The Weather Girl

Loosely based on the GIF fave “Aria Sawed in Half.”

Carlie still couldn’t believe it.  Here she was, a fairly well known and respected meteorologist for the station, always trying to keep ahead of the bad weather but celebrating with the good weather.  But now she felt a little more exposed.

And all because “The Amazing Franklin” had decided to make her city a part of his tour.  Sure, he had a webpage, and Carlie knew a little bit about magic, but why would he ask for her, specifically?

And why make her put on this bikini to help out with the trick he wanted her to participate in?

Not that she minded wearing bikinis.  She often did to the pool and to the beach, but to do so on the news itself?  She sighed as she heard the cue, the anchor announcing that “The Amazing Franklin” was ready to show a trick with their very own Carlie.

She came out, looking at the crew and the anchors. “I am so going to get you all for this.”

That got a round of chuckles as Franklin took her hand, pulling her over to the cabinet while talking to the camera. “I’m sure you’ve all seen the trick where a magician cuts a woman in half.  Well, this is my version.”

Carlie stopped.  She had no idea that was what she’d been volunteered for.  Sure, she knew there were versions where audience members were supposedly sawed in half, but she didn’t see any kind of bracket or anything that might indicate it was what he had in mind.  Instead, it was just a box. “Uh….”

Franklin put a hand on her back, trying to reassure her. “I guarantee you won’t be hurt by this at all.  In fact, I’m told it might feel good.”

It didn’t reassure her, but she sighed again, relenting as he opened the top of the box, neatly showing there were two lids.

He helped her in, positioning her head and hands out one end and having her feet at the other.  As he closed the lid, Carlie tried to wriggle a little, only to find that her ankles and wrists were held tight. “Okay, uh.  Let’s see what you can do.”

As she said this, he tilted the box upright, making Carlie squeal a little in surprise.  Now she was vertical, locked in a box, not knowing what Franklin was up to.  That’s when he produced the last thing she expected, a razor sharp katana.

She started to panic a little, but he told her that she’d be fine again.  He slid the blade in the slot in the cabinet, slowly drawing it across.

As soon as the blade touched Carlie side, she gasped.  She could really feel it. “Uh…”

She could feel the sharpness of the blade, feel that it had penetrated her waist, but no pain.  And she couldn’t feel blood oozing down her hip.  She started to breathe hard, not knowing what was up, before he kept slicing.

She felt the blade going through her, but it still didn’t hurt.  In fact, it felt incredible.  It felt like she’d eaten the most divine chocolate at one moment, then had the most sensuous massage at another.  As he reached her backbone, another wave of good feelings came over her, the feeling of being made love to.

As he finished slicing through her body, Carlie was moaning in pleasure.  For some weird reason, being cut in half like this felt wonderful.  As he finished, Carlie experimentally lifted up with her bound wrists and felt her halves separate a little.  She giggled at the sensation, not sure if that was quite appropriate before Franklin produced two metal dividers like she’d seen so many times before in magic shows.

As he slid them through her, she giggled again, and felt so wonderful as he slid her legs and hips out from underneath her. “Now, let’s see what the bottom of your feet look like.”

Carlie laughed as he turned the lower portion of the cabinet over, her feet continuing to wiggle as she could still feel them.  It was surreal, seeing them move without being attached.  Franklin surprised her yet again. “Now, if there are any who doubt….”

He opened the lid of the top portion of the cabinet, revealing to the viewing audience that Carlie’s body did terminate at her waist, before opening the other door, showing her hips and legs, upside down.

The anchors watched, aghast at the brutalization, but Carlie laughed. “I’m okay people.  I feel fantastic.”

Franklin humphed at the pronouncement. “Now let’s get her back together.”

As he reversed the positions of the boxes, sliding them back into place, Carlie briefly wondered if she could stay halved.  That hope was dashed when he slid the blades out of her, and she felt her body meld back into one piece.

As he opened the doors, Carlie stepped out and bowed with him. “Let’s hear it for Carlie.”

She smiled, waving at the camera, as she practically danced off.

But, as she changed out of her bikini, a part of her wondered if he’d be willing to do it to her again.