Rebellion

Carlie simply couldn’t believe where she was at now.  I mean, sure, she wanted to be here.  Somehow, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to know how Jess managed to grab $1000 in cash. She and Carlie had spent a bit of it already, and she even showed Carlie the tattoo she’d gotten, one on her boob. Carlie wasn’t sure how she got to where she was, but she was enjoying it.

Carlie had always been the good girl in her family.  She’d never really done anything like this, and it thrilled her.  She felt so good right then, so wonderful, so naughty.

Jess was talking to her as they went up to the shop Magical Tattoos. “As we go in, don’t be too surprised by some of the effects you see.  It’s just a play on the Magical part.”

Jess let Carlie go first and then she stopped.  Was this why Jess chose this parlor? “Can I help you?”

The lady behind the counter did look full-on-tattooed, Carlie suspected it was done here, but that wasn’t what surprised Carlie.

The lady behind the counter wasn’t so much behind it as on it.  Her entire upper half, from the bared midriff on up, simply sat on the counter as her head sat in front, where it clearly didn’t belong.  Jess introduced Carlie, telling her that she wanted to speak to Jackson.  The lady huffed, and Carlie saw the separated shoulders move in response although her head stayed where it was. “He’ll be ready in a minute.”

Carlie shook out of her distraction.  No, it couldn’t be, it simply couldn’t, but was this why Jess chose this place for her to get her tattoo?

Carlie had been fascinated by magic for a long time now, specifically about the parts where she could be cut to pieces.  When she discovered it was all just a show, she felt so defeated, but here was something she just couldn’t understand. “Can I ask you something?”

The lady sighed. “If you’re wondering if this is all real, go ahead and pick up my head.  Don’t move too fast.”

Gingerly, Carlie took both sides of her head and lifted, fully expecting to have resistance as the lady underneath would not be able to stand up.  But there wasn’t any.  The lady’s head simply came off the counter as Carlie held on.  She nearly dropped her, but Carlie stayed holding on. “How?”

The lady smiled at her. “Jackson does this to me every morning as soon as we get here.  He says it’d drum up sales.”

That got Carlie’s mind spinning. “How does it feel?”

The lady’s smile widened. “You would not believe it.”

At that point, a burly man came from the back, followed by another with some bandages on a spot on his arm.  Carlie put the lady’s head back down as Jackson looked around. “Jess?  You ready for another?”

Jess smiled and shook her head. “No, this time Carlie is going to be the one to be….”

Carlie cut her off. “Sawn in half and beheaded.”

All three of the people with whole bodies looked at her strangely.  Jess took the biggest stand, getting in her field of vision before telling her it was crazy.  Sure, the lady at the counter looked like she was in pieces, but it had to be special effects.  Carlie simply smiled. “It’s what I want.”

Jackson shrugged. “Looks like you made another sale Margorie.”

The lady at the counter, Marjorie apparently, gave her response, “No, I just do what I can.”

Jackson led Carlie to the back room.  It smelled of ink and disinfectant, not as shabby as Carlie thought it would be. The chair in the back of the room was offset by the large, narrow table in the middle.

Jackson had Carlie knot her shirt up before instructing her to lay on the table. “Okay, this will sting a little at first, but it’s something that always happens.”

Carlie watched as Jackson drew out a handsaw and gasped a little.  What was she thinking, having a complete stranger cut into her body?  How many other girls were placed on the table? What if something went seriously wrong?

Carlie felt the saw’s razor-sharp teeth on the skin of her waist and just about called the whole thing off before Jackson stroked the saw the first time.  Carlie had to hold back the scream of intense pain.  Stinging?  No, more like feeling something cut deep into her and burning every nerve down there.

Carlie held on, basically willing herself to know what would happen next.  She’d seen Marjorie, seen how she still seemed to cope with being in pieces.  She’d even seen that bizarre skin that covered where Marjorie was cut.

The next two strokes of the saw drew less intense pain which kind of surprised her.  Carlie felt the torturous burning ebb with the sawing as something else took over.

Carlie felt good. She allowed herself to moan in pleasure as the saw ripped into her body, feeling the intensity grow with each passing stroke.  She couldn’t explain it, how, while being sawn in half, the pain was no more.

Carlie gasped in sheer intensity when Jackson started sawing on her spine, somehow knowing it was going to be good.  She heard someone making sounds like they were close to an orgasm as he sawed through her spine before she realized it was her.

A moment later, the saw cut through her back and Carlie just lay there.  She had no idea, none, about how it felt, knowing she was now in two pieces. She could still feel her legs, and, after a bend of her knee, she knew she still had control of her now divided body. “Pull me apart.”

Jackson took hold under her arms and pulled, and Carlie gasped again at the sheer pleasure of being separated so completely from her lower half.  Jackson sat Carlie’s top half up and she could see her legs, still moving as she wanted them to.  Her knees bent, her feet twitched, everything seemed to be working just fine even though Carlie’s top half was at least two feet away.

Carlie looked at Jackson. “I believe there was something else I asked for.”

As Carlie lifted up her hair, Jackson took the sawblade to her neck.  Again, the same bizarrely wonderful sensation flooded her divided body as Jackson sawed her head completely off.

Carlie held her head, moving it to see everything.  Yes, that was indeed her body that was holding the removed head.  She’d already confirmed that.  She turned her head to look at Jackson. “How long can I stay like this?”

Jackson shrugged. “We do have some big patches of industrial Velcro in back.  I can apply them to your cut ends so that you can look like you’re still in one piece if that’s what you want.”

Using her hands, Carlie nodded, and Jackson went to retrieve the Velcro.  Carlie continued to look around, the strangeness of the situation still so new, so fresh, so alive.

When Carlie came out to meet Jess, she simply looked thunderstruck.  Carlie held her head beside her body, still a little uneasy, but her body was behaving. “You’re right, Jess.  It did feel so good doing that.”

Carlie wasn’t sure she’d ever want to be back in one piece.  She knew she felt so good that it wouldn’t matter.