Patriotic Display

Carlie wasn’t exactly sure what she was in for when she signed up for this job.  All they asked was someone who didn’t mind doing something unusual, and Carlie knew she was up for the kinky if called for.  Still, the outfit was called “Patriotic Displays,” and, with it being nearly Independence Day, the demand was up.

She’d already filled out the paperwork, deciding she’d be a “Statue of Liberty,” as she did so.  It didn’t seem like there was much more to it than just showing up on a particular day.

As she went into the dressing room, her Statue of Liberty costume in hand, she had to really wonder what was going to happen.  There were some boxes around, sure, but nothing else.

It took her about 5 minutes to get everything arranged, the crown feeling a little silly as she went out to meet Jeff, the guy who hired her. “Okay Carlie, listen carefully.  We need you to strike the pose that the famous statue has, complete with the tablets and torch.”

Carlie picked up the items, remembering which went in which hands, and raised the light that would’ve been the torch up high over her head.  Jeff adjusted her position a couple of times before she had to know. “Okay, so, pictures?  Carving?”

Jeff smiled at her. “No, something a little more...personal.”

Before she could ask what, a strange feeling overtook her.  Although she could still see and feel, fully aware of everything, suddenly her body couldn’t move.  She tried to ask what was going on, but that wasn’t working.

Jeff touched her arm, which she felt, a little worried. “Good, the petrification spell worked.  Now let’s get you set up.”

Petrification?  Jeff turned, smiling. “Yeah.  Your body’s been turned to stone, but you can still feel everything.  You’re still alive, still aware, but we can’t exactly ship you to the customer who rented you in one piece.  I’m sorry about this.”

She felt herself lifted up as Jeff went on. “You see, they can only rent you for a week.  During that time, you’ll be aware, but you won’t need to eat or poop or even breathe.  They’ll have to return you a week later, which’ll be on the 5th, and we’ll get you fixed up then.”

Carlie felt something around her ankles, some kind of brace.  She heard a machine turn on before she felt something cutting through her ankles.

There was no pain.  In fact, it felt kind of good.  Still, she felt her feet get placed somewhere she couldn’t see before they moved up to her knees.  The feeling was even more intense as her lower legs were cut from her, so wonderful, so good.  She could almost guess where they’d cut her next.

She knew that if she could breathe she’d be gasping, wondering what would happen as she knew where it would be.

As the saw cut into her waist she could hear the sound of it cutting and it felt so good.  If she could’ve moaned in pleasure, she would’ve.  As she felt it cutting into her body, she could almost feel the intense pleasure building up and knew that, if she was feeling it as she was still flesh, she’d probably have orgasmed.

The pleasant feelings stayed with her as they cut off both her arms, packing them away, and she knew she would’ve smiled if she could’ve. “Are we ready Carlie?”

She wanted to nod, knowing that she was ready as they positioned her so that the saw would go through her neck next.

As Jeff held her head, he turned her to see where the rest of her cut-up body was.  It was, indeed, in a shipping box, labeled as heavy.  She would’ve objected, but, since she was a stone statue now, she knew she didn’t have to.  Besides, how could she object? “The instructions for assembly are in the box, but you’ll stay in pieces like this even as you’re on display.  We’ll get you back, then get you put back together after we lift the petrification.”

So she’d be able to articulate it, and she’d be feeling this good for the week?  As she saw and felt her head being lowered into the box, just a little bit behind her torso in a snug foam protection piece, Jeff said one last thing. “It might help if you try to sleep while you’re being shipped.  It’ll take a little less time.”

But Carlie wasn’t sure she wanted to.  She felt so good, despite the fact that her body was hacked to pieces and turned to stone.  Sure, as they taped the box closed, she found herself in darkness, but that was okay.

She was ready.  She so wanted this, and, maybe, to stay in pieces a bit longer.