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C.L.A.M.P. Ch. 01

By: owengreybeard



Cerebral Long-term Active Muscular Paralyzer (CLAMP)

The huge man with the prison tattoos had the tiny woman bent over against the visitor's room table and was yelling something at her, all the while struggling to open the zipper at the bottom of his orange jumpsuit. His intentions were clear as the woman looked at the camera and nodded. Suddenly, and with a surprised yelp, the prisoner's arms dropped to his sides and the woman slid out from under his impressive bulk. In a few more moments, his legs began to quiver and he sat down on the floor with a puzzled look on his face. His hands lay limply on his lap as he fell slowly forward until his panicked face rested on his right leg. The woman looked up at the camera and gave a smiling 'thumbs up'.

"And so you see, Ladies and Gentleman, the CLAMP system will not only reduce the cost of prisoner and detainee housing and security very significantly, it will completely eliminate the danger of violent attacks on your respected, valuable staff members. Once installed in the Atlantean region of the skull of your targeted individuals, a technician level procedure by the way, their physical abilities can be limited based on your situation and requirements on a semi permanent basis, requiring a reset by the mainframe to return them to a normal condition. Zero injury risk, zero flight risk. Thank you for your interest in the CLAMP system. Good day." 

I signed off the video image program and slid down in my chair, surprisingly tired from talking. I stared at the monitor as the screen-saver turned it off, and suddenly notice the figure of Alana standing in the reflection. I turned the swivel chair to greet her, and as I rose, she came to me and gave me a hug. I was a real stickler for proper procedures, and this was way out of line. As my mind raced to an eventual headline in USA Today 'Middle aged medical researcher indicted for hugging sexy intern', Alana backed away a step. 

"Sorry, Professor. I know how you feel about that kind of stuff, but I'm just so proud of you that I couldn't stand it." 

I turned on my most stony face and stared down at her, our 14" difference in height seemingly more exaggerated. "I believe the conclusion of these tests brings to a close your involvement as my intern, Ms. McKenzie. Am I correct in my understanding of your contract, which I will not ne renewing?"

Her eyes dropped. "Yes Professor, that is correct."

I lunged for her and scooped her up, spinning her around in a great bear hug. Her lovely green eyes flew open, puzzlement and a little panic more than evident.

I spun her around again, laughing in whoops of joy. "WE did it, munchkin; not me, but WE! Don't you get, it you wonderful creature? This is not my triumph; it's our triumph, you and I in equal shares. And the reason I am not renewing your contract is because I want to offer you a new one." I sat her down, a dazed smile on her face. 

"I have the paperwork for the patents here on the table, and I've sent copies to the same attorney you've used before, so she can look them over.

"But why, professor? Why would you do that?"

"Alana, you were instrumental in the completion of this project. The memory of your brother drove you, and me, nearly to the breaking point. Without your dogged determination, I would have given up a hundred times. Your doctorate is complete, I've signed off on your dissertation, and I've added your name on the primary descriptive lines of all the patent documentation next to mine. Whatever comes of this project, and I expect millions and millions of dollars, and hundreds of lives saved to be just the start, we will share as absolute equals.

I would like you to help me open the Alex McKenzie Memorial Institute as my full partner, and co-chair of the Board of Directors. Please say yes, Alana."

Her face expressed joy, and sorrow and confusion in equal amounts, and as the tears fell, she nodded, "I'd be honored to work with you, Dr. Grey."

I held her close as she cried, and said, "Dr. McKenzie, Alana; my name is Owen."

We talked and scribbled and talked some more, until the dawn began to seep in through the armored windows of the lab. When I awoke, I was reclining in my Aeron chair, covered in a blanket with 'Care Bears" on it and Alana was asleep on the couch, one arm tucked underneath her. I got up to make some coffee, and after I'd washed my face and used the facilities, I headed back to the lab office with two steaming mugs. As I entered the vestibule, I stopped. 

Alana was on the couch still, she was definitely awake. She was still reclining, but the arm that had been underneath her was now held in her other hand, and she was caressing her breasts through her blouse by dragging her apparently limp fingers across her nipples. I watched for a few seconds, finding the scene quite erotic. I made a little noise so she would know that I was coming through the airlock. She sat up on the couch, placing her limp hand on her lap and rubbing it with her other hand.

"Everything okay Alana?" I asked.

"Sure, Owen, although I awoke with my hand underneath me, and my arm's asleep."

"Well, that won't take long to wear off. I brought coffee."

"No, it won't take long," she sighed. Her nipples were plainly erect, and she shifted slightly on the couch, as if she were uncomfortable. Her hand lay limply on her lap, and she glanced at it frequently.

Our project for the day was a new version of the CLAMP system, this one for use in medicine. My thought was to make a temporarily applied version to mount on the skin near the base of the spine. The CLAMP functioned by disrupting nerve signals, preventing them from traveling to or from the brain. Not only does the CLAMP disrupt motor signals, it blocks sensory signals as well. This has far-reaching applications, not only for surgical pain, but chronic pain of all kinds, including everyday aches and pains. Not only could CLAMP totally block signals, it could be dialed down to have a more subtle control of all signals, or just the ones producing pain. 

I had been busy in the nano-lab, where the CLAMP was built on the micro- and macroscopic level. M techs had completed a prototype for the temporary CLAMP, which Alana and I had agreed to call the CLAMP-T. I decided to mount it in collar, which was built out of a thin strip of wetsuit \material for stability and ease of application. It was self powered, which made it somewhat different from the original CLAMP, which would eventually obtain its power from the host body. Communication was wireless and had a range of only about 10 feet, which would be fine for clinical applications. I was looking through our list of volunteers when Alana spoke up.

"I'd like to volunteer to be the Alpha tester, if you don't mind, Owen."

I thought about it for a second. I didn't see why it wouldn't work. All our processes were taped and video-recorded, so it would just need to be vetted and transcribed later, which Alana could oversee.

"I don't see why not, Alana. It might even save some time, as well as giving you a new perspective on the process. Take off your lab coat and have a seat in the recliner. When Alana took off her coat, it appeared that she had prepared in advance for the experiment, as she was wearing a very tiny pair of panties and a small sports bra. I was impressed with her general condition; she appeared to be in excellent physical shape, with well-defined musculature and somewhat flattened, large wide breasts.

I began to record.

"This will be the audio-visual diary of the Alpha test of the CLAMP-T Prototype. The date is 5 October, 2021, and the local time is 1704 hrs. Test subject is Dr. Alana McKenzie, my partner and second in charge of the CLAMP Project. She is a Caucasian female of twenty six years, three months fourteen days of age. She is light complected, with red hair and green eyes, stands five feet, two inches and weighs (I paused the tape and asked her what she weighed, then converted it in my head) 43.713 kilograms. I am installing the CLAMP-T around her neck, with the electronic package centered on her spinal processes at roughly C2-3. the exact location would be far more important if this were the implantable version, but will suffice for this test.

I will engage the self diagnosing aspect of the program, which will identify all neural pathways which can be controlled, meaning voluntary systems primarily. The subject will note that as the test proceeds, she will experience various sensations throughout her body, including, but not limited to numbness, partial to total paralysis, blindness, deafness, difficulty or cessation of breathing and/or swallowing. These symptoms will be brief, and non-life-threatening. Does the subject acknowledge these instructions and give verbal approval?"

Alana nodded soberly and said, "I acknowledge and accept these instructions and wish to proceed with the test."

I engaged the laptop computer and identified the Bluetooth frequency on the collar. The learning cycle started at Alana's eyes, and I watched, fascinated, as they stopped tracking together, one wandering off to the left and the other rolled down, gazing into her lap. In a few seconds, they snapped into synch, and she looked at me and smiled. "That was intuhuhh." Her jaw dropped, and her tongue lolled as the system paralyzed her mouth and jaw. In a moment, she was able to talk. "As I was going to say, that was interesting." Her head suddenly dropped to her chest as her neck was processed. When she was able to raise her head again, she was smiling even more. She lifted her arms to shoulder height, and shortly her left arm fell to her side, then rose. Her right arm followed in a few seconds. 

"I am feeling a narrow band of numbness, followed by obvious paralysis travelling down my chest. One section will go numb, then become paralyzed, then become mobile and regain feeling." Her hands rose to her breasts and pinched her nipples. She looked at me and said, "No feeling here, not pressure or temperature, or tactile. Getting hard to br... to breathe. Wow. My lungs just turned off, oops." She fell forward slowly, as her trunk muscles went away and then returned. 

"My hips are numb, and I cannot lift my legs, although I can wiggle my toes, so the zone paralysis is verified Owen. Great job! Sensation is coming back into my hips and leaving further down. I can't move my legs or toes, but..."

"But what, Alana?"

"But I think I peed myself, partner."

"Oh. As soon as the test concludes, I will get you a towel to clean up with."

"No problem."

The computer's traveling green band reached the end of its cell and turned off. The screen displayed the message, 'Task Completed' and showed a virtual map of Alana's body, along with digital codes that referenced her nervous system. I turned off the recording equipment.

"Okay, you're programmed. We can continue tomorrow. Now let me get you a towel and some wipes. Do you have any other panties?" 

"No, but I usually go commando anyway."

"I don't understand the term, Alana."

"I don't usually wear panties, Owen I just brought these so you wouldn't freak out on me."

