College Orientation
(The Splits)
By: ASplit
Do you remember your first days of college – I do. We were divided up into groups for orientation. In charge of each set of freshmen was an older student. The leader of my group was a sophomore education major who introduced herself as Michelle. I looked her over as we learned everyone's names and was happy that her blue orientation leader T-shirt was somewhat clingy. Her lightly tanned legs were also distracting, and they kept my attention as we started to play kindergartenish games, more for the purpose of learning everyone's name than anything else.
I remember at one point, I had to go and get a drink of water. When I came back, everyone was paired up playing Leap Frog. "Why," I thought to myself, "do we have to play these embarrassing games."
Suddenly, my arm was jerked sideways, and I was starring into Michelle's brown eyes. "You don't have a partner," she said playfully as a smirk spread across her face. I was rather nervous and embarrassed at this point, but I remember looking as she bent over in front of me. Her jean shorts pulled tight around her hips, and her shirt rode up her back. I jumped over her…
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I was walking into the school's theater for the second time during orientation weekend. It was a fairly small, private college, but through donations from alumni, they had a built a large auditorium. The last of the parents helping the students move in had left yesterday, and all of the new freshmen were waiting for the final day of orientation to end.
As the lights dimmed over the audience, the head of the orientation ran out from behind the dark blue curtain. "Well, have you had fun this weekend?" he shouted.
Thinking back on the short programs they had used to let us get to know our fellow students, I agreed (with everyone else) that I had.
The orientation leader continued, "We have one more section of our orientation before dismissing you back to the dorms. May I present your host for this evening, Mr. Victor Lloyd."
The orientation leader left the stage into the audience as another man, dressed casually in jeans and a blue T-shirt, slipped out from behind the curtain. He held up his hand to the light round of clapping, "Thank you. I know this isn't much of a sports school, but I did notice you have a cheerleading squad here. I've asked them for their help this evening, so will they come on out." He raised his arm to direct those of us in the audience to the side of the stage where four energetic girls came cartwheeling and bouncing out in white and blue cheerleading outfits.
Victor continued, "I hope you all have a magical first year at school, and just to make sure you do, I'm going to start it off with a little magic." He turned to the cheerleaders standing in a clump next to him. "I thought there was one more of you?" he questioned.
An attractive blonde cheerleader answered, "Michelle, she's not out here yet."
Victor asked, "Are you the captain of the squad?"
The blonde nodded, "I'm Stephanie."
"Well we can't wait for late people." He turned to us, "that's a valuable college lesson for your classes as well." Victor pointed at the blue curtain and it was pulled open. Backstage, there was complete darkness. Addressing Stephanie he said, "How about you four go backstage and one of my assistants will tell you what to bring out." The cheerleaders disappeared into the darkness.
Victor began talking to the audience, "I heard before I came out that you enjoyed the orientation. Let's thank the orientation leaders again then." The auditorium became filled with enthusiastic clapping.
As the applause died out, Victor turned backstage. The cheerleaders came forward pushing a long, narrow, metal table with a set of padded boards standing about five and a half feet above the surface in the vague outline of a person with several metal and leather cuffs fastened to the boards. Lying on the table was what appeared to be two gigantic steel blades. Even the table itself looked odd, with a crank just off center. The table was divided in the middle, and each half had a set of four legs underneath set upon wheels. The only thing that seemed to hold the table together was the clasp that you could see in front, and as the girls turned the table in a circle, the identical one in back.
"I'm rather proud of this contraption," Victor stated. "Let me point out a few of its main features. The backboard here," he hit the red padding with the palm of his hand, "is divided first of all in half from the top down to the table's surface. If you can see the crack between the two tables, it's even with that. As you can see each half of the table has only a few inches of board width, but it stands high above it." Then he motioned about halfway up the boards, "Each half of the boards are divided into an upper and lower section." He lowered his hand to the large steel hand crank that resembled those found on early cars, which hung underneath the table. "This crank controls these boards." He pointed to the lower section of both sets of boards. They seemed to separate slightly as Victor turned the crank clockwise. "As the lower boards are pulled to either side of the table, the upper boards are pulled down. If you're looking at the cuffs and belts, we'll get to that in a minute. Many of you, though, seem to be eyeing these blades." Victor picked them up by a handle. They were large, about four feet tall and two feet wide. Based on the way he carried them with two hands, they were also quite heavy. He continued, "Let me assure you, they are quite real." Apparently there was a groove underneath the division between the two sections of the table. Victor slid the blades into the crack with their razor edges facing up. "As you can see, the blades are exactly the same width as the table." He had a couple of the cheerleaders turn the table's back to face the audience. In between the tall red boards, a sliver of the blades' steel was evident as it reflected the auditorium's lights. The blades' tips ended just below the division halfway up the boards near the crotch of the vague human shape.
