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Amputation, Anal
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Stacy’s Wish
First Meeting of the Amputee Club

     I couldn’t believe it when I heard it on the radio.
The show’s host announced that he had a girl with a really
bizarre fetish, saying it was even stranger because she was
female.  Well, being no stranger to bizarre fetishes, I had
to hear what it was.  This show had had kinky people on
before – and they did mean kinky when they said kinky,
unlike most people who think being hand-cuffed is somehow
strange and deviant.
     
     So I waited and waited – the host and his crew chatted,
then went to a commercial break.  These breaks are
notoriously long, but I waited through it.  And when they
came back, more talk.  I was getting frustrated, started
wondering if it was worth it to wait – I had been sitting in
my car at my destination for a few minutes already, and was
just plain tired of waiting.
     
     And then they brought her on.  Stacy was her name, or
at least the name she gave, and she told about her fetish –
she was into amputation.  More precisely, being amputated.
She said how she wanted to eventually have her limbs
removed, starting with her legs.  She went on to describe
how she had a toe cut off by an old boyfriend and how she
had the best and longest orgasm in her life from it.  She
had me going – I immediately grabbed my cell phone and for
the first time every called a radio station.  Actually, I
had to call Information to get the number, but they
connected me.
     
     I spent half an hour sitting in my car in a parking lot
on hold.  They were receiving all kinds of calls – people
calling Stacy a sick freak, telling her being an amputee was
nothing to fantasize about.  She was belittled and berated
on the radio show.  I waited for my chance to talk to her –
and waited for too long, it seems, cause she had hung up by
the time I got through being on hold!
     
     I asked if they could give me her number – which, of
course, they could not – so, I asked if they could do me a
favor.  I didn’t care if they aired it or not, but I wanted
to talk to her.  I asked them to call her back and put me on
the phone with her.  They thought it would be funny so they
did so.
     
     We weren’t on the air when we spoke, but I have no
doubt they recorded it to use it later.  Knowing that, I
tried to be discreet.
     
     “This is Stacy,” I heard her say as they joined our
lines.  She sounded a little down, maybe disappointed.  I
could understand that, from what I heard people saying about
her on air.
     
     “Stacy, hey – heard you on the show, obviously, and I
had to talk to you.  You kink?  You fetish that you
mentioned?”
     
     “Yeah, what about it?” she asked, sounding exacerbated.
     
     “I think it’s hot.”
     
     “You do?  Really?”
     
     “Oh yeah.  Really.  You really liked loving that toe?”
     
     “Fuck yeah!” she nearly shouted, sounding alive and
full of energy and passion.  “Oh my god, it was great!”
     
     “Excellent.  Find The Chaos Grey on-line.  Google it.
You’ll know it when you find it.  I’ll be waiting there for
you.”  Then I hung up.  It was strange and mysterious, I
know, but I didn’t want to give too much away on a radio
show.  I just had to hope that she believed me and would
find what I was talking about.  I had faith that, if she
even tried to look, she would find it.  It was all a matter
of whether she would try.
     
     I got my answer a few hours later when I got to work
and checked my email.  There it was, my answer from her
right there in my inbox.  I was amazed that it had worked,
but it had.  The beginning.  How completely wonderful.
     
          Grey,
          
          I read your story To Become a Fuck Toy.  I
     assume it was you who contacted me earlier.  I
     loved it!  God, I came twice when I read it and
     I’m still wet even as I write this.  Can’t keep
     from touching myself.  I don’t think you’ll mind,
     though.
          
          Your story wasn’t quite the way I feel about
     it.  For me, it’s the pain of having bits of me
     removed that make it such a turn on.  I wouldn’t
     want to be knocked out and have parts of me
     surgically removed.  But the idea of just having
     stubs for limbs – makes me horny whenever I think
     about it.
          