"Hmm. I wonder how that term came into use for...you don't usually wear panties?"

"The towel, Owen?"

"OH. Sorry, I'll be right back." I rushed to the lounge and got one of the white hand towels off the stack, along with a package of wet wipes. As I hurried along, the image of Alana without panties scrolled through my mind, and I was surprised to find myself hiding an erection as I returned to the lab.

Alana raised her hips up and slid the towel under her butt, soaking up most of the small puddle of urine. She slid off the chair and bent over, sliding her wet panties down her legs and off. Her butt was wonderful, rounded and pale and...

"Like what you see?" she had turned around and now faced me, hands on her rounded, lush hips. She had no pubic hair... "Owen, are you alright?"

"Umm, yes, fine. I apologize for staring, umm you are just, umm very, well..."

"You're babbling, Owen." She said with a grin.

"Yes, I think that this certainly qualifies as babbling. Yes, I think it does. It would appear that my thought processes have been totally disabled by the sight of your...still babbling. Shutting up now, Dr. McKenzie." She was laughing out loud now.

"I'm impressed," She said quietly.

"By what, my ability to discourse for apparently several hours without saying anything of the slightest consequence, as demonstrated so aptly in the past few lifetimes since your test concluded?" I said with a grimace.

"You know my birthday."

"I'm hardly sure that my awareness of a particular point on the Julian calendar is worthy of the admiration of a woman of your impressive intellect."

"You're the first person since I turned 15 who remembered my birthday, Owen. That is far from inconsequential in my opinion. If I didn't know better, I would think that you may actually like me."



I took a deep, shuddering breath, and decided that I would tell her the absolute, unbiased truth.. "My God, Alana! If you only knew. I perish in agony every time I see you walk out the door. I find myself lurking like a schoolboy down the hall from the entrance door until you arrive in the morning, wondering if this is all a dream! I, Dr. Owen Grey, the wunderkind of Stanford and MIT; possessor of ultimate logic and seer into the depths of the universe, am laid helpless at the feet of a goddess of unimaginable intelligence and a face unrivalled by Helen of Troy. A body to make Michelangelo in heaven weep with the agony that he was not alive to sculpt it. I stand humbled by your grasp of things animate and inanimate, and you say that I may like you!"

"I was teasing, Owen!"

"Oh well that makes it all better then! Not only do you misread the agony of my heart, you choose to mock it as well! You...mmmmph!"



She had leapt forward and, taking my head in her tiny hands, she kissed me! Her leg wrapped around mine and she pulled me so close to her that I feared that our molecules may actually intermingle. In point of fact, many billions of molecules were, indeed, intermingling in our mouths as her tongue lunged and fenced with mine. 

For the first time in my life, I was speechless.

"Does that help assuage your broken spirit?" She said with a dimpled grin.

"Was that a good kiss?" I asked meekly.

"What do you mean, was that a good kiss? What kind of a question is that, Owen?!" Her eyes flashed in anger.

"It was a genuinely earnest question, Alana. I have no empirical data with which to make a comparison."

"What are you saying, Owen? That you don't know whether that was a good kiss, or not?"

"Don't misunderstand, Alana. I have seldom if ever enjoyed anything more. I merely state that I have no data to compare the sample with. I have never been kissed before."

"Get. Out."

"Very well, Alana. I personally think you are over-reacting, but if you insist, I'll go."

"Do not move a muscle, Dr. Owen Grey."

"I don't understand. Did you not just say...?"

"It's a popular saying, Owen..."

"Well, it seems cruel to..."

"It's a colloquialism, Owen. Not to be taken literally."

"Well, now I am confused."

I found myself in another hug, this one less sexually charged and more, I should say, filled with love. Alana spoke quietly to me, saying that she felt about me as I felt about her, and that we needed to talk. I was quite certain that we had been talking, but apparently there were more subtleties for me to learn about my darling Alana. We sat on the couch in the lounge, and she sat right next to me, pulling my arm around her shoulders, which was remarkably pleasant.

"So, you have never kissed a woman before?"

"On the contrary, I have kissed and been kissed by many women before...my mother, my aunt Donna..."

"No, that's not what I meant, Owen. A woman for whom you felt a romantic attraction for, then?"

"Well, I do have to admit that my Aunt Donna was quite pretty, and..." 

She swatted my thigh, which hurt. "That was a joke, Alana. And no, you were the first."

"You've never been to bed with a woman?"

I processed the question, eliminating the possible answers which were likely to get me another swat on the leg.

"No."

"You're a virgin?"

"Unless you intend another meaning for the word which is not sexual in nature...yes."

"Have you ever seen an adult woman naked, in a non-clinical setting?"

"No."

"Would you like to?"

"Only if it's you, Alana."

"Good answer; actually the perfect answer, Owen. Come with me."

As she walked away, I suddenly became aware that she was still naked from the waist down. She went as far as her office, and I was still looking at her butt. She pulled something out of her closet and I was pleased to find that it was a skirt. A very short skirt. She turned her back to me and stripped her athletic bra off over her head with some difficulty, and suddenly I could plainly see the outsides of her breasts from behind. She put on a silk blouse and buttoned it up, but not all the way. When she turned, the breasts shifted back a forth slowly inside the deep blue silk. Her breasts were enormous! She shook out her hair, and her shirt took on a life of its own, shuddering and bobbing. As I looked, her nipples became rigid, and they added a whole new character to the blouse. Alana stooped to put on some very pretty high heels, and most of her left breast was revealed in the open space above the topmost button. I gawked, unabashed and unashamed. 

Alana went into her bathroom, brushed her hair and teeth, two more things which got my undivided attention. When she walked out, her breasts danced to the rhythm of her steps, accentuated by the heels on her lovely feet.

I was spellbound. How is it possible that I have worked with this woman for 5 years and not actually looked at her?

"Where are we going, Alana?"

"We are going to my home, where we are going to spend the weekend getting to know every single square centimeter of each other. Is that okay with you?"

"I cannot begin to imagine anything I would like more." She took my hand and we walked to her car, after a short trip to the lab to retrieve my briefcase. I found that I walked ahead of her a little, just so I could look back a see her as she walked. Finally, as I neared her car, I raced ahead, and when I turned, she had unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on her blouse and her breasts swung into view, nipples tall and proud. She beamed a smile at me, and said, "What do you think of the girls?"

"I don't think I have spent more than ten minutes thinking about breasts in my life, and suddenly they seem to be all I can focus on. Do they have names?"

"This one on the right is slightly larger, and her name is Eowyn. Her sister is Galadriel."

"Then you may consider me your Gimli."

"You know the LOTR?" She said in surprise.



"I am the Ubergeek, Alana. I can recite the trilogy, the Hobbit, and to a lesser extent, the Silmarillion from memory. All of it, from memory."

She sat in her car, breasts still plainly visible in the light though the windshield. I fastened my seatbelt, and Alana drew hers across her body, the shoulder belt pushing her breasts apart and accentuating the pointed shapes. 

Everything was slowing down for me. The languid motion of her boobs as she turned the ignition key, the tensing of her pectoral muscles amplified in the fluid motion of her swaying breasts. I could plainly see the pulse in the skin of her neck as she checked the mirrors for other vehicles and then smiled at me. As she drove out of the parking lot, the awareness that she was nude from the waist up to please me, to excite me, was an absolutely singular event in my life. 

I had never in my life felt so concerned about the humanity of an individual. My life was numbers, action and reaction, plus and minus. Up until this moment, the people who surrounded me in my daily existence were considered tools, instruments to accomplish the tasks I required of them to ensure that my thoughts and processes were carried out in an acceptable manner. I had never actually cared about how my actions or comments affected them, changed their lives. 


C.L.A.M.P. Ch. 01



As Alana drove, I reflected not only on how really beautiful she was, how wondrous I found her body, but how much I cared for her. I don't think I had ever cared for anybody before. Not ever.

We slid into her garage, and as the door closed behind us, I went around and opened her door and handed her out. I pulled her to me and just held her. I could feel the heat from her naked skin against my chest, and smell the shampoo in her hair. It was just incredible.

"Pardon the expression, but 'What's up, Doc'?" she said.

"This is just overwhelming for me. There is so much I've never done, Alana. I've never held anyone in my arms like this, I've never seen a woman topless before, and I'm so very glad it was you. I just feel like I've been asleep for so long."

"I hope you're open to being overwhelmed, then, because you haven't seen anything yet."

"I think I excel under pressure, Alana."

"I intend to hold you to that."

She slid away from me and walked through the garage toward the door to the house. Her hips swayed hypnotically, and I wondered if all women's hips did that. She turned at the door and shook her shoulders gently, in a motion that all young women with large breasts practice in front of a mirror; a movement that they know full well will transfix any male of the species. Her breasts took on a life of their own, shuddering long after Alana's shoulders became still. And then she walked through the door, leaving it open for me.





Alana's home was lovely. A ranch style on the outside, it was decorated floor to ceiling in Edo period Japan. Bamboo floors with tatami mats stretched toward the lovely kitchen with dark wood table and low backed chairs, a flower arrangement in the center. She was moving down the hallway away from me, and i hurried to catch up. An attached glass addition overlooking a small Zen garden brought amazing views of the city into her bedroom. As I entered the hallway, she was closing the light door to the closet, and for a moment, I was certain I glimpsed a small purple wheelchair in the back of the closet, but my attention was quickly drawn to Alana, as she began to draw water into a tall square tub in the glass enclosure off the bedroom proper.

