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Fay Ch. 01

By: rmlooker



Fay never liked getting up in the morning; she was more an afternoon/night type. She turned the alarm off and contemplated her day at work. Using her left arm she pushed herself upright in bed and pushed her paralyzed right leg over to the edge with her good left leg. She scooted towards her wheelchair alongside the bed and using her left arm again, and left leg, got over on the chair. She went into the bathroom and sitting on the john backwards did her thing and got back on her chair and into the shower and on to the bench. She washed everything including what was left of her right shoulder. She shaved her legs and the very atrophied right one did not take much time. Her muscular left one, a little longer. 

She rinsed off good and dried herself putting the towel on her wheelchair seat for her bottom. She brushed her teeth, ran a comb through her short hair and rolled into the bedroom to get dressed. She got a bra and thong and her "uniform" out. It was always a white, short sleeve, knit top and Culotte type pants that went to just above her knees, both white. She took hold of her long leg, locking knee brace and slipped it on to her right leg. She fastened the straps that held it on, one just below her knee, a knee cap with 4 buckles, a strap just above her knee and another strap at the top of the brace which was at the very top of her leg. He foot rested in a plastic piece that had been heat formed to fit around the bottom and sides of her foot. 

She managed to get the foot into a white walking shoe that was built up just over an inch. The shoe used a Velcro strap as she was unable to tie shoe strings with only one hand. She also pulled her left shoe on and fastened the Velcro strap. Fay lived in the north central part of the country and worked at a VA hospital in the physical therapy department teaching amputees how to use their arm prosthesis. She had three of them at work, and depending on what type of prosthesis the patient used, determined what type she wore. One was a simple arm with hooks, another was more advanced with a thumb and index finger that worked and the last was a bionic one where all five of the fingers worked. 

She personally did not like to wear any of the arms and left all three at the hospital when she went home. Whichever arm she had on at work did not matter as she was an expert with all of them. She had been in the first Iraq war and was wounded badly there. She lost all of her right arm including part of the shoulder and shrapnel hit several nerves in her hip and leg that paralyzed her right leg. Part of the upper leg bone was also shattered accounting for the shortened leg. The bone was in bits and pieces and when all of that was removed, and the pin put in to hold it together, it was shorter than her left leg. That all happened around 10 years ago so she had become quite adept at using her brace to walk. 

She was still in the military and assigned as a medical technician to her current position which she loved. She put her bra on, slid the thong up her legs along with her pants. She was able to stand and locked her brace then pulled the thong and pants up to finish dressing. She looked in the mirror and liked what she saw. Her 36 D breasts filled out the top, she was 5'6" tall and a slim build. Fay got her forearm crutch, put her left arm through the ring and took hold of the handle. She walked with the crutch into the kitchen and fixed a cup of tea and some toast. She was used to only using one arm and hand and did things quickly. After she was done she got her purse and headed to her car in the garage. The apartment she lived in had been adapted for her wheelchair use. 

She got in her car and twisted slightly so she could use her left leg and foot on the gas and brake. It would be much easier to use hand controls but with only one arm she needed that to steer the car. She got to work and the hospital was great about having lots of handicap parking spaces for both the employees and the patients. She crutched into the hospital enjoying the walk even though it was not that easy for her. Fay had to get into a rhythm, lifting her right leg and swinging it through with her hip. The brace was heavy but she liked how her leg looked with it on. She almost never used her wheelchair at work but did use it often when she was shopping or other things outside. 

She clocked in and checked her assignment sheet to see which patients she was seeing today and which prosthetic arm she needed to put on. She was happy to see that her three patients in the morning had simple arms with hooks. This was her favorite arm to use and wear. She went to her locker and put her purse in and got the arm out. She put the shoulder cup over her knit top and gently pushed the arm into the wall holding it in place while she fastened the straps. She put her left arm through the leather strap and got it up her arm and over her shoulder. This was the wire that operated the hooks. When she moved her left shoulder forward the hooks opened and relaxing it let the hooks close. Different movements elsewhere caused the arm to flex up at the elbow or extend back down. 

Fay wore it over her top so the patient could see it clearly and what movement she made did what to the arm. She got her crutch and went into her treatment room and got the things she needed set up. Her first patient was a new one and had only had his arm for about a week so they were still doing basic things. Just as she got ready Mark was brought in to the room by the PT orderly. He was in a wheelchair while his leg wounds healed. He had also lost his right hand and forearm but it was badly damaged and not ready for a prosthetic. His left arm was gone above his elbow. They chit chatted as Fay got his left arm on and fastened in place. She ran the wire behind his shoulders and put the leather shoulder strap on. He had no trouble moving the right shoulder, so he was able to operate the hooks with it. 

She had him move his right shoulder forward and the hooks opened fine. She had him hold it for a while explaining he needed to practice this movement. She then had him slowly relax the shoulder so the hooks would close slowly. Sometime he would need to grasp something gently and not just let his hooks close rapidly she explained. They did that several times then she added having him pick up something and move it to another position on the table. This brought into play his having to use a different muscle in the arm that caused the forearm to lift up. This was the main thing she wanted him to learn now, not necessarily griping something with the hooks. But that gave him a goal to work towards. 

Mark seemed to be a fast learner and he soon had bringing his forearm up and down mastered. She then threw in using his stump to raise the arm out from his body while he was lifting his forearm. This changed the configuration of the wires some and so it changed how the lift went. She had not warned him of this and he got a puzzled look on his face when the forearm stopped lifting. He soon caught on and was able to accomplish the task. As it turned out he needed to do both movements to get the arm to clear the table and then he could move his stump towards the object he was to move, move his right shoulder and open the hooks, move them into position and slowly let them close and grasp the object!! He did it first try and they were both very happy. She had him set it down, release it and move his arm back to his lap.

Mark had been at it for just over an hour and was surprised at how fast the time flew but was very happy with himself for the progress. Fay gave him a big hug and told him how great he had done. She removed the arm and stump sock and put it away. Patients were not able to take the arm to their room until they became more proficient so they did not learn bad habits. She told him if he progressed as fast as he had this past week he could keep his arm very soon. She asked him how his other arm was coming and he said not good, they might have to take more off as it did not want to heal right. She said she was sorry to hear that but hang in there, everything would work out. He said he was ok and there was a patient in his same area that had lost both arms and one leg and he was going fantastic. 

She noticed that he, like all of her patients, was looking her over good. The straps on her arm fit in such a way that they seemed to go around her breasts and accentuate them. It did not bother her one bit; she liked to give them something to think about. Fay liked to work with amputees very much and liked being one herself. Since her injury and working with other crippled vets, she had become a devotee. Her next two patients were farther along in their rehab. One only had one arm missing and the other had both an arm and leg missing. She was a female and had been a truck driver that hit an IUD. Margo was making progress but felt sorry for herself. She kept thinking that her life was ruined.

She was an attractive woman, used to dating all the time. She felt that no man, or woman for that matter, would pay her any attention anymore. Fay just kept after her about her attitude just like she kept after her to use her prosthetics right. Margo had learned to use her above knee prosthetic much faster than her arm. She did not have much of a stump left as her arm had been blown off along with her leg. Both were on the left side. He arm stump was so short it was hard to move the whole arm around. Fay had started making her look at her arm, of which nothing was left, to show what she could do. Margo was starting to come around and Fay had a plan she was going to spring on her today.

Margo wore her prosthetics all the time and she walked into the PT room and greeted Fay. They went to work working on arm movements first. Margo had a "C" leg which is the new modern one and she did not try to hide either of her limbs. After working on the arm stuff Fay said she had a bet for her. Margo asked what it was. Fay said she would get a pass for her and they would go out to dinner Friday and a bar after. The bet was that Margo would have several, meaning more than 4 men, hit on her. If so, Fay won the bet and Margo had to pay for the meal and drinks. Margo thought that was an easy bet for her to win and took her up on it.

Fay said one change to make on you and brought out a peg leg. Margo's eyes got real big and she said will it fit me. Fay said it would as it was made from the same cast her "C" leg came from. Margo was hesitant but finally decided to try it. Fay helped her change legs and for Margo to stand up on it. She said wow it was so much more comfortable and took a few steps. She was able to walk across the room without any help first try. She was thrilled with it and asked if she could keep it. Fay said yes and that is what you will wear Friday night. That stopped Margo in her tracks but she thought for a few seconds and said deal. 

Fay asked her if she had anything to wear and she said only some shorts and tops. Fay said that would be great and she would wear the same. Margo agreed and they set up the plan. Margo was a couple of inches taller than Fay but was on the thin side as her injuries had done a job on her. Like Fay she had large breasts and Fay noticed she went braless most of the time. Fay wondered if she would be that way on Friday. They spent the last of the hour with Margo walking with her peg leg and how to sit and release the lock at the knee joint. As she left Fay grinned at her and said very sexy. Margo grinned back at her.

