Loading...“Amputation IS sex, the stump is just the afterglow,” Julie told her roommate and dear friend of nearly a year. She sat next to Sara, the left leg over the right, swinging idly back and forth without a foot.
Sara was honest with herself. She enjoyed neither hand and a touch of her forearm on tender parts thrilled her greatly.
She knew the right hand would be the first to go; she was left-handed after all. She knew the other was destined to be gone as well.
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Wearing a hospital gown with cool air from the vent above blowing down the split in the back, Sara sat on the exam table in the emergency room, her bare feet dangling below. She smiled at the female doctor and as she held her hand out, muttered, “It’s toast.” Sara was a lovely woman in her mid-twenties with a willowy body and shoulder length brown hair.
Dr. Janet Bolger looked grimly at Sara’s right hand then at her. She cleared her throat and glanced at the nurse that had just finished starting an IV. “Let me speak to her alone.” The nurse shrugged her shoulders and walked out of the exam room, closing the door behind her.
Sara guessed the doctor might have been in her late-forties, but was nice to look at. Her heart pounded hard in her chest. She kept looking at the doctor, undressing her in her mind, trying to say something. She failed for a long moment.
“Is there an expedient approach? I know it can’t be saved.” Sara said.
“We usually need to see where the freeze damage stops … that can take several days.” She looked at Sara’s face and moved hers closer. She whispered, “I suppose you know how much you want left.”
She nodded and pointed midway along the forearm. “It was in it to my wrist for about fifteen minutes.” She was referring to the cryogenic solution, the same as the one she had read about in the journal of a woman that had lost both hands at one time.
Janet tapped her latex glove covered finger from the wrist to where Sara pointed. “Yup. That’s about where it needs to come off. Maybe a little higher.”
“That’s okay. I want it high enough to leave clean tissue without any skin graphs. Will you be doing the surgery?”
“I think that would be best. I’ll leave you with a good stump.”
“Pretty?”
“Yeah-h,” she drawled and patted Sara’s shoulder. She leaned close again. “Sara, next time just call me.” She snickered then stood back with her arms crossed over her chest. “Quite gutsy.” She walked out the door and told someone to schedule an operating room as soon as possible. She returned with a form and Sara scribbled her signature after reading only the description of the procedure – ‘Amputation of right forearm’.
Ten minutes later, an orderly moved her onto a gurney and rolled her down the hallway with ceiling lights passing overhead. The room was marked OR-3. They moved her onto a strangely shaped table, made some adjustments, and covered her with a warm blanket. Everyone wore masks. A woman touched her shoulder and said, “Relax. You’ll be fine.” It was the Janet’s voice. Janet looked at another doctor, nodded, and then said, “Let’s get started.”
Sara awoke as a nurse lightly shook her shoulder and repeatedly said, “Wake up now.” Her eyelids fluttered and she tried to remember where she was. There was a mild burning sensation in her right arm. “Would you like something for pain?” Sara nodded and the warmth of the narcotic flowed though her soul. “You did just fine,” the nurse told her, and then lifted the sheet to look at the bandages.
“Is it gone?”
The nurse laughed and held the sheet up for Sara to see. Together, they looked at the heavy bandages starting at the elbow and ending before where her hand used to be. “She does a good job.” She let the sheet down and Sara drifted off to sleep.
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The morning had become afternoon and a tray of food was on a table parked next to Sara’s bed when she woke the next time. She worked herself into a sitting position and pulled the table across the bed then moved the bandaged arm so it rested on it. She rubbed her fingers over the end and studied how it stopped below the elbow.
“Well?” the doctor asked as she walked towards the bed. “There’s about five inches.”
“Perfect. Thanks for being understanding. I ‘was’ worried about how people here would react.”
“Usually in situations like yours, we call in a shrink for an assessment. I had a feeling that wasn’t necessary.” She smiled. “Was I right?”
“How long until I can go home?”
“How’s the pain?”
“Not bad.”
“You’re healthy. I don’t think you need to spend the night. I can write a prescription for some oral pain meds. Is there someone that can give you a ride home? I don’t want you being alone or driving for a few days.” Sara nodded as the doctor continued. “You’ll need to see me daily for several days to have the bandages changed. Will you be a good patient?” She grinned. “I’ll be back about four. I’ll change the dressing and make sure nothing is leaking. We’ll see if you are ready to leave then.”
“Thanks.”