As the steam rose, I stepped toward her, saying, "This is magnificent, Alana, as are you."

"Arigatou Gozaimasu", she said with a bow. "Come here Owen."

She removed my pants and folded them over the back of a wooden chair, then unbuttoned my shirt and placed it on the chair back as well. My boxers were tented in front as my rigid cock strained to seek out the source of the lovely musky smell wafting from her hips. In a flash, the offending underwear was gone, and Alana gasped as she viewed my cock for the first time. "My God, Owen. It's enormous! And so beautiful!. I have never seen an uncircumcised penis before... ooh; it's so soft, almost like velvet, but apparently with an iron core." She smiled up at me, her delicate fingers fluttering around my manhood.

She released me and stepped back, and her hands went to the zipper on her skirt, and slid it slowly down. She turned slightly away from me as she slid her skirt off her hips and down to the floor. Her ass was delectable in the shadows of the electric paper lanterns. I used the time to give my cock a quick couple of rubs, and then decided that it was a bad idea, being as close to cumming as I was already.

She guided me by my convenient "handle" into the soaking tub and stood by as I got in. My arm was on the edge of the tub, and as she put her leg over the edge, she slid her pussy lips up and down my arm very slowly, just barely touching my skin. The moisture she left there cooled right away and I licked it off as it dried. 

When she stood, the water was up to her nipples, and the buoyancy of the water did wonderful things to her tits. They bobbed in the wavelets and whipped gently back and forth in the swirling warm water. Alana took some fragranced sand out of a small stone container near the overhanging bamboo and began to rub it gently over my skin. It was very fine and smelled delectable as she applied it to everything she could touch, and then rinsed it off into the water with a bamboo bucket, where it dropped away to the bottom.

She pointed toward the sand vessel and I took the sand n a couple of handfuls and smeared it gently on her skin, paying special attention to her breasts and butt. As I rinsed her, she took another jar down from the edge of the tub. The contents smelled vaguely minty, and had a consistency similar to Vaseline. This she smeared on my cock and deep into her vagina. As she finished her application, she turned her back to me and lifted her body with her arms, moving her hips onto my lap and her pussy onto my cock. As she slid slowly onto me, I felt the most incredible pressure and heat. As she took me into her body, I heard tiny sounds from her throat. "Nnnn, uhh, ooohhh, ohfuuuuuucck. Oh so good, baby!" I took her hips in my hands and began to fuck myself with her body. 



Her hands clutched at the sides of the tub as I slid her hips up and down on my cock. My balls were nice and warm, and floated like jelly fish in the warm water, adding an interesting feeling of their own. Alana looked back over her shoulder and said, "Spin me around, Owen!" I picked up her right leg and let her recline a little in the water as I brought it around and over my chest. I placed a hand behind her back and used the other to mold her boobs into pleasant, buoyant shapes one at a time, and she brought a hand down to swirl in a circle around her clit. Her legs floated freely in the water, bumping into my sides occasionally. Her eyes drifted between me and her legs, but I thought nothing of it at the time. Soon my drifting balls seemed to want to join in with the rest of the pistoning flesh, and I felt my orgasm approaching. 

"Not long now," I said.

"Me, too! Oooohhhmmm...gonnacum...gonnacumgonnacum!" She grunted. 

A few more strokes and I was there. I blasted into her with seminal fluid I swear I had been storing since fifth grade. I just came and came, until I felt exhausted. I looked at Alana, and her hair was plastered to her face with sweat, and she was smiling from ear to ear. I let her lay back in the water and her arms floated out beside her, limp and still. She was nearly weightless, and I reveled at her beautiful body.

I was the first to speak. "That was the most incredible thing that has ever happened to me, Alana."

"You are a good student. Grasshopper, but Mistress Ali has much still to teach you."

"I am your student, mistress. I await your instruction," I responded. We washed each other again, this time with love and deliberation; gently and with great concentration. 

I found a hidden treasure on Alana's body; a tiny perfect brown nipple was located on her rib cage a few inched below and to the side of her left breast. Complete with its own areola, it was less than a quarter of an inch in diameter. It pebbled up when caressed, and Alana said it felt quite nice when I touched it.

We dried each other with giant towels, and napped on her queen sized bed located in a small alcove not far from the soaking tub. I left her snoring delightfully and went in search of the bathroom, which was behind a shoji screen on the far side of the room. It had a bidet, which, frankly, I had not encountered before. I made a mental note to ask for instruction at a later date. I exited through a different door, and came out not far from the entrance hallway. Remembering that Alana had sauntered casually over an shut the sliding door as we'd passed, I went and opened it. I had been right; there was a purple Quickie™ wheelchair in the closet, and standing behind it were a small pair of steel and leather leg braces. I picked them up and examined them; well built and obviously custom made, the leather was well used but maintained well, smelling of saddle soap and oil. Finally it made sense, the hiding of the chair, the limp arms and legs in the tub.

"I suppose I have some explaining to do, Owen?" I turned to find Alana standing naked behind me, her face flushed and tears streaking her face. 

"My God, Ali, what do you mean? You owe me no such thing!"

"I've tried to stop, honest to God I have! You must think I am such a freak. Such a perverted loser. I should have gotten rid of them, but I didn't expect to fall in love, and it all happened so fast..."

"I'm so ashamed and so, so sorry, Owen. I'll move my things out of the lab..."

"STOP IT!" I nearly shouted. Ali gasped, staggered. I rushed to her and knelt before her shaking form. I placed my hands on either side of her face and looked into her eyes, tears now rolling in unbroken streams down her lovely cheeks. "Just stop talking for a minute, would you, love? You owe me nothing; it is I who owe you everything..."

She pointed at the wheelchair, the braces, and further back, a pair of Canadian Canes. "But what about those?"

"They're very nice, I like the purple color on the quickie, it suits you, and the braces are top-notch. Let me guess; you have a fetish about paralysis, maybe wheelchairs and being crippled. You like to pretend your legs are useless, that they hang limply at the end of your body, totally beyond your control. You use the braces around the house when no one is around, and you find the whole experience to be wildly erotic and yet unfulfilling since you have no one to share it with you. How close am I, dear heart?"

She was shocked, floored, absolutely without the ability to reply. She gaped at me, her mouth opening and closing much like a fish. The next time it closed, I kissed her." I placed a device about the size of a quarter against the bas of her neck, and pushed the membrane switch on the surface of the device. She made a soft whining noise in her throat, clutched at me, and sagged to the floor unconscious. I carried her to the bedroom and placed her in a recovery position on the lounge by the Zen garden window, and made myself busy.

"Wow, I must have fainted...how long was I out?"

"Just a few minutes. Are you feeling okay now?"

Yes, I feel fine. What were we talking about when I passed out?"

"I was commenting about how pretty your wheelchair was."

She blanched white. "It doesn't bother you? My fetish doesn't disgust you?"

"Ali, it's just that, a fetish. They are the hardest of the compulsions to overcome, and I don't see why you would even want to. It harms no one, and I think it's fascinating. How many people know besides me know about it?"

"You think it's fascinating...wow. And just my friend Betsy knows. She's known for years."

"Is she the really tall amputee you introduced me to at last year's Christmas party?"

"Yes, that's her."

"Is she a voluntary amp, Ali?"

She nodded, "Don't tell her I told you, she's very sensitive about it."

"I'll never tell anyone about any of this, Ali, you have my word."

"Thank you Owen."

"Let's go for a walk, okay? I want to see more of your garden."

"Okay, just let me get..." she started to roll over to get up, and...

I was looking at her face when her eyes met mine. She looked at her legs and back at me. She looked at her flaccid, paralyzed legs. Her eyes closed and she shook gently. 

"I just had an orgasm, Owen. How did you do it?" she said, as she flopped her shoulders back onto the bed and felt around her neck. When she found the bump at her nape, she looked at me and smiled. "Implanted?" 

"Yes," I replied. "The Berkley prototype passed all my testing. I sterilized it last night and was going to implant it next week, but decided to change it to the Alpha subject instead of the Beta. I used it to knock you out while I did the implant. I hope you don't mind."

"Mind!? You just fulfilled another dream for me, how could I mind? I'm beside myself with joy, Owen. Come give me a kiss!"

"No. I think my little crippled lover needs to come to me and give me a kiss." She shivered again and I left the room and returned with her quickie.

"Oh my God, Owen. This is amazing!" she worked herself into a sitting position and slid one hand under her leg and lifted it, shoving it to the edge of the bed, where it flopped and dangled, toes pointing straight down. She grabbed the other one and did the same, then shifted to the edge, nearly falling off the bed when she realized her flaccid hip and core muscles could not hold her in a sitting position. 

"How high am I done?" she asked. 

"Right now, you're a T-5 Complete, although I can change it at a moment's notice."

"Wait. Why can I feel my pussy?"

"Because I found that I can pinpoint specific places to leave enervated."

"NO WAY!" she burst out, amazement plainly in her eyes.

"Way. I can paralyze all of your fingers except one. I can make one of your eyes track and the other wander randomly. I can deaden one side of your pussy and enhance the nerve function on the other side. I can cause paralysis without loss of sensation. I just figured some of this out in my mind as I was installing your implant. We are going to have a great time, Ali."