          I never thought about what would happen to me
     after my arms and legs were gone.  I think Donna
     had the best solution.  Unlike her, I’m not doing
     it to become a fuck toy, but I guess after it was
     done, that’s all I could ever hope to be.  Now
     that I am thinking about it, I like that idea to.
     I think I would like to be someone’s fuck toy and
     be used like that.  I can’t believe I’m admitting
     this to someone I’ve never talked to before, but
     you seem like you understand better than anyone.
          
          Oh, I didn’t care for the incest parts –
     never read much porn before, but it kind of
     grossed me out a bit.  But the rest of the story –
     just wonderful!
          
          I hope I hear from you soon!  Would love to
     talk more!
          
          Stacy

     Well, if that wasn’t exactly what I was hoping to hear.
Not only had she answered, but she was enthusiastic and
open.  I replied immediately, and that is where it all
started.  We emailed all the time, at least once a day,
chatting about this and that, talking about all of our
fantasies and kinks.  Of course, I had many more fetishes
then she did, but her amputation desires were so strong, so
powerful – it really was the drive of her life and libido.

     It was months later that the rendezvous was suggested –
her suggestion, too, not mine.  Turns out we weren’t too far
away.  Few hours drive for both of us to meet in the middle,
but not too bad.  It was worth it, definitely.

     We kept it casual – just dinner.  A meet and greet;
though we had been “talking” for a while, there is nothing
like first meeting someone, and I must say, she was more
than I expected.  Charming, funny, pretty – I liked her
quite a bit.  We sat for a long time after dinner and
dessert was other, sipping wine and chatting like old
friends.

     We were both a little tipsy at this point – ah, hell.
I won’t be coy about it.  I was horny.  Really horny.  I
wasn’t there for sex, at least, not during that first
meeting, but at that point, that’s all I was thinking about.
I had been dropping my hints, my innuendos, my little puns
and wicked double entendres – I was flirting in that Grey
way that I do and she had been seeming to pick up on it all
night and respond in kind.  I was making a move – that’s all
there was to it.

     I don’t try to be smooth.  I don’t try to be anything,
really – I am who I am and sometimes that works sometimes it
doesn’t, but I’m always me.  I don’t plan things, either, I
just let things flow.  If you plan things out, and things go
awry, you’re done.  Be natural.

     I slid my foot slowly across hers and up her leg.  She
looked up at me, gave a bit of a shy smile, knowing I was
coming on to her.  Footsies, I know, is a lame come,
especially if you are a guy!  So what was I doing rubbing my
foot up and down her smooth leg?

     I leaned over the table, getting closer to her.  “We
keep meeting up like this, I would not be able to do this
anymore.”

     Her eyebrow arched in a show of intrigued confusion.  I
continued after a brief pause.  “If I have my way with you,
soon there wouldn’t be anything left for me to run my foot
on.”

     Her eyes smoldered as she realized what I meant: I
wanted to take her leg.  When I stroked my foot up her leg
again, she leaned her head back and moaned, the image of my
foot having nothing there to touch burned in her mind.

     To be quite honest, I was surprised that worked, but
not half an hour later we were in some trash motel down the
road, fucking away like rabbits in heat.  The first was
quick – we were both just too turned on to hold anything
back for long.  We laid there a few moments on the bed, and
then I crawled down to her feet, examine her mangled, four-
toed foot.

     I was getting hard just looking at it, the stump where
once there was a pinky toe, but now it was lost, I kissed
the stump, licked it, murmuring how hot it was that she had
cut off her toe.  She was moaning, too, loving the attention
I gave her desecrated foot, and obviously enjoying just how
much it turned me on.

     I took in next toe over in my mouth and bit hard – she
squealed with delight and writhed about on the bed.  I have
no doubt that I hurt her with that chomp, but that is why
she loved it so much.  I wondered what kind of orgasm she
would have if I bit her toe off.  No easy feat, I know, but
I pondered it momentarily.