She walked a few steps then looked back. “You did well. You’ll be happy with it.” She continued out the door.
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Sara woke again hours later as Julie crutched into the room and stood by the bed. She wore jeans cuffed high enough to expose the last few inches of the long leg stump. A black blouse graced her upper body and the long black hair spiraled over one shoulder. The footless leg swung casually between the crutches.
“Hey Sara, how is it?” She leaned down and pecked her on the lips.
“Julie!” She held her bandaged arm up and waved it around. “It’s really gone. The doctor said I could go home today towards the end of the afternoon. Maybe she will come back soon.”
“Great. Have you seen it without the bandages?”
“Not yet. She said there was about five inches left.”
“Cool.”
Sara pulled on Julie’s arm and she leaned close. “She actually told me to call her next time.” She laughed.
“Ah, maybe I should talk to her about my next time … more of this one, or start the other.” Julie snickered. “Regardless, I can’t wait. I’m so jealous.”
Janet walked in and closed the door. “Time to check your stump.” She placed a tray of instruments and bandages on the bed. “Will you be taking her home?”
“Ah, this is Julie. We live together.”
“You have quite a brave friend.” Janet glanced towards the floor. “The same thing?”
She whispered, “Maybe, but a different way.” Julie chuckled.
“I told Sara this morning to call me next time.”
“Yes, she told me and yes, I will.” Julie laughed.
Janet unwrapped the bandages and dropped them in the red trashcan. “It’s going to look a little rough for a few days. I’ll take the sutures out after a week or ten days, and then things will start to look much better. How’s the length?”
Sara moved the uncovered stump around and slowly bent the elbow slightly. She winced in pain.
“It’s going to hurt for a few days. Don’t get it wet until the sutures are out.” She wrapped a new, less bulky, bandage around the stump. “So young lady, what prompted this?”
“I’ve never wanted my hands, but I didn’t know how to make it happen. Not long ago, I found a detailed journal of a woman that did both hands.”
“Yup. I’ve read it.” She looked at Julie. “And you.”
“Yeah. I want more.”
“Above the knee … the other foot?”
“Yes.”
“Oh. Are you going to do this in stages?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I understand.” Janet looked around and out the partially opened door then back towards Julie. “Most only want do go though this once.” She waved her hand in the direction of Julie’s missing foot. “I’ve known a few … like you. I can help.”
They both nodded and watched as Janet stroked her chin in thought.
“I assume you’ll be with her when she comes tomorrow to have things checked. We can talk more then. I need to ask you to keep this ‘our secret’.”
“Sure-e,” Julie replied.
The doctor removed the IV and put a band-aid over the small drop of blood that appeared. “Go ahead and get dressed. I’ll write up the discharge. Come to my office about noon.” She looked at Julie’s missing foot. “I DO want to talk more with you.”
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“Come here,” Sara begged, as she closed the front door. She pulled the t-shirt from her with her only hand and tossed it to the side. The white gauze bandage touched a nipple and made it grow taught. She moved her forearm into a new position and rubbed across the whole breast with the end. “Oh god, oh-h god yeah-h.”
Julie approached while watching. “Hmmm.”
Sara ripped at the snap on her jeans and jerked the zipper down exposing the bare skin beneath. Her hand pushed on the waistband until she stepped away.
“So, I get to do that for you after….”
“Yeah, after this hand bites the dust.”
“Any idea how long that might be?”
“No, just getting rid of this one will be good for a while.” Sara swished her firm hips with each step. Their lips met and tongues played. “I’m tired, but I want you to join me later.” She pulled back a little and ground against Julie. “I promise to make it worth you while.” She chuckled.
“Count on it lover.” Sara rubbed her bandaged stump along Julie’s cheek a few times.
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Sara stirred from a deep sleep as Julie sat on the edge of the bed and laid the crutches on the floor. “Sorry,” she whispered as she undressed before slipping under the covers and snuggling closer. “Let me know … ah, if I press against your stump.”
“Just so you press against me.” She giggled then let her lips wander over Julie’s face.
Julie’s fingers lightly touched the bandages and felt towards the rounded end. “I wish we could take them off.” Her fingers rubbed again.
“Just think; you’ll have bandages again, soon.”
“Makes my pussy quiver.”
Sara kissed along her chest covering parts with her lips and nibbling as she moved lower. Thighs spread as she rested her stump over Julie’s mound and began feasting on delights she had long since become familiar. Julie’s footless leg rose and then rested on Sara’s shoulder.