She straightened her arms, and her pelvis rotated forward as her spine straightened, when she relaxed her arms, she slumped forward and her breasts brushed her thighs. 

"It's a little hard to breathe when I slump forward. My diaphragm must be partially involved, right?"

"Correct. You can breathe on your own, but you won't have the capacity you normally do, because you are using your ribs more and your diaphragm much less. How do you like the feeling of your pussy sort of floating in space?"

"It's wild, Owen. I look at my legs and feet, and it's like they aren't even mine. Would you mind adjusting the level a little?"

"Not at all. Let me get the app pulled up on my iPad."

"You're kidding, right?"

"Nope. I have it right here. I have an image of your body electronically on the screen, and the paralyzed portions are in red. If I enlarge the view, you can see that the pubic area is mostly still blue, see?"

I held the pad out for her to see, and as she reached for it, she fell forward until her shoulders rested on her knees, her right breast between her legs and the left one hanging off the side of her thigh. She flailed her arms for a second, and then pushed her way erect by walking her hands up her legs. I handed her the iPad and she did better this time, only flailing a couple of times when she nearly tipped over. 

She carefully handed the tablet computer back to me. "I can phase the paralysis in and/or out over time, from 10 seconds to 48 hours; I can do it instantly and I can program up to 30 different zones to come and go sequentially. Can you imagine the weekends we could have, Ali?"

"No, but I'm beginning to get some really wicked ideas about it. Can you remove sensation from my pussy, Owen?"

"I'll do it over 60 seconds, and left to right, with a pause in between for about 20 seconds, okay?"

"Oh yeah, baby! Come touch me as it happens, please?"

I slid over to her and cupped her hot, dripping pussy in my hand. I punched the enter tab on my ipad, and started to caress her cunt. "Can you feel it, Ali?"

"Oh God, Owen, it's buzzing while it's going numb just like you said! Keep flicking my clit, baby! Oh, Fuck! The feeling is gone right down the middle just like you said! I'm gonna cum, Owen! I can feel it building...getting close...Noooo!.It's going before I can cum! Oh! Oh, shit! It's gone, Owen. It's like I don't have a pussy anymore!" 

"You don't mind if I take advantage of this wet little pussy do you, Ali? It seems like a shame to waste it, even if you can't feel it when I bury my big dick in it, eh?"

"Do it, Owen! Put my paralyzed legs up on your shoulders and fuck my little numb pussy!"

I took her ankles in my hands and held them up as I slid into her. She was hot and very tight. I looked at her eyes, which were bright with focus, and said. "Hold these limp legs so they don't get in the way as I fuck you, Ali."

She took her own ankles and let her legs settle onto her chest, staring at them in wonder as I started to pump into her. Her feet flopped as I fucked her, and she smiled at me as she urged me on.

"Do it, Owen! Fuck my numb cunt; it doesn't matter that I can't feel it at all, I love it anyway, baby! Oh shit, look at my feet flopping, Owen. It's so hot I almost can't stand it." 

"Are you enjoying your orgasm, Ali? Your pussy is clamping down on my dick in spasms right now. Does it feel great?"

"NO! I can't feel it at all Owen." She dropped her left leg and put her fingers into her cunt beside my cock. "You're right! Fuck! I'm cumming, baby!" 

"Me too, Ali!" We made eye contact and I roared my release as I shot her full. I looked down at the junction of our bodies, and the growing puddle of warmth soaking into the lounge cushions.

"You just peed on me, Ali. How does that make you feel?"

"That's what you get for fucking a crippled girl, mister!"

She dissolved into laughter, and I joined her. Then I got up and went to get some cleanup equipment from the bathroom. I hadn't seen her so happy in the 5 years I'd known her; actually, I don't think I'd been so happy either.

We decided to bring her motion and sensation back, and when I proposed that we do it gradually, on a ramped schedule, she agreed readily. 

I downloaded the software onto her iPad, and ran her through a quick demo, showing her how to select areas of her body to paralyze and how to modulate by time and severity. I explained that the system had built in safeguards, so that if she was injured or in danger, the paralysis would be instantly reversed, and she agreed that it was a good idea.

I lifted her off of the couch, both of us reveling in the feeling of her flaccid legs bumping against me. s put her down on her front and patted her bottom dry, then gave it a good swat before turning her over. She looked up at me and said, "Did you just spank my butt?"

"Yes, I did spank your butt, why?" 

"No reason, I just didn't feel it, so you wasted your effort."

"The effort wasn't wasted, Ali; I felt it."

"You're nasty, Owen.!"

"You have no idea, Ali."

"No I don't, but I intend to find out," she smiled.

Ali took the iPad and reset it to deprogram over a 30 minute period, and I decided to make notes regarding the return of enervation as it occurred.



She gave the command for the program to launch, and she started talking, highlighting the return of sensation and movement

"Okay, I have given the command and I can see that the areas of paralysis as indicated by the red shading have begun to pulse slowly, and after one minute, I have yet to sense any change. My lower limbs and pelvic region up to my umbilicus remain insensate to temperature, pressure, pain and joint sensation.

After 5 minutes, I have started to feel marked warmth in my lower body, and I can begin to wiggle my toes and move my ankles and other joints a little, although there is marked tremor from muscle weakness. 

After ten minutes, I can move my legs a little better, and the warm feeling has passed, along with a very brief period of tingling, such as that experiences when awakening after sleeping on a limb. I can also contract my anus and pelvic floor muscles somewhat. It would be fun to re-paralyze myself at these various percentages and experience my body with limited ability as opposed to none at all.

At the twenty minute mark, I will try to stand at approximately 2/3 of normal strength and sensation."

Ali slid to the front of the lounge and placed her hands on her thighs so she wouldn't fall over. I stood in front of her and put out my hands to her. She took my hands one at a time, and then nodded. She leaned forward toward me, and started to stand, her hips swinging under her and her thighs shaking as she straightened her legs. Her breasts began to wobble as her hips struggled to stay under her. A thin stream of urine began to drip onto the floor from her labia, and she looked down in embarrassment.




C.L.A.M.P. Ch. 01



"Oops, I guess some parts are more awake than others, huh?" I smiled and held her close as the tremors faded away. Her tits burned warm holes in my chest as she hugged me, and I smiled as she rubbed my back and whispered, "Thank you for this Owen, I finally feel complete."

A few minutes later, the iPad beeped as the program completed. 



Less than 3 weeks later, I had to leave to testify before a Senate select committee on the military applications of C.L.A.M.P. The lab was closed for the Christmas holidays, and that left Ali at home, in charge of the unit that had changed her life. On the way to the airport, she told me that she intended to invite Betsy over for a sleep-over. I'd told her I wouldn't mind being a fly on the wall for that meeting, and opened my hand to show her the collar mounted version of the system that I had just gotten by courier.

"Do you think Betsy might want to take a try at this?" I asked, as we pulled to the curb at the terminal.

"Oh, I wouldn't be a bit surprised, Darling; I guess we'll just have to go over that when you get back. In aching, Technicolor detail.

"I'm counting on it, Ali." She stood on her tiptoes at the curbs and kissed me passionately, to the delight of the redcap walking by. "Oh, and I'll be asking you for some decisions when I get back. Bye-bye."

"Wait a minute! You can't leave me hanging like that! Come back here right now mister!" 

"Sorry honey, have to go! See you in a couple of weeks, okay?" I said as she blew me a kiss, and then her middle finger curled up in an unmistakable message as she winked at me.





I'd gotten a chill when Owen had dropped his cryptic message at my feet as he walked into the terminal. I just knew he was going to ask me to marry him, but I was pleased that he wanted to make me wait. 

I called Betsy and we chatted a while. She was thrilled that we could spend some time together, and planned to fly in the next day. I had taken to sleeping with a small necklace on; it had a charging system for my receiver, since we hadn't completed the self powering function yet. 

I had experimented with lots of paralysis since Owen had done the implant; I was really like a kid in a candy store. I had stored my favorites in a series of files which could be accessed by voice command or via the internet, so that Owen could activate them remotely. 

I'd decided to go shopping so that the refrigerator wouldn't be empty for Betsy's visit. As I got out of the shower and began drying off, I felt the buzz that predicted an activation of my receiver. Since I never knew what Owen had planned for me, I rushed to the toilet and sat on the seat, so that if he paralyzed my legs, I wouldn't fall. Our agreement was that he would wait at least a couple of minutes after the buzz to activate, so that I wouldn't fall or have an accident if I was in the car.

Sure enough, I was rubbing my hair dry and my left arm and shoulder began to tingle and get weak. Within 30 seconds, it was completely numb and hung lifeless at my side. I smiled at Owen's careful planning; I'd told him that I needed to go shopping, and so he'd not completely incapacitated me, just made my day more interesting. I thought he was done until I got up off the seat and stumbled as I went toward the bedroom. I lifted my left leg, and my foot hung down, toes pointing at the floor. He'd given me a "Drop Foot", requiring me to lift my leg much higher as I walked, and then flop my foot forward so the toes didn't drag. To further complicate my day, my calf muscles didn't work either, so I could not push off when walking. I felt kind of like "Igor" from the Frankenstein movies, but without the hump.

