It’s Real?

This one’s loosely based on “Blonde Cuties Friends Daughter Buzz sawing pt. 9.”

Carlie had known the truth about magic for many years.  Even though she realized that a lot of what she loved was illusion, extremely short of being real, she loved watching it anyway.  Ever since she was young, when she first saw the illusion of sawing a woman in half, she longed for that.

Was she disturbed?  No, not really.  It was a fantasy for her, a longing to know what having magic done to her would be like.

But then she saw it.  She saw how the illusion happened.  The women weren’t separated into halves, just hidden and fake feet.  Their bodies remained whole.

But the fantasy didn’t leave her.  She thought about this as she found her seat in the small theater, another magic show about to begin.

The magician was good.  Even though she knew what to look for, she couldn’t see any of it.  His assistant kept bringing out tricks for him to perform or took them aside.

And then she rolled out the table.  Carlie perked up a little, recognizing the two bands across the middle.  It was a boxless sawing table.  Sure, she knew what would happen as the assistant laid down on the table.  The bands fit over her waist as the magician brought out a large buzzsaw.  Carlie sat forward as he turned it on, let it power up, then brought it down between the bands.  She seemed to enjoy it as he appeared to pull her body apart before separating the table.

Then, a strange thing happened.  He didn’t wheel the two table parts around as usual.  Instead, he slid an arm under her armpits and lifted her top half clean off.

Carlie gasped.  She had no other reaction.  Was she really cut in half?  The magician helped her legs off as well, and she truly looked like she was in two parts.

That’s when he stepped forward, between her two halves. “As you can see, this magic is real.  She’s perfectly fine aside from being in halves.”

She smiled and waved.  He went on. “Now, who else would like to experience this?”

Carlie had no idea if anyone else volunteered.  All she knew was that she stood and walked up onto the stage, uncharacteristically bold.  She had to know.

It took a moment to reassemble the table, sliding the parts back in.  Carlie lay down, a little nervous, as the magician snapped the bands into place.  The assistant looked like she enjoyed the experience, and Carlie knew she did, but the nagging feeling crept up on her.  What if it went wrong?

The magician turned on the saw, and Carlie held her breath.  He moved it down, closer to her, as she closed her eyes.

The sensation was incredible, feeling the sawblade going through her waist.  Every good feeling she’d ever experienced flooded through her as her body was sawn.  As the magician removed the saw, she knew she was in two parts.  Even with the saw gone, she could feel it.

Having her halves separated intensified the feeling, bringing a sense of pure pleasure to her bisected body.

The magician lifted her top half next to the assistant.  Carlie looked over at her, a little puzzled and asked why he didn’t help her legs up.  She bent a knee and, even though it wasn’t attached, couldn’t feel and see it move.

The assistant explained that she’d had plenty of experience walking around with only her bottom half.  Carlie accepted this as she watched, the feeling not going away.

It was a little later when the magician picked up the assistant’s top half and placed her gently on her bottom half.  With that, the assistant bowed, proving she was back in one piece.  Carlie didn’t want that yet, not really.  Still, she knew she couldn’t stay like that.

As the magician reassembled her, Carlie had to ask if it was possible to learn how to do it on herself.  She had to feel it again.

The magician gave her his email address.