Her afternoon patients use "bionic" arms so Fay switched after lunch and worked with those two patients. Her last patient of the day was up on the inpatient floor. She liked to go up there and get out of the department. Her patient had lost all of his limbs and the bomb blast did a lot of other damage to him. He had one stump just above the elbow, and she was doing exercises trying to get some strength and range of motion back in it. She did not wear her arm when she went to see him and she knew he could see her braced leg. She wanted him to know he was not the only one with severe injuries in the world. They had hit it off good and he was always glad to see her. She tried to always have a joke for him as he always had one for her.

Fay had spent time with him other than exercise time. He had no family or friends in the area to visit with him. A couple of times they had talked so long his dinner tray came and she fed him so it would not get cold. She was sure that as busy as the floor people were he had eaten several cold meals. Today as she was working with his arm she noticed a tent form in the area of his penis. Tim knew she had seen it and he said he was sorry. Fay said nothing to be sorry about, she was glad he was feeling better and thanks for the complement. She worked with his stump a while longer and it did not go away. She asked if he had a girl friend and he said not any more. Fay then moved down into his full line of sight and asked how long it had been since he had cum.

He blushed hard and finally answered about 6 weeks. One of the night nurses had masturbated him a couple of times but she had been transferred. Fay said ok and that they had worked enough with his arm today. She said she needed to go do some charting and left. She did chart his treatment then went back into his room. She told him she was off duty now and she wanted to stay and talk with him for a while. They had done this before and Tim was always glad for her company. Fay had worn her white lab coat up and she took it off and asked if she could use his bathroom for a minute. He said sure and she went in and took her bra off and left her top pulled out of her pants. 

When she went back in he could immediately see she was braless. Fay closed and locked the room door and went over to his bed. She asked if he would mind if she pulled the covers down and he said no. She did and looked his body over. He was still in a full body cast for his back injury and both of his legs were gone at the hip. His penis started to get hard and he had a catheter in. She said to him wow, you are nice and big. Tim grinned and said thanks. Fay put a towel on the cast so his cum would not make a mess. She asked if the nurse had done him with the catheter in and he said yes, she even pulled on it which put a lot of pressure on his prostate from the inside. She took him in her only hand and started exploring him, noting the huge head of his penis. She stroked down his shaft and explored his balls which were also very large. 

She gently pulled on them pulling they away from his body. She moved up the side of the bed a little and removed her top. Her large breasts rode up and out on her chest and her nipples were very distended. She encouraged him to move his stump to them which he did. He could only get to one breast as she stretched her arm to keep masturbating him. He moaned a couple of times that it all felt so good. Within a short time he said he was going to cum and he did, a big load on to the towel. Fay kept it up for a while, and then he said for her to stop as he was very sensitive with the catheter in. She wiped his cum from her hand on the towel and then moved up to his head. 

She found the button that lowered the bed and put it down some. She leaned her breasts over his mouth holding herself up with her arm on the bed across him. She fed him her nipple and he sucked it very good. She moved them back and forth so each breast got some attention. She wished there was an extra hand somewhere to get to her clit. She knew her thong was soaked. Fay finally straightened up and said hope that is better for you and Tim said much better. I wish there was some way we could do more, you are a very sexy woman. Fay ran her hand down his cheek and said hurry and get better, you never know what might happen. She picked up the towel and pulled the sheets back up. She threw the towel in with the other dirty linen and put her top and lab coat back on. She told Tim she would see him later and he said he hoped so and she left.

Everyone was gone when she got back down stairs. She got her purse and went out to her car and headed home. She picked up some Chinese food on the way and when she got home she put it in the kitchen and went immediately to her bedroom. She undressed, left her brace on, and got on the bed. Her hand immediately went to her breasts and then between her legs. She pulled her good leg up and out so she had good access to her pussy. Her hand went to her engorged pussy lips and started to pull and rub them. She soon had her finger in her vagina then added two more. As she rubbed her G-spot, her thumb found her clit and she came big time over and over seeing and reliving what she had done this afternoon with Tim. 

This had not been the first time she had gotten one of her patients off, and a lot of the nurses did the same, especially the long term patients that could not do themselves. Fay relaxed in bed for a few minutes then got up on the side of the bed, took her brace off then got in her wheelchair. She went into the bathroom and into the shower and washed good. She dried off, got back in her chair and ran her hand through her short hair. In her bedroom she but an old short blouse she used around the house, left it unbuttoned, and went into the kitchen to fix something to eat. She was good with only one arm and hand and soon had something to eat ready. She ate and got the kitchen cleaned up.

As she finished the door buzzer went off. Fan wheeled to the intercom and asked who it was. A voice she immediately recognized answered and said she was here for her house call. Fay laughed and buzzed the outer door open. A few minutes there was a tap at her door and she looked through the lower peep hole and confirmed who it was. She opened the door and rolled back out of the way. A tall, blond woman walked in and leaned over and the two kissed full on the lips. Fay said hi to Sheri and they went into the living room. They laughed and giggled like school girls about things that had happened since they last saw each other two weeks ago. Fay had made no effort to cover herself up. 

Sheri was a bilateral arm amputee with the right side being a forequarter amputation, everything was gone there, arm, shoulder joint, scapula, clavicle and the skin was down on her ribs. The left side was an above elbow, about half way up. She wore a simple hook prosthesis on the left with special hook ups as there was no shoulder on the right to work the hooks. She had on a t-shirt and shorts with sandals. No underwear and Fay could see her camel toe as Sheri had her legs wide open to her. Fay said so your Horney tonight and Sheri said yes. Fay said well you are at the right place, so am I. Sheri stood and followed Fay to the bedroom. As Sheri entered the room she sniffed and said you must be, I can smell you and Fay laughed saying yes she had already started. 

Fay sat and watched Sheri get out of her clothing and she lay on the bed and undid the one strap that held her arm on with her foot and toes. Her pussy was fully exposed as she did so. Fay laughed again and said looks like you are very wet, you must have started also. Sheri said guilty but I sure need you to finish me. Fay took her top off and transferred to the bed and got beside Sheri. They kissed for sometime then Fay worked her way down her chest. Sheri had no breasts, just burn marks and skin grafts. She was in the turret of an armored vehicle at the machine gun when an explosion blew flaming material all over the truck. Her helmet and face shield saved her face and the lower part of the turret saved her lower body. But her arms and chest were burned very badly so her arms and breasts had to be removed or what was left of them.

Her left arm stump also had scars but she could still get use out of her prosthetic arm. Fay had tried to get Sheri to open herself up to men but she was still very self conscious of her burns and no breasts. She said the arms were no problem, just the burns and no breasts. Fay kissed areas that she knew Sheri had feeling in and worked her way down to her slopping wet pussy. She rested her armless side on the bed and used her hand to play with Sheri's big lips, clit and vagina. She got her off a couple of times then worked her face and mouth into play. Both Fay and Sheri had trimmed pubic hair. Fay loved to eat Sheri as she was so receptive to what was being done to her. She could have multiple orgasms and keep on going.


Fay 02 - Fay Goes Travelling Ch. 01



(Fay is 23 years-old with tumbles of ginger curls, pale blue eyes and huge, 32FF boobs. This story continues a year after the last 11, so no need to read them unless you want to! And if you'd like to know more about Steph or Sammy, I highly recommend you do an author search for mjmurra – characters used lovingly and with permission)




Fay walked out of the small, family-run hotel, blinking in the bright, mid-morning sunshine. She shaded her face with a hand as she idly brushed strands of her wavy, ginger hair out of her face and looked around. It'd been late when she'd driven into town last night, and this was her first chance to explore. As she looked up and down the quiet street, she mused on the previous year...

A year ago she'd been a sexually frustrated and curious 22-year old, but had quickly learned what delights were out there for a beautiful, filthy girl. Following the first week of furious exploration in which she'd discovered watersports, bedwetting, panty pooping, scat play, anal sex, BDSM, humiliation, gang-bangs, spanking, caning and more, her life had become a whirlwind. She started a lesbian relationship with her flatmate pushed herself to find her sexual limits – failing to find any!

Now, at 23-years old, and following a year of depraved and filthy sex on a near constant basis, she'd retained her youthful, clear looks and was still asked for ID when she tried to buy wine from the supermarket. Her wild mass of copper, wavy hair, petite, 5'3" size and cute clothes (she loved the 'schoolgirl' look and often favoured ankle or over-the-knee socks and short skirts with t-shirts or tight blouses) were often at odds with her eye-popping curves – most teens don't have such slim, shapely calves and soft, round thighs with a deliciously round and full bottom and tidy, ginger-fuzzed pussy, plus her petite waist and firm, pink-nippled boobs which were a tremendous 32FF and all natural. Today she was dressing down slightly in black leggings and a casual t-shirt that clung to her breasts in a sexy but not revealing way. Simple make-up and pumps completed her outfit. 

