The Delivery
This story is very loosely based on the fave “Assistant 13.”
Carlie approaches Jess’ place. Like usual, she was just so excited by something, so eager. She said she had something Carlie would really enjoy, something that was only for her.
As Jess answered the door, in her usually bubbly way, she immediately started in. “Carlie, when I saw it was on the catalog on Amazon, I was thinking of you, thinking of how you’d so get into it.”
“Okay.” Carlie wasn’t sure what it was about, but that sort of excitement meant it was something she’d probably regret later. Jess was always doing stuff like this, pulling stuff as quick scams, stuff that Carlie really enjoyed sometimes. But this was something that she had no idea about.
She followed her friend in, then, as soon as they reached the living room, Carlie stopped. There, in the middle, was a table with what looked like a plexiglass tube over it. Well, almost a whole table, not quite. Carlie recognized it, of course. “A sawing tube?”
Jess nodded. “I have an idea. Let’s play and see who gets in it.”
She pulled out a deck of cards and a stack of chips. Carlie didn’t know. The whole idea seemed so strange. But, hey, it was Jess. She had the perfect solution. “Whoever wins decides where they want to be.”
It was about half an hour later and Jess had all the chips. With that, Carlie resigned herself.
Jess knew of Carlie’s obsession with magic. Even when the truth of the illusions was revealed to her, she still loved to watch. It was especially true of sawing-in-half. So it didn’t surprise her a bit when Jess instructed, “Okay Carlie, in the box.”
Well, it wasn’t a box, not really. As they opened the plexiglass half-tube, Carlie sighed. She climbed up onto the table, laying down with her waist right where the split was. Jess closed the tube, then pulled out the brackets. Fastening them across her ankles and neck, Carlie knew she wasn’t going anywhere.
As Jess retrieved the saw, she looked at Carlie. “Okay, this part’s up to you. How far do you want me to go?”
Laying there, feeling a little vulnerable at the moment, Carlie thought. The thrill of being there, in the box, was not lost on her. Sure, they had no idea how this version of the illusion worked, but she wanted to know. “Until you reach me.”
Jess looked at her friend in question, a little disbelief. “Are you sure?”
Carlie nodded. It was going to be something else.
Jess slid the saw into the top of the tube’s slot, wood being slid in to act as a buffer. Jess looked at her again. “Really?”
Carlie nodded again. She knew Jess wouldn’t want to hurt her, not really. The sound of the saw digging into the wood reached her ears. She couldn’t see, but trusted Jess. It took a few strokes before Carlie felt something odd. There was something different going on here, something she didn’t know.
As soon as the saw touched her skin, something different happened. There was no pain, no feeling of something dangerous. She felt the teeth graze her waist, feeling it going a little in. No pain. What did it mean?
Jess had stopped, as promised. But Carlie felt it. She could feel the teeth of the saw had bit into her flesh. Could it be? “Keep going Jess. If there’s blood, stop, but keep going.”
Jess hesitated. “What do you mean?”
Carlie laughed. “I think it’s working, like, for real.”
Jess looked at her like she thought she was crazy. “What/”
Carlie laughed again, the joy evident. “Keep going.”
Jess sighed, then pushed the saw back and forth again, watching carefully. She saw that it tore into Carlie’s flesh, meaning she should be bleeding horribly. But there wasn’t any blood, and Carlie obviously wasn’t in any pain. Was she right? A couple more strokes and it was obvious the saw was going into her. It was buried in Carlie, obviously. There’d be no question of it.
With that, Carlie urged her on. “Keep it up. It feels wonderful.”
Carlie did feel so good, so wonderful. She knew the saw was going into her. She felt it. Each time Jess moved the saw, she could feel it deepening, but, with each deepening, the good feelings only intensified.
As Jess reached halfway through her waist, Carlie started to moan. She couldn’t help it, it felt so, so good. And she felt something else, too, a familiar sensation that kept building up.
As the saw scraped her spine, Carlie started to shout as if she’d been making the most wonderful love. Each “Yes” came with each stroke of the saw, louder and louder. Jess seemed a little more eager as the saw continued through her spine, finally severing it. At that, Carlie orgasmed hard. That wonderful sensation exploded out of her.
With the saw now completely through her, Jess looked over at her. “How was it?”
Carlie’s eyes opened, the cascade still evident in her face and voice. “It feels so good.”
Jess produced the dividers. “Next step?”
Carlie nodded and, as Jess slammed the dividers home, the great sensation popped up another level. “Go ahead, pull me apart.”
As she felt her hips and legs pushed away from the rest of her, Carlie couldn’t help but laugh. Every good feeling seemed to be coursing through her. Jess disappeared for a moment. “Nobody will believe this.”
She came back with her phone, ready to take some pictures. Here Carlie was, cleanly in half, no other way to explain it, and they now had proof.
Carlie, though, had to wonder something. “Jess, take the dividers out.”
That surprised her. “What?”
Carlie’s face showed the intense curiosity and longing. “Take the dividers out right now.”
Jess stuttered a moment. “What if they’re holding your insides in?”
Carlie thought of that. “Do it slow. If something starts to bulge, push it back.”
At that, Jess wondered for a moment. “Okay. I mean this whole thing is bizarre.”
Jess took one of the dividers, the one on Carlie’s top half, and started to slowly lift it. Expecting something red and a little gutsy, she was surprised to see skin. As she pulled it off, completely, Jess saw that Carlie’s waist, or, rather, the waist of her upper half, had a stretch of skin across it. She pulled off the other divider, seeing the same thing. “What in the….?”
Carlie had to try something. As she wiggled her feet again, even though they weren’t attached, she knew. “Get me out of this thing.”
As Jess did so, she knew something else. With Carlie’s two halves resting on the table next to the box a few moments later, Jess kicked off her shoes and climbed up. “It’s my turn.”