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PENNY

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Vikspan

April 9 – 18, 2004





Part I – Saturday, February 7th

The phone rang and I picked it up.

“Hi! Joe here. How you doin‟ ole buddy?”

“Joe, I haven‟t heard from you in donkey‟s years! What brings you into town?”

“Business. I came in and signed up a good contract. It‟ll do my company a world of good.

Want to go out and celebrate? Treat‟s on me.”

“Sure. Where and when?”

“You still livin‟ in the same place?”

“Yeah. Still here.”

“How about I pick you up in an hour?”

“Fine. See you then.”

I hung up and decided I needed a shower. Joe and I had been buddies in college but due to

circumstances we had come to live pretty far away from each other. We had kept in touch

but it was a rare occasion when we could really see each other and talk face to face. I

relished the idea of seeing him again.

The doorbell rang. I opened it and there was Joe. He hadn‟t changed very much in the past

fifteen years. We hugged and told each other how well we looked after all these years,

which modesty apart we did.

We got into his car and started shooting the breeze.

“You married?” I asked

“Nope. Too busy enjoying my bachelor life. And you?”

“Same here.”

Both of us had good jobs, made a fair amount of money, and couldn‟t be bothered yet with

all that business of settling down having kids, and all that rot.

We started reminiscing.

“Remember when we used to play pool after class?”

“Yeah, we weren‟t very good at first but we got pretty good towards the end. Hoo boy! Did

that shark get surprised when we cleaned him out!”

After a while we just happened to drive by a pool hall and Joe asked, “Do you want to stop

and play for a while?”

“I‟m easy.”

He parked the car and we went into the hall. We had to wait about fifteen minutes until a

table was clear and then we started shooting. I tossed a coin and Joe won. I got the rack

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“Haven‟t played this in a coon‟s age,” he said apologetically.

I hadn‟t either and we were both pretty weak. After less than hour we decided to call it quits

and go have dinner. We hung up our sticks and turned to pick up our coats when a voice

behind us said, “Anybody care to buy a crippled girl a drink?”

We turned around and there, resting the stump of a handless arm on the table was a pretty

girl. Behind the stump were a pair of lovely breasts, and next to one of them was the stump

of the other arm that had been amputated above the elbow. A wistful smile enhanced the

loveliness of her face.

I gulped. Joe gulped. We both gulped again. We were both devotees but to see this dream

of a girl with both arms off was more than we had ever expected.

She smiled again.

“It‟s not as if I was the Venus de Milo,” she said. “She has practically no stumps to speak of,

unlike me.”

She raised the stump of her right arm and ran the stump of her left arm over it.

I recovered a little.

“Like a glass of Scotch and soda?” I asked.

“Yes, I could hold it but you would have to help me drink it.”

“I‟d be more than proud to, ma‟am.”

We made our way to the bar and ordered Scotch and sodas for all three. Joe asked for three

straws in order not to make the girl self-conscious.

She pouted and said, “I thought you guys were going to help me drink it.”

“Hold the straws,” I told the barman.

“By the way, this is Joe and I‟m Vik, and what may your moniker be?”

“Penny,” she said. “And you may kiss me if you like.”

I couldn‟t believe it. Here was this gorgeous armless girl I had just met and she was telling

me I could kiss her! I had picked up her glass and started to put it down back on the

counter. She stopped me with the stump of her handless arm.

“While you help me drink my whiskey,” she added.

It took a few seconds for the meaning to sink in. Then I smiled, filled my mouth with her

whiskey and put my arms around her waist, as she rested the stump of her left arm on my

shoulder and caressed my left ear with the handless stump of her right arm.

I placed my lips next to her wide open mouth and while I pursed them our mouths came in

contact. I slowly poured the whiskey from my mouth into hers. When it had all been

transferred she swallowed it and then opening her mouth wide she thrust her tongue into

my mouth. We explored each other‟s mouth, our tongues thrusting quickly back and forth.

Penny was a passionate girl and I could feel her loins pressing into mine as she ran the

stumps of her arms frantically over my body while I ran my hands all over hers.

After a while we came out for breath.

“Your turn, Joe,” she said.

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He said, “I have something to confess to you, Vik. It‟s true that I‟m not married. I‟m not

even engaged but there is a girl I‟m in love with and I intend to ask her to marry me when I

return home.”

Addressing Penny he asked, “Would you mind terribly if I passed?”

Penny pressed his face between her stumps and said, “Not at all, Joe. I hope that sometime

I‟ll meet a man like you. And please don‟t think too badly of me. I‟ve been armless for four

months and sometimes I get so desperate that I lose control of myself. That‟s why I came

here today. I want to have my old boyfriend back again, I want to have my arms back

again. It can‟t be. My boyfriend left me when he saw how crippled I was and my arms went

to the incinerator in a hospital. I‟m going to be like this for as long as I live and sometimes I

can‟t face it.”

Joe nodded slowly.

“Look, there‟s an empty table over there. Shall we take our drinks and sit down, and you

can tell us all about it?”

“Yes, please, let‟s.”

She sat between us with Joe to her left and me to her right. I took hold of her handless arm

– actually she had lost the forearm up to about the distal third – and held it between my

hands.

I urged her to speak. “Tell us about it.”

“Well, it‟s like this. I have a large group of friends. Some are single and some are married

couples. Among the married couples there was a Latino pair, Josefina and Roberto. You

know how heavy Spanish women tend to get when they reach a certain age. Josefina got

that way and Roberto, who had admired and loved her beautiful figure when she was

young, was dissatisfied with the way she now looked. He argued with her asking her to eat

less, to do some exercise, but he did it in a nasty manner and that always has a contrary

effect. Josefina got fatter. Finally in a tantrum he told her she had one week to lose twenty-

five pounds or he would throw her out of the house.

“Josefina called all her female friends asking for help. We met in a café and discussed the

situation. There was no way Josefina could diet and lose twenty-five pounds in one week. In

desperation She said, „There‟s only one way I can do it – I have to have something

amputated.‟

“At first we were shocked but then reality began to set in. We discussed possible

amputations. For a Spanish mind breasts were out, besides they wouldn‟t weigh twenty-five

pounds between the two of them. I mentioned a leg but the thought of walking on crutches

for the rest of her life made her shrink away in horror.

“„There is only one thing I can do,‟ she said. „That is to have my arms amputated.‟

“Somebody said, „You could always leave Roberto.‟

“„Roberto is the love of my life‟ she answered. „I could never leave him.‟

“So it was decided that Josefina would become armless. We knew of a good clinic south of

the border. It was summertime and most of us were on vacation. We trooped down and

talked to the doctors. One of them was assigned to Josefina‟s case. He took a look at her

arms, took some measurements, made some calculations, and after a while he said,

„Señora, I presume that you want to keep the stumps of both arms.‟ Josefina nodded. „Very

well then, in order to loose twenty-five pounds you will have to have one arm amputated

above the elbow and the other amputated below the elbow. Which elbow do you wish to

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“Josefina said she wanted to keep her left elbow so the doctor operated. He did the cutting

with a laser ray and in four days Josefina was able to leave the clinic. We were there with

her all the time and she said, „I‟d like to get home before Roberto comes back from work

and surprise him.‟

“So as soon as got back home we accompanied Josefina to her house, disrobed her and

helped her to get in bed. We dressed her first in what she thought was a very sexy corset

and left the house. Just in case we walked down the block still staying in earshot.

“When Roberto came we heard everything. When he entered his bedroom he found his wife

in bed, still fat, and to boot armless.

“„You stupid bitch! You‟re still fat, and ugly, and besides you‟re a useless armless thing! Get

out of my house! Now!‟

“Roberto picked up a couple of suitcases, filled them with Josefina‟s clothes and shoes,

opened the door and threw the suitcases outside. To his credit he did dress Josefina after

throwing out the suitcases.

“We ran to the door and picked up Josefina and her luggage. I had an extra room in my

house so I invited her to stay with me until we could figure something out. The problem was

that I had to leave her alone while I was out at work or doing the shopping. For the first few

days we worked out a system where I would dress her in the morning. I trimmed a few of

her skirts and she didn‟t wear panties. That way she could go to the head any time she

wanted. However one day she got styptic and didn‟t empty her bowels before I left in the

morning. Around eleven she had to go and she couldn‟t wipe herself. She tried to do it with

the stump of her left arm and all she managed to do was to smear the feces all over her

behind. When I got home for lunch I found her in tears. I wiped up the mess and tried to

console her as best I could.