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They had been driving north for three hours on the two-lane country road. Sara watched the countryside pass. The sky was clear and light blue. The temperature was pleasant. Sometimes she looked down at her stump. Now, just a small bandage covered the sutures that would be out in a few days. She peeled the bandage back then dragged a fingertip alongside the incision line several times. “I love this,” she said, her voice deep and sultry as if a climax were welling up inside. She pulled the small bandage completely away from her stump and looked closely before dropping the bandage out the window.
“What’s the best part?” Julie watched for a long moment before looking back at the highway.
“Having her cut my hand off … wow. Crazy, huh?” She held her stump closer to her face and stroked the black sutures across her cheek. “It’s been seven days,” she calmly said.
A few miles passed in silence until Sara unsnapped her jeans and let her hand slip inside as she kissed the stump. “Ah, ah-h,” she quick began to moan. Her fist bucked against the inside of her jeans and her hips moved wildly. “Oh-h,” she moaned a few times as she grew closer. “I never would have thought….” She gasped and left the hand inside the jeans. “That a fresh stump could be so erotic.”
Julie crossed her long stump over her knee and fondled the end as she drove. “I wonder what this couple will be like.”
“We just passed the sign, another mile to the driveway.”
They walked up the long wheelchair ramp to the porch of the small cabin set back in the woods a few hundred yards from the highway and nowhere close to any neighbors or stores. Julie knocked.
“I’m Gene,” the middle-aged man with long gray hair pulled into a ponytail politely said as he pushed the screen door open. They glanced at him sitting in a powered wheelchair. He wore cutoff jean shorts leaving his missing lower portions of his legs obvious. The left one looked freshly bandaged, as if recently amputated. The red sleeveless shirt exposed one arm missing high above the elbow. The muscles bulged in the other biceps. The chest and stomach seemed trim and fit. “Come in. Darla is making some tea.”
They followed him through the large living area of a one-room home. The tapping of Julie’s crutches was loud against the hardwood floor with no carpet. The kitchen occupied a space along the wall and an eating table without chairs was located in that area.
A woman in a powered wheelchair worked by the sink. She twisted in the chair. “Hey,” she politely said. She turned the wheelchair and looked. It was now obvious she was missing her left foot, the right leg above the knee, and the left arm just above the elbow. As they looked, they noticed she was about his age and attractive, with nice features. “Did Janet do that?” She pointed with her arm stump.
“Yes, recently.”
“She’s been a good friend to us,” he said. “That your first?”
“Uh-huh.” Sara continued to nod a few times.
Julie replied in the same manner and added, “I did this elsewhere.”
Darla moved closer. Her white blouse was unbuttoned completely exposing bare skin and soft curves of breasts not quite visible. A short thin cotton skirt draped thighs that spread apart slightly. Sara casually tilted her head slightly and tried to see under it without success. Darla flexed the knee a few times, and then rubbed the end of her arm stump with her hand. “Ten times for me … sometimes just a few more inches off. Six times for him.”
Julie listened with interest. “She just doesn’t like her hands … me, well….”
“Don’t get me wrong, I love a stump. It’s that amputation that get me fired up.” Darla continued to slowly flex her knee and let the stump swing. She looked at Julie and said, “Honey, are you going to do something more?”
“Yeah, for sure. Now that I know Janet is willing, I’m on fire.”
“Oh-h wow-w. I’d love to see that,” he said as he crossed his right leg over the other. The bandaged left leg ended above the ankle, the other was well healed and ended closer to the knee. “Almost time to have the sutures out of this one.” He swung the long stump up slightly then let it fall back. “Used the wheelchair for a while before. Watching her … isn’t she a sight?”
“So, do you enjoy the surgery as much as Darla?”
“Hell yeah,” he roared in laughter. “We met on the Internet in a body modification group … split tongues and lizard bumps … a bunch of strange people if you ask me. Any hoo, Darla and me hit it off … since we were the only sane people there.” He laughed.
“Yeah. He came to visit me a week later. I don’t think we’ve been apart since.”
“You just came out and told her that you enjoyed having amputations?”
“Nah-h,” he drawled while rubbing the shorter stump. “She made the first move. Told me she wanted them all off, but just a little at a time. Thought I’d cream in my pants when I heard that.”
