Wish yourselves apart. (It doesn't work)

You and Annie worked your way onto the bed where you embraced and took a much-needed nap. Still linked, with the dildos still sucked inside you, and the shields still magically super glued to your nipples.

When you both woke up, it was getting on toward the evening, and you were both feeling famished.

“Annie, dear, I LOVE being linked to you like this,” you said, toying with one of the chains connecting your bodies, “but it might be nice to move around freely for a little bit. Want to use your wand to get all this hardware off us?”

“Sure, if you insist.”

She picked up her wand from the nightstand, concentrated for a second, and looked back at you.

“Okay, that should do it. I think.”

Nothing seemed to happen. You tugged at the chains, but the nipple shields were still solidly stuck. You tried pulling the dildo out, but you couldn’t pull it more than a couple inches out. Meanwhile, Annie was having no better luck.

“Let me try again. Maybe you have to wish the nipple shields off, because that was your wish to begin with.”

She made her wish again, then handed the wand to you. When you held it for the second time, you didn’t get that sudden feeling of power. You closed your eyes and envisioned the nipple shields falling off on their own accord, releasing that steel grip it currently had on your bare skin. Nothing happened. You tried again, this time envisioning the chains and shields disappearing to wherever they had originally come from. Still no luck. Another tug on your chains determined they were still tightly welded to your flesh.

After half an hour of you and Annie trying everything you could think of, you had made no progress whatsoever.

“Annie, what do we do?” you demanded. You could hear the fright in your own voice, and feel a sore lump in your throat as you started to lose hope.

“I don’t know! I don’t know why it won’t work all of a sudden!”

“Well, you’re the one who found this thing! Where’d you even get it from?”

“I just… found it. I don’t know where it came from, but as soon as I picked it up, I knew what it was and how to use it!”

“THEN USE IT!”

“I DON’T KNOW WHY IT’S NOT WORKING! OKAY? JUST SHUT UP AND LET ME THINK!”

“I… I’m sorry…” you said, tears suddenly starting to form in your eyes. Annie hardly ever yelled at you, and it hit pretty hard. Then again, you rarely ever yelled at her, either.

“Okay, look,” you continued, forcing yourself to keep your voice level, “we’re both a little scared. We’ll figure it out. We will! Let’s just take a breather, okay? Take a little sanity break.”

“Yeah. Good call. And sorry. You’re right, I was scared. I mean, I still am, but yeah, we’ll figure it out.”

After cuddling for a little bit, the two of you got up and did your best to cook yourselves some dinner. It was awkward being chained together and unable to pull more than a foot apart from each other, but it was also kind of fun.

After that, now that you had both fully calmed your nerves, it was time to try to get apart again. The wand was no more use than before, so you both decided you would have to try to get unstuck through more physical means. However, nothing seemed to work. The dildos could not be pried out through any means, not through any amount of ****. You tried using leverage to pull harder, tried sticking a pen up between your vaginal wall and the dildo, hoping to break the suction, even tried cutting the chain, but nothing worked.

The nipple chains were just as immovable. The bond the metal had on your skin seemed to be as strong as the steel itself. No solvent loosened the bond, no amount of tugging or peeling loosened even the smallest piece of skin, and even a carving knife failed to cut in between your skin and the metal.

And all the while, the stimulation on your nipples and pussies was constant. Several times throughout the evening, you had to stop to climax. If you hadn’t been so frightened about how to get apart, you might have seriously enjoyed this.

“Maybe you can’t undo a wish,” you suggested, once it was late and you were both ready to give up for the night.

“No, I know what I did wrong. I wished for the dildos to be ‘unremovable.’ And it gave me my wish just as I asked for it. It made them completely unremovable. By… any… means! Including magic!”

“What? No! That can’t be right! Maybe the wand it just out of power for now. Make another wish! Anything! Something small, just to see if it’s still working. I’ll bet it won’t. Then maybe in the morning, we can… we can…”

“Sorry, Cass. I don’t want to make any more wishes with this thing. It’s way too powerful. I should never have messed with it.”

The two of you showered off and went to bed. You said little else as you climbed into bed, still naked, and tried to get some rest. Despite how exhausted you were, your constant worrying, not to mention the constant stimulation and limited sleeping positions, made falling asleep very difficult.

Annie’s alarm woke you up in the morning. You had not had a restful sleep, but Annie wouldn’t let you sleep in.

“I don’t know what we’re going to do!” Annie fumed. “I have to be at work today! We have to try to get apart!”

However, you had no more luck than last night. The wand was still unresponsive, at least for any wishes you dared make on it, and the chains were still perfectly unremovable. Trying to yank the dildos out or wrench yourselves apart was futile. All your struggles accomplished nothing but bringing you halfway to orgasm.