“„I‟m a cripple, a hopeless cripple! I can‟t do anything for myself! The best thing for me is to

die and stop being a burden upon you!‟

“She went on that way for quite a while until she was so tired that she went to sleep. I

refreshed the bottle of cold water that I left on the kitchen counter every day with a straw

in it and went back to work. “It was obvious that we needed a full-time caregiver for

Josefina but I couldn‟t afford one. Then one day, going by the hospital, I saw a girl with

both legs amputated. She was stump-walking on orthopedic boots. I approached her and we

became friends.

“Her name was Ching Lian and she had lost her legs in a train accident. Modern medicine

had allowed her to walk away from the hospital on her stump boots in less than two weeks.

She had just been released and she was at a loss as to what to do. She had been a jockey

before her accident and she was unable to ride horses without her legs.

“I told her about Josefina and how we needed a caregiver. I also told her that I couldn‟t pay

her very much but she could come and live with us – she would have room and board and a

small stipend.

“Ching Lian was delighted. She would have a roof over her head, food and some money to

spend.

“I explained that taking care of an armless person was not an easy task and that she would

be on call twenty-four hours a day except on Sundays when I would take over.

“She said that she imagined being armless was much more difficult than being legless and

that she would be glad to help Josefina.









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“I took her home with me and soon she was stumping all over the place. She soon became

used to her duties and she enjoyed talking to Josefina. The two women got along famously

and Ching Lian got along very well without her legs. Sometimes her stumps got sore so

when that happened she‟d take off her boots and swing her body between her arms.”

I interrupted her, “So there you were trying to support two double amputees, one armless

and the other legless. You found yourself in a pretty pickle.”

“That wasn‟t the worst part of it. My problem became even worse because seeing those two

amputees every day triggered something inside of me. Sometimes I wanted to be like

Josefina and other times I wanted to be like Ching Lian.”

Joe exclaimed, “My God! You were seeing the problems they had everyday trying to lead

what would never pass for a normal life and you wanted to be like them?”

“Yes, I wanted to be a double amputee very badly. Don‟t ask me why because I don‟t know.

All I know is that I envied those women their stumps and I wanted some of my own. So I

eventually decided to toss a coin: heads I‟d be legless, tails I‟d be armless. The coin came

out tails. I left Josefina in the hands of Ching Lian and headed south of the border.

“When I returned I looked like this.”

She stepped into the light to let us see her stumps. To me they were the most beautiful

sight in the world.

“I don‟t understand,” I said. “Was Ching Lian to take care of both of you? And how were you

to earn a living? With both you and Josefina hopelessly crippled who was going to bring

home the bacon?”

“I forgot to tell you that shortly after I hired Ching Lian I won the lottery. I invested the

money carefully and all three of us were sure to have a reasonable income for the rest of

our lives.”

Coming close to me and placing her stumps around my neck she added, “Besides there‟s

always the hope of meeting a gorgeous hunk like you who likes girls with missing limbs. You

do like girls who are amputees, don‟t you?”

Reaching down with her long stump she touched me just where she shouldn‟t have. I had a

tremendous erection and I nearly shot my load.

“See? I was right!”

I nodded and smiled.

“Would you like to hear the rest of the story?”

Joe and I nodded.

“Ok. Look, it‟s getting late. Why don‟t we go to my place and we can have supper there.

You‟ll get a much better view of what‟s going on and you guys can stay the night if you

want.”

So we got into Joe‟s car and Penny showed us the way. We saw a very large house, much

larger than was necessary for the three girls. We had a puzzled look and Penny smiled.

“I told you you‟d get a much better view of what‟s going on.”

We went up the steps to the front door and Penny rang the bell. The button was much

larger than usual.

Penny explained, “It makes it easier for us armless people to push it with our stumps.”









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The door opened and there seemed to be nobody there, Then I remembered and looked

down – there was a pretty Chinese girls sitting on the floor with the stumps of her legs

peeking out from under her skirt.

“Good evening, Penny.”

“Good evening Lian. Joe, Vik, I‟d like you to meet my caregiver and best of all, my very

good friend, Ching Lian.”

Joe and I bent over to shake hands with the girl and told her how well Penny had spoken of

her. She smiled and apologized for not standing up to greet us.

I said, “Your stump boots are giving you a hard time, are they?”

She nodded and answered, “It‟s hard to be legless when you didn‟t want to be.”

My heart went out to Lian. Penny and Josefina had their arms amputated of their own free

will but the girl had lost her legs in an accident through no fault of her own.

Penny said, “Lian, could you cook dinner for us please. We‟d like to have it in the porch.”

Lian nodded and swung off between her arms on the way to the kitchen.

We sat on the porch around a table and after a while a portly lady came out of the house.

The stumps of her arms were the exact opposite of Penny‟s. Not only that but they moved

in a spasmodic way that told me that she wasn‟t completely happy with her amputations

either.

“Joe, Vik, this is Josefina, the model for my amputated arms,” Penny said with a smile.

We stood up and Josefina extended her left stump.

“I‟m sorry I can‟t shake hands, this is the closest I can get.”

I took her stump between my hands a bit longer than necessary. Josefina noticed and gave

me a coquettish smile. Penny frowned.

Joe noticed and stepped forward. Taking hold of the stump of her right arm with his right

hand he said, “I‟d be delighted to shake the stump of your right arm. After all, that was

what you shook hands with when you had them, wasn‟t it?”

Instead of shaking her stump he caressed it slowly and wound up cupping it with both

hands. Josefina had been won over and Penny was mollified.

We all sat down and chatted. After half an hour Lian came again. This time she was wearing

her stump boots and carried a tray in her hands. From the way she waddled I could tell that

her stumps were hurting. She had to wear the boots however because she was carrying a

tray in her hands. She laid the tray on the table and started setting it. Cutlery, plates,

glasses, bread, butter and a jar of water.

I admired the glassware, it was all of Bohemian crystal, and I said so.

Penny flushed with pleasure. Obviously she took pride in her household If it weren‟t for her

missing arms she‟d make some happy man a perfect wife. What was I thinking of? She‟d

make a perfect wife precisely because of those luscious stumps that she knew how to

handle (no pun intended) so well.

When the table was set Lian turned to us and said, “Dinner will be ready in another fifteen

minutes.” She turned and stump walked back to the kitchen.

We shot the breeze until Lian came back bearing two porcelain serving dishes with our

dinner. It consisted of roast beef sliced paper thin and baked potatoes drowned in Danish

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The béchamel sauce was exquisite. The whole was accompanied by a bottle of Château Neuf

du Pape that did far more justice to the beef than a bottle of stout would have done.

We all sat down with Lian between the two women. Joe and I pulled out their chairs and

pushed them back under the table once they had sat down. Lian was particularly grateful

because she had no feet with which to pull the chair next to the table.

The meal went a bit slowly because Lian had to feed alternately Penny and Josefina. She

had to wipe their mouths with a napkin now and then, especially before they drank either

the water or the wine.

Once the main course was finished Lian pushed her chair away from the table and standing

on her stumps she picked up the plates and serving dishes. She was obviously going to take

them back to the kitchen so I stood up and asked, “Why don‟t you let me do that?”

Lian smiled and answered, “First, because it‟s my duty, not yours. Second, because you

have no idea where the kitchen is.”

I placed the five plates and the dirty cutlery on the tray that she had used previously.

Handing her the two serving dishes I picked up the tray and said, “Lead on, McDuff!”

She gave me a sweet smiled and waddled off. I followed her. Once in the kitchen I placed

all the dirty stuff in the sink and rinsed it.

“I can do this now,” I said.

“Dinner‟s not over yet.”

“Oh?”

“There‟s dessert and coffee you know.”

“Oh, yes, of course.”

As a bachelor I was used to TV dinners and fast food, and I was being offered a veritable

banquet.

Lian had prepared what she called a Queen‟s pudding. I was interested to find out what it

was like. She spooned out five servings into an equal number of bowls. Looking up at me

she said, “Would you please put them on the tray?”

She added, “You know, looking up at you I feel like a dwarf.”

“How tall were you before you lost your legs?”

“Five feet. Jockeys have to be small and light, you know.”

“And how tall are you now?”

“Three feet one when I‟m standing on these,” she said pointing to her stump boots.

I nodded and picked up the tray.

“Please let me have it. I‟ll take it to the table.”

“I don‟t mind doing it.”

“Please, it‟s my duty. I am your hostess and you are my guest.”

I was impressed by Lian‟s strength of character.

I handed her the tray and she took it back to the table while I walked behind her admiring

her legless shuffle. I had an idea that I thought would make life easier for her but I kept it

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Lian placed the tray on a side table and then shuffled around placing a bowl in front of

everyone. The last bowl she placed where she would sit. She climbed on the chair and I

pushed it against the table. She smiled at me to say thank you.