Je-sus-s,” Julie said. Her hand cupped her crotch and rubbed a few times.
“Yeah honey, makes my pussy boil too,” Darla teased. She moved the wheelchair to the table. “Grab a chair from over there and get comfortable.” As she spoke, she waved her only hand towards the wall.
His wheelchair made a loud clunk as he turned it on to move it towards the table. “She has a small clinic at home for helping with people like us.”
“Really?”
“Oh sure,” Darla said. “I did my hand just above the wrist with a chop saw and some lidocaine. It was my first. Anyway, that’s how I met Janet. Somehow, she knew exactly what had happened and probably why. Anyway, we talked and got to know each other.” She waved the arm that ended just above the elbow. “Four times to get this much off.” She laughed. “I know I’ll run out of limbs before I die.” She laughed again. “Damn it.” She slightly lifted the leg without a foot. Did this two months ago.”
“I’m planning on the other hand someday,” Sara said. “Like Julie said, she’s more into having as many amputations as she can.”
“Good for her. There aren’t many like us. Huge piercings … split cocks, that’s all crazy stuff.” She straightened the knee and slid her hand along the lower leg to the end. “Having a limb off, now that’s real sex.”
“Did you tape your surgery?” he asked Sara.
“Uh, no.”
“Talk about great porno.” Darla laughed. “We’ve got DVD’s of all mine and all of his … even that business with the chop saw.”
“How’s the tea Darla? We could break out the movies. I’d be happy to make a copy for your ‘enjoyment’ when you get home.” He laughed heartily.
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“How was the meeting with Darla and Gene?” the Janet asked as she removed another suture from Sara’s stump. “Two more,” she muttered quietly. “Damn, I like putting them in, but taking them out is a real pain in the ass.” She laughed.
“Very enlightening,” Sara replied.
“Fucking erotic, if you ask me.” Julie said.
“Do you really want more?” She turned more towards Julie as she worked a cramp out of her fingers.
“Yeah, of course.”
“If you’d like, I can do that … no problem.” She snipped another suture and tweezed it out. “How much more?”
“Eventually….” She paused. “Gradually both legs, maybe one at a time, maybe an arm, maybe both arms. I guess I found some of what Darla said quite powerful.” She watched the last suture as it pulled from the stump.
“You make my panties wet to hear that,” Janet groaned, and then chuckled. “We’ll have a good time.” She wiped the stump with alcohol. “There, all good to go. You can get it wet. Nothing will happen. It’ll be too tender for a while to shove it in her.” She giggled. “Gives ‘fisting’ a whole new meaning, don’t ya think?” She giggled again.
Sara lifted the stump to her lips and kissed where the sutures had been. “This is so wonderful.” She kissed the end a few more times.
“What’s next for you Sara?”
“My left hand, but not just yet. When the swelling goes away, I’ll get a prosthetic arm … probably with a hook.”
Janet rubbed her fingers along her chin. “I was almost starting to think about getting a wheelchair, a nice powered one, and then doing the other foot. You know, work my way up alternating between legs, rather than doing all of one then the other. Before then, I’d like a little more off this one. I miss that feeling.”
“I know someone that sells them. I bet she’ll give you a good deal.”
“Is she more than….”
“Yeah, she’s like Darla … and you … just with her legs though … I think. She’s above the knee on both sides now. After eight times.” Janet laughed. “Just slightly above the knees that is. Plenty more to go.” She watched as Sara nibbled her stump.
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“Thanks for coming in,” Connie said as she rolled her dark blue sporty manual wheelchair towards Sara and Julie. Not much older, she was attractive and nicely clothed with a dark blue dress that exposed the last few inches her leg stumps. “Are you looking for a wheelchair?” There were several rows of wheelchairs of all kinds and styles. They were alone in the showroom.
Sara made the introductions. “Janet sent us.” She moved the arm stump slightly. “She did a nice job, about two weeks now.”
“She’s the best … been whittling on my legs for a few years. I got a ways to go still.” She touched the end of one thigh with a fingertip and stroked the indentation along a scar. “It’s been about awhile since this knee went away. Probably about time to do some more, don’t you think?”
“We met Darla and Gene the other day,” Julie said. “Quite a couple.”
“Heavens,” Connie said. “There aren’t many in their league. I’m into having amputations, but Darla … wow. I love her dearly. Don’t get me wrong. I have NO problems with her … or him. What can I show you?”