I limped to the closet, high-stepping on the left side and getting a little horny from the combination of my now crippled leg, and the flopping of my lifeless arm against my nude body. I sat on the dressing stool in front of my makeup table and pulled out a jogbra. I knew I wouldn't be able to put on a regular one, and I also knew with the awkward gait I would have today that my boobs would be sore by the time I got re-dressed to go to the airport to pick up Betsy, but then I reconsidered and put the bra back in the drawer I put on a grey Oregon Ducks t-shirt and a mid thigh cotton skirt in a sage green, without panties, of course. I fumbled with the shoelaces on my white Nike's for a while, and decided to go with low boots instead. I could have put on a pair of true winter boots, but they would have stabilized my drop foot too much for me to enjoy it.

I limped to the garage and got into my Prius, since my Mustang has a manual transmission, and I was going to have enough to do driving one handed, without having to deal with missing the clutch or slipping off it and lunging into the car ahead of me at a stop.

As I drove to the store, I was fascinated by the way my hand vibrated in response to bumps and other motion. Partway there, I noticed an interesting feeling and found that my hand had fallen into my lap and was snuggled up to my crotch. At a stop sign, I spread my legs a little and slid my hand under my skirt, wedging it in between my thighs. I found that although I could not control the movement of my upper arm at all, I could produce a little movement by shrugging my shoulder. The combination of the shrugging and the motion of the car produced enough movement that I was lubricating freely by the time I got to Costco. I pulled out the handicapped hang-tag from the center console and hung it on the mirror as I parked in the blue zone. I leaned over and got a damp wipe from a package in the glove box and wiped the fluid from my labia before I got out. The seat got a quick clean-up as well.

I limped to the cart rack and got one of the normal looking carts. It was difficult to push with one hand, especially since my leg wasn't working right. I ended up draping my arm over the handle of the cart, trapping it with my purse. During the struggle to produce my card at the door, the arm pulled loose and fell against my thigh, nudging me like a puppy. The card checker looked at it for a split second before motioning me through with a sorrowful expression on her face. As I walked to the rear of the store, I heard the sole of my shoe distinctly as my foot slapped down onto the concrete, and a light hiss as my toes drug forward for the next step. I was fairly certain that my juices were beginning to leak down my leg. 

It took a fair bit longer than usual to complete my shopping, and I was nearly exhausted when I got back to the car. One of the boxers had asked if he could help me to the car, and I had accepted with relief. He pushed the cart for me, and I followed, my foot dragging and my arm swinging wildly. I'd given him a good show while he packed the car, rubbing my tender boobs against him as he unpacked the cart. 

I was literally dragging my foot into the kitchen when my cell phone rang. It was Owen

"Hello, you evil man," I said without meaning it.

"How has your day been, Ali?"

"It's been difficult, to say the least, but extremely enjoyable as well. I'm just about exhausted, though. Costco was a challenge without an arm and most of a leg. I managed, but just barely. Would you mind turning it off for now? I really need to get going on the food and such."

"Sure baby girl. Here you go."

I immediately felt sensation flooding back into my arm and leg, and while we talked, I returned to normal, other than some residual tingling. "I have to go now, okay Owen?"

"Too busy to talk, eh? I understand, Darling. I'll call back in a couple of hours. I do want to try one little modification though, unless you object?"

I opened my mouth to tell him that I really needed all my parts to get the house ready, but what came out of my mouth was, "Uhhhmmm. Uhh, sssssssnnnmmmm!" 

"So I'll take that to mean that you have no objections, then? You might want to text Betsy right away and tell her you have a sore throat and won't be able to talk to her until morning. You should do that before you forget how to do it, by the way. And Ali, you may want to get your chores done within about an hour; I'll have some more surprises for you then, Okay?"

"UuuuuUUHHHH! UH! UH! SSSSSSUH!" I barked, sounding like an animal with a mouthful of food. I 

was unable to form a single intelligible sound. 

"Text Betsy within five minutes, OK? Bye, Ali. Have fun."

I took my phone and did as Owen said, telling her that I would be out of touch for a while, but that I would be there to pick her up in the morning.

As I sat the phone down, my knowledge of it seemingly evaporated from my consciousness, and before it quit rocking on the table, I realized that I had no idea what it was. I turned on Pandora on the Mac and as I left the office. I looked around at the computer I'd just used, and I couldn't remember what it was for either. I walked back into the kitchen and began to put away my groceries. Jack Johnson began to sing about making banana pancakes, and I started to sing along, my pitch perfect, but my voice forming hisses, grunts and mumbles that would have made Jack physically ill. About the time I realized that although I knew what the hot dogs were on the Kirkland label, and knew that they had to be frozen, I had no idea what to call them or what the characters on the package meant. 

A low, mumbling moan left my mouth, and I became aware that the sounds the man on the radio was making meant nothing to me. I realized with a shock that Owen, from 2000 miles away had put me into a sensory depravation chamber of sorts. I could not communicate with anyone verbally, nor could I understand them. Only later would I understand how complete how total my isolation was; not only could I not speak, understand or read, I didn't even comprehend what a phone was or that it had anything to do with communication. I was totally isolated in my own body, in my own home. It was the most erotic feeling I had ever had, and I just wished that he could be here to share it. I sat down on the bed as I slid my skirt down and my shirt off. I grabbed a handful of my right breast while my other hand got busy with my rigid, engorged clit.

I nearly ran to my toy box in the bathroom and got my Rabbit. I turned on both vibrators and the revolving beads and jammed it into my spasming cunt easily, its passage smoothed by hours of secretions. As it rammed in and out, my orgasm built in a lovely swell until the rabbit fell out of my body and buzzed angrily in random circles on the stone floor. I bent at the waist and looked down at it in surprise as my lifeless arms swayed helplessly above it. I stood transfixed, my pussy gaping and squishing out its frustration at my total inability to pick it up. Cursing Owen just a little, I was making my way back to the toy box, and stopped at the mirror. My chest was heaving in lust, causing my tits to gyrate, and my fingertips brushed the crest of my mons as they swung back and forth. My face was wild with my need, my mouth agape and panting. My orgasm got nearer to cresting as I turned to my right and half stumbled toward the toy chest at the foot of the bed. I bent at the hip, my arms sliding over the edge to dangle beside my tits, my rock hard nipples pointing plaintively toward the suction based dildo near the bottom of the pile. As my confused mind tried to decide how I was going to pick it up, my implant buzzed and I went totally blind. 

I shook my head and squeezed my eyelids tightly shut and then opened them wide, and then wider, as if peeling my eyelids open wider would bring back my vision. The blackness my brain perceived remained total, and a moment of panic rose in the deepest parts of my brain. I fought wildly against the urge to run, to scrub my face on the carpet, to do anything to bring back my sight. I wanted desperately to bring my hands to explore my face, but I could feel them jittering limply against my thighs, my pussy. 

I began to hear a high pitched whining noise in the room, "Nnnn! Nnnn! Mmnnn! Sssmmm!" It was me; I was standing by the foot of the bed, my head swiveling around as if I might find my vision hidden somewhere in the room. 

My world had contracted in mere moments to nothing more than my immediate surroundings. For all intents, I could not leave my home; my paralyzed arms would no let me open any doors, nor could I use them to obtain food or water. I could not contact the outside world, and if I did, I could not understand it nor it me. I was totally blind. As a result of all these variables, I was so horny, so totally randy that I was on the brink of orgasm that I could barely walk due to the humping motions my hips were making, my gaping, smacking, drooling sex searching for anything to take me over the brink; some phallus, something I could hump!

I gathered my wits and started to where the small day bed was in the room, as far as I could remember, anyway. I found it with a toe and yelled when the pain reached my brain. I remembered the shiny brass balls at the top of the posts, and slid sideways, my knees touching the bed, until my thigh brushed against one. I bumped my clit against it, the feeling electric when it slid over my tender skin. At two inches across, it was bigger than the biggest cock I'd ever had, but I was so slick and ready, it only took a few seconds of pushing down before it slid past my PC muscles and into my cunt. I leaned back a little and rose on the balls of my feet, and the ball stretched me open a little more as it slid past the spongy bump of my G-spot. My mind frantically sent futile commands to my useless arms, "Touch, stroke, caress! Pull, penetrate, finger, anything!"

I worked at the ball with my pussy and my hips, the bed creaking in protest. I lifted and slid on the ball until my calf muscled shuddered with effort and my thighs quaked. My hard earned cum was close, I could feel the buzzing tingle just over the horizon. Without warning, I felt a grating pop, and I flew backward and bounced off the bed and onto my knees. My pussy continued to chew on its bronze meal with hungry toothless lips, and I realized the ball had come off the bedpost and was deep inside my vagina! As I knelt there, I felt it sliding deeper inside me, until it bumped into my cervix. The lust in my core suddenly changed to unreasoning panic as my body tried to eliminate an unwanted guest. One part of me knew I was in no danger, but an older part of me wanted it OUT! 

I sat back on my haunches; my feet outside my butt, leaned forward and pushed, and pushed and pushed. I pushed until I felt urine squirting out of my body and then I pushed some more. I made unearthly squealing, grunting noises as I labored, but the ball remained deeply buried inside my body. I relaxed, panting frantically, and tried to gather my wits. I remembered a tampon pamphlet I had read as a young teenager, "Even if the string should go inside your body, it can be retrieved by squatting and reaching for it with your fingers. It cannot become lost in your body."