     Hard again, I brought my cock to her feet and started
rubbing my hot shaft across her feet and toes, taking long
strokes against her missing toe.  I was standing, facing
her, her feet dangling off the foot of the bed and I rubbed
my dick around the stub.  She was squeezing her tits in her
hands, kneading them like dough and pulling roughly on her
nipples as she seethed in delight.  She curled her toes
around my cock, using both feet to encircle my rod, and
began to pump back and forth.  I just grazing her stub with
my finger and she fucked me with her feet.

     I’m not really big into feet.  Don’t get me wrong – I
like licking them, sucking toes, and I have fucked a pair
like I was doing now, but I’m not one of those people who
just thinks feet are the epitome of sexy.  That being said,
it didn’t take me long to cum from her feet’s caress, but
that’s mainly because I was so in tune with the fact she had
cut off a toe for her sexual pleasure.  And when I came, my
jizz just exploded from my cock and rained down on her naked
body is long, creamy streams, spraying from her navel to her
tits is several amazing shots.  And my cum continued to leak
out for a few more moments, trickling down the bottom of her
feet until I repositioned my cock and squeezed a long stream
out over the stump of her missing toe.

     Sick?  Maybe, but she was moaning like a porn start and
humping the air like she was mounted and being fucked.  I
spread her legs and fell to my knees, burying my face in her
gushing snatch.  I licked and sucked at her wet cunt,
lapping at her wondrous flavor and marveling at the shear
amount of juices pouring from her body.  The comforter
beneath my chin was completely soaked before I had even
started, and her spasming crothc humped my face and tongue.
It was only a few moments before she was cumming, too.

     Her hands clutched the comforter in a death grip and
her body literally leapt from the bed, pivoting on my
shoulders and thrusting her climaxing pussy hard against my
face.  A jet of liquid squirted against my skin, and I
readjusted myself, opening my mouth to drink down the fluid.
I thought she was pissing, to be honest, but at the first
shot I took in the mouth, I knew it was not urine, but cum –
she was ejaculating!

     She was squealing and thrashing about, never releasing
the bed, and I kept a firm grip on her to keep her legs on
my shoulder and my mouth in position to suck down every shot
from her cunt.  I had never seen such a violent orgasm, and
was amazed by how long it lasted.  When her pleasure was
finally spent, she collapsed in a heap on the mattress,
mumbling to herself and seeing all but asleep.

     It took her some moments to recover and I gave her all
the time she needed.  My cum was glistening all over her
body, and I knew my face must be plastered with her juices.
We were quite the messy pair, but I didn’t think we were
quite done with each other yet.

     “Oh god, that was fucking great,” she moaned, the first
real indication I had that she was wake.

     “Yeah,” I sighed, sitting up on the bed next to her.
“Do you always cum like that?”

     She shook her head.  “Only once before,” she murmured,
then gave me a grin.  I knew exactly when she meant – the
time she had cut her toe off.  “That’s the only time I’ve
ever squirted, too.  God, that was awesome.”

     I grinned down at her, then once more turned my
attention to her cum-coated feet.  I held her mangled foot
in my hand, peering at it with interest.  “I want to cut off
one of your toes.”

     She shuttered on the bed, her eyes closed as a growl of
desire pulsed in her throat.  “I would love that.”

     “It would be such a fucking turn-on,” I said.  “I think
it would make me cum watching you cum from it.”

     She looked over at me, a hungry look in her eyes.
“Would it?  Would you like it?”

     “Oh fuck, yeah.  That would be so fucking hot.”

     She looked me right in the eyes and with utter
sincerity and whole-hearted passion whispered, “Do it.”  Her
fingers her over her cunt and I could see from the corner of
my eyes that she was gently stroking her clit.

     I shook my head.  “Not tonight.  But I will do it, if
you want me to.”

     “I want you to,” she moaned, a shiver of pleasure
coursing through her.