I sat down and picking up my spoon I dug into the pudding. It was a refined version of

bread pudding with a central layer of strawberry preserve that was delicious. I said so.

Lian gave me a wicked smile and said, “Fortnum and Mason‟s.”

I had been to London several times and had bought food from them. They were a very old

firm, so old in fact that they were already well-known when Samuel Baker ordered his

provisions from them when he went on his expedition up the Nile in the nineteenth century.

I was impressed and the expression on my face said so.

Penny said, “Lian gets only the best.”

“How does she do it?” Joe asked.

Josefina answered, “She‟s very good on the Internet.”

I asked Lian, “Have you been to England?”

“I rode the Grand National several times before I lost my legs.”

“Did you ever win?”

“Two times out of five.”

I was even more impressed by this girl.

After coffee and brandy Penny said, “I‟m tired. It‟s been a long day.”

Joe said, “We are too. Thank God tomorrow is Sunday and we don‟t have to go to work.”

He and I stood up and thanked our hostesses for a lovely dinner and a lovely time.

Josefina said, “Must you go?”

“I don‟t think we should overstay our welcome,” Joe answered.

“Look, Lian has had a very long day and she needs a rest. I was hoping you‟d be my

caregiver tonight.”

Joe‟s jaw dropped but he quickly recovered.

“I should be delighted.”

After the meal, the wine and the brandy he had forgotten about his girlfriend.

Penny didn‟t say a word but she looked at me inquisitively with a quizzical smile. I walked

up to her chair and pulled it out. Offering her my arm which she took with the stump of her

right one I said, “Lead the way.”

We went to Penny‟s bedroom and I helped her change into a lace pajama. She lay down on

the bed and I stripped.

“I‟m sorry I can‟t help you undress.”

She raised her stumps to make her point

I stripped down to my shorts and sat down beside her. Pulling out the waistband so there

was an empty space between it and my belly I said, “Put the stump of your right arm

there.”

Then I stood up and the stump of her arm pulled my shorts down to my knees. I bent over

to finish taking them off and she cried, “No! Stop! Let me do it!”







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She sat down on the edge of the bed with me in front of her and pushed down on the shorts

until they lay on the ground around my feet. Lifting one foot after the other I picked them

up.

“Hold out your stump,”

She held it out and I hung the shorts on it.

“Now toss it on to the chair.”

She did so and squealed with delight.

“I‟ve helped undress you!”

I lay down on the bed and she started caressing my whole body with her stumps. I had

never made love to an armless woman and the experience was utterly thrilling. When I

expected fingers to tickle me or to run through my hair, or fingernails to scratch my back,

all I could feel was the blunt ends of her stumps. It was entirely different, and quite new to

me, and I loved it.

We made love passionately till dawn. Several times she asked me, “Do you mind that I have

no arms?”

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Part II - Sunday, February 8th

The sun was already shining through the window when she fell asleep.

I felt the call of nature so I dressed quietly and went out of her room to find a bathroom. I

was tiptoeing about when I heard the familiar shuffle of stump boots.

“Lian, is that you?”

A figure appeared from around a corner. It wasn‟t Lian but she was just as beautiful. She

was blonde and taller than Lian, about three foot six I thought. Her skin was fair and

smooth, and she had a beautiful body – what was left of it.

“No, I‟m Elizabeth, and you must be Vik.”

“How did you know?”

“Lian told me last night that you and Joe were here. I knew it was you because of the

direction you came from.

“What are you doing wandering around by yourself?”

“I‟m looking for the head.”

With a sly smile she teased me, “It‟s still on your shoulders.”

Her eyes were at about the height of my belt and she noticed the bulge in my pants.

“Of course there‟s another one down there.”

“Look, I‟m in a bit of a hurry…”

“Of course, of course. Follow me.”

She shuffled off and I followed her. When she pointed to a door I opened it. Just before I

went into the bathroom she said in a teasing tone, “Don‟t forget that we caregivers like to

been take care of now and then.”

I watched her stump walk away and wondered what I had gotten into.

When I was through I found my way back to Penny‟s room. She was awake.

She asked, “Did you enjoy it?‟

“Best night I‟ve spent in my life.”

“Even with no hands?”

“That was the best part of it. What you can do with your stumps is absolutely amazing.”

“I suspected ever since we met that you were an acrotomophile”

“A what?”

“A devotee.”

“I wasn‟t until I met you. Now I know that no whole woman will satisfy me ever again. It‟s

not that you‟re crippled, it‟s the wonderful way you handle those stumps in bed. No woman

with hands could have done it better.”

She flushed with pleasure.

“Will you love me again?”

“Any time you say.”

“Could you actually be in love with me?”







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“That‟s hard to say. We‟ve known each other for less than twenty-four hours. It‟s not

impossible; it‟s just that it‟s too soon for us to make our minds up.

“I know you‟re lonely and you want a man of your own, and I‟m flattered that you‟ve

thought of me, but let‟s wait a while until we get to know each other better. OK?”

She nodded. “You‟re right, I guess.”

Getting up from the bed she went to a closet with highly offset handles. Putting the stump

of her right arm between the handle and the door she pulled it open. Inside was a bathrobe

hanging at just the right height by a strap on the outside, so that the inside of the robe

faced her. She put the stump of her left arm in the sleeve and raising it she lifted the robe

off the hook. At the same time she swung around clockwise so that the robe flew up in the

air. She thrust the stump of her right arm into the right sleeve and shrugging her shoulders

she stood there in front of me with the empty sleeves making me even hornier and the robe

open down the front. It was a neat trick and I admired how she had adapted to the loss of

her arms.

“You‟re still my caregiver, aren‟t you?‟

“Yes, of course.”

“Then would you please close the robe and tie a knot in my belt?”

I did as she asked. I knew that she was going to ask me to take her to the bathroom, wipe

her and shower with her. I told her so.

“You‟re a very perceptive person.”

“But we have a small problem. I don‟t have a bathrobe.”

“One of mine would be too small. I‟ll try to sneak into Josefina‟s room and borrow one of

hers. She‟s big and it‟ll probably fit you.”

I opened the door for her and she left. Two minutes later she was back.

“I‟m sorry. When I got to Josefina‟s door I heard her and Joe making love. I didn‟t think it

discreet to interrupt them. I have another one in the closet. Please try it on.”

I pulled out a rose chintz affair and after taking my clothes off put it on. Fortunately Penny

was very well endowed up front so the thing closed in front of me. The problem was that it

barely covered my privates. Penny sat on the bed and started laughing and I sat down

beside her and started laughing too.

“There aren‟t too many people about at this time of a Sunday morning. Dou you want to

risk it?”

I agreed and we sneaked out into the hall. I felt like a fool until we made it safely into the

bathroom.

She lifted her stumps, the empty ends of the sleeves hanging and flopping about, and put

them around my neck. Standing on tiptoe she kissed me. Not a passionate kiss, but a gentle

one, as one kisses a friend.

“Thank you,” she said.

I smiled and untied the knot on her belt. Then I pulled back on the shoulders of the robe

and left her standing naked in front of me.

She stepped back blushing and said, “This is the part that I hate most about being armless.

Please don‟t look.”

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After a while I heard, “Vik, could you please…”

I turned around, pulled three sheets of toilet paper from the roll, folded them into one and

wiped her. I had to repeat the operation twice until she was clean. There were tears in her

eyes.

“I was so taken with Josefina‟s arms that I never bothered to think about how she must

have felt when I did this for her. I wanted so much to be armless and now…” she trailed off.

I wiped the tears from her cheeks with my fingers without stopping to think that I hadn‟t

washed my hands. Fortunately the toilet paper had done its job well and my hands were still

clean.

I kissed her gently and kept silent. There was nothing I could say. Penny had made a

tremendous mistake and now she was paying for it. All I could do was to comfort her.

After a few minutes I asked, “Shower?”

She nodded and I ran the water until its temperature was comfortable. I took off my

ridiculous robe and we both stepped under the shower. I took hold of the bar of soap and

soaped her all over, lingering over the stumps of her arms.

As I kissed them I said, “They‟re beautiful. It was a high price to pay but look at how lovely

you are.”

She smiled and kissed me in the mouth, this time with yearning.

I picked up the washcloth and washed her all over. She never complained when I had to do

her private parts but stood there submissively as I did my work.

After we rinsed ourselves I turned off the shower and we left the stall. I picked up a towel

and dried her from head to toe. Then I dried myself.

“There‟s talcum powder on the shelf,” she advised me.

I picked up the can and rubbed her and then myself liberally. Then I helped her with her

robe and put on my ridiculous rose thingamabob. She looked at me and laughed.