Sara strolled past her towards a powered wheelchair. “Maybe power chairs. She wants one.” She pointed at Julie.
“I’m doing the other foot,” Julie casually remarked. “Darla really stoked something in me. I’ve often told Sara about these kinds of feelings. Just no good way to do it that I knew of.”
“Yeah.” Sara sat in a powered wheelchair and flipped the switch then waited a few seconds for it to be ready. “We kind of thought she was alone with these feelings. I just wanted to do my hands, but not the way Julie did her foot. Then … then I found a journal on the Internet written by a woman that did both hands. Anyway, I did this the same way.” She held up her stump for a moment then put it in her lap.
“‘Cryogenic Solution’? Yeah, I’ve read that. I actually met her once not long afterwards. She’s overseas. She only wanted to loose her hands. Nice stumps, unequal length. Real nice.”
“Anyway, that’s how we met Janet. Amazing how things fall into place. Huh?”
“We all eventually find ourselves. Some just manage to do it sooner than others do. Me, I stumbled upon a web site years ago. There were a dozen others. We all talked and wished for a way. I never thought it’d happen, not in my lifetime. I’d just gotten married. We loved all kinds of sex. I let him bind and tie me up. One night I folded my leg at the knee and had him bind it with an elastic bandage. We made love. God, it was great. I asked him if he’d mind if I were that way for real. He told me that was a sick thought and spanked me real-l hard. My ass was red for days. We did it a few more times over next few weeks, bind my leg up and screw, and then he’d paddle my ass. He tired of that ‘game’. That’s how he referred to it.”
“Not very caring,” Sara commented.
“The more I read and wrote with the group, the more my desires matured. I’d always thought I wanted multiple amputations, but the group gave me a way of thinking about those feelings … understanding how I might enjoy those feelings. I did the same thing with my foot you did to your hand … froze it rock solid. I got myself to the hospital. Janet was there. The rest is history.”
“What about your husband?”
“He left me that week. He kept saying I was crazy … over and over. Never would shut up. I couldn’t stand it. I loved myself for the first time. My orgasms were suddenly overwhelming … better than ever. They happened easily … and quickly. All I had to do was think about having it off or having something else off. The thoughts were electric … especially when I thought about having something else off.”
“What was next?”
“I bought a wheelchair and did the other foot a month after the first. They were both above the ankle, the second higher. I was as hooked as a junkie on heroin … only my drug was amputation. My thoughts were always about the next one, hardly took time to enjoy what I had already … three in the first six months.”
“Sounds so much like me, like I want,” Julie groaned. She sat in a powered wheelchair, flipped it on, and then drove it.
“What’s a good one?” Sara yelled as she raced her around the showroom.
“That depends on your budget. Cheap scooters are a few grand, a good wheelchair is about fifteen. It depends on things like speed and distance between charges. I have one that does about nine miles-per-hour. A sporty manual chair is about two or three. Some days I use this one, others I use the powered chair. I like the flexibility to choose. I prefer the powered chair when I have to carry things or do things at home like clean or cook.”
“How long to get one? We have the cash for a really good one.”
She looked at the car parked near the door. “That yours? You need to get a van as well. With a ramp and hand controls, they can be thirty grand and up, often closer to fifty grand. There are plenty of used ones at the bottom of that range. How long till you really need it?”
“Soon.”
“That makes my heart go pity-pat.” Connie roared with laughter. “I’d suggest getting a van first, then the powered chair. You can order the chair now, but you’ll need the van when you pick it up. You want the front seat to swivel. That makes it easy to transfer into it.”
“Wow, so much to think about,” Julie said.
“You two live around here.”
“Yeah. Not far.” Sara laughed.
“It’s nice to know someone that lives close by. Darla is too far away to just have coffee with.”
“Are you seeing anyone … romantically?” Julie asked longingly.
“I’ve been through a few since he left me … last one, well, she chickened out as time got close.”
“For her amputation?”
“Yeah. She was going to do her leg above the knee, just the single amputation. She had talked about it online with me, then on the phone. She moved in and we enjoyed each other for a few months … my first woman. Then one day, she announced it couldn’t go through with it. Hell, she had even scheduled the amputation with Janet. I know I won’t find anyone that really shares my feelings to live with.”
