Chapter #4...cut off her hands by: Unknown Your swordsmanship was less than spectacular, and Michelle's hands weren't exactly mirroring one another to begin with, so while you'd been trying to take both of her hands off at the wrist in actuality you severed her left hand at a sort of diagonal angle up her forearm leaving her with a stubby t-1000 looking flesh blade while her right was taken off above the wrist joint at the base of the palm though at a much more perpendicular angle.
"Oh my God..." Michelle said, staring dumbfounded at her flesh covered stumps and flexing the fingers lying on the floor detached from her body. "You really suck at this!" She teased, jabbing you in the side with her shorter pointed limb, making a metallic stabbing noise with her mouth.
"It's harder than it looks." You reply, grabbing her left hand in the strangest handshake you'd ever done and returning Michelle's jab by poking her in the side with her own detached hand.
"Do you want to give it another shot, then? Try to even them out this time?" She asked, holding out her uneven stumps expectantly.
"You're asking if I want to cut your hands off again? I thought you'd be more attached to your appendages." You joked.
"John, quit being a tease. I am freaking the fuck out right now, this is like a dream come true and I want it to be the best dream ever! So put those puppies back on and do it properly this time!" She ordered, her wrists shaking with excitement.
You never knew Michelle was as into magic as you were. While you'd both shared a lot of fantasies and enjoyed viewing some very bizarre and very explicit content together, a part of you had always suspected, or at least feared, that Michelle was just playing along. That she never really liked the strange things you were into, and that she was either forcing herself to pretend to keep her otherwise great relationship going or to one day use as blackmail material in some over elaborate long-con. While she'd assured you that the two of you just so happened to share a very specific and uncommon fetish, it wasn't until now that you were sure of her truthfulness. The gleam in her eye, the hitch in her breath, the way she couldn't even sit still as she awaited further magical exploration, she was sincerely as into this as you were.
And so you obliged her. Reattaching the limbs, their cuts sealing up and restoring Michelle like nothing had happened, you had your girlfriend intertwine her long and slender fingers and squeeze her arms together as tightly as possible. While this had the added benefit of squeezing and pushing Michelle's bust forward in her loose fitting t-shirt, the main thing it achieved was lining up her limbs as evenly as possible and sticking them out and away from the rest of her. After lining up the blade, and double checking the arc you'd swing, you reeled back and hacked through her arms an inch below the wrist, leaving your girlfriend with two handless arms and pair of squirming detached hands that gripped one another tightly as Michelle giggled. "Shiiiiit!" she said, clapping her stumps together as she continued to giggle. "I can't believe this!"
"Yeah, it's crazy." You said, picking up the tight ball of squirming fingers and stroking it like a beloved pet. "So, you got any plans for these hands?"
"You tell me, you're the one who cut them off." Michelle said, pointing a stump at you. "Of all the pieces of me you could've chosen, you decided you wanted to get handsy with my handsies." She pressed her body against yours, wrapping her arms around you and rubbing her forearms against your back. "So, what've you got in mind?"
When you died, you had to remember to thank whatever cosmic force was in charge of the universe for hooking you up with their two greatest creations, Michelle and this sword. In the meantime, you told her you wanted to...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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