     “I want to cut off you toe,” I started, holding the
fourth toe on her already disfigured foot.  “Chop it right
off.  And then a toe from this foot,” I said, taking her
other foot in my hand.  “Maybe two at once so they would
match.”

     She groaned, still rubbing her cunt with her hands as I
spoke.  I knew she was hot again, just as my cock was
stirring back to life once more.  Sick and twisted fuckers,
we were, and talking about out demented kinks got us horny
as hell.

     “I think I would take a finger next, your index, middle
or ring.  Not the pinky, though – that’s a cop-out, and not
your thumb.  I want you to be able to jerk me off with that
hand.  Watch you jerk my cock with your four-fingered hand.”

     She squealed again as I took her middle finger on her
right hand in my mouth and bit down.  My body was over hers,
so it was a quick motion to shift positions and slide my
hard cock into her pussy once more.  I began to fuck her
slowly and let her hand fall from my mouth.  She gazed up
into my eyes with a look of sheer lust.  “What would you
take then?”

     “All your toes from one foot – three of them in one cut
from a hedge clipped.”  Her inhale was ragged and heavy with
her desire, and I kept going, knowing my words excited us
both.  “I would cut two fingers from your good hand then,
and make you wank me with that one.  Then a foot – the foot
that still has toes.”

     She spasmed under me then, shaking in my grasp.  We
were both hot and sweaty from our unleashed passion, and her
body, still slick with my cum, slid easily under mine as I
fucked her.  Her eyes rolled back into her head as she
mumbled inanities over and over again, unable to form full
words.  I pulled my cock from her pussy, and she moaned in
disappointment.  I slid it down just a little, feeling for
the nook of her anus.  When I felt the crinkled skin against
my cock, I pushed in, driving my dick slowly into her tight
bottom.

     “You’ll be my little play think,” I murmured to her as
I fed my cock into her hot shitter.  Her sphincter clenched
and unclenched widely on my shaft, an incredible sensation
as she bucked her body against mine.  Her anus was so wet
from her over-flowing cunt, penetration it was quick smooth,
and I eased in very quickly.  I knew from previous
correspondence that mine wasn’t the first cock to invade her
intimate shit passage, but it was a rare visitor in what was
usually and unwelcoming land.  This time, however, Stacy
seemed positively enraptured by my sudden shift to buggery,
and her moans became louder as I began to pump my cock in
and out of her clutching asshole.

     If she wasn’t a fan of anal fucking, she certainly
wasn’t showing it; as I picked up the pace, she, too, fell
into me with quick, powerful thrusts, taking my cock deeper
and deeper into her tight shit chute.  Her ass gripped my
shaft with every thrust into her, holding my member in a
vice-like grasp.  I was getting close to cumming again.

     “And after your foot, I’ll take your other leg,
chopping it off at the knee.  No feet, just a stump on your
ankle,” I hissed to her, by cum churning in my balls, aching
for release.  “And a piece of your leg left.  Half a leg.”
I ran my nails down the outside of her thigh, clawing her
from her waist to just above her knee and back, signifying
the section she would have.

     Stacy was going wild beneath me, pounding her body hard
against my tool, driving herself with increasing force.  Her
hand was flying across her cunt, slopping her sweet juices
all over her thighs and stomach and even spraying my pelvis
with her puusy cream.

     She exploded into a fit of screams and crazed shaking.
Her body humped against mine with no rhythme, no pace, just
crazed, undulating passion.  Her asshole quivered around my
cock, squeezing down so tight it was a little painful before
flaring open and gaping around my shaft.  Over and over, her
shitter clenched and released, pumping me for my jism while
she, herself, came in a rush of body-quaking orgasms.

