Bored

Carlie could clearly remember the first time it happened.  Here she was, at her new job.  Somehow, someone thought she’d make a great model.  Here she was, 5 foot 1 and introverted and someone thought she was going to be a good model.

Sure, she thought. What was the catch?  Would this pervy guy want to do a few rolls of nude shots with her or something, then sleep with her?

Nope.  But the price he offered was okay.  It would not only keep the lights on and food in her tummy, but it would also give her some extra to play with.

So, she decided to take him up on it.  She went to the first studio, fully expecting something like what she got, but, in the middle of the room, with all the lights around it, was a pair of tables wheeled together, end to end.  The photographer instructed her on what she should have a choice of wearing, so she chose it and got changed in private, then he told her to lay down on the table and to just trust him.

That’s when he brought out the saw.  Carlie gasped, not knowing what it was for, but also not wanting to tell a secret little kink she had that she’d always fantasized about being sawn in half.  She swallowed once as he asked if she knew what it was for.  She nodded, laying flat on the two tables, her waist in line with the gap.

It felt so incredible when he first cut into her body, a wave of pain at first, but, as he went further into her, more and more pleasure building up until she was practically begging him to keep going, shouting and screaming YES all the time with each stroke. Of course, when he cut through her spine, she had an orgasm.

That entire session was done with her in halves, smiling sincerely at the sheer pleasure and wonder of being in two pieces.

That was three years ago.  And it was thrilling, at first, even orgasmic, being sawn in half.  Then there was the beheading, where she had her head in her lap.

Sometimes both. Sometimes just one.

But, all that time, twice a week, she’d be paid a lot of money to have her body cut apart.  It was for magic production posters, at first, but then the other things started.

About six months after being sawn in half that first time, one of the photographers handed her what was essentially a Princes Leia slave costume, but it was clearly meant for someone more endowed than she was.  Still, she was told to go and put it on, a shirt underneath it.

So, she came out, feeling ridiculous, as someone new came in and made a few hand gestures.

Suddenly it fit.  Everything fit.  She was asked to take the shirt off, which she did, amazed and feeling so sexy in the costume, and she looked in the mirror.

A blonde woman, about six inches taller than her and much shapelier, stood there, wearing the costume.  Carlie reached up and felt herself, confirming that, yes, the woman was her.

They could not only cut her apart, but they could also change how she looked?  Oh, she let her imaginations run wild as they cut off her head and had her hold it, taking the photos again.

For three years this had been going on, but the excitement had worn off.  Sure, it still felt good to be cut in half and/or beheaded, and they gave her sexy new bodies all the time, and, sure, they paid very well to take pictures of her like that, but it had all become a sort of blur.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d even felt close to an orgasm when they cut through her spine. She couldn’t remember how many faces and skin colors and bodies looked back at her in the mirror.  It had all been woven together.

So, as she lay there, on the podium, waiting to be photographed again, her hand draped over the skin on her lower half, standing next to her, she just wondered one thing now.

Why wouldn’t they let her keep these things?

Every time they cut her in half, they put her back together before letting her leave.  Every time they beheaded her, they reattached her head when they were done.  And all those sexy new bodies were kept under lock and key, never left for her to try out on her own.

No, they had someone that looked like Carlie come in and leave.  Sure, they did AMAZING things to her between them, but the excitement wasn’t there anymore.

Still, what would happen if, somehow, she was able to keep it if she could figure out how to?

That always sent her imagination into overdrive.