “Okay, so how did she survive that?”

Randi just grinned. “Pick her up.”

Carlie couldn’t help but smile as Ari grabbed her under her arms and lifted and she came apart. Carlie knew she didn’t have much support so grabbed around Ari’s neck.  Ari looked down at her friend’s truncated form. “What in the….”

Carlie grinned big. She could see Ari’s mind whirling to try and figure this out as she moved her legs, now a few feet away.  It felt so surreal. “Magic Ari.  It’s magic.”

Ari almost dropped her a couple of times, but she held on as a curious smile came to her. “What else can we cut off?”

Carlie asked to be put down on the bench but cut side down.  She looked at her lower half, at her legs continuing to move at her command. “Cut off my feet.”

Ari shrugged, and a moment later, Carlie felt her ankles being sliced through as her feet came off. She giggled a little when Ari placed her feet above her waist.  Carlie looked over at Randi. “Can she behead me?”

A few moments after that, Carlie lay there, in pieces.  Everyone in the audience saw this and many were filming and taking pictures.  Here she was, just a normal girl with an unusual fetish, now in pieces in front of everyone.

Randi suggested it was time to finish it, so, with Ari’s help, they put Carlie back together, each rejoining a different pleasing sensation.

But, before they left the stage, Ari had a request to make. “Can Carlie cut me in half now?”