It was the finger part that was fucking this operation up. I started to laugh. Even my laughs sounded like animal sounds. I liked the sounds of my helplessness very much. 

The ball sat inside my body, its weight bearing down on my pelvic floor, and as I became aware of the feelings it produced as I moved my hips around, I began to feel aroused again. I slid one foot forward and under me and stood with little effort, arms and breasts swinging erotically. I shuffled forward toward the day bed again, and almost immediately my left tit collided with a corner of the wall. Fortunately, it sticks out there a bit, so I didn't break my nose, but I did wish there was somebody there who could kiss it and make it better. Somehow, I think I'd managed to turn around and head the wrong direction. The only way to tell for sure was to feel my way back, but since my arms hung lifeless at my side, the only things I could use to feel my way along with were my nipples.

Swinging my breasts from side to side, I took a slow step forward, and then another. My right nipple brushed something hard and angular, and a small step forward followed by another swing of breasts side to side told me that it was my tall dresser. I was on the wrong side of my bed, so I shuffled around to the left and used my knees to find the bed and slide along its length. When my knee hit the bedside table, I turned completely around and took two steps to the end of the daybed. A quick nudge with my boobs told me I was at the same end that the ball had come off of, so I slid sideways, hunched over and dangling my breasts for sensors again until I found the other end post. 

A bump with my thigh told me I was centered on the post, so I rose on my tip-toes and slid the ball into my hot, wet pussy. I'd only settled a little bit when the new fall touched the one inside me with a click. I leaned into it and pulled back with my hips, and the ball compressed my G-spot with a pleasant pinch. Between the two balls, I was really full, and as I rose and fell on the post, I was in heaven, I increased the speed and the depth, and the inner ball began to push on my cervix as if it were a really big cock. Just as my calf muscles threatened to give out, a massive orgasms boiled out of my center, and I howled my pleasure, "OOhhmmmmaaaaaa! Huuhhhhmmmsss! Aaaaaaajjimmmm! Uhhhhhhhhhh!"

My pussy clenched hard against the rigid balls it held captive, and I could hear the squishing as I contracted in waves against the smooth surfaces. My legs shook with fatigue, and when I could, I stood on my toes and moved my hips to the rear, not particularly surprised when the second ball clicked off the bedpost and slipped inside me with a liquid slurping sound. I sat on the edge of the bed, panting deeply, then scooted over to the center and fell backward, I couldn't tell where my arms were, but since I couldn't feel them under me, I was pretty sure I wasn't on top of them. I lay back on the bed and as my breathing slowed, I drifted into a deep sleep.

I awoke with a start, and it took a few moments to recapture what had been going on. Some things had changed while I was asleep. I opened my eyes and found that I was still blind, but now I could feel my entire body in exquisite detail. My hands were on my chest between my breasts and my navel and I was still unable to move them. I felt the balls still inside of me, although when I tried to clench my pussy, nothing happened. The entrance to my vagina felt cold, and I thought it was probably because the last ball was holding me open. 

A few more experiments showed that, with the exception of my mouth and my useless eyes, I was totally paralyzed from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. As I lay there wondering what Owen had planned for me today, it occurred to me that it might actually be the day after the fun had started, and if so, I was going to miss picking up Betsy at the airport. I was concerned but not panicked, because I knew she could find her way to my house. I did wonder what she would think when she walked into my bedroom and found me, naked on the bed with two bronze balls up my vagina, unable to explain anything or even nod in response to her questions. I may have even fouled the bed, although I think I would have known if I had. I sniffed deeply and smelled nothing, not even myself. Apparently, it was possible for Owen to turn off my sense of smell as well as all the other wondrous stuff.

I was pondering these questions and more when I felt the bed move a tiny bit. My heart leapt to my throat. Without my bidding, a primal groan left my mouth. It was as close to a scream of terror that I could produce. Someone was in the room with me! A hand closed over my mouth and I knew I was going to die.



C.L.A.M.P. Ch. 02



About an hour after I'd hung up the phone from Ali's call, I got a call from Owen. We'd known each other for nearly ten years, in fact he had facilitated my meeting with Dr. Kate Abrevia, the surgeon and now friend who'd amputated my leg for me. 

When Ali had told me that they'd gotten together, I'd been overjoyed. She was my very best friend, and the fact that he'd treated her so well with the new partnership and their relationship had thrilled me to the core. In short, not only did I love Ali to death, I was deeply in Owen's debt and was ready to do whatever he needed to try to pay back the favors he'd done for me and for Ali. As he explained the new project and how he'd tapped into Ali's devotee fetish, I nearly creamed my panties. When he asked me to take over her experience and spend some "Girl" time with her, I'd screamed with excitement. I'd gotten instructions from him on the transmitter program he'd installed on my phone, and I'd used my time as Ali's first bi-sexual lover to further enhance her experience. He'd booked me on a private jet so that I could arrive a day earlier than Betsy had planned, and I took a cab to the airport, so excited I could barely sit still. 

It really made the trip so much nicer to fly on a private plane, since I could bring some toys that Ali and I had enjoyed in the past. I'd chosen to wear one of my peg-legs, since I was going to be pulling a couple of suitcases, which was impossible with crutches. I'd never had a prosthesis with a knee and foot, since the whole point of the amputation was to be one-legged. The pegs were a good compromise, and they were quite dramatic to wear and be seen in.

I'd chosen a fairly modest outfit (for me) to travel in. I wore a pearl thong under a black leather mid-thigh skirt. I chose my favorite deep royal blue silk blouse and a contrasting short sweater-vest to complete the outfit. A leather boot with a three inch heel made me over six feet tall, and my hair was up in a French braid and a black pony trailed down my back to my hips. My breasts are very small, so I only wear a bra for effect, and went without today, partially because the feeling of my large pierced nipples bobbing on the silk is entrancing, and partly because the combination of the heel and peg really makes my little boobs snap when I walk, and I can reach orgasm easily with just a short hike. 

My peg socket is carbon fiber with Japanese themed tattoos painted on by my favorite tattoo artist, Steve Anderson. Not coincidentally, they match the tattoos he's done on the rest of my body. I have a complete back piece and full sleeves on both arms. My stump is mid-thigh on my right side, and a pale pink and purple Japanese octopus is tattooed on it all the way around, legs extending up my leg to my waist, one each appearing to disappear into my pussy and asshole. Another leg goes into the pussy of a traditional Geisha in the center of my back. Not everybody's cup of tea, but very definitely mine. 

I walked into "Million-Air" and gave my name to a pretty woman dressed in a blue business suit, and she had a young man take my luggage, after I'd placed the sweater vest in the largest of the roller bags. I could almost hear his eyes as they danced back and forth between my chest and my peg. The woman, whose name tag said "Lisa", offered me a glass of champagne. I declined but said that I'd take Guinness Stout if they had it. She smiled and returned shortly with a frosty pint glass and led me into a nice lounge on the airport side of the business. I sat at a small bistro table, hopping up onto the high padded stool easily, my peg stretched out in front of me like a gun barrel (and yes, I had gone as Cherry Darling from 'Planet Terror' for Halloween last year). After I'd arranged myself, she'd placed the glass in front of me and asked if there was anything else she could do for me. Her face was quite lovely, and my heart did a little jump as I noticed that she was missing her right hand and was wearing a non-functional prosthetic.

"Not unless you are going on the plane with me, and then you could keep me company," I replied, shyly.

"That would be a nice trip, I think, and I am technically off now," She answered back with a dazzling smile. "Let me check if the fuel load is OK. The person who paid for the flight pays both ways, so let's see, if you're serious, of course?"

"I'd like to get to know you better, Lisa, if that's okay with you."

"Let me check with the pilot, and I'll be right back. She walked through the door labeled "Flight Operations" and disappeared.

She returned in a few minutes, having changed out of her smart blue suit and skirt. Her ash colored shoulder-length hair was down and she wore belled jeans over boots with a peach colored peasant blouse. She'd taken off her prosthetic and I was fascinated to see her slim stump, apparently ending right at the wrist. No scars were noticeable, so it was probably congenital. Her breasts were encased in some sort of a jog bra, but the swell gave the impression of extreme size.

"If you're ready, we can board the plane, now, Ms. Roberts."

"Lead the way, Lisa, and I will surely follow, and by the way, my name is Betsy."

"Betsy it is, then," She held open the door and placed her stump on my shoulder as I passed her, applying light pressure to guide me and sliding it gently down my back until it rested on my hip as we walked. 

We exited under a red-carpeted awning toward the jet, which sat on a spotless red carpeted pad. The pilot and co-pilot, both women, stood at attention and saluted as we approached. I found it intensely embarrassing, and the flush on my face betrayed me. Lisa chuckled and asked the pilots to relax. They did, giving Lisa hugs and obviously happy that she would be coming along. As I stood behind her, I noticed glass plugs in her ears, probably ¾ of an inch in diameter. The front of the glass was a stunning iridescent blue, which complemented her light blue-gray eyes nicely. Visions of light silk scarves threaded through those holes to disable her arms made my head swim for a minute, and when I came back to myself, Lisa was introducing me to the flight crew. 

Janet, the pilot, gave off a slightly butch attitude, clearly business-like. She gave me a firm handshake and a head nod. Elizabeth was softer and gave me a handshake followed by a nice hug. They lead the way up the stairs into the Gulfstream G250.