We sneaked back to her bedroom without being discovered for which I thanked my lucky

stars. I would have never been able to stand the ribbing that I would have got.

I dressed her and I dressed myself. There was a mirror over the dresser and I looked at the

stubble on my face. Nothing to do but grin and bear it. I would go home and shave in the

afternoon. Tomorrow was a work day and I had to go to the office.

It was close on to nine in the morning and Penny said, “We always have breakfast at nine

on Sundays. Would you like some?”

I was starved and agreed eagerly. Penny led me to the dining room and again my jaw

dropped. There was a huge table with fourteen chairs around it. Ten were occupied. Another

armless girl was sitting with a legless girl at each side. At the head of the table was a lady

with her left arm off at the shoulder and both legs amputated below the knees. Two more

legless girls were sitting beside her. Our two chairs were empty with Lian and Elizabeth

sitting at either side. Another pair of chairs also was empty and two more legless girls were

sitting at either side.

I saw Josefina and Joe come in and walk to stand beside us.

“Pinch me, Joe. I must be dreaming.”

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“I can‟t believe this; three armless women, eight legless woman, and the twelfth woman is

one-armed and legless. How did they all get together?”

The one-armed legless woman spoke out.

“Good morning, Vik. Good morning Joe. My name‟s Karen. Welcome to our little community.

Please sit down and have breakfast. Afterwards we‟ll all meet in the living room and we‟ll

tell you what this is all about.”

Although we were dying to find out what “this” was all about we thought it better to hold

our tongues.

Breakfast was as delicious as the previous dinner had been. Eggs any way we wanted them,

ham, bacon, sausages, hominy grits, hot cakes, hush puppies, and buns, were all laid out

on a sideboard on silver salvers, and covered with glass domes to keep them warm. Beside

them we found Danish butter, more fruit preserves from Fortnum and Mason‟s, sugar,

cream, a bottle of maple syrup, and a jar of orange juice and glasses. Coffee, tea, and milk

were to be had from three machines.

Joe and Josefina went to the sideboard and he asked her what she wanted. Josephine was

on a diet and everything was tempting. Finally she pointed with the stump of her left arm to

the scrambled eggs. A slice of ham, a cup of black coffee and a glass of orange juice

completed her breakfast. Joe served everything, put it on a tray and took it to the table. He

set everything there and pulled the chair out for Josephine to sit down. He went back to get

his own breakfast: hotcakes, eggs sunny side up, bacon, ham, hominy grits, hush puppies,

café latte, and orange juice. After setting his stuff on the table he sat down and said good

morning to the legless girls that were obviously Josefina‟s caregivers. Then he alternated

between feeding Josefina and feeding himself. Since her servings were much smaller than

his she sat there watching him with loving eyes as he guzzled the rest of his breakfast.

Penny and I went to the sideboard and I served both our breakfasts. I didn‟t want to linger

over the meal too long because I was anxious to find out about Karen, the other armless

girl, the other legless girls besides Lian and the community.

Penny sensed my impatience and we both had hot cakes with butter and maple syrup, and a

cup of coffee with cream.

As we sat, and while I fed her, and myself I asked, “Penny or Penelope?”

“Penny”

“Really?”

“Yes. You see it was like this. Mom and dad had wanted to have a child for a long time but

for some reason they were unable to. Then one day mom was looking very sad and pensive,

and dad asked, „Penny for your thoughts?‟ She answered that she was sad because they

had no children and how she wanted to have at least one. He swept her into his arms and

carried her to bed. He must have been very ardent because nine months later I was born.

So they called me „Penny.‟”

“What a lovely story.”

“Yes, isn‟t it?”

Breakfast over we all got up (at least the ones that could did) and we all moved to the living

room.

I noticed that none of the legless girls was wearing stump boots. They all moved either

crawling on all fours or butt-scooting by swinging their bodies between their arms.

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“Legless people have to move about in different ways from you ABs.”

“Yes, I know, but I saw two of you wearing stump boots last night. How did you get all the

food on the dresser and then serve it and move the plates to the table?”

“Some of us do wear stump boots when tasks are to be done that require it. You can see

that in my case they wouldn‟t help very much because my stumps are rather short.”

I answered, “Short but beautiful. You‟re all a bunch of very beautiful women.”

“Thank you, kind sir,” she answered as she swung her body toward the living room.

Elizabeth came by, also butt scooting. As she reached me she stopped for a moment and

very discreetly raisin her skirt just a tiny bit she said, “Remember what I told you last

night.”

“What?”

“That caregivers also like receiving a little care now and then.”

This was one man-hungry wench.

Lian came along. Like all the other legless girls she wore no stump boots. She had on a

short dress and the splendid stumps of her legs were in full view.

I asked her, “ How do you serve breakfast sitting down?”

She answered, “We don‟t. We wear our stump boots while serving breakfast. Then we take

them off and put them away to eat.”

“But supposing you wanted another hotcake or an extra cup of coffee?”

“We all know how hungry we are. The armless girls tell us what they want and we serve

them. Then we serve ourselves, take off our boots and put them away, and then we come

back to the table.

“You see, stump boots enable us to walk after a fashion and keep our hands free but they‟re

hot and very uncomfortable. On Sundays we take a break and use them as little as

possible.”

A pretty Italian girl with very long leg stumps crawled in on all fours.

Lian introduced her, “This is Bettina. She is the latest of the caregivers to join the group.

She can manage to stand up on her stumps for a few minutes at a time; she‟s one of two

who doesn‟t use boots.”

I had noticed that the girl crawled at remarkable speed, due to the length of her stumps of

course.

“How do you do, Bettina? Pleased to meet you.”

Bettina stood on her stumps and offered her hand.

“How do you do, Vik?”

She was the tallest of the legless girls; her eyes came to about four inches above my belt.

We shook hands and Bettina placed herself on all fours again. I couldn‟t help comparing her

to a pet dog that stands on its hind legs and places his front paws on your thighs to greet

you and then gets down on all fours again. It may have been cruel of me but all those

beautiful amputees at once were making my thinking fuzzy.

The last one to come in was Ingrid, a gorgeous, very athletic looking Swede, who came in

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short but they were downright astonishing. Her stumps were firm and fully filled out, ending

in two smooth, enticing ellipses.

I couldn‟t help asking her, “How did you manage to have those beautiful stumps?”

“Easy. I told the surgeon to leave me with short, smooth stumps with no scars on them. He

complied. After all that was what I was paying him for.

“You see, I‟m a voluntary amputee.”

Ingrid was straightforward. She had wanted to be legless ever since she was a young child.

When she was old enough to leave home she went to work and saved enough money to

have her legs amputated the way she wanted them. There was hardly anything left of them.

Karen walked on her knees to a couch and after climbing on it she crossed the stumps of

her legs and waited for everyone to get settled down. While she waited she swung the

stump of her left leg up and down holding her thighs tight. I could tell that she was

masturbating. My experience with Penny and the way Elizabeth talked showed that these

women hadn‟t had intercourse with a man in a long time.

“Vik, Joe, welcome to our humble abode. You may find a strange though, I think, not an

unpleasant community here.

“I know it‟s odd to find eight legless women, three women with an arm amputated above

the elbow and the other below, and myself, with one arm and no legs.

“Let me explain how all this came to be. I used to run a hotel in this house. It was a small

hotel but fairly profitable. My younger sister Jane and I ran it with the help of a few maids

and a couple of waitresses.

“One day a careless repair man left a leak in a gas pipe. Jane and I did the cooking and

when we went to prepare dinner the whole kitchen blew up.

“Jane lost both arms, and I lost my legs and my left arm. Both waitresses and all three

maids lost their legs.

“Even though Jane still has an elbow the stump below it is so short that it‟s practically

useless. The stump of her left arm is also so short that she can barely bring the tips of both

stumps together.

“At first we were devastated at being crippled. However the insurance company gave each

one of us a very generous compensation for the loss of our limbs. The house was also

insured and we were able to rebuild it.

“We decided to live as an amputee community. I had already met Penny and Josefina when

they were being taken care of by Lian. They were already rich because Penny had won the

lottery; she hired Elizabeth because taking care of two helpless women was putting too

much of a stress on their caregiver.

“When all seven of us became amputees I asked Penny, Josephine, Lian and Elizabeth if

they would like to move in with us. They agreed and so there were eleven of us. We all liked

the idea of the legless girls becoming caregivers for the armless ones.

“Since there were seven legless girls, three armless ones, and myself we decided to have

two caregivers for each of the armless girls and one for me. I could take better care of

myself because I still have one arm.