But whilst she looked as fresh as ever, she'd grown jaded and decided that what she really needed was a holiday rather than a new sexual experience. Her relationship with Nadia had broken down, and a complete break was the order of the day. So, one name-from-a-hat destination, trans-Atlantic flight and an hour's drive later, Fay found herself in a quiet, leafy town with no friends and, crucially, nobody knew anything about her. The hotel was quiet so she'd booked a week but let the owners know that she may extend. 

Right, she thought to herself, first order of business is to get some coffee inside me and then I need to get my bearings. She'd consciously decided to head to somewhere that nobody had heard of – she wanted a sedate, average town rather than a tourist trap. She didn't need attractions, just to decompress, read some books and recharge her batteries. But she needed to know where to eat and where to shop, too. Fay wasn't convinced that television was a suitable point of reference, but the town in reality looked much like the version in her head. Shops and boutiques in two-story buildings flanked the main road, with quiet, residential streets taking up most of the space. A school, an adult store (interesting...), a car dealership and, ah!, a that'll do the trick.

It was a bookshop, which was a great start as she'd left her Kindle at home and liked to read, so she could stock up. It also boasted a café, so she could grab a coffee and relax for a bit – after all, that was the whole point of the trip. Entering the store, Fay took a seat by the window so she could look out on the quiet street. The odd car drove past, but it was 11am on a weekday and most people would be at work or school. She exhaled deeply, settling into her seat and realising that she'd not felt this relaxed in a long time. The last year had certainly been fun, but she'd also started to feel stressed and tense. She gathered her tumbling hair back into a loose ponytail and then started to look over the menu. 

She was startled by a presence standing over her, and jumped slightly. 

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," smiled a rather beautiful girl in khaki trousers and a white polo shirt. "I said can I get you a drink?" Fay was slightly flustered. She'd developed a thing for girls in glasses and this girl was lovely, with enchanting green eyes as striking as Fay's pale blue ones and red hair, like herself. Snapping herself out of her reverie, realising she was possibly staring, she glanced back at the menu, as much as anything just to make herself stop staring at the waitress. 

"Yes, yeah, could I get a medium latte?"

"Oh, you're British?" The girl smiled again and Fay could only stare in reply. "We don't get many tourists here."

"No...I...yes, I'm maybe just...it's just a short break." Why am I incoherent, Fay shouted at herself in her mind. The girl smiled again.

"Ok, latte coming up." The khakis were very tight and the waitress had a great bottom, Fay observed. Then she stopped herself looking – this was supposed to be a break from all the debauched behaviour she'd been indulging, and on the very first morning she's checking out a waitress. So she can what? Lure her into a lesbian tryst before leaving town like some bad boy in a song? Fay shook her head in despair with herself and her silliness and went back to looking idly out of the window.

Fay almost totally managed not to ogle the waitress openly when she returned with the latte (Steph she was called, according to her name-badge) and said she'd maybe order food later. As she slowly drank her coffee, she wondered about herself and her plans. She knew that her thoughts were being stirred by the pretty girl in the glasses, but regardless, did a break mean no fun at all? That seemed a bit strong. She definitely needed to avoid some of the riskier things she'd been doing, but no fun at all would soon start to spoil her holiday, surely? Of course, logistics were an issue – she'd not gone a week without wetting the bed in the last twelve months, but she was in a hotel bed now, so she'd be too embarrassed and, besides, it was rude to her host. She'd also start craving a spanking within a few days if she knew her needs, but she knew precisely nobody in this town and did not want to start off her trip by getting arrested for indecency or something! She could wash her clothes in her room, though, so she figured that as long as she did not get too carried away then she could at least have some fun using her knickers as a toilet...

This thought was just crossing her mind when Steph returned to check on her. Fay blushed crimson, not that the young waitress could surely even have imagined what was on her mind, and ordered a second latte just to make the girl go away. This time she didn't try not to look, admiring the curve of her waitress' bottom in the tight uniform she wore. Great work, Fay, she thought, no way are you making it to the end of your first day without being bad! Her brain was full of half-conceived ideas, ranging from the plausible – somehow seducing Steph in the toilets – to the ridiculous – ravishing her on the table in full view of passers-by then getting Steph to spank her for her outrageous actions. Fay shivered, and was aware that her nipples had stiffened. Given the size of her boobs and thus the attention they attracted, she was always conscious that if her nipples were visibly poking against her t-shirt then this would get them even more admiring glances, and now surely was not the time. That said, her pussy was definitely wet, and she crossed her legs under the table, enjoying the slight pressure caused by her tight leggings. The two lattes had started to work through her system and she briefly pondered wetting herself there, revelling in the idea of being so dirty as to deliberately piss her pants in a café, but decided against as leaving a puddle of pee for Steph to mop up was unlikely to increase any remote chance she might have of getting the sexy, bespectacled girl into bed. 

She needed to get out of here before her fantasies took her too far, she decided. Leaving a generous tip on the table, she stood up, smiling shyly at the waitress as she left who shouted some cheery 'please come again' platitude. Fay dimly noticed a second waitress, shorter and pretty in a slightly saucier way. Unaccountably, she seemed to be almost glaring at Fay. What did I do to her? The redhead wondered as she walked back onto the street, nearly bumping into another customer – Yet another attractive girl? This town is hot! – as she exited.   

Fay's dirty desires, the one's she'd crossed the Atlantic to get a break from, had clearly come with her. She walked quickly back in the direction of her hotel, her mind swimming with images of Steph the waitress. It was the glasses that had done it. As she walked she imagined Steph towering over her (she'd looked a good six inches taller than Fay), pulling her over her athletic looking thighs and spanking her until she cried, wetting and messing their panties together...

The curvy redhead was tingling from head to toe as she hurried across the lobby and into the lift to her hotel room. She should have known that it wasn't being at home that had made her a pervert – it was just her. She was the one who'd let a stranger spank and cane her, who'd deliberately wet herself, wet her bed, let her roommate piss over her and in her mouth. She was the one who'd shit in her knickers on purpose, had sex with homeless men, had sex for money, drunk people's pee. She'd even eaten... 

The lift opened and Fay all but tumbled out. She was so aroused she almost felt drunk. She needed to be nasty, or at least as nasty as she could on her own in a small American hotel room. Her urge for the toilet was very strong, so she knew exactly where to begin! Rounding a bend in the corridor to her room, she was brought up short! Her door was open and a cleaning trolley was outside – they were servicing her room. Immediately, some of her arousal turned to panic. She'd been planning to wet herself, but in an erotic rather than embarrassing way! Now that her room was occupied, she realised how badly she needed to pee and felt her bladder start to protest at the strain. 

She drew level with her doorway, the door ajar, her mind cycling through the best story to get herself some peace quickly, but what she saw next etched itself into her memory. The maid looked to be about her own age, maybe slightly taller at around 5'6". She was slim, with what appeared through her clothes to be smallish, pert breasts. Her bottom was curvier, filling out the back of her polyester uniform. Her honey-blonde hair was gathered into a high ponytail, revealing her wholesome, good looks – very symmetrical features, like someone had been asked to create a standard, pretty girl. All of this was secondary, however, to what Fay saw the maid doing.  

Her blue uniform shift had been hoisted up at the front, revealing more of her shapely, white thighs than Fay may have expected to see of her room cleaner. The maid's hand was in her own panties, clearly masturbating. In her other hand, she was holding the knickers that Fay had taken off last night and they were pressed to her face. Fay could see and hear that the other girl was inhaling deeply, her pink tongue darting out to lick the gusset. Fay hadn't done anything she shouldn't have in the panties at least, but just the scent of her pussy was enough for the blonde. Fay was dumbstruck, and stood motionless in the doorway for a moment, but the maid must have caught the peripheral movement as she started, flushing a deep crimson she dropped Fay's underwear and pulled her hand away from her own pussy, trying to straighten her uniform, which stayed bunched up, showing Fay the cute, green, cotton shorts the girl wore, which were visibly damp at the front.

The blonde stammered "Oh...miss...I, oh, I wasn't...I mean...please, please don't say anything! If Mrs Harris hears any more reports she'll let me go and I really need this job. Please, I'm sorry, I was just..." Fay hadn't replied as she was dumbfounded. Finding a cleaner, such a pretty cleaner, masturbating in her room whilst sniffing her knickers had not been something she ever expected to see. And now the girl had tears rolling down her cheeks, smearing her eye makeup. Stepping into the room, Fay closed the door behind her. 

"I'm fairly sure you're not supposed to go through the customer's clothes," she said gently, approaching the other girl. "And you definitely aren't supposed to," she looked meaningfully at the girl's still exposed knickers, "well, do that!"  

"Please don't tell on me, please, I'll apologise, I'll make it up..."

"It's ok." Fay's tone was more reassuring. "I know a bit about doing things you shouldn't."

Leaning forward, she kissed the cleaner full on the lips. The blonde pulled away, gasping "What are you..." but Fay cut her off. 