Connie massaged the end of one stump with one hand as she stopped talking. The hand slid a short distance along the inside of the thigh dragging the hem of the dress with it. “All of this talk … just makes me so horny for an amputation,” she said. “I need a fix in a big way.”
“Tell me about it.” Julie laughed. “I have a feeling if I were around Darla very long, I’d just be a torso in no time.”
“I met a woman in Europe. She was like that by the time she was thirty-eight. Carla was her name. She was so lovely. She lived with her mother who had a mild case of this. Carla and April. I’d almost forgotten them. April is missing one leg … after a few amputations. It’s about mid-thigh. She wears a prosthetic leg so she can tend to Carla’s needs better. Me, I’d never have a stump for long enough to be fitted.” She chuckled.
–
“I’m Jim. How can I help you?” A woman with just one arm walked past and into the office. He watched her from the corner of his eye.
“Connie, from the wheelchair place, sent us. We’d like to buy a van with a ramp for a powered wheelchair,” Julie said. “For me,” she added as he glanced along her body ending at the missing foot with seeming interest.
“I bet we can find something you’d like. New or Used?”
“New. I’d like to buy this soon … the sooner the better.”
The woman walked towards them and stopped beside Jim. “Hey.” Her voice was soft and pleasing, like her appearance. “I’m Brenda.” She extended her only hand and she shook with Sara then Julie. She quipped to Jim, “My turn.” He walked away while looking over his shoulder at the three women.
Sara gave her a quick study – early thirties, tall, long bare legs, great face, and long black hair. The sleeveless blouse hid nothing of the short stump of her left arm. The plunging neckline revealed much of her cleavage. The short skirt and high heal shoes accented her shapely bare legs.
“Something recent?” Brenda asked Sara as she finished her own study. “Mine’s a few years old, a little carelessness.” She giggled.
“It becomes you,” Sara cooed. “You’re very lovely.” Her eyes continued to rape the woman.
Julie was still deep in study then suddenly replied, “It’s been a short while for me. As I told Jim, I want to buy a new van with a ramp and space for a powered wheelchair. I’m having surgery soon, the other foot.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Both feet?”
Julie coughed to clear her throat as she considered what to say. “A little hard to talk about … you know.”
Brenda glanced at each woman then at Sara’s new stump, and then at Julie’s bare stump extending below the cuff of the jean pants leg. “Listen, it doesn’t matter. I was just trying to make conversation.”
“No, no. We do need to buy the van. I hope you won’t think ill of us, but….” Julie stuttered the words and fumbled her thoughts.
Sara picked up. “We live together. She’s a little overwhelmed. I mess up and my hand is amputated, then she learns she’s going to lose the other foot … a progressive thing she seems to have.”
“Oh,” Brenda said, as she continued to stare at Julie. Her voice sounded confused. “Being an amputee isn’t so bad.” She cupped her stump and rubbed the end. “Hey, I’m okay being this way and my girlfriends thinks I’m hot.” She laughed. “It makes it all okay.”
“Look, let me explain….”
“No need.” Brenda stepped closer to Sara, their bodies almost touching. “Great stump,” she muttered under her breath.
“Yours too.” Their breath bathed the other’s face seductively.
Brenda stepped back and looked towards Julie. “We’ve got several new vans in stock that I can show you.”
–
“Ah, geez. Look at her foot away from her leg. I’m almost orgasmic,” Julie said as they watched the video of Darla’s foot amputation.”
Sara rubbed between her thighs with her arm stump. “The bones….”
“Man, oh man.” Julie’s hips rocked and bounced in excitement and she rubbed between her thighs. “She’s sewing up the stump.”
“I can’t believe she’s so casual holding her own severed foot.”
Julie laughed then nibbled some popcorn. “Stick the next one in.”
Sara popped the DVD out and put in one labeled ‘Darla – Knee’. “Bet this is where she goes above the knee.” She pushed the play button and settled next to Sara. “How long till you get this far?” She groaned under her breath in mild disgust.
“Watching this is fantastic. God, I thought for sure I was the only one. Now know about Darla, Gene, and Connie. It didn’t sound like Brenda was part of the club.”
“Nah. I think she had it done, but she it was a one time thing. Still, she was quite lovely. Great body too.”
–
“You’re doing fine,” Janet told Julie as she dragged the scalpel though the flesh just above where the stump had ended. She dabbed at the small amount of blood. She looked up at the heart rate monitor then at Janet’s face. Behind the mask, she smiled then made another pass with the blade.