“The one day we saw Ingrid in a café that we used to go to as a gang. She was swinging her

body between her arms. Obviously she was a very athletic girl and the smile on her face

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and asked her if she would like to join us. She was delighted to and we brought her home

with us. Since I had only one caregiver she stayed as my second one.

“So now we have eight legless caregivers for the four armless women. They‟re all charming

girls and I hope you think we are too.

“The main problem we have is that we never go out alone. When a legless girl wants to go

out she asks an armless one to go with her and the other way around. When men see two

crippled girls they tend to shy away. Even those who try to chat us up get scared when they

hear there are twelve of us living in a community. So Penny volunteered and figuring there

would be a lot of men in a pool hall she went there. That‟s when you met her. You know the

rest of the story better than we do.”

I understood why Elizabeth and Penny were so hungry for a man, and I imagined the rest of

them were too.

“I‟d like to ask a question, if I may.”

“Please do.”

“You‟re all very beautiful women and I can understand that you want your stumps to show,

especially Josefina, Penny and Ingrid who are voluntary amputees. However I wonder if

using prostheses would make you more independent?”

“To a certain degree, yes. But look at it this way. A legless girl can use her pros for a

maximum of four hours a day. After that she is dead tired, and her stumps are sore and

hot. She needs to rest for at least an hour after she takes her legs off and can‟t use them

for the rest of the day. In case of need she can hold on to her stump boots at least twice as

long. In my case whenever I want to go out on the street I simply put on my knee pads.

“As for the arm amputees, I have one arm left and the other is gone at the shoulder. I get

by very well with my single hand, thank you very much. Jane‟s stumps are too short and

they don‟t offer her enough leverage. Josefina and Penny have hooks for their stumps with

elbows and occasionally they use them. They are not very fond of them because it‟s nearly

impossible for them to turn the hooks at the wrist with the other stump and of course the

hooks have no feeling. They do offer some measure of independence but most of the time

they‟d rather do without.”

“May I ask another question?”

“Go ahead.”

“May I move in with you ladies?”

“We still have empty rooms but we would have to discuss it. Would you be good enough to

leave the room while we talk?”

I went for a walk around the garden. After about twenty minutes Lian came out butt

scooting.

“Would you come back in, please?”

“Lian, what did they decide?”

She teased me.

“You‟ll soon find out. I‟m not sure that you‟ll find it to you liking.”

I went in and Penny spoke.

“Vik, we‟d love to have you, and Joe too if he wants, but there are certain conditions. We

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In addition you must be self-sufficient. This means that you may lose one arm, one leg, or

both legs. You have one choice out of three.”

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Part III – Monday and Tuesday, February 9th and 10th

The following morning I went to the factory and made arrangements for a two-week

absence. Being CEO has its advantages. I asked my COO to replace me and gave him

specific instructions on some unusual points. Bill understood what I meant to do.

“Are you sure you want to go through with this? I mean, it‟s a pretty drastic step.”

“Bill, you have no idea how lovely the women are that I‟m going to live with. I must go and

live with them. They set the condition that since they were all amputees I had to be an

amputee too.”

“But why can‟t you just live on your own and visit those girls whenever the fancy strikes

you?”

“Because now I‟ve met these girls I can‟t imagine living anywhere else.”

Bill shrugged.

“Have it your own way. I hope you‟ll be happy”

I wound up some business, made a phone call, and called the travel agency.

I went home early and got a good night‟s sleep because I knew the following days were

going to be very stressful.

The following day I took a cab to the airport. After a flight of a few hours‟ duration the plane

landed south of the border. A car and driver were waiting for me and took me to the clinic.

A gorgeous girl with both legs amputated just above the knees was sitting on a chair in the

lounge.

“Vik?” she asked.

“Yes, and you are?”

“Emilia. I‟m supposed to talk to you before your operation.”

Emilia had her legs amputated a week before my arrival. She talked to me of the

postoperative period, of the things that became troublesome to do that she hadn‟t thought

of, of the fears of remaining legless for the rest of her life, of the realization that this was an

irreversible step, that she would never walk again.

I asked her, “Emilia, right now are you sorry or are you happy that you had your legs

amputated? Tell me honestly.”

“On balance I‟m more happy than sorry. My stumps are beautiful and my boyfriend will

make love to me and I to him like we never did before.”

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Part IV - Saturday, February 21st

Bill had picked me up at the airport the previous night. He looked at me, pursed his lips and

said nothing.

“Aren‟t you going to say „Hello?‟” I asked.

“Hello.”

He drove in silence. When we got to my house he said, “Everything that you asked for has

been done. I hope you‟re satisfied.”

I nodded, said, “Thanks,” opened the door of the car, picked up the small valise I had taken

with me and made my way to the door as best I could. Bill drove off. I was tired and I went

to bed. However a thought struck me before I went to sleep. I had books at home, sound

equipment, video equipment, photography equipment, my computer with a scanner and a

printer. All that stuff plus my clothes would never fit in a hotel room. They were very nice

rooms but after all that‟s all they were, hotel rooms. I decided I would buy a laptop and live

with the girls on weekends only. Perhaps we could take a vacation trip all together

sometime but I didn‟t fancy leaving all the comforts of home even for twelve amputee

women. Bill had been right.

I woke up in the morning and went to the bathroom. Tossing the covers aside I jumped out

of bed. Rather, I tried to jump out of bed forgetting that my legs had been amputated. I fell

flat on my fanny but the carpet was thick and fortunately I didn‟t hurt myself. I looked down

at my legs and saw the tips of the stumps peeking out from under the legs of my pajama.

The stumps ended at the distal third of the femur. I rubbed them and started feeling horny.

There‟s a physiological explanation for that but I forgot what it was at the moment. I did

remember that the surgeon had recommended amputation at either the proximal or the

distal third of the femur.

“It makes the attachment of the muscles easier,” he said.

I thought of Ingrid with her tiny stumps.

“Distal,” I said.

I slipped off the pajama jacket and lying on my back I raised my butt so I could slip off the

trousers. It was an unusual way of getting undressed but I found that I couldn‟t keep my

balance while standing on my stumps long enough to do it.

Emilia had warned me that there were problems I would have overlooked. After I had

crawled on all fours to the bathroom I reached for the razor. It was on a shelf above the

washbasin and too high up to reach comfortably. My eyes were about level with the top of

the washbasin. I held on it and stood on my stumps. My eyes were now a bit above the

level of the shelf. I was grateful for my surgeon‟s recommendation that my stumps be

weight bearing.

Holding on with one hand to the washbasin I reached with the other, first for the can of

shaving cream, and then the razor, and I put them on the edge of the basin. I still couldn‟t

see the mirror. I decided to shave as best I could so I opened the faucet and adjusted the

temperature until it was just right. Then I wet my face, spritzed some shaving cream on my

left hand and spread it on my face with my right hand while leaning on the washbasin with

my elbows.

“Thank God I decided to lose my legs. I couldn‟t have lived like those poor armless girls,” I

thought.

Taking the razor in my right hand I shaved by feel. Then I rinsed my face and dried it and

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the toilet. Fortunately there was a small stool in the bathroom. I dragged it in front of the

toilet and then with my back to it I placed my arms to my back, leaned my hands on the

stool, and hoisted myself up. I thanked God for my strong arms. Sliding back from the stool

to the toilet was no problem even though the toilet seat was a couple of inches higher. I

shoved the stool away and did my business, after which I wiped myself. Climbing down from

the toilet was no problem. I pushed myself forward until I could bring my stumps down.

Leaning on the seat with my hands I let myself down until my stumps touched the floor and

then I let myself fall forward so I was on all fours again.

I reminded myself, “I‟ve got to learn how to keep my balance on my stumps.”

I crawled to the shower stall, got in, and sat down. I closed the tempered glass doors. The

handles were at about my eye level and no problem to reach but I kept thinking that

everything was so high.

“No silly, it‟s not that everything‟s high, it‟s simply that you are now sitting on the floor and

whereas you were six feet tall ten days ago you‟re now thirty-four inches tall when you‟re

sitting on the floor and forty-six inches tall when you stand on your stumps,” I said to

myself. “No wonder Lian said she felt like a dwarf.”

I reached up and turned the cold water knob. Slowly, so as not to burn myself, I turned the

hot water knob. It wasn‟t difficult to reach the soap and brush although it did feel unusual. I

soaped, brushed and rinsed myself. Opening the glass door I crawled out on to the

bathmat. I reached for a towel and dried myself. The talcum powder was on the shelf above

the washbasin, but mercifully it was near the end closest to me. I reached for it and

sprinkled myself liberally all over, taking special care that it fell on the tips of my stumps.

As I rubbed the talcum in I started feeling horny again.