"Oh there you are!" Stephanie's exclamation turned Victor's and the audience's attention to the side of the stage where – I couldn't believe it – my orientation leader stood in a cheerleading outfit.
"Sorry," Michelle said, "I was helping a new student get her sched…"
"I take it that you're Michelle then." Michelle nodded. "There's no excuse for your tardiness," Victor took over the situation. "You've kept us all waiting." The other cheerleaders seemed taken-aback by Victor's unreasonable attitude. The magician winked at the other girls to play along.
Stephanie jumped in, "That's right, we've been held up because of you."
Michelle turned from one of the cheerleaders to the next. Each had their arms folded and a cross expression mounted on their face.
Victor said, "I think I know how we can ensure her promptness to other cheerleading events." He took hold of Michelle's wrist and led her to the center of the stage. From his jeans he took a red ball that had two black straps attached to it.
Michelle saw it and protested, "Wait a second. I don't think so…" She stuck her hands up but couldn't stop him.
Victor took hold of Michelle's jaw and forced the ball gag into her mouth. Trying to speak didn't help Michelle's situation. Instead, she seemed to choke, making it easy for Victor to fasten the straps together behind her head. Victor then removed a pair of handcuffs from his pocket. Taking hold of Michelle's hands, he managed to fasten them around the girl's wrists in front of her body.
"How about one of you get on either side of the table," Victor instructed the cheerleaders. As two of them obeyed, the magician led the muffled Michelle back towards the table by pulling on the chain connecting his assistant's wrists. Although Michelle seemed reluctant to proceed, she continued moving behind Victor. As they neared the table, the gagged cheerleader was turned around and forced to sit. Michelle was then helped up by one of the other cheerleaders.
Victor began instructing the girls, "You're going to need to get one of her legs on the other side of the blade." Michelle seemed strangely unattached to the situation. By lifting one of Michelle's flexible legs up, the two girls were able to maneuver her into position so that she was straddling the blade and facing the audience. The razor sharp edges were hidden just under the strips of cloth that made up her cheerleading skirt.
"First, let's hang her up by the two hooks behind her shoulders." Similar to hanging a bike in a garage, the cheerleaders on the table were able to lift Michelle and place her on the hooks. Hanging from under the armpits, Michelle was now barely standing on her tiptoes. Michelle's torso was stretched out, leaving a significant separation between her uniform skirt and the rest of the cheerleading outfit revealing a tan abdomen.
Victor continued, "Next, let's get the cuffs around her midsection." The large steel and padded restraints did not meet, but folded in from either side leaving a slight crack between them in direct alignment with the blades. With one set at Michelle's waist, another below her chest, and a final set above her chest (near the underarm hooks), it was ensured my orientation leader was not going to be able to escape.
"How about the matching restraints around her head." These smaller ones also closed only halfway like the ones around Michelle's torso. One set fastened securely at the chin, another coming together near the nose, and the last one tightened itself at her forehead.
"And now her legs," Victor suggested. These cuffs, unlike the others, clamped fully together around their subjects. The two helpers bent over and began with the ones on either of Michelle's thighs, then the cuffs above the knee, and just above the ankle.
Victor continued, "Let's also remove those shoes." The two cheerleaders hopped off the table and unlaced each of Michelle's shoes. Since the captive was hanging slightly off the surface of the table, it was relatively easy to remove them. Michelle flexed the small, white sox that dangled above the metal table.
