Pratyangira’s
Based loosely on the faved videos “In Half 2” and “Sawing 3.”
Carlie approached the door to Pratyangiri’s, not really sure. She knew the restaurant had opened a few months before, but hadn’t been in herself. All she heard was that they could make anything anyone wanted and deliver it quickly.
She was looking for a job when the position came up for a hostess. She’d done some of that work before so put in her resume. Yesterday, they called her and asked if she was still interested.
She had no idea what the name meant, assuming it was the last name of the person who founded it, but went in.
And stopped. In front of her was a girl, maybe a little older than her, who appeared to only have half a body. What’s more, beside the table that half was resting on, her other half simply stood, its legs crossed. The girl looked at Carlie. “Hello and welcome. What can I do for you today?”
Carlie stammered something about an interview but couldn’t stop herself. “Is that real?”
The girl smiled. “Go ahead, check it out. Check me out.”
She did so, looking under the table and finding it way, way too shallow to hide her whole bottom half. She touched the girl’s wrist, feeling not only flesh but a pulse. At her request, the girl lifted her top half up slightly and Carlie could see that, indeed, she was in two. And the legs belonged to the half-girl as well.
The manager came out and introduced himself as Carlie was about to ask more questions. As they went back to the office, the manager explained. “Pratyangiri was the Hindu goddess of magic. As you can see, we take that aspect very seriously.”
Carlie barely heard him, still wondering what it would be like, being cut in half like that. She’d always had a fascination with magic and with illusion, kind of disappointed when it became apparent that a lot of what she’d seen in magic shows was all fake.
But, still, the idea persisted, especially when she saw the sawing in half illusion for the first time. It bummed her out that it wasn’t real because she wanted to know.
The manager went on, talking about how the restaurant used magic to literally make anything any customer might desire. The entire world was their menu, no matter what. Well, within reason. He did acknowledge that they never served pets or people. Everything else, though, was fair game.
As he asked Carlie some questions, she answered as best she could. It was the job she was going for, after all. She just had no idea it would be like that. As the manager continued to ask questions, Carlie emphasizing what she’d do best for their company, the manager nodded approvingly. Then he got to the point where he invited her to ask questions.
Typical questions, she knew, would include things like pay rate, benefits, stuff like that, but she only had one question, one that demanded she ask. “What’s it feel like, getting cut in half as a hostess?”
The manager smiled. “Do you want to experience that right now?”
Carlie nearly jumped out of her seat. “Yes.”
He took her to another room, one that had a table in the middle. Well, really, two tables, pushed together, with wheels underneath them. He instructed her to lay down, either face up or down, with where she wanted to be divided lined up where the tables were pushed together.
As she did so, a wave of nerves washed over her. What was she doing? She didn’t know this guy and, now, he was going to do something to her because she wanted the job. Was it really worth it?
But the hostess she talked to seemed perfectly fine, even in two. She was happy to talk to Carlie, even though she was cut in half.
But what if it went wrong? What if she was all wrong for the job?
As she was thinking this, the manager produced a handsaw. “I’ve been told this is the best experience, so let’s use this.”
Carlie could only nod as she looked at the implement. She was thinking of backing off then, but the pay seemed pretty good. Besides, she saw the hostess, she knew she’d be okay.
As the manager placed the saw on her waist, she felt the prickling. He looked at her. “Do I have your permission?”
Carlie hesitated only a moment before nodding, throwing all of her trust in the procedure. As soon as he saw that, he drew the saw towards him.
There wasn’t anything but a slight bit of discomfort as it raked across her skin. It should’ve hurt, but it didn’t. He passed another stroke across her and Carlie could feel her skin separating under the blade. It was happening.
She knew he’d cut her, but she didn’t feel any blood. There was no sensation of bleeding, just that discomfort. But then something extraordinary happened.
As he went on, cutting though her body, it started to feel good. It felt so strange, knowing she should be in agony, bleeding terribly, but there was no blood, no pain, just a good feeling that seemed to keep growing the further he went through her.
She didn’t know she was smiling, only that the pleasant feelings kept getting stronger and stronger. As he reached about halfway through her, her following the saw as she could feel it, the sensation changed to something even better, even sexual.
She heard moaning in pure ecstasy as he kept sawing, recognizing it as pure pleasure, the best kind. It built up, stronger and stronger, as he got to where her spine was and paused again. “This might get intense.”
“Just do it.” She didn’t mean to scream it, but she wanted it so bad.
The saw stroked her backbone, and she knew what would happen the moment she felt it go in.
The orgasm came strong and hard, her grunting as she felt it building up to that point. As soon as he was through her spine, she felt the explosion and heard herself screaming “Yes” multiple time.
She knew he’d finished. She knew she was no longer in one piece, but she didn’t care. She felt fantastic. Experimentally, she twitched her toe, laughing as she felt that, then lifted her leg. When she felt that, knowing she could still control her severed hips and legs, the manager asked if he could pull the tables apart.
As soon as she gave her permission, she felt her halves separate, such wonderful feelings going through her. At that, he showed up over her top half. “Well congratulations Carlie. You got the job.”
He extended a hand, which she shook, but she had a request. “Can I stay like this for a while?”
At that, he smiled at her, nodding.