I‟ll spare you all the details of how I had breakfast with a couple of old doughnuts and a cup

of stale coffee that I took from the fridge, and after I brushed my teeth.

I put on a pair of khaki Swiss Army shorts so the stumps of my legs would be very

apparent, and a yellow Chemise Lacoste. Absent mindedly I pulled out a pair of socks and

realized that was one dresser drawer that would soon be empty.

I crawled all the way to the front door and opened it. I left the house and after closing the

door I humped on my butt all the way to the car. My neighbor‟s daughter, a lovely twenty-

year-old, was out fetching the newspaper. She saw me and her eyes went wide.

“Vik, what happened?”

I explained that I wasn‟t happy with my legs so I had them removed.

She shrugged and said, “It takes all kinds…” but from her expression I knew that my

stumps excited her.

I got into my car and saw that it had been fitted with hand controls. That was one of the

things I had asked Bill to do. I started it and drove off. The stump of my right leg kept

moving every time I stepped on the accelerator or the brake, both of which I managed by

hand of course.

I finally made it to the girls‟ house. Driving without legs had been an unusual experience but

not an unpleasant one. Just different. The stump of my right leg started jerking up and

down. I patted it I said , „Down boy. I know it‟s frustrating but you‟re not driving any

more.‟”

The stump quieted down and I got off the car. Humping along on my hands and derriere I

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A voice to one side said, “You were true to your word.‟

I looked to one side and there was Ingrid.

She smiled and added, “You said you‟d be here in two weeks with your answer.”

Looking at my stumps she added, “I take it the answer is yes.”

I answered, “Partially. I‟ll explain later.”

“Come here,” she said.

I butt scooted while I was in the driveway but when I got on the grass I started crawling.

There was an area with very tall ornamental grass and I crept into it.

“You look like a tiger in the jungle!”

I roared like one and she laughed.

Creeping through the grass I approached her. I leaned back so my stumps were at an angle

to the ground and waited.

“Come here kitty, pretty kitty.”

That was my cue. I straightened my stumps suddenly. I had no idea they were so strong

and I leaped forward, landing close to her.

“I am not a kitty. I‟m a bad tiger and I‟m going to eat you.”

I nibbled at her stumps.

“Oh, mister tiger, please don‟t eat my stumps. I need them for something I want to do with

you. Please sit down in front of me.”

I sat down and she said, “Closer.”

I pushed myself closer.

“I want our stumps to touch.”

I moved all the way in. Because her stumps were thicker than mine I had to raise mine a

little bit. As soon as our stumps touched I felt a shock of electricity running through me.

She closed her eyes and moved her stumps slowly in small circles. I got the idea and I

started moving mine in the opposite direction, pushing against hers.

The experience was tremendously sensual and we both started breathing hard. I had an

erection and she noticed it under my shorts. She was getting wet herself.

“It‟s marvelous foreplay,” I said.

“For the moment that‟s all you‟re going to get.”

“Teaser! How did you think of this?”

“The area of the brain that controls the libido is adjacent to the one that controls the legs.

When the legs, or part of them, are missing, the area that controls the libido expands.

There is some overlap.”

“So in effect leg stumps become erogenous zones?”

“Smart boy.”

That was the explanation I had forgotten earlier in the morning.

“Look, I have to go now and talk to Karen, bit I‟ll be back.”

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I went into the house and knocked on Karen‟s door.

“Come in.”

I entered. She was wearing panties and a bra.

“Good morning, Karen, how are you?”

“Fine, thank you, but apparently not as well as you.”

She looked at my stumps meaningfully.

“I take it you want to move in with us?”

“Well, not exactly.”

“But you‟ve had your legs amputated.”

“Yes, because I want to be part of this community and I must say that being legless is an

extraordinary experience. But I‟ve been thinking that I have work to do and I do a lot of it

at home. I have books and my computer there. I also have photography, video and sound

equipment at home. and I couldn‟t possibly fit them all here in a single room.

“So my proposal is this: Monday through Friday I stay at home. Friday evening I come here

and I return home on Sunday evening. Of course I‟ll pay my full share of all expenses such

as utilities, taxes, maintenance, food and so on. Economically it makes sense for the group

because I‟ll only be using this place on weekends. Does that suit you?”

“It will have to I guess. We were hoping to have you here all week long because as you

know we‟re all in need of a man.”

She took off her bra and walked on her knees toward me. She sat down beside me and

running the fingers of her single arm through my hair she said, “Take me, Vik. Please take

me.”

After my recent experience with Ingrid I was more than willing.

She undressed me. I mounted her and she wrapped the stumps of her legs around my

body.

After Karen and I were finished I went out again. Ingrid was still there.

“It‟s not fair. I get you all het up and ready to go and she takes advantage of it.”

“Don‟t worry, you and I will have plenty of time to be together.”

She sighed. “Yes, but I wanted you now.”

“Look, Ingrid, I have to move in but first I have some presents to take out of the car. Would

you please ask all the other legless girls to come out, including Karen?”

While Karen went to fetch the girls I moved to the back of my car and opened the

hatchback. I pulled out the ten skate carts that Bill had built according to my specifications

and laid them out by the car. I picked mine out along with two push blocks, got on it, and

waited for the girls to come out.

They came out in a row, some swinging their bodies between their arms, some crawling,

and Lian and Elizabeth on their stump boots. When they saw the skate carts they squealed

with delight.

Before they could grab them I pushed myself forward and spoke.

“Ladies, I have brought you a present. I had these skate carts made to my specifications

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“Now these skate carts can not be found on the market. They are unique and I would like to

mention some of their special characteristics.

“First of all the tires are made of real rubber to make them somewhat more shock

absorbent than regular neoprene tires. Second, they are fitted with shock absorbers. Third,

you will notice that they have reflectors all around them. They are green in front, yellow on

the sides, and red in the back. They are there as a safety precaution in case any one of you

wishes to go out on the street at night. Third, this lever at the rear right actuates and

releases a brake.

“The last characteristic that makes them unique is this.”

Dropping my blocks on the ground I bent over and slid out a thin tray attached to the

bottom of the cart. I pulled it up and back toward me so that the tray rested just above my

stumps on two arms attached to the sides of the cart. I gave it a gentle push downwards

and the tray stayed fixed with a click.

I continued, “From now on you don‟t have to wear stump boots or push things on the floor

in front of you when you want to carry something. You can put it on the tray and push

yourselves around on your cart. When you‟re done you simply move the tray under the

cart.”

I pushed upwards lightly on the bottom of the tray, then I pushed it forwards and down,

and finally I slid it back to its resting place under the cart.

The applause was thunderous and I bent down from my waist.

All the legless girls, Karen included, got on their carts. Karen noticed that there was only

one block beside one of the carts and rightly concluded that the cart and block were meant

for her. She bent her knees and tucked the stumps of her legs under her thighs.

“I bet nobody else here can do this,” she said with a smile. “Thank you Vik, It was very

generous of you.”

The nine legless girls practiced moving about for a while on their new vehicles. They

huddled in a circle and whispered for a while. Then Karen said, “Vik, will you wait for us

here for a few minutes, please?”

I nodded and the girls all pushed themselves inside the house.

After a few minutes Lian came proudly pushing her brand new skate cart.

“Would you please come with me to the living room?”

I followed her and found that the furniture in the living room had been pushed against the

walls and the rugs rolled up.

“Please place yourself in the center of the room. I‟ll be right back.”

She pushed herself out of the room and in short order the nine legless girls pushed

themselves in. They came in in a row and started describing a circle around me.

After they had done it twice one of them peeled off toward one side of me and another one

toward the other side. Two more placed themselves in front of and behind me. The five

remaining girls started performing the most intricate maneuvers on the floor. The four girls

around me joined them one by one.

I have seen the Light Artillery perform at the Royal Tattoo in Earl‟s Court Exhibition Center.

Horse-drawn caissons entered one at a time until the arena was absolutely chock-full. The

riders never stopped their horses and they moved hither and yon at full speed in the most

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wheel nicked a caisson near it even if there was nothing but a few millimeters‟ distance

between them.

These girls reminded me of the Light Artillery, only this show was just for me.

I was flabbergasted at the agility with which the girls moved, and touched by this

demonstration of gratefulness.

Finally the girls formed a circle again. Shifting their bodies backwards they also shifted their

weight. The front wheels of the carriages went up in the air and the skate carts with their

lovely riders circled me once again before leaving through the door. I could hear the thump

of the front wheels of each cart as they hit the floor in the hall.

Suddenly I heard the swish of wheels on the floor. Annette, the second of Josefina‟s

caregivers, had returned to the living room.

She pushed her cart up to where I was.