Victor turned back to the audience and the cheerleaders, all four of which now stood at the edge of the stage. "I suppose we can get started. As you can see, Michelle is about ready to do just an ordinary cheerleading routine." Behind Victor, Michelle raised her eyebrows. "Well, ok this will be a slightly different version of the splits."
The magician took hold of the crank below the table, Michelle nervously rubbed her hands together, and I drew closer to the edge of my seat. As the crank was turned clockwise, the ends of the bottom two boards, as well as Michelle's legs, began to be pulled in opposite directions. Consequently, the upper boards and Michelle's top half was dropping closer to the blades' edges.
Suddenly, Victor stopped cranking. The end of the boards, and Michelle's feet, had only been pulled an inch from the blades, but the edges seemed to be forcing themselves against the girl's body. The magician motioned for Stephanie to come over. "Would you verify for the audience that the blade is pressing firmly against Michelle's…" searching for an appropriate word, "well against Michelle's body."
Stephanie attempted to turn the crank, and nodded when she found considerable resistance. Michelle closed her eyes tight, and I was sure that if there had not been a ball in her mouth that her lips would have been drawn in a grimace.
"Since you're the captain," Victor said, "why don't you have the honor of breaking the ground tonight. Just give the crank a really good shove." Stephanie looked up into the now open eyes pleading back. She took hold of the crank and shoved it forward.
"Err…" came an extremely muffled groan from behind the ball stuffing Michelle's mouth. Her hands jerked into clenched fists, unable to throw a punch. The cheerleader scrunched her eyes shut again. Despite the obvious pain, there was no blood.
The magician complemented, "That's great. I'll let you take Michelle the rest of the way down." Stephanie took a better grip on the crank and continued its clockwise motion. Each turn spread Michelle's legs farther apart and drug her body further into the blades. The sharp edge formed by the blades cut into Michelle's white skirt and snuggled into the grove between the restraints at the girl's waist.
The cranking laid waste to more of the white cloth protecting Michelle's dignity. There was only one turn left before the skirt would be separated into right and left halves. Then it was through. Luckily for Michelle, however, her legs were angled out far enough that the skirt did not fall – It draped over the important parts allowing her to keep some degree of privacy.
Now the blade was making its way through the assistant's tight abdomen. Even from my seat, I cold see the razor creep towards her navel, bisect the concave button, and cozy through the second set of restraints around her ribs.
Michelle had reopened her eyes and was taking careful glances down at the edge formed by the two blades.
Stephanie kept the crank turning. Her assistant was now resting the chain linking the handcuffs on the edge of the blades.
Michelle's legs were over halfway down now. The blades were nibbling into the white and blue top of the cheerleading uniform. As the uniform fell to the advancing blades, sections of the blue bra Michelle was wearing became visible. It to was cut in half. Again, however, the cheerleader was saved embarrassment as her uniform began to drape over her chest, hanging from the straps over the shoulders.
The blades maneuvered into the slot between the restraints above Michelle's chest. As they did so, they finished the bisection of the rest of the cheerleading uniform.
Stephanie appeared to be getting tired at the crank, but she helped the blades pass the cuffs and to the base of Michelle's neck where the steel began to part her shoulder-length brown hair.
"Here let me take over for you," Victor stepped over and took Stephanie's spot.
Michelle took a last look down into the blades' sharp edges and closed her eyes. The magician began the turning again, and the girl's body was drug deeper into the blades. Her neck was in two pieces. Then the blades were pressing hard against Michelle's chin. The bone, however, could not stop the blades. They passed between the slot in the restraints just below her mouth.
Victor seemed to be facing considerable resistance. He took a brief break before proceeding.
The cheerleader was nearly into the position of the splits. Her legs were getting close to parallel with the table surface – Just a little bit further. From my seat, I sat unblinking at the scene before me.
The blades were put into action again as they finished passing through the first head restraint. They pierced through beautiful red lips and severed the ball gag. As they continued through Michelle's upper lip, the razors snuck up on a slightly shivering nose. Cutting that in half, the blades passed through the second set of restraints around her head. The assistant's hands continued to dangle on either side of the blades as the chain connecting them rode up on the sharp edge.
