First Time

Based loosely on “Soft” in my faves folder.

 Carlie couldn’t believe it.  Even now, she still had a hard time understanding it.

 Sure, she was a fan of magic, but she’d seen the specials that supposedly revealed what was really going on.  Ever since then, even when she watched her favorite trick, sawing a woman in half, she watched for the performance, little thinking anything of it.  There was always some covering, some box, that would allow the woman to get out of the way of the blade.

 But then she saw something inexplainable.  Her cousin that she was visiting, one day, accidentally showed that she could do something she thought impossible as, when Carlie went into her bedroom, she was clearly in two pieces.  Her waist had been severed, but there was no blood.  She was still alive.

 As she put herself back together, Carlie had to ask what the heck was going on.  Her cousin explained that, even though there were a LOT of fakes, there were a few that used actual magic.  Carlie, bursting with excitement, had to know more.

 Her cousin explained, so, now, Carlie was in her place, still not sure if she could do it.  It seemed possible, but there were still the questions.  What if something went wrong?  What if she ended up with a huge, gaping gash?

 But she had to know.  Her cousin explained that, in a strange way, it felt really good.  She had to feel that.

 But was she doing it right?  She looked at what was on the floor as she sat, a handsaw.  Her cousin suggested that, but she had no box, no covering of any kind.  Still, she had a crop top as she laid down next to the saw.

 She felt herself trembling as she picked up the saw.  Was it a good idea?  Probably not.  If it caused any damage, she would stop.  She knew the risks as she lined it up on her waist, feeling the prickly sensation of the teeth against her skin. “Okay, here it goes.”

 She pushed the saw across her body, feeling something strange as she did so.  It didn’t hurt, so she tried a full stroke.  A moment later, she knew she was smiling as she tried another stroke, knowing and feeling the teeth cutting into her without any pain.

 Encouraged by this, she picked up the pace, sawing into herself a bit quicker with a bit more pressure.  A moment later she stopped.  She had to know.

 She pulled the saw out of the groove it had made, running her fingers along her body until it came to her waist.  As she parted the skin, feeling it part, a feeling of awe swept over her.

 She slid the saw back into the cut and continued.  It was really happening, the wonderful sensations coursing through her body.  It made no sense, none at all.  This should’ve hurt like crazy.  It should’ve caused her to bleed and bleed and bleed.  Instead, it felt good.

 As she reached halfway through her torso, the sensation changed.  She felt it change and could feel the arousal as her body responded to the magic.  She kept going, eager to know what it was as she reached her spine.

 The moment the saw scraped her spine, she was moaning in pure pleasure.  She knew the feeling well, knew what was coming as she cut through.  Sure enough, the moment the saw left the other side of her backbone, completely severing it, she had a strong orgasm, screaming in ecstasy.

 A moment later, the procedure was done and she knew she was in two parts.  Kicking her feet, she smiled, feeling that and knowing, somehow, they were still connected.  As she pushed herself apart, feeling another wave of good emotions, she smiled.

 But she had to know.  As she managed to set her top half up on the cut end, she saw her lower half respond similarly.  It sat up, showing what had happened.

 Across the area that was cut, the bottom part of her waist, an oval of flat, new skin stretched.  New skin?  That had to be something she had to feel.

 She reached out, touching it.  It felt so strange, feeling as if her fingers brushed was should be inside her.  But the skin was soft, tender.  She probed it a little more, wondering at the sensation.

 As she continued to stroke that skin, another thought struck her.  What would happen if she took off her head?

 It took a couple of minutes to do it and she smiled, her head laying in front of her torso as she sat there, in pieces.

 Sure, she felt fantastic.  She knew that she should put herself back together...eventually.