Setting the brake she swayed her body forward between her arms while resting on the push

blocks.

“I didn‟t give you the cart so you would do that.”

She didn‟t answer. Resting her fanny on the front part of the cart she lowered the stumps of

her legs to the floor. Releasing the blocks she leaned forward, rested her hands on the

ground, and walked on her hands until her stumps were straight. She crawled to me. When

her face was even with mine she opened her mouth and waited for me to open mine.

Annette certainly knew how to kiss and we came out gasping for breath.

With her arms still around me she put my ear in her mouth and tickled it with her tongue.

Then she lowered her hands and started rubbing my stumps.

I couldn‟t stand it any longer.

“Your room or mine?”

“Yours,” she said. “I want to know what it‟s like.”

She climbed back on her cart and off we went.

The bed was a standard hotel bed but we both had long leg stumps and climbing on it was

no problem. We sat in front of each other and our stumps came in contact. Again the

rubbing routine and the hard breathing. Ingrid must have told all the legless girls about how

nice it was to rub stumps with a man.

Annette was just as hungry for sex as all the other girls. I had already made love to Karen

but Annette was different. She was like a wild animal. I had never experienced anything like

her and by the time we were through we were thoroughly exhausted.

I made some mental calculations. There were twelve girls in the house. If I came here every

weekend that was two days – six girls a day. Say three in the morning and three in the

afternoon. I wasn‟t sure I‟d be able to keep that rhythm for very long. I thought I would ask

for help.

Annette brought me out of my reverie.

“Thank you,” she said. “That was very good. You‟re an excellent partner.”

“Thank you, I enjoyed it very much.”

I didn‟t dare tell her that I was making no illusions about myself. Obviously the girls were

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Annette put on her bikini and pushed her cart out of the room.

No sooner had she left than the door opened.

I turned angrily about to ask whoever it was if they hadn‟t been taught to knock before

entering.

I stopped in my tracks when I saw it was Elizabeth coming in half-naked. No skate cart, just

Elizabeth swinging her body between her arms.

I was still sitting on the bed and she looked up at me.

“I‟m sorry but look, none of us have had sex since me moved in three months ago. I want

you in me so badly I can‟t wait.”

I helped her up on the bed.

Elizabeth was as passionate and experienced as Annette. Fortunately I am young and

strong. I reached out to her and we embraced.

When I mounted her she clasped my body between the stumps of her legs. The strength

she had in them was unbelievable.

We made love until noon.

Somebody knocked at the door. I was too exhausted to get out of bed and open it.

“Come in.”

Lian entered on her cart, and said, “Lunch is served. Dubs first this afternoon.”

Elizabeth left for her room to get dressed and I pulled on my Swiss Army shorts and

Chemise Lacoste. Getting on my cart I pushed myself to the dining room. Some of the girls

were already eating while others were serving themselves, and putting the food on the trays

in their carts.

Josefina had put herself on a crash diet the day I had said I would think things over and she

was now very presentable.

Actually she was quite luscious.

“You had a great idea with those skate carts. It‟s very generous of you to have made the

girls a present of them.

“They must have cost you a fortune.”

I looked up at her.

“Not that much. I own and run a factory so I had all the machinery there to make them. I

designed them myself so I only had to pay for the materials and labor.”

She added with a twinkle in her eye, “Just the same, the girls are delighted. I‟ve noticed

that some of them have already thanked you.”

“It is I who should thank all of you for making me understand how nice it is to be an

amputee and for having received me in your home.”

She reached down with her stump and ran it over my hair. I remembered the night with

Penny.

“Do you do favors only to legless girls now?”

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“Ah, all these young people, so anxious to do their thing.”

I laughed, went to the sideboard, pulled out my tray, put the food on it, and headed for an

empty chair. After transferring the food to the table I lowered the tray, got off the cart and

pushed it under the chair, and climbed on it to have my lunch.

That afternoon, after Lian and Josefina had left a pretty little thing came to my room. Her

name was Indira. She entered, put the palms of her hands together in front of her and said,

“Namashte, Vik,” which means “Peace” in Hindi.

She explained that she was a Hindi by origin and that she was a virgin.

“I have waited until I could find someone to do it with who would be kind and gentle with

me. Will you be kind and gentle with me, Vik?”

I felt touched by this young girl who was so unlike the other girls in the community. She

couldn‟t be a day over nineteen and she had no experience with men. I held her gently by

the waist and helped her get on my bed.

We had a long foreplay and I taught her about rubbing the stumps of her legs with those of

her mate.

“But what if my mate has not had his legs amputated?”

“In that case you‟ll not be able to excite him that way but there are many others. You can

also ask him to caress the tips of your stumps; that will make you want him more.”

I demonstrated by running my hands gently over her stumps. She started getting more and

more sexually excited.

“I didn‟t know that losing my legs could be so nice.”

“How did you lose your legs?”

“I was walking home from school in a very lonely country road and had to go through a

level railway crossing. I stumbled, fell, and hit my head on a rock. I lost consciousness.

There was nobody around to help me. I regained consciousness when I felt the pain on my

legs as the wheels of the locomotive ran over them.

“The engineer had seen me lying on the rails and had blown the whistle but he couldn‟t stop

in time to prevent the train from running over me. When the train stopped they picked up

what was left of me and rushed me to the hospital.”

I could see the scars on her stumps. The surgeons had done a very good job and the scars

were barely noticeable.

I laid her down on the bed and very gently, very slowly, I penetrated her while my tongue

probed her mouth and I caressed her stumps with one hand while resting on my other

elbow.

When she came to orgasm she tried to arch her back but she had no heels to support her.

She arched her back from her buttocks.

Indira started crying, “I didn‟t want to be a cripple! I don‟t like being a cripple!”

I embraced her and said, “Hush, child. Most people don‟t like to be crippled, except a few

freaks like Ingrid and me. But tell me, didn‟t you enjoy it when we rubbed stumps, and

when I caressed yours while were making love?”

“Very much.”

“So you see, there‟s always a silver lining.”

She smiled through her tears and said, “Thank you, Vik.”









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Part V - Sunday, February 22nd - Monday February 23rd



After breakfast I spent the whole day with the other six girls. This wasn‟t being fun any

more. I felt like a stallion put out to stud on a farm.

Before returning home I spoke to Karen.

“Look, I can‟t carry on like this every weekend. I‟m exhausted.”

“Well, we thought you were going to move in permanently. I‟m sorry it‟s so much work.”

“I never said I wanted to move in permanently. I told you I‟d give you my answer in two

weeks and I did. It wasn‟t what you expected but I have to earn my income. I thought I

was going to share my life with you girls, not be a pure sex object.”

“You‟re not a pure sex object, Vik. You are loved and we‟re all very grateful to you for your

generosity and your thoughtfulness. It‟s just that we haven‟t been with a man for such a

long time. And here you appear, a man and an amputee no less. We all went wild and I‟m

sorry.

“Look, if you‟re afraid you can‟t cope with all of us why don‟t you find a couple of friends

with whom we could make an arrangement similar to yours?”

“How many men do you know who are willing to be amputees so they can shack up with

amputee girls?”

“It‟s not shacking up, Vik. It‟s giving of yourself and sharing your love among several

women because they have a hard time finding a man for themselves.”

Karen‟s argument convinced me. I got in my car, drove home with the stump of my right

leg still trying to operate the pedals, and slept on it.

* * *

Monday morning when I got up I put on some clean Swiss Army shorts. It was spring and I

decided that as long as the weather permitted I would wear them. Their high cut let me

exhibit my stumps and I was proud of them.

I drove to the factory. Once I was in my office I got on the interphone.

“Bill, could you come here for a moment, please?”

Bill showed up. He looked at the stumps of my legs and at the skate cart beside my chair.

He wasn‟t as morose as he had been the previous Friday.

“Are you happy?”

“Very.”

“I don‟t understand it.”

“Have you ever heard of apotemnophilia or acrotomophilia?”

“No. What are they?”

“The first is a sexual desire to have one or more limbs amputated. The second is the desire

for a member of the opposite sex who is an amputee. I suffer from both. So I am now

legless and I have a gaggle of girls at my disposal all of whom are missing at least two

limbs each. I‟m in paradise – well, almost paradise.”

“What‟s missing?”

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“Me?”

“Yes. Let me explain. There are twelve girls. Eight are missing both legs, three are missing

both arms, and one is missing an arm and both legs. I slept with all twelve over the

weekend and believe you me it‟s exhausting. I‟m going to spend every weekend with them

and I can‟t keep up at that rate.”

“So you need a helper.”

“Quite so.”

“Well, I‟ve never slept with an amputee girl but I guess there‟s always a first time. When do

you want me to go with you?”