Sara and Connie watched though the window of the small operating room in Janet’s house. “I’ve been on that table so many times,” Connie whispered. “The wheelchair should be here next week. I put in a rush order.”
“The van should be ready by then.” She reached her arm stump out and rested it on Connie’s shoulder. “She’s obsessing about this,” Sara mumbled trying to hide her disgust.
“Me too.” She pulled her skirt up slightly and reached underneath.
The sound of the saw was loud as it cut though the first bone. There was a short pause, then though the second one. She began light strokes with a file to smooth the severed edges of bone.
“Almost done now, ready to close the stump up,” Janet told Julie.
“Ah-h, ah-h,” Connie moaned loudly as she continued to finger herself and the orgasm started. “Oh god-d.” The skirt now up to her waist, her fingers flew. “Je-sus-s. That’s so hot … look at….” She watched like a young man looking at a pole dancer. Her body shook and quivered. “Ah-h,” she roared as the orgasm peaked. The other hand gripped the armrest of her wheelchair so she would not lose her balance and fall out of it. “Oh-h, oh.”
Janet wrapped bandages around the new stump and glanced towards Julie’s face. “Congratulations.”
“Thanks. When my wheelchair comes, I’ll be back for the other foot.”
“I’ll be here. Most people at least wait for the stump to heal before doing something else.” She giggled. “Not everyone.”
–
Julie’s legs no longer ended with feet. The hem of her white pants dangled just past the end of her legs, the left leg shorter by a few inches than the right. She sat in her powered wheelchair in the food court of the mall and comfortably crossed the left leg over the right and let the lower part swing slowly back and forth. She took another bite of hamburger. Her black blouse conformed pleasingly to her body and was unbuttoned enough to reveal a hint of cleavage.
“Amputation is sex,” she said as she swallowed the bite. “The stump is both the afterglow and the foreplay.” It was one of her favorite thoughts, one that had overtaken her life in uncontrollable ways.
Connie sat in her wheelchair on the same side of the rectangular table and sipped at a glass of ice tea then dipped a fry into some ketchup. Her dress draped past the long stumps of her thighs. She shifted one leg and reached down to scratch at the end of it.
“I already feel a need to go back and have a little more off,” Julie said.
“This is the longest I’ve waited. I don’t what’s going on.” She giggled. “Anyway, I think it’s time. I’ve called Janet. Just another inch on the left stump, just enough to hear the saw and have it sewn up.”
“An inch? I did two, the second time on my left leg.”
“Can’t do much each time, otherwise I won’t have any left.” She laughed. “What would I do then? I get my best orgasms right afterwards … for the first few months.”
Julie dabbed at a tear forming in one eye. “Sara and I had a huge fight over this. I knew she wasn’t obsessive about this like I am, but she did have her hand off … and talk to me about my feelings. Once we found Janet and I had the next two amputations, well our relationship became strained.” She wiped at the tears again. “God, a real surgeon, so willing to help.” She sighed. “Sara talked often about being rid of both hands … I know that was all she wanted to have amputated. I was okay with that.” She sniffed and wiped at her face. “She’s not coming back.”
“Oh dear.”
“I think she’s seeing Brenda. Maybe it’s for the best. We were clearly heading in different directions … my feet, this whole progressive … amputation thing. This is really who I am. When Janet was amputating my other foot … it was so electric. I feel alive for the first time. I thought I would, now I know.”
Julie reached over and took Connie’s hand then squeezed it lovingly.
“I know. Its destroyed things in my life like relationships and friendships … I don’t care.”
They turned their wheelchairs to face each other. “I’ve waited so long to do this, now I can’t bare to wait for the next time.” She straightened her left leg and rested the end in Connie’s lap. “I want to race ahead, catch up to you.”
“Take your time and enjoy … no, savor each and every time.” She rested a hand on the stump and caressed it. Julie closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment, then lowered her leg. Connie spoke. “I regret I did not go slower with my second leg. I did it about midway the first time. I knew after a short time that I’d made a mistake not starting near the ankle as you did. I missed out, on two or three surgeries.” She wiped at her eye to make sure the forming tear did not show.
“You’re sweet to share that with me.”
“No darling, you are the sweetheart … you bring so much joy to my life.” Connie squeezed Julie’s hand and looked softly into her eyes. “Maybe if….” She became silent.
