I’d just started snoozing on the beach in the late morning sun, when my boyfriend Chad ran up out of the ocean and stepped over me with one foot to grab a towel, cold water from his shorts dripping on my back. “Aaaa! Hey!” I rolled over and sat up. “That’s cold!” I grabbed our beach ball and tossed it at him.
“Hey, Kara,” he smiled as he caught it and tucked it under one arm. “Looks like something interesting’s happening by the pool area. Let’s go check it out!” He grabbed my hand and pulled me up, practically dragging me away before I could even grab my cover-up.

A crowd of people surrounded a makeshift stage on the white Hawaiian sand in front of the pool. The stage was made of two sheets of thick plywood, supported by cinderblocks that lifted it off the sand and gave a clear view beneath from further away. A low bench made from planks resting across two more cinderblocks was closer to the center. On it stood a tall blonde in a red bikini, wearing a top hat with a sequined red band that matched her swimsuit. The placard on the stage behind her read “Chardonnay Blade: Juggler, Knife Thrower, Magicienne Extraordinaire.”

As we reached the back of the crowd, she was juggling eggs, tossing one higher and higher than the rest. She caught all of them in her hat one at a time, then showed the inside of her hat around to reveal they’d all vanished but one, which she took and tossed high in the air. I watched it reach the top of its arc, then - fly off! It had somehow transformed into a bird! Everyone in the crowd applauded as it circled, then, to my surprise, landed on my shoulder.

“It seems my dove has picked the next volunteer!” Chardonnay smiled, putting her hat back on. “What’s your name? Would you please come up and join me on stage?”

“Uh, sure…” I said as the crowd parted to let me pass. Chad followed to get a ring-side view. “I’m Kara…”

“Everyone, let’s give Kara a big hand!” Chardonnay reached out her hand and helped me up onto the stage. I was slightly self-conscious of the string bikini I was wearing as some people in the crowd whistled. The dove flew back to a case on a small stool just off the stage, and the magicienne walked over to it, then pulled some props out. She held up a belt shaped like a ring, and wrapped it around my waist. It had magnets in each end that locked them in place, and it rested high on my hips, over my bikini bottom. She put a second ring above it. Then she had me spread my legs. She slid a half-ring between my thighs, magnets latching it in place to the lower ring at my belly and back. I felt the cool metal right through my swimsuit bottom. She slid a second half-ring in beside it, the magnets pulling them close together. I smiled and posed, looking at Chad, watching, as Chardonnay stepped behind me. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but Chad’s eyes went wide, and the crowd made a collective gasp and “Oooh!” sound. I looked down and saw the end of a razor sharp sword between my thighs, slowly rising as the magicienne pulled it upwards. I felt it as she slid the sword between the tubes between my legs- raw and cold- not exactly painful at first. As it slid up between those rings and between my nether lips, it felt wet- then I realized it was me. The edge passed through my clit and continued, and I gasped involuntarily, feeling myself come as the blade sliced higher- through my g-spot and up to the top of my cervix, between my ass cheeks, parting me more deeply than any of my boyfriends ever had. I bit my lip and shuddered, and then the blade touched the rings around my waist. I came again, and tried to keep myself from alerting the whole audience.

I felt her pull my bikini bottom down my legs, and saw her hold it in front of me, sliced neatly in half. I reached down, feeling my bare hips, and was glad the metal rings still provided some modesty.

Chardonnay had me lay down on my belly along the two planks on cinderblocks. Then she slid two blades between my legs where the sword had just passed, and I shuddered as everything went black from the pleasure washing over me.

I opened my eyes as I felt the sword again, passing through my hips- between the two rings around my waist. It was almost as pleasurable, but didn’t quite hit my erogenous zones. I kicked a bit, feeling the strange steel blades between my butt cheeks as my muscles flexed. Then my legs went limp as the sword passed through my spine. Chardonnay quickly pulled it the rest of the way through, then slid two more blades between those two rings at my waist, and I couldn’t feel my legs at all. Before I could say anything, she grasped me under my arms and lifted me up, then set me down on the planks. I looked- my hips and legs were still laying there, completely separate from me. My left toes wiggled and my leg kicked as the magicienne tickled the arch of my bare feet, clearly reacting- though I didn’t feel a thing.

Chardonnay walked in front of me and smiled as she clicked two more rings around my neck. Then some tubes from the remaining ring at my waist, up between my breasts to the collar. Two more went on my back. I shook my head, “no-” as she took the sword and plunged it between those rings at my belly. Then, again, I shuddered as I felt her draw the blade upwards. My nipples were so hard they ached, and I was glad my bikini top still covered them- until the sword passed between my breasts, and it fell, sliced in half, exposing me to the audience. I reached up and tried to cover my bare breasts, but it was difficult as I was shuddering and and writhing as the sword’s edge reached the rings at my neck.