The interior was softly lit, and the dark wood shone in contrast with the cream colored leather. The crew went right to work, and within a few moments we were rolling. As we taxied, Lisa sat beside me and asked if I needed anything.

"Not that I know of, Lisa. Besides, you're off duty, right?"

"Well, yes, but you are still the client, and I need to take care of you until we touch down at the destination, okay?"

"How long is the flight?"

"About three hours, give or take, so I'll be serving lunch in about an hour. Do you have any special dietary needs?" I felt like telling her that I ate nothing but pussy, but I didn't actually know her that well, so I just said, "Anything you'd find at an Irish pub would be fine."

"Well," she smiled. "I took note of your previous request and had the ground crew load some more beer. I chose a couple of local micros that I think you will like."

"I only have one rule with beer, Lisa. If you can see through it, I'm not drinking it."

"Great. I think you will like the Deschutes Brewery Obsidian Stout, then."

"Perfect! Can you join me?"

"I'd love to. As soon as we're airborne, I'll be back." She walked to the back of the plane and strapped in. It was fascinating watching how she used her round, slender stump.

Soon the engines throttled back and the nose dropped into a gentler climb, and Lisa appeared at my side with a pair of bottles on a tray and two frosted glasses. "I have a disadvantage when it comes to bottles. I wonder if you'd help me with these?" She held up her stump for me to see, and gave me the bottle opener. She nudged the closest bottle toward me with her stump and I opened it and poured for her, then repeated the process. I took the tray from her and sat it on the table next to us, and then reached for her short arm. I raised it to my mouth and slowly drew my tongue along its length from elbow to tip. "You had some dampness on this, and I didn't want it to drip." I said softly.

"If there is any danger of something dripping on this plane, it's me," she whispered. I took her stump and slid it into my mouth, deep-throating it almost half way to the elbow.

Her eyes closed and she said, "Sweet Jesus! I've always wanted that. How did you know?" 

"I didn't. It's just that I know how nice it feels to have your stump pampered."

"Can I see yours?"

"Sure. Would you like to take the socket off?"

"Could I?"

"I wish you would, darlin'. Just unscrew the little plug there on the inside, and then pull."

She slid the socket off, followed by the silicone sock, dropping the parts on the thick carpet; and then took my stump in her hands and brought it to her face. Eyes closed, she rubbed it gently across her face and eyes, then gathered the loose end of skin in her hands and kissed it tenderly. 

"My God, it's just wonderful. I have wanted one of these all of my life, and to touch yours is affecting me nearly beyond my ability to describe. The end is so soft and mobile! The bone doesn't start until way up here!" She pointed to the moving bump four inches from the end of my flesh.

"I know. I custom designed it this way, so that it would be exactly as I wanted it. I gave the surgeon a drawing with measurements a week before she did it. I almost screwed myself, though; I did it to make it hard to change my mind about wearing a prosthesis, and there is so much empty leg on the end that wearing my peg requires a very special socket that extends to my butt. If I had it to do over again, I might have left more bone."

She looked up, eyes sad and her brow furrowed. "It's not a nice thing to make fun of me; I thought you'd understand. I was quite serious when I said I wanted one just like it."

I took her hand and stump in my hands. "I'm not mocking you, Lisa. I had the surgeon make it to order."

"Was it cancer? I mean how else would you have a week to plan?" 

"No, Lisa. I had over a year to plan. It took me that long to raise the money to take the time off. I didn't have cancer, or an accident. I made an appointment with the surgeon, and she took my leg off where I wanted it off."

Her face twisted and she started to cry. She looked at me and said, through her tears, "You mean there really is a place where they can do this for me?"

"Yup. She's a good friend of mine, and I'd be happy to give you her office number. She'll want to talk to you but she won't refuse you, partly because she truly wants to help and partly because she is an AK amputee voluntarily herself, so she knows what you're going through."

"My God, this is just too good to be true." She patted my stump gently with hers as she gathered herself. "What is the tattoo, Betsy?"

"It's a Japanese octopus. All my Tattoos have a Japanese theme."

"How many do you have?" Betsy asked, sliding one of my sleeves up with her stump.

"Just one, but it covers almost half my body."

"Amazing! Can I see it, please?"

"Well, I'd love to show it to you, but I'd have to get naked to do it. Is that a problem?"

"Only if you don't let me help you get undressed."

I put my foot out, and Lisa pulled my boot off, and then my stocking. I stood, hopping to maintain my balance even though I didn't need to. Lisa's eyes went wide, staring at my stump as the empty lower half trembled and shook with my movements. I hopped toward her and dropped my arms at my side as she unbuttoned my silk blouse and let it slide down my arms to the floor. She unzipped my skirt, and it fell to my ankle. I stood before her in my pearl thong, rotating slowly to show off my tattoo, and she actually gasped as she saw my pierced nipples. 

"Fuuuuuck," she whispered. "I don't know what to play with first. The piercings are so sexy, and your nipples are so...chewy looking." 

"Please don't think about it too long, Lisa. We only have three hours. I don't want to complicate your choice, but you might want to check out the pearl thong." I sat on the lounge chair behind me and put my stump on one armrest, my long leg on the other."

Lisa's breath hissed in through her grinning teeth as she saw my pussy. I have ten gold rings in my outer lips, and one in the hood of my clit. They overlap and I slide a golden rod through them, effectively locking my pussy closed. There is a permanent ball on the back of the rod, which teases my anus when I sit just right, and another ball threaded onto the front, just ahead of the clit ring. This morning, I had tucked my long, wrinkled inner labia into my vagina, put the pearls between my lips and locked the rod through the rings, trapping my panties inside them. 

"What do I do?" she asked in confusion.

"Come over and stand in front of me, Lisa."

She moved quickly to the front of the chair. I pulled out on the elastic neck of the peasant top and slid it under her fabulous breasts. They hung heavy on her chest, covering her navel, pear-shaped and pendulous. I lifted them in my hands, astonished at the weight. She appeared to have no areolas at all; the skin on her breasts was the same color all the way to her nipples, which were both inverted.

"I'm sorry they're not pretty like yours, Betsy."

Whoa. Who'd been in this girls head? Having never had breasts to speak of, I'd kill to have a pair like these. Well, almost like these anyway. I had to work fast here.

"Are you kidding me, Lisa? These are the most amazing tits I've ever seen. I'd give anything to have a pair just exactly like them! God, just feel them. They're like a force of nature."

"Once you had them, I think you'd change your mind, Betsy. They look like cow's udders, except for the nipples, which are worse than useless. They are so heavy, and I get a rash underneath them if I get too hot. If I try to work out, I have to wear three jog bras, or they hurt."

"Get down on your knees for me, Okay?" I said. She knelt in front of me. I pulled her to me and raised my stump. I began to caress her left breast with the top of my stump, lifting her tit-flesh with my soft thigh remnant. They were nearly the same width, and the curvature at the bottom of my stub was very much like the bottom of her breast. I balanced her tit on the end of my stump and touched it gently with both my hands, molding it and squeezing gently. I reached underneath it and squeezed my stump together with her breast, feeling the warmth as they slid against each other. 

"You don't see the similarities, do you?" I asked.

"I guess not; what do you mean?"

"Close your eyes and hold out your...hand," I commanded softly. I took her hand and her firm stump in mine and used them to squeeze her breast. "Squeeze softly and feel the density, the weight." I shifted her grasp to my upraised stump. "Now feel this. The flesh is warm and silky smooth. It molds in your fingers and moves if you shake it a little, just like your magnificent breast, doesn't it?" I shook my stump within her grasp, and she opened her eyes to watch as the ripples of motion wove across the spongy mass. "If it just had a nipple, it would be just like a breast, wouldn't it? You have two wonderful stumps, except that they each have a nipple. Frankly, Lisa, I'm jealous."

Lisa had my stump between her arm stump and hand, and her eyes took on a far away look as she examined me. She traced the scars around the back, tilting my stump up to the ceiling and running her fingers and the end of her stump lightly all around. 

"Move the bone, please?" she whispered.

I began to rotate my Femur in little circles. The motion was barely perceptible with my stump held so firmly. I widened the circles, and Lisa's eyes closed and her hips began to pump lazily. Her nipples took on a rosy color deep in their little wells. I lifted one breast in my hands and brought it to my mouth, where I applied significant suction to the little crater. I was rewarded simultaneously with the feeling of a little 'pop' as it reversed itself to project a little from the surrounding tissue, and with a little grunt as Lisa felt it pop out. I was betting the piercer could work wonders with these tiny jewels, and I made a mental note to follow up on the thought.

By now, my femur was making a circle the size of a saucer, and I was getting a little horny. As if reading my mind, Lisa balanced my stump on the end of her arm stump and began to slide one of her elegantly manicured long nails up and down the rod containing my labial rings. The vibration transmitted directly to my clit, my pussy and my anus simultaneously, and I slid a hand up to the flat plane of my chest and found an engorged brown nipple to tug on. 

"May I take the lock off your pussy, please?" she asked quietly. 

"Yes, please." I answered.

She looked into my eye and touched my unoccupied nipple with her handless arm. "You have to help me, I'm crippled."

My pussy clenched, hard, and I gasped out loud. She'd found one of my triggers; the "I can't do it for myself, I'm just a cripple" one. Oh yeah, this was amazing.