"Shh, you were licking my panties, you like girls and you like my pants." She kissed her again, enjoying the feel of the blonde's soft lips. "You don't want me to tell your boss, well ok. But you liked my panties, so you can help me with how I like my panties!"

"I don't understand..." the girl started to say, but was silenced by more of Fay's kisses. Overwhelmed by the voluptuous redhead's advance, the maid stepped back, but Fay followed and when the maid's calves hit the edge of the hotel bed, they fell onto it, Fay on top. She carried on kissing the maid, who was still too stunned to respond, but she was not trying to get away, and as Fay slipped a hand towards the cleaner's damp panties she did not resist. Fay cupped the blonde's mound through her panties and she responded instantly, gasping under the continuing kisses and arching her back, grinding her pussy against Fay's fingers. 

"See, I knew you'd like it!" The blonde still looked confused and scared, but her body betrayed her, and she started to kiss Fay back, and used her hands to grasp Fay's large breasts through her bra and t-shirt.

"I do, I'm sorry, I do, I'm sorry," she whispered like a mantra between kisses. 

"Don't apologise to me, I won't tell on you." Fay smiled wickedly. "But here's what I like!" 

The maid felt Fay stiffen and saw her forehead crinkle with concentration, but was lost in playing with Fay's boobs and kissing her pouting lips. So for a second she did not realise what was happening. For her part, Fay knew exactly what she was doing. At first, a year ago, overcoming two decades of toilet training had been hard, but now she used her panties and bed as often as she used a toilet, so relaxing and giving in to her urge was easy. The familiar but still treasured feel as the first spurt of pee gushed into her knickers, soaking quickly into the gusset, the thrill as the second, longer spurt soaked beyond her panties, trickling around her thighs and wetting the material of her leggings, then the torrent. As she was straddling the cleaner, a lot poured through her clothes and started to splash onto the maid. It was then, when Fay's warm piss started to spatter onto her belly, crotch and thighs that the maid realised what was happening.

"You're peeing on me!" 

"You had fun with my underwear – this is how I have fun," explained Fay, still kissing the other girl. For her part, the maid made no attempt to move. The ginger girl's piss splashing onto her cunt, soaking her panties, uniform and the bed they lay on was thrilling her, by far naughtier than her tame fantasies. She ran her hands over Fay's round thighs, feeling the clingy, hot, wet material of her leggings as Fay's piss soaked her inner thighs. Fay was still stroking the maid's pussy, and now slipped a hand inside her cotton pants, soaked with Fay's own pee, to find her smooth, shaved pussy. Rubbing her in the same way she touched herself, Fay was pleased the maid responded as she'd expected, gasping with passion. Overcome with shame and fear at her discovery, thrilling at Fay's touch and kisses and overwhelmed with confusion at her response to being peed over, the maid came suddenly, screwing her face up, kissing Fay urgently and whimpering as her lithe body ground against Fay's curves. 

Deciding to save her own orgasm, Fay rolled off the blonde, collapsing onto the bed by her side. "That was fun," she giggled. "I promise I won't tell your boss, but I hope you've a spare uniform!" Both girls looked at the maid's uniform, which was visibly soaked up the front. 

"I...I do," she stuttered, confused. "I should change your bed too."

Fay grinned again. "No, leave it. I'll put the do not disturb on, but you can come in here anytime."

The maid stood up shakily. Her makeup was smeared from crying and kissing, her uniform was a crumpled, pee-wet mess and her mind was all over the place. "I have to go. I mean, I'll come back. I mean...I have to go." She almost ran from the room, and Fay heard her scampering off down the corridor with the cleaning trolley, presumably to change in a utility room or somesuch. Exhaling contentedly, Fay relaxed back onto the bed, enjoying the feel of her wet leggings and panties and idly licking at her fingers, tasting her maid's pussy, realising that she'd just pissed on and had sex with a girl without even asking her name. It was going to be an interesting rather than relaxing holiday after all. She wondered if the beauty with the glasses would be anywhere as much fun as hotel cleaners seemed to be in this town?



Fay Bargains



 All characters are over 18.

*****

It was a swanky joint. Had that classy, old world elegance that was long out of style. I tell ya, you walk through those tall wooden doors, it's like stepping outa today and into a whole different era. Yeah, they don't make joints like this anymore. Don't help that I promised voters I'd shut 'em all down.

I let the doorman take my coat. Snazzy fella, dressed up in his fancy tux. Ain't that something. Better dressed than me, and I was the client.

Yeah, I might've lied when I said I'd close them down. But hey, what did the voters expect from a politician?

You could hear the cabaret all down the hall. A real band. Place like this don't believe in recordings. First thing you'd see are the girls. They were the point, after all. A few dancers, some call girls waiting on the wings. Even mid afternoon I wasn't the only client here. Saw a circuit judge pull one of the dancers onto his lap. Desk editor for the local paper wandered off into the back rooms with a girl on each arm. Didn't say nothing to them. Never do, unless you're here for business. Places like this didn't exist, and sure as hell no respectable gentleman ever set foot in one.

Least, that's what we told the press.

"Can we get you something, sir," the waitress said almost as soon as I sat down. "The lady will be with you in just a short while."

Waitress was a nice little number. Slim, willowy brunette, with legs like you wouldn't believe. That tiny little dress they were wearing didn't do much to hide em, either. Not too big up top, but her dress was cut low and tight enough that you kept looking to see if they'd pop out. They never did. Not unless you were paying extra.

"Scotch on the rocks," I said. Drink was cheap in a place like this. Fuzzed a man's head. Made him careless, agree to things he shouldn't. You needed a clear head in this joint, but I needed calm nerves more. Besides, all it cost is money. I had plenty of that.

Waitress came with the drink, and she wasn't alone. Soft, freckled arms wrapped around me from behind, as I felt a pair of lips press against my neck. Long fingernails dug lines down my neck, circling the collar of my dress shirt. Slender fingers slipped down to unfasten the top two buttons.

Ginger. Now there was a fine looking woman. She'd caught my eye almost five years ago. Backup dancer back then, I'd seen her in one of the late night shows. One part entertainment, three parts advertisement. The girls are for sale, you know, all of them are.

At first glance I was awestruck. Her long legs, the cute freckles dotting the creame of her otherwise unmarked skin. Even in the back of the crowd there was a certain self possessed grace that drew me to her. The Lady caught me looking. From that moment on, Ginger was always close by whenever I showed up wanting something important. Tonight wasn't any different.

"You know," she whispered in my ear, "the Lady might be a while, I'll bet we can find some way to pass the time, don't you?"

I'd wanted her desperately since the first moment I saw her. My answer was the same it had been every night she asked.

"Not today, Ginger." She pouted as she slid into my lap, but we both knew the game. Money wasn't the issue. Didn't get to where I was without picking up some change under the table. But a place like this, a faerie bar, it was wasn't money they were charging.

Deals, favors, obligations. Lifetime of city politics and you think you've got a handle on them. All that's nothing next to dealing with a faerie. Gal that ran this joint made even the most well oiled political machine look like a baby's playbox. Had something or another on just about everyone important. Businessmen, union bosses, press, politicians. It was funny, the cost never seemed so high when you started. A word here, a favor there, but it added up real fast. I looked over at the musicians. They were pretty good. Low key, but talented in that subtle sort of way you only noticed when you paid attention. Bet they could have done well for themselves if things had gone a little different. Wonder how many pleasant nights as customers in the backroom it took to bring them out here as the Lady's permanent indentured house band.

Me, I'd been smarter than most. Put a lot of time, lot of effort learning about the fay. Learned the rules, made my trades for power and influence, not fleeting pleasure. Real careful like. 

Rule number one, the fay can't lie, but they can sure as hell deceive. You aren't paying attention, you're gonna get real surprised when the bill comes due.

I'd done better than most. Managed to pay down my debt, and there weren't too many who could boast that. Took me most of a lifetime, but it brought this punk of a street kid a damned long way.

Still wasn't sure it was worth it. Especially when I looked at the people who hadn't been careful.

I'd asked Ginger about it once. On some lazy night when I'd had too much to drink. It was an old story. Young, dumb kid got to school and realized cash was tight. Took a few jobs on the side, thought she'd stumbled into some glamorous dream out of an old timey film. But glamor don't come cheap, and one thing led to another.

In some ways, she was hardly a person anymore. People didn't have owners. Ginger did.

"Doesn't that bother you?" I'd asked her.

"Why should it? Out there I was lost and alone. So many decisions, worries. Now I just do what I'm told and I'm never alone. Never have to worry about anything again."

Crazy thing was, she meant it. I could see it in her doe eyed smile that she truly, utterly believed she was better off as the Lady's sworn servant. "How could that be?" I'd asked her, and she answered with a single word: Love.

To hear her describe it, servitude was like floating in a constant sea of love. Submerged in it, surrounded. Devotion to the Lady her sole guiding beacon. The Lady's clients were a chance to spread that love. To bring them closer to the Lady.