She pulled the sword out, turned it sideways, and passed it through my neck. I gasped as it started to pass through my throat, then found I couldn’t gasp with the sword blocking my windpipe- I looked down at an inch and a half wide, razor sharp piece of steel that stuck out a foot and a half in front of my throat. Then she pulled it the rest of the way through, slicing to the other side of the rings, and I could breath again.

Chardonnay took more blades and passed them between the tubes running up my body. I shuddered as they slid through me, fully separating the cut that had been just made through my chest. The final set of blades went between the rings at my neck- and I couldn’t feel my body anymore. I tried to breathe, but nothing happened. I waited to pass out from lack of oxygen, but somehow, I didn’t.

I watched as she walked over to my lower half, grasped my legs, and pulled them apart- separating the pieces of my already divided pussy by several feet. Then she twisted my head, and lifted it from my body, and placed it between my legs and hips. I blinked, getting a close-up of my own pubic hair sticking out from under the side of the ring that covered my vulva- well, the right half of it, at least- and momentarily regretted not having shaved. Then I turned my head and watched as the magicienne moved my hands away from my breasts, and grasped my arms at the shoulders. She pulled, and my chest slid in half, my once-again exposed nipples still betraying my earlier excitement. Somehow, I had been divided into five pieces.

Then Chardonnay called my boyfriend Chad up and had asked him if the pieces were really me. He gave a close inspection of each of my breasts, and I felt my cheeks blush as he pinched a nipple and it went even more erect, my areola crinkling hard. The right one went just as hard as he lifted my right breast to check out the mole beneath it. He kissed it, then walked over to my legs.

I looked up at him, eyes pleading, soundlessly mouthing words he ignored as he ran his hands up my thighs. Then he crouched down, and looked into my eyes, before reaching out and tweaking the end of my nose. I wrinkled it and shot him an angry look- he knew I hated it when he did that, because I’d already asked him not to do it again.

“Oh, yep, that’s Kara, all right! Every last piece of her!” He grinned, and stood up. I could see the bulge in his boarder shorts- rather than being concerned for me, he was quite aroused.

Chardonnay obviously spotted it, too. “You want to help me put her back together, so you two can, uh?” She pumped her hips. The audience laughed and I glared at both the magicienne and Chad- which caused them to laugh even more.

“Maybe? I guess… Yeah, she wouldn’t be much fun with her vag split like that!”

I opened my eyes wide, astounded- I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I watched as Chardonnay and Chad lined up my upper half. The magnets in the tubes made sure everything was properly aligned. The magicienne pulled the blades from the front of my chest, and removed the tubes between the belt and the collar. She had Chad help her spin my naked torso around to show it had been put back together seamlessly. They lined up my legs, and pulled the blades out, then put the two halves of my body together, again removing the blades. Chardonnay removed all the rings and belts, and Chad helped my body stand, twirling it around and showing it off, completely naked, for the entire crowd to see!

Finally, Chardonnay knelt down in front of me- my head, at least- and I looked at her, relieved. “All right, Kara, let’s get your head back on.”

“Thank you!” I mouthed, silently pleading.

“Wait!” Chad said, and Chardonnay turned. He held up the beach ball he’d been carrying since we’d walked over. “Can we use this instead?”

I raised my eyebrows in surprise- then furrowed them in anger. “Chad, you are so dead,” I mouthed.

Chardonnay bounced up. “That’s an intriguing idea! Let’s give it a try!” She took the beach ball from his hands, and placed it on top of my body. And removed the blade.
Then the collar.
Leaving a seamless join between the beach ball
And
My
Neck.

“Ha!” Chad laughed. “She always was an air-head! Now it’s literal!”

“Fuck you, Chad,” I mouthed, unheard.

Chardonnay wrapped a beach towel around my body, and my body placed a hand around the inside of Chad’s arm, letting itself be led by him.

I felt disoriented as Chardonnay picked me up, and handed me- my head- to him. He held me gently between both hands.

The magicienne slipped a card in his pocket. “Have fun, you two, and be sure to get back before this show’s over, because I’m leaving for Vegas tonight!”

The crowd applauded and parted to let us through- but as soon as we reached the hotel lobby, Chad tucked my head behind this planter and walked my body off towards the elevator.

I think that was probably two hours ago- I can’t see a clock from here. I’m sure Chad’s having fun with my body, but I’m glad I can’t feel what he’s doing, because I’m breaking up with him as soon as I get it back.

Have to change seats on the plane, I guess. It'll be an awkward flight home.

Wow. I hope someone notices me soon.

Is the magic show over yet?

Wait, is it starting to get dark outside? When did Chardonnay say her flight was leaving?!