“Shit! I’m going to have to call in sick today,” she said, trying to fight off an impending orgasm. She clearly wasn’t in the mood, and it seemed to give her no pleasure. “How are we even going to put on clothes like this?”

Once you and her had gotten it out of the way, she picked up her phone and excused herself from work for the day. After that, there was more struggling, though it was still pointless. Giving up, the two of you ate breakfast and did your usual morning stuff, minus putting on clothes, which was rather impossible. After that, the two of you slumped down on the living room couch in silence, trying to think of what to do.

“We’re going to have to get help,” you said at long last.

“From who?” she asked, spreading her hands apart in a gesture of futility. “You know any magic tech support numbers?”

“We’re going to have to go to the ER. They’re the only ones who will be able to separate us.”

“Fuck no! I’m not going out into public like this!”

The two of you debated your options for an hour, but in the end she agreed that going to the hospital was the only thing to do.

What followed was the most humiliating day of either of your lives. You did the best you could do trying to put on some clothes to cover up. The crotch chain was sticking out of the zippers of your pants, and your shirts only came down as far as your chests. Attempting to wear clothes didn’t do much to make you look less ridiculous than being naked. In the end, you grabbed a bedsheet to wrap around the two of you.

After what seemed like an hour in the waiting room with other people staring at you, wondering what was going on beneath that bed sheet, you were finally called in. When the nurse walked in, the two of you removed the sheet and did your best to explain what had happened. She clearly didn’t seem to believe your ‘magic’ story, and left the room for a minute.

“Remember, Cass, everyone who comes here with weird stuff lodged into them probably has some bullshit story about how they tripped and fell on it,” Annie reminded you.

When the nurse came back, the started rubbing super glue remover into the nipple shields. When that didn’t work, she tried working at the dildos. After only a few minutes, both of you were climaxing, which the nurse did her best to ignore. At least that was something she seemed to have seen before.

But how the dildos were lodged in there did seem to be something new for her. After trying everything she could think of, she was didn’t seem to disbelieve the magic story so much.

Hours passed. The doctors tried everything in their arsenal. Trying to cut the chains, they tried a hacksaw, which didn’t leave a single scratch, bolt cutters, which snapped, and even a blowtorch, which didn’t even discolor the metal links. This was like no material they had ever seen.

Eventually, you were admitted into emergency surgery, where they tried to cut the nipple shields off your skin. Not only could they cut your skin away from the metal, even your skin itself seemed to be invulnerable to their scalpels around the bond. These things were literally unremovable! As afternoon turned into evening, doctors, nurses, and technicians examined, discussed, and scratched their heads. There was nothing any of them could do.

It is now a year later, and those three chains are still binding you together. It would be an understatement to say your lives have drastically changed since you were permanently chained together. You have both had to give up your jobs, school, and any former aspirations for your future. You have almost entirely given up on wearing clothes beyond footwear, as even your best efforts don’t do much to cover you up.

Daily tasks such as walking around took some getting used to, but by now walking around and such like this are second nature to you. Some tasks, such as keeping yourselves in shape have taken some creative solutions, but you have managed. Most fortunately, having your vaginas permanently plugged hasn’t created any serious hygiene problems. Maybe by the generosity of the wand, your periods somehow find a way out past the dildos, and having objects shoved up there for so long hasn’t led to any infections. Privacy, however, is just something you have had to let go, but there turned out to be something a little freeing about having no secrets.

Your strange predicament has made the two of you local celebrities, although this isn’t entirely bad. At least this way you don’t have to isolate yourself from the rest of society in shame, since a few people are used to seeing you as you are now **** to live. Sometimes you manage the occasional trip outside the house. You’ve even been able to go to the local grocery store lately without having to explain yourselves to too many shocked onlookers. Most of the regulars are understanding, and even don’t’ seem to be too bothered by your constant nudity.

The orgasms are a different matter. With the constant stimulation, you can have ten or twenty in a day. You’ve learned to suppress it as best you can, but it still makes for an awkward moment if one suddenly comes on in the middle of a conversation with someone.

Though your former jobs and education plans are kaput, the two of you have managed to bring in a good stream of money by doing webcam performances. As it turned out, there was quite a market for two sexy nude girls permanently bonded together in a very naughty way. On camera, you tug at each other’s chains, make passionate love, and write around on the bed in constant ecstasy. What’s not to love about a show like that?

As to the wand, it vanished soon after binding you together, as if deciding its work with Annie and you was done. Where it went after that, or who had it, you haven’t found out.

But that’s all right. You actually don’t mind your new life. At this point, you don’t know if you would wish yourself apart from your practical Siamese twin even if you could. You love her, and she loves you! Every waking moment is pleasure, every night you get to cuddle up to your girlfriend, who can’t roll away from you, and you are never more than a foot away from the most beautiful girl you’ve ever met!