Yeah, closer to bondage. I wonder what that innocent girl from the university would say if she could see herself now. Any sense in her, she'd run the other way. Me, I sure as hell wasn't going to reopen that tab for some piece of tail, no matter how nice. 

No, I had a much better reason.

"The Lady will see you now, Mr Mayor," said Marigold, today's hostess. She bowed as she spoke, setting her heaving bosom into motion. Nice. First Ginger, now her. The Lady was sure knew how to play it subtle.

If the lounge was ornate extravagance, the back room was all cozy elegance. Small, intimate, their walls hung with lavender velvet and lit by inset candles that cast everything in a soft glow. The lady herself was draped over a wide single armed couch. Dressed only in a diaphanous white gown that did little to hide her flesh and much to enhance it. As always, she was stunning, astonishingly beautiful in a way that would leave the bard himself speechless.

The fay often are.

Her hair was sky blue, natural in a way that dye could never reproduce. It draped down her body, long past her waist had she been standing. As it was, the longest strands slipped over the curve of her hip. Her ears were pointed, ever so slightly, but enough you'd know they weren't human. There was a crystal glow in her eyes, and reflected firelight had nothing to do with it.

I tell people Ginger's my favorite, and I mean it too, but that's just talking about the human women. Whatever your tastes, whatever your preferences, there was only one gal here that could truly be called the loveliest.

The appeal of the unattainable, the otherworldly. Where Ginger'd been open and accommodating, the Lady was like a mountain. Aloof and unforgiving, but her every peak and valley cried out to be explored. To even attempt its heights came at a cost, enough to make a mortal wonder what you'd lose if you could actually succeed.

"Colin!" she smiled, lifting a hand to wave me over. I tried not to watch how the gesture moved her all but naked breast. "Please, sit"

Sparsely furnished, there was only the couch to sit on. I set myself on the far end, though part of me begged to move closer. Even from the end, I was still too close to keep a clear head. The couch was deeper than I'd realized, wider. Enough to hold two, and then some. Faerie magic? They had a way of warping your perceptions. Especially here, in the heart of her domain. 

Hmmph. I wasn't a young man, to be taken in by such naked distractions.

The insides of my pants stiffened in disagreement.

"So, Colin. All is well, I hope?" her smile coy, guarded. How much did she know? Safest to assume she knew everything, but often safer to pretend she didn't.

"I'm dying," I said bluntly.

"Well of course you are, silly mortal," she said with a titter, "You've been dying since before we met."

I thought back to that day. When an ignorant delinquent snuck into a locked up old building. It had a reputation, even then, and none of my friends would follow. I'd just wanted proof to lord over them. Instead I found her.

How old and mature she'd seemed to my teenage self. In all those years, she hadn't changed one bit, and to aged eyes she appeared young enough to make me feel guilty for looking. She looked like those undergrad interns we'd get at city hall, for goodness sakes. Good 'ol Slick Willy'd shown us all why you didn't mess around with those. At least not if you had any sense in your head.

Of course, it was my teenage instincts that had been right. She was old, real old. Wouldn't surprise me to learn she was older than the city she'd made her home.

"A lot sooner now," I croaked out the words, the weight of my years pressing especially heavy next to her ageless beauty. "Cancer. Maybe six months the doctors, the doctors say."

"ooo, so soon? And we'd just barely met. But you aren't ready to go, are you?" she leaned forward. "Let me guess, you're here to bargain. To snatch back those last few years."

"Of course I am," I snapped before caution reasserted itself. "I mean, yes, my lady."

"Hmm... such a gift you seek, and worth so much. I wonder, what should I ask in return."

She made a great show at being pensive, though I suspected she had known before I set foot in the room. She held all the cards, and we both knew it. Yeah, it might take her time and effort to get a friend in the mayor's office half as useful as I'd been, but she had all the time in the world. An annoyance to her, terminal to me.

"You might swear yourself to me," she said, "such a cost to you might balance the scales."

She paused, a playful smile crossing her face. The ultimate deal, a total surrender of will. Her spellbound thrall for the rest of my days. No cancer, sure, but could that even be called living?

"But then," she continued, "what use would you be to me, once you surrendered your domain?"

The rules of the faerie again. "No faerie may ensnare a ruler." It felt arbitrary half the time. She had her pawns so wrapped up in obligation and debt that they could hardly refuse her, but in theory they were still free beings. That's what counted so far as the magic was concerned. Tricky business, what did or didn't count as a ruler, but apparently mayors made the cut. That made me all the more useful to her. A use that'd be gone if I surrendered my will.

"No," she said, "I have a better idea. You shall give me a child"

"A child?" I stammered, trying to keep my eyes from wandering back down to her body.

"Oh, yes," she smiled, somehow managing to be both inviting and predatory at the same moment. "A son, to be specific."

This was no small thing she was asking. Humans and fay could breed, yes, but to produce anything from the coupling required agreement from both. In some ways, the halfbreeds were even more powerful than their faerie parents. They lacked the ageless permanence, true, but they were in tune with the human world in a way the faerie could never be. More than that, they drew power from the station of their parents. True fay were few, often solitary. Even the greatest faerie courts would hold fewer subjects than the number of people I "ruled" as mayor. Might not be so good as bagging a president, but it would still be a major coup for her. More than that, the children of rulers inherited a certain power over their parents' domain. Not rule, true, but things would come easier to them, opportunities more ready, power closer at hand. It would be decades before a halfbreed child came of age, and until then his power would be hers. In many respects, I would be all but handing my city to her.

What good would it be to me if I was dead?

I nodded my head, watching as her dainty foot slid up her calf, lifting the diaphanous material of her dress. To save my life, yes. And if the act of consummating our bargain held some appeal, what was the harm in that?

"The deal is this," she said. "I restore you to health, and in exchange you shall couple with me and produce a son. Is that agreed?"

She placed special emphasis on the word couple. My jaw dropped, and I ached for her touch. Would that be so bad, to take what I had wanted? This was what I had come here for, after all, and she was giving me everything I desired. In exchange, she asked for so little. It should have been suspicious, coming from her. Too appealing, too beneficial, even if it would deliver great advantage to her. But oh, I wanted her so bad.

"I accept."

Barely more than a whisper.

Smiling in triumph, she snapped her fingers. Attendants scurried into the room. Female hands quickly stripping away my clothing. I thought I saw Ginger, but the Lady had captivated all my attention. Her dress billowed to the floor, the vaporous material wafting in the air as it slipped down her body.

Her already stunning beauty exploded into radiant desire that left me breathless. The power of faerie on a willing mind is frightening, and mine had never been so willing. The very essence of femininity stood before me, against which all others are but shoddy imitations.

She stepped close, and I took her in my arms. Kissing with such fire and passion I felt it might consume me. I needed this woman. To possess her, hold her, plant my seed in her and make her mine. She broke the kiss, diamond eyes twinkling in the candlelight.

"On your knees, mortal. Come, prepare the way for your passing."

Not the first time a lover asked for this. I'd even done it once or twice, but only grudgingly. Never been the sort. Didn't think it was dignified. Now, however, I'd never wanted anything so badly. I all but dove between her thighs, lapping at the glorious nectar within. Surely this was the ambrosia lauded by the poets of old.

"Yes! Just like that, mortal. Harder, deeper."

Her tiny hands twined themselves through my hair, pressing me closer. My face was slick with the taste of Her, but still I licked. My tongue circled over the sensitive nub of her opening. Licking, sucking, drawing gasp after gasp of pleasure from my inhuman lover.

"Enough," she moaned, "It is time. Fill me, mortal. Plant your seed within."

That was all I needed to hear. Standing between her parted legs, my rigid tool soon found its way home inside her. I drove into her again and again, lifting up her slender body as I plunged my way deep within. My hands roamed the surface, savoring the touch of all that I had craved moments ago. Her smooth skin, the soft perky breasts that had so tantalized me.

I could feel it coming. A tight, coiled mass at my center poised to detonate at any moment. I drove in deep, pressing myself down upon her, my mouth covering hers.

Then I exploded, releasing myself deep within her fertile womb. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, that moment of climax. I spasmed, drawing her towards me as I felt myself pour into her. The intensity was overwhelming, as though my entire soul was flowing away with the seed.

I shuddered as she rolled atop me, a vision of loveliness looking down from where she straddled my body. I reached for her, desperately massaging her lovely breasts. A climax like that, I should have been spent. Instead, I was desperate for her touch as ever. Unsated, unfulfilled, I knew to the core of my being that we were not yet finished.

She took my hands in hers, shivers of desire washing through me at her touch. It took little force for her to slide them down. Past her lovely bosom, down her tight flat stomach and past her waist, until they reached the enormous, bulging cock jutting from her groin.

What? My mind was cloudy, fogged over with lust that made every thought a chore. Something didn't seem right about that, but I couldn't quite remember what.

Don't care. Too horny.

"Go on," she breathed sensually. Motioning with an encouraging smile.

