Magic Bodies
Carlie waited a little bit, trying to work up her courage. The entrance to the tent stood open, welcoming newcomers in.
She’d seen it in the park a week ago, an old-time carnival wagon pulling up with the unmistakable air of something mysterious around it. The sign on the side read only “Magic Bodies,” and Carlie passed by it, only taking note of it.
The next day the tent was up with the marquis that read that any woman who passed within the tent, within an hour, would feel better than they ever had if fully committed to the treatment given. Carlie watched as a woman emerged from the tent, a blissful smile on her face as a friend asked what had happened. The woman only said she’d never believe her.
For four more days, Carlie watched as woman after woman entered the tent a little unsure only to emerge an hour later smiling in such a way that it was clear they felt fantastic.
Today it was time for Carlie to try it. She had the cash, a mere $20, and was trying to work up the courage when an older lady and someone who was obviously related to her but younger came out. “Child, you have been waiting for a while. Come in, let us introduce you to the world that you would never believe.”
At the invitation, Carlie decided to do it. Sure, she didn’t recognize the accent of the older lady, but the younger one took over as she took the money Carlie offered. “First, what is your name?”
Carlie introduced herself as the older lady called herself Olga and the younger Carmen. Carmen rose first, taking Carlie’s hand as she led her to the back room. “First, do you believe in things that are unexplainable?”
Carlie listened to Carmen’s question, not sure what she meant. “I guess so. I mean, sure. I know things can’t always be explained away.”
Carmen smiled, congratulating her, and then instructed her to lay down on the bench that was there. “This will hurt for just a moment, but then you’ll experience something unlike anything before.”
Carlie shuddered as she laid down, not sure what to expect. What could hurt, then feel good? Was it something really old? Was it something only recently discovered? She had no idea.
Then Carmen brought out a large handsaw. Carlie gasped, not sure what that was for. “Relax, Carlie. Everything will be fine.”
Carlie tried to breathe deep, trying to relax, before Carmen brought the saw under her shirt and onto her waist. “What are you going to….?”
The question became moot as Carmen drew the saw across Carlie’s body. The pain shook Carlie, making her want to scream out. Needles flew into every part of her as she tried to wrench herself free only to find she couldn’t move, couldn’t scream at Carmen to stop. “I must apologize, Carlie. We must put the women we treat into a light trance or else there may be serious injury.”
Serious injury? Like cutting into a body? Carlie gritted her teeth as she thought the daggers at Carmen as she continued the sawing. Carlie breathed shallow, trying to control the pain before she realized something.
The pain was lessening. In its place, a feeling of something very good grew. Sure, Carmen was sawing into her, but the pleasure kept growing. She suddenly found she could speak again. “How?”
Carmen looked over at her and smiled as she kept sawing. “We’re not sure, but, about a quarter of the way through, the pain goes away and the pleasure just increases incredibly.”
Carlie moaned a little as Carmen sawed deeper into her, the pleasure becoming audible. It felt like the most luxurious massage, like silkwood baths and like the most decadent chocolate mousse all at the same time.
Carlie’s toes curled as Carmen reached her backbone and started sawing through it. She kept yelling “Yes!” as if it was the most intense orgasmic experience ever, then Carmen was through and Carlie felt the saw leave the other side of her body.
Carlie lay there, basking in the intensely good pleasure. She knew she’d been sawn in half, severed from her legs and hips, but she could still feel them, still move them. Her leg bent at her command and she could feel it.
The intensity of the pleasure didn’t lessen. “Wow.”
Carmen smiled and put up a hand as she laid the saw aside. “Wait just a moment.”
Carmen moved to Carlie’s head area, then lifted her, moving her halves apart and Carlie gasped, nearly orgasming again. Carmen sat Carlie’s upper half on the cut as Carlie looked over, seeing her lower half move as if it was still attached. Carlie reached over, touching the skin that covered the cut over her hips, giggling at the tickling. She looked over at Carmen, still overwhelmed with the intensity of the good feelings. “What else can you do?”
Carmen smiled at her, lifting the saw. “Lift up your hair.”
Although it was a shorter experience with very little pain, Carlie soon held her head in her hands, smiling like she’d won the greatest lottery. She turned her head to look at Carmen. “What is this?”
Carmen sighed, laying the saw down again. “My family came from Romania. Back in the 1800s, we discovered that magic flowed in our blood. Only the women could really perform the magic, and we learned all sorts of unusual things with it. We learned how to divide bodies and, more, what sort of incredible sensations we could invoke within them.
“My grandmother, Olga, decided we needed to come to America in order to share our gift. Women would come, feel incredible, and never be able to talk about what it is. We travel, always making sure we’re legal in every city we go to. And now it’s my turn.”
Carlie kept grinning. “Can I stay like this?”
Carmen shook her head with a smile. “No, the magic does wear off, but you won’t die. You’ll simply come back together, but there’s something that you should know.”
Without warning, Carmen took Carlie’s head and placed it back on her neck. The feeling of intensity flew in even stronger than before. Carlie felt so good, so great, that she maneuvered her top half onto her bottom half to feel that fantastic again.
As she felt herself come back together, she stood, making sure everything was where it was, before hugging Carmen. “I won’t forget this.”
Carmen nodded in the hug. “I know.”