The Kidnapped

Carlie tried to scream again, not knowing where she was.  The bag kept her vision from working and she knew her hands were bound tight as she felt herself getting handled.

She tried to struggle against those that held her, tried to talk to them, but the tape over her mouth kept that from happening as she kept trying to fight them off.  This can’t be happening.

What was going on?  Someone dragged her by her wrists, not wanting to let go, as they pulled her into a room.  Where was she?

Someone pulled her bag off, someone with a dark hood over their head.  She tried to ask what was going on, tried to get her voice heard, but all that came out were muffled sounds.

He pulled her over to a hook locked into an unseen chain, fastening her to shackles on the floor that she hadn’t noticed.  Her feet couldn’t move, but she had to keep struggling.  Something had to give.

As she struggled, he pulled the hook down, slipping her bindings into it before lifting it straight up.

Carlie felt a couple of vertebrae in her back pop as he stretched her body out taut and she felt like screaming, but didn’t know if it would do any good.  What was he going to do to her?

As if reading her mind, he revealed a high-powered buzzsaw, lining it up with her waist, fully visible to her terrified eyes.

As he turned it on, she screamed into the gag, wriggling to try and get out of these bindings with nothing giving.  He directed the saw towards her waist and she felt the breeze from it as it came closer to her.

She gasped, unable to do anything more, as the saw plunged into her, quickly severing her into halves.  As the pressure from the stretching came free, she grunted, relived for a moment before realizing something.

Although the experience terrified her, she felt pretty good.  In fact, she felt excellent.  She experimentally twitched her toes, which she could still feel, thrilling at being able to feel her lower half although it was now several inches away.

The hooded man kept the saw in place, officially making her in halves, before he produced another implement, a katana blade.  He placed it on her shoulder and she instinctively knew what was going to happen next as she shut her eyes.

Carlie felt the blade slice swiftly through her neck and felt her head fall a few feet before being caught.  As the hooded man carried her head to a side room, Carlie knew she could still feel her body, divided though it was.

She felt the stump end of her neck down as she was roughly placed on a table.  The hooded man then stood in front of her, pulling his hood down to reveal the kind face she expected. “Well?  How was it?”

He removed the gag and Carlie took a breath. “That was EXCELLENT!!!  Well worth the money!!”

He sat in front of her as Carlie briefly wondered how she was able to speak, but knew it was because of the magic she paid for.

The experience was supposed to be a magical adventure, tailored to whatever the client asked for.  Carlie always had a fascination with bondage and magic, so asked for a realistic kidnapping experience before she’d be cut in half and beheaded. “But that’s not everything I paid for, I…Oh.”

She felt it, then, brief flashes of being cut at her ankles as she smiled. “I guess I spoke too soon.”

One of the others walked in, carrying her feet, placing them beside her head as the hooded man undid her shoes and placed them stump side down. “Now for the rest.”

Carlie couldn’t help herself as he started tickling her feet as hard as she’d requested, knowing that nothing would ever top this.