My fingers wrapped around it, marveling at how massive the monster was. So warm and alive. It's thick, purple head spasmed as my fingers brushed it, large veins bulging.

"That's right," she said as I began to slowly stroke its length. "Just like that. You know what to do."

I didn't, but my lust addled body sure did. Almost on autopilot as I guided the monster down between my legs. There was pressure, pushing its way inward. A tight fullness curing an emptiness I had never recognized until that moment.

Then it was gone, and I cried out at the sudden absence.

Back again, quicker than the first, then out. In again, and out. Building up speed and force. My head snapped back, hands clutching the cushion as I braced myself. My mind had no frame of reference to understand these feelings coursing through me, but I knew I wanted it. This was what I had been missing, what I had anticipated so desperately without being able to name. Even now, I didn't understand what was happening to me.

I just knew that I loved it.

When I regained awareness, I was still in her embrace. Clarity returned, and I was ashamed by my loss of control. Our animal coupling was little more than a blur in my memory. Had she really -

I looked down between her legs, seeing only the smooth, bare crotch I had enjoyed filling. Of course that was what I saw. Why in the world would it be anything else?

What a strange dream.

"So, lover. Was that everything you hoped for?" she teased as she saw me wake.

I, I had no idea what to reply. It had been unbelievable. So overwhelming and exhilarating, but dangerous too. I felt awake, more alive than I had in years. Thousands of aches and pains were simply not there anymore. Our bargain! She had cured me!

Jumping from the bed, I leaped in the air, marveling at how spry I felt.

"It was amazing," someone said. Certainly not me, even though I'd felt my lips move and the air pass through my throat as I made to say those exact words. But of course I hadn't said them. There was no way that I could possibly produce such an airy, high pitched sound. Then I noticed something wrong with my body. Two somethings, in fact. On my chest.

I stiffened, not wanting to look down but unable to resist. It was impossible, but there they were.

"Wha-" that high pitched voice spoke again, giving words to my disbelief.

"What's the matter?" the Lady said, "having second thoughts? You haven't even seen the results yet."

Her hand waved, and a mirror appeared in front of me. Except, it couldn't be a real mirror. Sure, it showed the room we were in, the disheveled and strewn cushions of the couch I had just made love on, and the pale skin of the Lady's naked back, but there was no Me to be seen. Instead, I saw a naked, dumbfounded teenage girl.

She looked lovely, her body smooth and bare, exhibiting all the curves of a classical beauty. Glistening olive skin shone with the sheen of exertion, her bare breasts shifting and moving slightly with every ragged breath. Red-gold hair fell in curls all the way down past her shoulders, tumbling down the front of her to frame her oh so lovely breasts. Her face was exquisite, a small pouty mouth opened in an adorable O of shock right below her wide, innocent eyes. Young, like I hadn't been in years. Fresh out of high school, maybe. A year or two older at most. It had been a long, long time since I'd seen that side of twenty.




Fay Bargains



Impossible...

"Oh my, didn't you turn out nice," the Lady said.

"What? How?" said the voice that I was begrudgingly starting to accept as my own.

"Surely you haven't forgotten our deal?" she said with mock innocence.

"But this, you can't. I mean, that's not the way the rules work. A faerie can't add or subtract, they can only twist. This isn't twisting the rules, it's outright making them up! What part of... this was required to make me healthy?"

"Not that part of the deal, silly. Don't you remember the son you promised me?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh," she laughed, "did you not understand what that meant? And here I thought you knew all the rules."

"But-"

"It's simple, of course. If we'd merely coupled, why, the child could have been any gender. I didn't ask for a child, I asked for a son. So I decided to go ahead and borrow your masculinity. Permanently.

"Really, it's not like I was going to actually carry that thing around for nine months. Think of what it would do to my figure! But hey, now you're healthy and cancer free. Isn't it wonderful?"

"Not going to carry the- No! That's impossible!"

I looked down. Past the breasts jutting from my chests and to the still flat stomach. I felt it, rubbing the smooth surface, imagining it swell. Impossible! I was a man. But my hand drifted down to the unfamiliar slit that had replaced the penis that had long been such an important part of me. It came away sticky.

"Trust me, it's entirely possible. Congratulations dear, you're going to become a mommy."

"No..."

"I think that concludes our business, my dear," the faerie said. "You're healthy, and the baby boy you promised is on its way. I'll see you in nine months. Goodbye."

"But, you can't. I need to-"

"Good. Bye."

Each word filled with power and malice, though her smile never broke for an instant. I stared up at her, but she just looked back in a flat, unyielding stare. Never mind her power, I wasn't even larger than her anymore!

At last I hung my head in defeat, and bent to gather my clothes.

Unchanged, they were huge on me, baggy and near impossible to walk in even with the belt cinched all the way. I opened my wallet, seeing my old face stare back as I counted the contents. Fifty dollars cash, a pair of credit cards that would work only if nobody looked at me, and keys that didn't matter unless I could find a way past my building's doorman. What in the world would I do?

Feeling like a child playing dressup, I shuffled from the room. My knees got caught in the bottom of my shirt, and each step threatening to send my sagging trousers to the floor. Options flashed through my mind and were discarded just as quick. People who owed me favors, but had no reason to believe I was actually me. Secret accounts, even those under a false name, still assumed that a middle aged man would be collecting from them. A car, but my license wasn't exactly valid anymore. Where would I even drive to?

"Or," she said when I was right at the threshold. I paused.

"Or, you could work for me. I have no use for a pudgy middle aged old coot, but there are always uses for a good looking young woman. Even one who's been knocked up."

I froze. Hating myself for even considering the offer.

No, I wouldn't do it. No way. I wasn't going to become one of Them. One of the Lady's girls.

Holding my belt up, I stepped from the room. At the far end of the room, one of the bouncers held open a back door. Clearly, I was no longer welcome in the main room. I looked down the hall, the lights dim and fading. Just a long stretch of darkness ending in the blackness of outside. Light rain pattered down onto the alleyway beyond.

I nibbled my lip, recoiling from the darkness. Terrified and intimidated as I tried to imagine myself taking the next step, trying to think of some way forward.

I was the mayor, damn it! I wasn't going to become some cheap two-bit floozy. But then... I'd been the mayor. I knew exactly what happened to pretty young girls with no support. What did I have going for me? No documentation, no credentials, and a baby on the way. No system in the world would have me in it, no background check would ever pass.

What did that world of darkness have to offer me? I looked back at the warm light of the Lady's sitting room, torn between two impossible decisions.

I had to make a choice.

Ryan Francis Fitzgerald pulled into the motel parking lot, nervously looking around for journalists. He shouldn't be here, not so close to the election, especially not when he was ahead in the polls.

By all rights, he should never have had a chance, not against the party machine that had ruled the city for more than half a century. The sudden death of a mayor expected to sit in office for decades had come as a complete shock to entire political landscape. With the deputy mayor an ineffective figurehead, the entire party devolved into infighting that might really give him a chance to shake up the corruption that had become so endemic. A once in a lifetime opportunity, and here he was jeopardizing it for a callgirl in a cheap motel.

It was madness.

But when push came to shove, he couldn't live without her. It wasn't that she was beautiful, though she was stunningly gorgeous. Nor was it her sensuality, though the girl was absolutely insatiable in bed. No, there was something about her, something intangible. Like she understood him better than anyone he'd ever met, man or woman. Understood his needs, his concerns. Like she got what it meant to be a politician trying to play this cutthroat game, and knew exactly what to do to make everything better. Never in his life had he connected with someone on such a deep level, and he couldn't bear the thought of giving her up.

Startling for someone of her age, she also turned out to have a keen political mind. Though he'd put in a lot of work, her suggestions had been instrumental in turning this campaign from a strong also-ran into the powerful frontrunner he had become. The inevitable victor instead of an interesting footnote. All this from a paid escort. It was unbelievable.

"Coleen!" he gasped in delight as soon as he opened the doors and saw her. She was waiting for him on the bed, wearing nothing but the flimsiest of lingerie. Even in the cheap, low powered bulbs that lit the room, her golden hair sparkled as she tossed it over her shoulder. Her legs slipped open, parted oh so enticingly as she beckoned him over.

He rushed over to her, planting a deep kiss on her lips, his hands eagerly exploring the luscious body they had come to learn so well. As they slid up the fabric of her babydoll nightgown, he felt the round bulge just starting to form in her stomach, pausing to lean down and kiss it. Her child. Their child.

What he should have done was obvious. Send her away, pay her off, cover this entire thing up and make sure it never saw the light of day. He couldn't do that. Though they'd known one another for such a short time, already he couldn't bear the thought of being without her. Instead, he had picked out a ring.

By the time he'd even thought about pulling off her black lace panties, she'd already finished with his suit trousers and was slowly stroking his cock. He moved between her parted legs, eyes locked on hers. Watching the wonder and desire in her as he lowered himself on her. It didn't take long until she was moaning eagerly.