Michelle's semi-frightened stare was now reflecting back at her as the blades hit their mark right between her eyes. Her body was pulled lower and the edges of the blades slipped into the final set of restraints on her forehead. The blades journey was finally through as the sharp razors emerged through the top of her head.
Victor stopped the crank and turned to the audience for approval. The entire theater, which had been sitting in silent awe, was filled with applause and hooting. The magician raised his hand, "Thank you, Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it. We're not finished yet though." He turned back to Michelle's left half (on our right) and explained, "I'm going to unlock your hands now, but be careful not to get them near the blades."
Michelle blinked in obedience. Victor extended Michelle's arms around the top of the blade and onto the side so it looked like the cheerleader was hugging her best friend. As he said, he took hold of each cuff and removed them from Michelle's wrists, stuffing the restraints into his pocket.
Victor then swept himself behind the table, unhooking the back clasp and returning to do the same in the front. With the table halves unconnected, he had two of Michelle's helpful squad mates pull the table legs in opposite directions. There was no doubt – Michelle was divided into two distinctly separate halves being wheeled around the stage.
As hooting and clapping rang through the auditorium, Victor bowed graciously. "Now comes the teaser." Victor drew the four assisting cheerleaders into a huddle off to the right side of Michelle.
A few seconds and couple of snickers later, the squad approached the restrained cheerleader. Two of them immediately took hold of each of Michelle's free hands and pulled them back as far as they would go behind the table – rendering them useless. Stephanie and a cute dark haired girl, however, moved in on the two halves of Michelle, separated by over five feet, from the front. They both placed their hands on her knee and pretended to massage the joint. Michelle seemed slightly confused.
Then Stephanie and her partner made a lightning fast attack down Michelle's legs – ripping off the cheerleader's socks and tossing them aside. My orientation leader's eyes were wide with concern. Her toes flexed on each of the exposed feet. Following Stephanie's lead, intense tickling ensued. Michelle's ball gag prevented much laughing, but the slight jerking that her restraints allowed proved she was being tortured. The tickler's long nails teased and prodded between the toes and all around the small feet.
I wished I could be down on stage. Michelle's body was simply gorgeous. If only I could touch her.
After a few minutes Victor stopped the tickling. He had the other two cheerleaders release Michelle's arms. "Well, I'm sorry to say, but we have one more step to finish before moving on." The magician motioned for the cheerleaders to push the table halves back into position. He reconnected the clasps that held it together.
Victor then reached under the table and opened the slots that held the blades. The steel dividers crashed to the floor and Michelle was once again in one piece, but still restrained in the splits position. The magician reached up and released the three cuffs around Michelle's head, and in the same motion helped her cough out the bisected ball gag. Michelle choked slightly as it came out.
The restraints on Michelle's torso were unlocked next, followed by the ones down each leg. Free to move around, the cheerleader didn't. She couldn't or her uniform would fall off.
Stephanie approached and took hold of a piece of the divided uniform and rubbed it between her fingers. Teasingly she said, "Michelle, you've ruined your uniform. What are we going to do with you?"
Victor stepped in behind Stephanie, "Nothing right now. In fact, since we got started late I'll need somebody from the audience to move her off stage. Do you have a preference Michelle?"
The girl on the table looked around and asked – I couldn't believe it again – for me! I hurried down from my seat as quickly as possible.
I was instructed by Victor to wheel her off stage and let her change. As I approached Michelle, I listened in.
"Well, I guess we can go and sit down," Stephanie suggested.
"No, I need all four of you in this next bit of magic. And if you're as particular about those uniforms as you seem to be, perhaps I better zap you out of them." A second later, I turned to see the four cheerleaders standing in their white sox. Stephanie was wearing a black bra and matching thong, another was dressed in simple white underwear, the third in a blue set that looked identical to Michelle's, and the fourth in a red sports bra and matching panties. That was the last I saw of the cheerleaders that night. I pushed Michelle off the stage and into a dressing room where I left her to stand outside the door.
As I waited for my favorite cheerleader to get into a more appropriate outfit, I saw four assistants each pushing identical boxes – one black, another white, the third blue, and the last one red – which rested on what were clearly sawing in half tables.
Ooh – hurry Michelle!