“If Sara doesn’t come back? Yeah, I think that would be nice for us to do. It’s something I’ve caught myself thinking about. I need to give this some thought.”
“Sure.”
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Julie sat in the darkened living room on the dark brown, leather loveseat. Mellow jazz music floated through the room.
“Sara? It’s Julie. I need to talk.”
“We can make this simple. I can’t be with you.”
“Cause I did the other foot?”
“All of that is just more than I can handle. You keep the van, the chair, and I’ll put more money in your account to take you though a few years. I want the house back. You can have a month to find a new place.”
“It’s best. It was good knowing you.”
“Yes. We’ll each find people more in tune with our needs.”
“Are you at Brenda’s?”
As she listened to the dial tone, she took a deep breath then hung the phone up. She pulled a leg underneath her and rubbed the folded knee while enjoying the feel of the footless leg against her hip. She pulled the other leg beneath her and draped the skirt over the knees.
“Makes me so-o tingly inside,” she whispered aloud.
Both hands rubbed the knees then she pulled an arm inside her blouse and let the sleeve hang empty.
“What WILL it be like, to be this way … someday?”
The single hand picked up the phone and her thumb pressed buttons. “Hey, it’s Julie.” She listened to Connie’s welcoming words. “Listen, I just spoke with Sara. It’s over.”
“Sorry, I know you cared for each other.”
“Yeah. You know, I’m relieved. I never thought I’d say that about her. I’m sitting here with both legs folded under me and an arm tucked inside my blouse like a triple amputee … like I’ll be someday.”
“That excites me.”
“I was hoping it would. I was trying to be suggestive.”
“I’m sitting here naked touching my stumps, wishing I wasn’t alone. Would you like to spend the night?”
“Uh-huh,” she whispered while nodding her head. “Stay naked. I’ll be over in half an hour.”
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“Do you think it’s big enough?” Connie teased as she bounced naked on the king sized bed, her breasts moving pleasantly with each bounce. “I see Janet next week for my next trim … the left one.” She fondled the stump lovingly. “For you, two inches.” She giggled, and then watched Julie undress.
Julie let her lips brush Connie’s lips and each felt the passion rise, quickly becoming uncontrollable. She broke free from the deep kiss. “It’s more than just a fuck.”
“Uh-huh. If that’s all it is, it’s okay. I need your touch … but yeah, it’ll be much more than that.”
She massaged between her thighs as she kissed across a breast making the nipple swell. “Without arms, we’d have to use our lips.” She kissed down into the valley and up the side to the other nipple then rolled it between her lips.
“Oh-h, kiss me everywhere.” She lifted a stump and rubbed it against her. “Kiss the end.”
Both hands wrapped around the soft end and puckered the skin. Lips pecked through the indentations, across pale scars, and then French kissed the valleys as she squeezed tighter.
“Oh god-d, no ones done that.” Her hand felt her wetness and a finger dove deep inside. “Ah-h,” she roared. “You’re a keeper.” The finger flew and moisture drained along her thigh. “Ah-h,” she moaned loudly.
“I can’t wait to kiss it with the sutures in it, after the next time.”
“Oh god-d, oh god-d, yeah,” she began.
“Then we can do your other stump and have two fresh incisions.”
“Ah-h, yeah-h.”
“I can put fresh bandages on them.”
“Oh-h baby-y.”
“I can remove the sutures for you.”
“Ah-h.” Her hand continued to pump. “Ah-h.” She bucked and thrust her hips against her fist. “Yeah-h. Then we can do more on your left leg. Make it a bunch shorter than the right.”
Julie French kissed the stump and inhaled the fragrance from the action nearby. A hand traveled along the inside of the thigh and a finger dug into the skin near the top. “When its this short….”
“Oh god-d, oh god-d. It’s boiling hot. My pussy is on fire. I’m so close.” Her fingers flew. “Yeah-h, there. Oh-h god-d.” Both stumps spread wide as if trying to split her body up the middle. “Ah,” she sighed. “Ah.” She began to relax.
“I can’t wait for your next trim. Next week, you said.”
Connie gasped as she struggled to catch her breath. “Uh-huh. I can see us living together will cause some conflicts. I mean … I know I have to do this in stages or I’ll run out of parts to amputate. The same for you.”
“Yeah. It’s just such a turn-on to talk about it. I know we need to go slow with the actual thing. Is that okay … just to talk and tease?”
“Just so we are together.”