Yes, he just had to wait until after the election, and they could be together for real. The media would have an apoplexy, but there was nothing he couldn't handle with her by his side. Soon, very soon, they would be together forever as husband and wife.



Fay Ch. 02



Reading the first chapter will bring you up to date for this one. Strong sexual content.

*****

Several weeks had past and Fay was starting her day at work and looked at the schedule for which patients were due today. She worked at a VA hospital in the physical therapy department teaching arm amputees how to use their prosthetics. She had lost all of her right arm and part of the shoulder joint and her right leg was paralyzed and over an inch shorter than the left. She did not like to wear her arm all the time so she left it at work. In fact she had three arms and put the one on that matched what the patient was using.

Mark was her second patient and he was getting along great. His leg wounds had healed and he did have to have more surgery on his damaged right arm. They had to remove it just above the elbow. It was healing good now and he should be fitted for his right arm prosthetic in a week or so. He was doing great with his left arm, also an above elbow amputation. He was able to keep his arm all the time now and Fay could see progress each day. They went through strengthening exercises for both arms and then she helped him put his arm back on and they worked through various things with it. They had been concentrating on using the hooks for being able to pick things up and grasp small objects.

Margo was in after lunch and since they had gone out together she had changed her attitude completely and done very well. She was very close to being able to leave the hospital. She was finished with her leg prosthetic treatments and just fine tuning her left arm movements with her prosthesis. She told Fay she was being discharged this Friday and that she wanted to get together with her to celebrate some time. Fay said that sounds like a plan. Margo said that's good and told Fay she was going to be living with another patient she had met for a while. Fay wrote the address down and after hugging each other, Margo returned to her room. 

Tim was next on the list and she picked up his new prosthetic arm from the lab and started up to see him in his room. She had left her hook arm on this time as she was going to need it to help put his arm on. His door was closed and she tapped with her hook arm and he said come in. She stuck her head in and asked if he was decent. He said yes and she said rats, I was hoping you weren't. She pushed the door open and he then saw his arm and was very pleased it was ready. As Fay got closer to the bed she noticed his full body cast was gone. She put the arm on a chair and they hugged. 

He said the nurse had just left from cleaning up the mess and he did not have a gown on yet. Fay said that's too bad and pulled the sheet up to take a look. He was starting to get hard she noticed. She had been getting him off for a while so it was not the first time she had seen him. His skin was very pale and scaly from being so dry. She asked him if they had put any lotion on him and he said no. She let the cover back down and got his arm and got it on him. Both of his legs were gone at the hip and his right arm was gone at the shoulder, but it was left, and he could move it around. It was one of the exercises Fay had worked on with him. It was important that it did because it was how he opened and closed the hooks. When he moved his right shoulder forward, it pulled a wire that opened them and when he relaxed it back to normal it allowed the hooks to close.

Tim had been working on sitting up in bed putting pressure on his legless hips. The pain was all gone now. Fay had the head of the bed sitting almost all the way up and she showed him how to move his shoulder back and forth and then made adjustments to the length of the wire to the hooks. When she had them right, that is what they worked on first, his opening and closing them. One of the important points was to not just suddenly relax his shoulder and let the hooks snap shut, but to do it slowly as some things he might want to grasp might be fragile. A wide rubber band was around the base of the hooks where they were attached to the arm to close them, and keep them closed, until he moved his shoulder to open them.

Next she showed him how to flex the lower part of the arm up. This was going to take a lot of practice, first to get the strength up and second, the movement necessary to do it. They worked on its use and soon the hour was up and Tim realized how tired he was. Fay told him to take a nap, that she had some charting to do and left. Tim did fall asleep quickly with a smile on his face that he had his arm and would be ok now. Fay went out to the nurse's station and charted all that she had done with him. One of the nurses had some questions about another of her patients and they talked for a while. 

Fay then went to the supply room and got a bottle of skin lotion and a large towel. She went back into Tim's room, locked the door and into his bathroom. She removed her bra and left her top unbuttoned. She had to wake him up telling him it had been almost 35 minutes that he was asleep. She told him she wanted to get some lotion on him before his tray came. She pulled the sheet back and warmed some lotion in her hands. She started applying it at his neck and worked her way down his body. The closer her hands got to his cock, the larger it got. They grinned at each other a couple of times. When she got to his hard cock, she surprised him though by telling him she was going to turn him over on to the towel so she could do his back.

Fay acted like it was nothing and then stifled a laugh after he could not see her face. She applied lots of lotion to his back and rubbed it in good. He was moaning in pleasure as she got the whole area covered. She even applied some to his hip area where his legs had been. She then turned him over and he was harder that she had ever seen him. He said that her hand on his hip area had really turned him on. She put some lotion in her hand and took hold of his hard cock and massaged it firmly. Large amounts of pre-cum started flowing and she moved the towel up to catch what she knew was about to happen. She also pulled gently on his catheter with her hook arm and the balloon on the inside of his bladder pulled against his prostate. She saw his balls rapidly pull up and he started ejaculating jet after jet of cum. She had never seen him get so much out. 

She kept masturbating him and pulling against his prostate as long as he was flowing and finally got it all out. She threw the towel with the other dirty linen, covered Tim up and washed her hand and put her lab coat back on as quickly as she could as she knew his tray was due any time. The door had not been unlocked 2 minutes and dietary was bringing his tray in. Tim and Fay both laughed after the person left. She put his head back up and fed him his dinner. He told her how glad he was to have his arm, that it meant he was really on the way back now. She smiled at him and leaned forward to kiss his forehead. She had to admit to herself she was feeling something for Tim. 

She was sitting on the side of the bed with him after dinner, and finally told him she had something to tell him...that she was looking forward to his doing something to her. He asked what and she opened her lab coat, unbuttoned her top again and exposed her breast. Can you guess Fay asked? Tim started laughing hard and said yes, you want me to grab your nipple with my hooks!! Fay could not believe he had guessed it but said yes, that's it, how did you know? He said he had been thinking about doing it for some time, another reason he wanted to get his arm so bad. Two great minds sure do think alike Fay said. 

Tim said show me how to do it and Fay removed her lab coat so he could see her prosthetic arm and went through it with him. After about 20 minutes of trial and error he had hold of her nipple which was very large and hard by now. The stock, very firm, rubber band was on his hooks and they were tight on her. Fay's eyes got huge, her mouth opened and she came right there. Her hand flew up to his hooks but instead of pulling them off she pulled them even tighter to her large breast pushing them and her nipple into the firm tissue. She finally settled down and said she could not believe that happened. Tim was ecstatic he was able to make it happen.

Fay leaned forward and kissed him long and hard on the lips and he returned it. She realized she had not locked the door and they broke it off. Tim, grinning at her, asked if she would use her hooks on his cock sometime. Fay said sure, be glad to. Tim finally released her tit and Fay rubbed her nipple with her fingers again enjoying the feelings it caused her. She removed his arm, got him comfortable in bed and said good night as her hand took hold of his short arm stump. She picked up his arm and left. Everyone was gone when she got back to the department so she put his arm away and headed home. 

She took her usual evening shower when she got home and used the shower wand to direct the stream at her clit and get off. She noticed her nipple was still very red and hard where Tim had latched on to it. Being with Tim and getting him off had her very aroused. It did not take long at all for her to have a big orgasm. She washed, dried and got back in her wheelchair. She went to the kitchen and fixed a light supper and headed to her computer. She had several friends around the country and by the time she answered their e-mails she was tired and ready for bed. She called Margo having forgotten to ask her if she had a ride home. Margo said she had a ride home but not for Saturday evening so Fay said she would come and pick her up.

Fay had just gotten in bed and the light off when the phone rang. It was Sheri and she was excited saying she had bumped into a man that she was interested in. She really had bumped into him at the place she worked. He was on the wrong side of the hall and as they came around a corner she hit him. He is blind she said and when he reached out, he grabbed her prosthetic arm to keep her from falling. He was surprised at both bumping into her and that her arm was so hard. Sheri said she was sorry for bumping him and that he had hold of her prosthetic arm since she was an amputee. It did not seem to bother him and he continued to hold it she said. She told him she had been in Iraq and he said he had also. He asked her if she would like to get together and talk some more and Sheri said great without even thinking. 

They exchanged phone numbers and said they would talk tonight. He should be calling anytime but Sheri had a question for her...should she tell him how bad she was really injured on the phone or wait and see if he wanted to get together with her. Fay suggested she wait until they were together and Sheri said she thought so also. Sheri said she would talk to her later and they disconnected. Fay went to sleep with a big smile thinking about Tim and Sheri.

The next day Fay planned her day and part of her plan was to get Tim up in a wheelchair for the first time. She worked through her daily patients and then went up on the floor to see Tim taking a wheelchair and his arm with her. His door was open and she went in. He gave her a huge smile and asked what was up. She told him now that he was out of his cast he needed to be getting up and around more. Tim said he was all for that. Fay had brought him some t-shirts and pajama bottoms, although he did not have much to cover up left. She knew he would feel more comfortable in them though.