     I couldn’t hold out it any longer, not with her wild
jerking and hollows of utter ecstasy.  I jammed my cock as
deep into her rectum as I could and let loose another blast
of spunk deep into her body.  Moments later, my cock spent,
I collapsed onto the bed next to her feeling completely
drained.  She looked delirious, like she was seeing spots in
front of her eyes, and her body shook and shivered at random
moments for the next few minutes.  She was looking at me,
but seemed unable to actually focus on my face; her lips
were moving, and I could her that she was trying to speak,
but no words actually came from her mouth.  Naked and
dripping with sweet, her stomach still glistening with some
of my cum, she didn’t move more than an inch.  Sprawled out
on the bed, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

     I didn’t even consider leabing.  Why the hell would I?
I was exhausted.  I was just glad she was out so we wouldn’t
have to cuddle or talk or anything.  I was out like a light,
and damn did I sleep well.

     When I woke the next morning, the room was still dark,
but I could feel Stacy on the bed, shifting around.  I
blinked a bit, letting my eyes adjust to the dim light, and
as I slowly roused, I heard her moan.  Other sounds
followed, slick, wet slapping of her fingers across her wet
cunt – she was frigging herself off.  I was actually amazed,
though glad.  I could use a good morning release.

     I rolled onto my side and looked down at her.  Her eyes
opened and regarded me sheepishly as she said, “I was still
horny from yesterday.”

     “I can see that,” I said.  “You should have woken me
up.”

     Her face lit in a smile.  “You can fuck me now.”  She
took her hand away and spread her arms and legs wide,
inviting me to mount her and pound away at her hot cunny.

     I shook my head.  “Too late for that.  You’ll have to
finish yourself off.  I will let you suck my cock, though.”

     She gave me a look, then, and seemed as though she was
going to question my letting her suck my cock, but she held
back and I shifted so that I was kneeling next to her face,
my semi-hard cock flopping right at her lips.

     She took it in her hand and began to caress my dick and
balls while her other hand returned to working her own sex.
Her eyes were on me, though.  “Are you really going to do
all those things you said last night, or was that just sex
talk?”

     I grinned down at her.  I could tell that even if it
was just dirty talk to get her off during sex, she was okay
with that.  I was the first guy she had been with who
relished her particular fetish; I bet I was the first one
who ever talked about cutting pieces of her off during sex.
Even if I wasn’t, I had little doubt I was not only the
first with whom she didn’t have to ask for him to play along
with her fantasies, but also the first to really indulge her
in her passion.

     I leaned in, pushing my cock against her lips, and took
her head in my hand and pulled her face towards my crotch.
Her lips easily yielded and she started to suck my dick.
Having just woken up, I had the urge to piss, and I really
wanted to unleash my stream in her mouth right then, but I
knew there were definitely lines in this relationship, and
that was not one she was willing to cross.  Not while she
still had the choice, anyway.  I know my little kinks are
far above most people’s and I respect other’s limits.  When
they want me to.

     “Yeah,” I said to her my cock hardened in her mouth.
“I am going to do all those things I said for as long as you
want me to.”  She groaned a bit and her hand started rubbing
faster and harder on her clit.  Her mouth, also, became
hungrier in its quest to relieve my balls of their load.  It
felt incredible.

     “I know a few people who might be interested in such
games,” I started casually.  I had a plan in mind and needed
her approval for it.  I was sure she’d be okay with it.  “I
was thinking we have a little club.  An amputee club of
sorts.  But, in our club, you are the only amputee.”  She
moaned loud and low, and her lips vibrated pleasantly on my
shaft as she continued to blow me.  “A few of us get
together ever couple months and have a bit of fun.  A
gangbang if you would be so inclined.  And every meeting
culminates with us chopping off a piece of you.”

     She came then, once more.  It wasn’t the loud, spastic
orgasm of the night before, but still a pleasant, rolling
climax that made her shake and moan against my dick.  Once
it was over, she pulled me down so that I was lying on the
bed once more, and she slide down between my legs and
resumed bobbing her mouth up and down on my cock, her hand
jerking me at the same time.