“We could quit early today and I‟d take you there. You could see the lay of the land and

decide if you like it.”

I didn‟t mention that to join the community Bill had to be an amputee as well. I figured that

when he saw that bunch of sexy, beautiful women he would be more than willing to become

an amputee himself.

* * *

That afternoon we got off early and drove out to the girls‟ house. Bill watched with interest

as the stump of my right leg kept twitching every time I accelerated or braked.

I pulled out my skate cart, got on it, and pulled out my blocks.

“Follow me,” I said as I pushed on.

When we got to the door I pulled out my key and opened it. Edna was inside; it was her

week to act as housemaid.

She was surprised to see me. Dropping her feather duster she said, “Vik! I didn‟t expect you

till Friday!”

“Well, life is full of surprises. Edna, I‟d like you to meet Bill. He thinks he might want to join

the group.”

Edna looked Bill over.

“Hello, Bill. Glad to meet you.”

She stretched out her hand.

Bill shook hands with her.

Edna looked Bill all over again and addressed me, “But he‟s all in one piece!”

I cleared my throat and glared at her.

Edna blushed, realizing she had made a faux pas.

“I‟m sorry. I‟m afraid I suffer from stump-in-mouth disease.”

Bill laughed at the joke.

“Oh, but they‟re very lovely stumps, Edna. Please don‟t hide them, keep them in sight. I

wouldn‟t have you with feet for all the world.”

I kept showing Bill the premises. Suddenly Rowena showed up. Bill was sitting on an

armchair and Rowena literally leaped from her skate cart into his lap.

Bill was nonplused. In his world proper young ladies didn‟t leap into strangers‟ laps, much

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“He… hello…,” he stammered.

She looked adoringly into his face and smiling she said, “Hello, stranger. Welcome home.”

“Well… I don‟t really live here, you know.”

“Oh, but you shall. Carry me to my room.”

Bill stood up with Rowena in his arms.

“Which way to your room?”

Rowena pointed.

“Over there.”

I waited patiently and half an hour later Bill returned. Rowena crawled behind him and

mounted on her cart.

“Wow!” was all he said.

We went out of the back door into the grounds, After walking around a little bit we ran into

Elizabeth who was sunning herself.

I was struck by the fact that Elizabeth no longer had her long leg stumps. These were very

short.

Elizabeth was leaning against a shed and she had her eyes closed. At the sound of our

footsteps she opened them.

“Hullo, Vik, what brings you here on a Monday?”

I explained about Bill and how I was worn out after the weekend.

“I know he‟s not an amputee, and I don‟t know if he wants to be one, but Rowena seemed

to find him quite satisfactory.

“By the way, what happened to your stumps?”

“While you were away some girls came here to join the community. They weren‟t amputees

but they said they wanted to be. We saw a good chance to start a business so we mounted

an operating room in some empty space in the East wing. It has the latest equipment,

including a laser ray scalpel that can be programmed to leave you with exactly the kind of

stump you want: round, pointed, flat, with or without a surgical scar, and of any length.

“With your skate carts we don‟t have to wear stump boots any longer. Yes, they do allow us

to „walk‟ after a fashion, but they are hot and uncomfortable. So last night, after you left, I

decided to check it out. I measured Ingrid‟s stumps and programmed the machine to leave

mine the same length.”

Looking at Bill she asked, “Would you like to try it now?”

Bill was thinking about Rowena, and Edna, and Elizabeth.

“Yes.”

“Please wait while I get dressed and scrub up. I‟ll call you in a few minutes.”

After a short while Elizabeth came in her cart, dressed in a white surgeon‟s gown.

“Follow me, please.”

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After about half an hour my doubts were dissipated. Bill was missing his right arm. The

stump reached to the proximal third of the humerus. He did not seem in pain but his

expression showed the shock of finding himself an amputee all of a sudden. He had his left

hand over the stump, not covering. but feeling it.

This was ambulatory surgery. Half an hour and off you go, back home, to work, or

whatever. Perhaps both legs might have taken longer, say an hour and a half.

“Are you all right?”

He nodded.

“Yes, it‟s just that it feels so odd.”

He lowered his left hand and started raising and lowering his stump.

“It‟s so short. Do you think I‟ll be able to do anything with it?”

“Not very much. Tuck papers under it and that sort of thing. It might help if you want to

pick up a large box and it‟s not too heavy.

“You‟ll have to eat with your left hand and you‟ll definitely have to learn how to write with

it.”

“Losing a limb creates quite a challenge, doesn‟t it?”

“You‟re telling me?”

He went to the operating room and finished dressing. When he returned the right sleeve of

his jacket was neatly tucked into his pocket.

“Would you like to go home, or back to the office?”

“Could we stay a while longer? I‟d like to meet some more of the girls.”

Here was an instant acrotomophile and apotemnophile.

We went out into the garden again and there was Penny, wearing a hook on the stump of

her right arm, the one with the elbow.

“Penny, I‟d like you to meet Bill, my COO. He‟s also going to help me take care of you girls.

“He‟s been kind enough to have his right arm amputated just now because he liked the girls

he saw so much.”

Penny saw the empty right sleeve, stood up, and raised the stump of her left arm.

“Hello, Bill. Glad to meet you.”

Bill raised the stump of his right arm and both pretended to shake hands.

“Did you really have your arm amputated just for us?”

“A few minutes ago. I met Rowena just after coming in and she convinced me that it was

worthwhile becoming an amputee.”

“Welcome to the club.”

“Thank you.”

I drove ourselves back to the office. If my return as a legless man had created a sensation

Bill‟s return with an empty right sleeve created a real hubbub.

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Part VI - Saturday, February 28th

Bill and I showed up early in the morning. When we met before driving to the house he had

said, “You know, I never imagined that having an arm amputated was going to make me

happy, but I am, you know. It‟s quite an odd feeling trying to pick up things with a hand

that isn‟t there.”

“I know. I tried to walk on my stumps several times forgetting they were not complete legs

before I stopped falling out of bed.”

When we reached our destination Elizabeth received us.

“You remember those girls I told you about?‟

“Yes.”

“Well, they came last Wednesday and we have a batch of new amputees.”

“Let‟s go see them.”

And there they were. All six of them.

Sarah had become a DAK. I offered her a skate cart like the other girls had and she

accepted the offer willingly. I couldn‟t wait to rub stumps with her.





Beulah had her right arm amputated and the stump was shorter than Bill‟s. She had on a

long-sleeved blouse and she had rolled up the right sleeve in order to show her stump.

“I asked for a slight scar so I could justify the loss of my arm through an accident,” she

said. “People wouldn‟t understand if I said I had my arm amputated on purpose.”

Kia was Lian‟s sister. She had both legs off too, but below the knees. She declined

gracefully my offer of a skate cart, but while thanking me she said she preferred the knee

pads she had ordered.

I asked her if she wanted to be one-armed like Karen.

“Yes, but I‟ll keep a stump. If it‟s of a decent length an arm stump can be very useful, you

know.”

Bill looked ruefully at his stump.

“Do you think this is long enough?”

“No. I want my arm to be amputated two inches above the elbow. Perhaps you should have

thought a bit before you decided where you wanted your arm amputated.”

Bill nodded.

“Anyway, it‟s too late now. I‟ll just have to make do as best I can.”

Kia asked, “Would you like to make love now?”

“I‟d love to,” answered Bill.

Hilary had her right arm off at the shoulder and said she might have the other one removed

later on.

“It depends on how I get along like this. I might chose to have my left leg amputated

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Shirley had lost her right arm a short distance below the elbow. Her stump was much like

Jane‟s but unlike Jane she did have her left arm although the four fingers were gone along

with the knuckles. Like Beulah she was wearing a long-sleeved shirt; the empty sleeve

however hung there limply.

“I can‟t roll up my left sleeve because I have no fingers, but I simply love to do this.”

She waved the stump of her right arm and the sleeve flapped about.

She then placed her fingerless hand on the stump of her arm and said. “Welcome to my

new, crippled life.”

Beth had a very short stump remaining of her right arm. She was wearing a short-sleeved

T-shirt and her stump jiggled back and forth all the time.

Bill said, “I wish my stump did that.”

Beth said, “They pinch a certain nerve while they‟re doing the amputation, but I‟m going to

have a hard time keeping my stump still.”

I surveyed the situation. Six more girls to keep happy was going to give us a hard time.

I called Joe on my cell phone.

“Joe, you still in love with that girl you mentioned?”

“Nope. She run away with some Greek fella and now they‟re livin‟ on an island in the

Aegean.”

“I‟ve got a proposition for you. How would you like to…”





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