When I opened my eyes, she was staring at me, and I could see the balance of power had just shifted. No longer was she the student. I maintained eye contact and reached behind myself to hold the rod as she unscrewed the golden ball next to my clit. When it was off, she put it in her mouth after licking it sensuously. Her eyes snapped back to my pussy as I slid forward enough that the rod would slip out of the rings. She took it out of my hand and put the end into her mouth. When it came out, the golden ball was threaded on the shaft.

"Talented tongue?" I said softly.

"You have no idea." She answered.

It was my turn to say, "Fuuuck."

Lisa hooked her index finger into the rings next to my asshole and gently separated them. When the pearls became visible, she moved them to the side and spread my lips between her thumb and fingers. As she did, her eyes widened as my dark brown lips fell out of my body like a butterfly spreading its wings. At the last moment, the two 10 gauge golden soldered rings fell out of my vagina and stretched my lips downward to their full two inch length.

Lisa exclaimed, "Oh Jesus! I know what I'm having for lunch." I shuddered again. She stood quickly and began to strip. When her blouse came out from under her tits, the shook with an amazing series of shudders and almost immediately began to swing sideways as she bent over to take off her pants and Vic's boy shorts. Her pussy was shaved like mine, but there the similarity ended. Her mound was quite pronounced, and her clit was in a delicate hood very high on her pubic bone, projecting its tiny swollen pink head straight forward like a little cock. She put a leg up on the seat in front of my stump, and it was my turn let my eyes go wide. 

Where my pussy was all abundance and exorbitant sexuality, hers was as fragile appearing as a rose petal. She appeared to have neither outer nor inner labia, and her vagina opened flat onto a delicate pink plane bordered on one end by her slightly puckered anus, and on the other by a slightly projecting bump with a hole in the center that was her urethra. The entrance to her vagina was slightly ruffled and curved in a flattened oval somewhat like a smile, and it pulsed with her heartbeat. As I stared, transfixed, a pearl of silver liquid oozed out of the smiling mouth, and fell toward the floor, its progress slowed by a thinning strand of lubricant. I reached out quickly and caught the pearl on my fingertip and brought it to my tongue. It tasted tart, and sweet, and the scent of her arousal wafted to me like ambrosia. 




C.L.A.M.P. Ch. 02



I slid down the front of the chair until I was seated on the floor, and I pulled Lisa down with me. she knelt over me on knees and elbows. Her breasts lay upon mine like great warm pillows, and I buried my face in them and inhaled her scent. She lowered her mouth to mine and we kissed, gently, but with some urgency as well. I opened my mouth to her, and her tongue slid in quickly but tenderly. I felt hardness as her tongue barbell clicked on my teeth, and when she found the first of my two, she moaned her passion into my mouth.

She sat back on her haunches, to my great disappointment, and her arm stump slid over my pubic bone firmly. She rubbed it on the entrance to my pussy, separating my pierced lips gently. 

"Would you mind if this crippled girl fucked you with her useless little stump?"

My cunt clenched so hard it squirted fluid onto her thigh as I inhaled sharply. Her arm slid into me as she said, "I'm gonna take that as a yes." 

Her slim stump felt like a large dildo, but warm and much more animated. Her shoulder tensed as she pushed her arm deep into my wet sheath. When she reached my cervix, she started to rotate the tip of her stump around the outer margin of the roof of my vagina. The feeling was beyond anything I've ever felt, and I started to pant. "Ohh!! Uuh, uhh,,,,uhh,,,.uhh,,,uhh! I wish you could, Uhh...Uhh, feel this, Lisa!" 

I slid my leg stump under her breasts and started to move them left to right, looking down as they started to swing like creamy pendulums. Lisa looked at me through hooded eyes. "You really do like my tits don't you, Betsy?"

"You...UHH1 are a...UUHHMM!...stunning package,,,,UUHHHgonnacum soon...Keep fucking me!"

"You mean with this pitiful little arm stump, baby?" she said, pulling out of me so fast my cunt made a popping sound.

"PUT IT BACK!...Please Put your stump back in my body and FUCKMEEEEEE!" She leaned back down and stuck her stump in me almost up to the elbow, shook her tits side to side and slapped my clit softly over and over with her fingers as I watched with slitted eyes. The tip of her abbreviated arm ran laps around my cervix and slapped into my cunt with all the power of her shoulder.

"OHHFUCKGONNACUMGONAACUMMMMMM... NOWW!" My stump vibrated in the air, my heel kicked spasmodically at the carpet, and I nearly pulled both my nipples clear off my tits as I had the orgasm of a lifetime. I gripped the carpet with my left hand and a table leg with the other as my pelvic floor rippled and spasmed, my nipples so engorged that the golden rings stood on edge instead of laying flat against my skin. Lisa's shoulder dipped rhythmically as my vagina spasmed on her stump, causing her tits to sway lazily. 

Lisa stood over me and drained one of the beer bottles in a series of deep swallows. I rolled over onto my tummy and brought my knee under me to stand. Lisa held her stump out to me and I took it to help me rise. I bounced in place a couple of times to balance, and Lisa sat back on the chair, reclining and spreading her legs. She slid her stump under her right breast and lifted it to her mouth, where she held it as she licked in a circle around the well of a nipple. Her hand rubbed the beer bottle across her smooth, lipless pussy until she started a screwing motion with the bottom, and as I watched in fascination, her tiny hole stretched open further and further until the bottle slid into her body up to the neck. 

"I usually like a nice big rubber cock in my hole, but this will have to do. Come kiss me, Betsy."

I hopped to her, flipping my stump for effect as I moved. I sat on her leg, my stump patting rapidly against the beer bottle hanging obscenely out of her body, and leaned into her to kiss her pouting mouth. My tongue found hers and she inhaled as I pushed my stump at the bottle and slid my pussy on her thigh. I had to search to find her clit, but her growled "right there!" told me I'd found it at last. I felt like a wild woman, rocking my hips, slapping the bottle with my stump, frigging her clit with one hand and pulling on her hair with the other as I kissed her.

Her breathing sped up, and she backed away from my mouth to inhale as she started to cum. Her body went rigid, her teeth bared as she hissed her pleasure at me. Her boobs started to shake and her stump went straight out to her side and shook as she went over the top. "UUHoooooh!!! UNNH!, UUH...UHH FUCKKKK!"

She sat backward abruptly, and I slid off her lap and fell onto the couch beside her. My pussy was loose and gaping open from the session with Lisa's arm, and I was leaking pussy juice. I leaned forward and grabbed the bar towel off the beer tray and slid it under my ass before I stained the leather seat. I cleaned up and got dressed. Lisa seemed to have gone to sleep, which was okay; she had to fly back after I got off. 

I covered Lisa with a blanket, and found one for myself and sat down beside her, placing my head on her shoulder. After a short nap, I got up and hopped to the bathroom in the rear. I had just returned to my seat when the first officer popped her head out of the cockpit door and said with a smile, "You girls done? We've been circling the airport for a while now. The tower was getting ready to get the fire trucks out." I nodded, embarrassed, and said, "Thanks for the extra time. We lost track a while back, I'm afraid. I hope it wasn't a problem?"

"Nothing a few extra minutes with the soap and a cold shower won't fix. You're welcome on board, anytime, Betsy, but the next time I'm gonna have Lisa fly and I'll come back for some play time. Better buckle up, OK?" She closed the door after I said I would fasten Lisa's belt as well as my own. I quickly got a washcloth and washed her face and her pussy for her while she woke up. After we got dressed, we sat together and exchanged information and numbers while we descended and landed. As I stepped to the stairs to descend, the flight crew came out onto the landing by the front entrance. This time I got a hug and a kiss from each of the pilots before I descended the stairs. 

A black limousine awaited me at the bottom of the stairs. As the driver rounded the rear of the car, I was astonished to see that she was a 'little person'. She took my bags and placed them into the trunk, then opened the door and handed me into the back seat. She introduced herself as Brianna in a lovely Irish accent, and opened a bottle of Cristal from an ice bucket near the door. Gentle music came from the stereo as we drove, and as we turned up the drive to Ali's home, I was quite relaxed and totally ready for my performance. I had checked up on Ali's fun and games on my iPhone as we'd driven from the airport, and Owen put her to sleep just as we turned onto her street. It had been all I could do to sit and watch as she had her blind-sim, handicapped experience in the bedroom. When he'd used the CLAMP to put her to sleep and change her programming, it had taken all of my will power to keep from jilling off again.

Brianna unloaded my luggage and placed it inside the front door before she'd helped me out of the car. She gave me a card with her information on it as she shut the door, smiled and said, "Nice Peg, Darlin'." I gave her a fifty dollar tip and promised to "Use" her the next time I was in town. I put away my clothes and got my toys ready as Ali slept. I put on a black leather corset and my favorite 'disguise perfume', Tabu, so that Ali wouldn't recognize my scent, not realizing that Owen had turned off her sense of smell already. As she awoke, her sightless eyes darting around in a vain search for images, I placed my hand gently on her mouth to still her meaningless noises. Her eyes began to show panic, and her breathing increased sharply as her eye strained to see. It was obvious that she was frightened, so I removed my hand and kissed her gently and passionately. Her moans changed from frightened to frustrated, and as I removed my mouth from hers, she made kissing motions with her lips as if she could pull me in with her lovely mouth. And you know what? 

It worked. 

But that's another story.