     I said nothing more until I blasted my load into her
mouth.  She sucked it down greedily, and gently suckled my
deflating dick until it was complete flaccid once more and
ever drop of cum had dribbled from the hole.  She laid down
on the bed next to me, smiling.

     “That sounds great.  But, how many guys would this be?”

     She sounded a bit nervous.  I wasn’t sure if it was the
idea of an audience at her disfigurement or the concept of
being fucked by fifty strange men that worried her.  “Just
me and a couple other guys at most.  At least to begin with.
I have some guys in mind who I know would be very into it.
One’s an paramedic.  Worked for years on an ambulance.
Perfect guy to have in such a situation.”

     She moaned again, seeming to be getting in to the idea.
“Thought maybe I’d write about our little meetings.  Post
them up on the website for people to read.  Who knows?
Maybe some other people will want to join the Amputee Club.”

     “Sounds hot.”  She licked her lips.  I could tell she
was getting in to the idea of me broadcasting our sick
little games on-line.  “But not too many people.”

     “Only what you are comfortable with.  All those rock
hard cocks there to fuck you and spray you with cum while
you get your toes chopped off.”

     “Maybe you’ll find a few girls,” she said casually.
“Maybe some of them would like to watch me get amputated.”

     “Or get amputated as well.”

     She was grinning like a wolf, hungry and wild.  “You
could take pictures.  Film it.  Mmmm, I bet there would be
plenty of people who would love to see that.”

     “I could make a whole fan site just for you as we cut
you up.”

     She was into, totally and completely.  I knew I would
need to protect myself and the other guys, get wavers and
contracts and the like – and whether they would hold up in
court or not, I had no clue.  But all that was for later.
Right now, all that mattered, was I had her.

     But then she frowned a bit as a stray though crossed
her mind.  “What happens to the club when . . . well, when
my arms and legs are gone?”

     I had already thought of that.  “Well, I know I would
still be very into fucking the hell out of what’s left of
your body, and I’m sure some of the other guys would, too,
so we can still meet up for ‘club meetings’.”  She giggled
at that.  I think she was reassured that she would still
have someone to fuck her afterwards when she had nothing
more to chop off.  She had told me that even fantasizing
about having a stump of a leg turned her on – she felt like
if she was limbless she would be perpetually horny, just
like the heroine of my amputee story she had read on the
Chaos Grey.

     I chuckled, and she looked at me quizzically.  “I just
had a random thought,” I said, as I am want to do.  Random
thoughts ebb and flow in my mind like waves on the beach.
“I just had an imagine of me clothing you up – you with no
arms and legs - in some sexy corset and packing you into a
padded box to ship you to one of the guys in the club so he
could have you for a while.  You know, like we all take
turns having you a couple weeks and then ship you off to the
next guy.  When it’s time to have the meeting, whoever has
you brings you and hands you off to the next person in the
cycle if it’s time.  Just a random thought,” I said
dismissively.

     Her eyes, however, were smoldering like the night
before and she was practically purring at me.  “You got me
all wet again.”

     Boy, amputation was definitely her passion.  It seemed
even a little mention of it got her hot and ready.  I really
liked that about her.  Being the creative, imaginative guy
that I am, I could look at her and see her without her arms
and legs, see her as my doll, my toy, my very own “Donna”
with which I could play out my sick fantasies.

     She growled a bit when she saw my cock stirring to life
once more.  She pounced like and animal, engulfing it with
her mouth to speed up the processes.  She wanted one last
fuck before we parted ways – a fuck to signify our little
partnership and solidify our arrangements.  Our Amputee Club
was officially formed during that last lust-fueled fuck, and
I liked to consider that the first meeting of the founding
members.

     We parted ways a bit later, after having had breakfast
and fleshing out the details a little more – which I knew
got her hot again, since she was stroking my hard-on under
the table at the restaurant with her mangled foot.  I began
to make arrangements, contact some people, try to set up a
time and place for our first meeting.

     And then, all I had to do was wait.