She got his arm on him along with the t-shirt and pj's and then some help to get him over into the wheelchair. She fastened a belt around his upper chest and the wheelchair to keep him from toppling over and out of it. He kept a close eye on her prosthetic arm, watching just what she did and how she did it. Fay saw him and said remember, you are lucky and have a lot more arm left than I do. I don't even have a shoulder to work with. Grinning he said yes but you look sexier in yours than I do. The both laughed. Fay was able to push him out into the hall leaving her crutch behind and instead using the wheelchair to help her walk.

Everyone on the floor was very glad to see him up and around and congratulated him as they went by. Fay asked him a couple of times how he was doing and he said great now. There was still some sun out and she took him out on the roof top to get some. Tim said it sure felt great and the first time he had been in sunlight for almost 5 months. Fay saw that the evening meal trays were coming out so she took him back to his room. When they got there she asked him if he needed to go back to bed or wanted to sit up a while longer and start to learn how to feed himself. Tim said he was ok to stay up a while longer and wanted to learn how to feed himself.

They had been working with his arm for about a week now and Fay put a fork in his hooks and adjusted it asking him to try and get a piece of meat she had cut up to his mouth. She demonstrated with her arm and he tried it with his. Tim learned right away about the falling food syndrome as the meat toppled off the fork. She told him if at all possible, stab the food you are trying to eat. He managed to do so after several tries and got it up close to his mouth. The next thing he learned was just how close he could get it, or not, and then he had to move his head to get it in his mouth. It was not like when he had an arm to take the food right to his mouth.

After almost 5 minutes he got the meat in his mouth and they both celebrated. Fay then fed him some so it would not get cold and he tried again with another food. This time it went quicker but he was pooped out by now. Fay fed him the rest of the try and got some help to get him back in bed. They were both very happy with the progress that was made today. She showed him the rest of the underwear and put it in his drawer. Fay went back to the bed and told him how proud she was of him, gave him a goodnight kiss and headed out. She returned his arm and the wheelchair to the department and headed home.

She no more than got into her place and the phone rang. It was Sheri now more excited as Rog, the blind guy, had asked her out! What should she do!! Fay laughed and said go out with him silly. What will he think of me she asked? He's blind Fay said, remember? But what if...Sheri started and Fay knew what she was getting at, sex! Fay asked her if she cared that he was blind and she said it does not matter to me and then it finally dawned on Sheri that he did not care either. She snickered and said guess I am being silly aren't I. Fay said no, just careful and you should be but don't pass up opportunities like this one. Sheri said thanks and that she would let her know what happened.

Sheri put the phone on the cradle and headed to the kitchen to fix herself something to eat. She and Rog had talked for almost an hour last night on the phone. They really did not get into their injuries much just about earlier life and where they came from. Sheri made up her mind tonight that they had to talk more about their injuries and where they were at right now. Those that had been in Iraq were almost 30 now and if they were going to have a good life decisions needed to be made. After dinner and the kitchen cleaned up, Sheri stretched out on her bed and called Rog. He answered right away and said good timing; he was just going to call her.

They talked about their day at work and then Sheri asked him how he was doing getting along being blind. Rog said well, as you can imagine, it is an eye opening experience and they both laughed. He said he was now ok with it, but it had taken some time to get adjusted. He had a good job and the people there were fantastic to work with. He had not dated much before he went into the army and was still the same now. But something had really gotten his attention about Sheri, but he had not figured out just what yet. It was something he definitely wanted to work on though. What about you he asked? 

Sheri was quiet for a minute or so and Rog seemed to realize it was hard for her to talk about it. She finally explained that she and her partner were moving a tank from the repair facility to the storage place down the road. On the way a roadside IED exploded. She was quiet again for longer this time and Rog just let her move at her own pace. She finally told him what the damage was to her, total loss of her right arm, shoulder and everything else associated with it. Her left arm was gone a little more than half way to her shoulder. Again she was quiet for a while and finally said that her limbs were not blown off, but were burned so badly that they had to be removed. She explained how the lower part of the turret and her helmet and face shield have saved her face and lower body, but bad burns between. She could not tell him more right now.

Rog said that must have been very hard to get over and go through. He said he was sure the pain was much worse and lasted much longer than his problem. Sheri then asked him if he would like to get together sometime, get something to drink, whatever. Rog said he would enjoy that very much. They made plans to meet Friday after work and see what happened from there. After they got off the phone both were anxious to see what went on from there. She called Fay and told her the news. Fay suggested they come to her place and she would fix dinner and help out getting their first time together go better not being out in public. Sheri thought that was a great idea and said she would ask Rog and see what he thought.

Sheri called Rog back and told him about Fay and her suggestion they meet at her place. All she told him was that she was a physical therapist at the VA hospital and understood how hard being under public scrutiny was sometimes. Rog said that was a great idea and would enjoy meeting Fay also. Sheri said Fay had told her she would disappear after dinner and let them have alone time. Sheri also asked if he needed a ride and he said no, he had a car. It took Sheri several seconds to get that he was pulling her leg and started laughing. She told him that Fay would pick both of them up after work at their places. She got his address and they said good night again.

The next day Fay went up to see Tim at the end of her shift and he was up in his chair already. She got his arm on and had decided he could keep it now. His tray came in and she helped him feed himself and saw that he was really catching on. He was able to spend most of the day sitting up now and that was very good. She had ordered and electric wheelchair for him and it was supposed to be delivered any time. This should give him more freedom to get around now. They were talking after dinner and she asked him if he would like to come to her place for dinner next weekend. He was surprised and she told him about the passes that were available to patients. He said that sounded great and was looking forward to it.

Fay called Sheri on her way home and asked her if she wanted to go to the grocery store with her to get ready for tomorrow night. She said she would and Fay picker her up. They sat in the car for a few minutes deciding on what they were going to fix for dinner and made a list of the things needed. Fay used her wheelchair at the store as she was tired tonight. Sheri was able to push the cart and they got what they needed. They both went to Fay's place and put stuff away or on the counter ready for the next day. 

Sheri had told Fay about what she had told Rog about her injuries and Fay was proud of her she said. Sheri promised she would tell him about her breast removal tomorrow also. She felt sure it would not matter to him now. She was also very comfortable now that he could not see her but knew that sometime he would probably be able to do so with his hands. Fay asked if she wanted something to happen between them and blushing and grinning she said yes. Fay asked if she needed her pussy shaved and Sheri said yes and more than that. They went to the bedroom and undressed each other.




Fay Ch. 02



In the shower Fay shaved Sheri's pussy and legs and then ate her good. She came several times then returned the treat to Fay. As they were getting dry and dressed Fay asked if she thought anything might happen tomorrow night and Sheri said she did not know but sort of hoped it might. Fay told her the guest room was ready and available if needed. Sheri thanked her for being such a good friend and finally admitted to her that she was right; someone would come along for her. Fay took Sheri home and headed back to her place. 

Sheri called Rog when she got home and he said he was very glad she called as he had figured out why he was attracted to her. He said he was hesitant to tell her but wanted to be honest with her. She said go ahead, I won't get mad. Rog said he had forgotten that in high school he had gotten interested in a girl that had one arm missing. They never got to go out together as he was too shy to ask her out, but he remembered how much she attracted him. He was attracted to amputees and when he grabbed hold of her prosthetic arm the first time it got his memory going. Sheri laughed and said so you want me for my body and not my mind. This got Rog laughing and said how about I get both of them. Sheri said deal.

Fay went up to Tim's at lunch time and explained why she could not stay after work. She also told him the doctor had approved his pass for next week. She asked him to be thinking about what he wanted to eat. After she helped his with lunch then she left and headed home from work early for once. She got dinner in the oven and headed for a shower. After, she called Sheri and asked how she was doing. She said she was a nervous mess and could not decide what to wear. Fay started laughing and said do you remember that Rog is blind and she said...oh. They had a good laugh and Fay told her to please be waiting down stairs at the door. 

Dinner was doing just fine and she got some other stuff ready and left to pick up Sheri and Rog. She got Sheri first and then over to Rog's place. He also lived in an apartment but was at the front door waiting. Sheri got out to get him and offered her prosthetic arm to guide him to the van. She helped him into the front passenger seat and got his seat belt on. She gave him a kiss and introduced him to Fran. He was surprised when he grasp her hooks but got a big grin and held on to them for a few extra seconds. Sheri got in the back of the van as it was much easier for her. They chatted on the way back to Fay's and again Sheri helped him out and gave him her arm.

They got into Fay's house and sat on the patio for a few minutes talking. Fay filled Rob in on her injuries and what she did at work. She asked if he would like to join them in the kitchen while dinner was finished up and he said great. Fay had clued Sheri in on how to tell him how his food was arranged on his plate and where stuff was in front of him. Fay dished the stuff up and set the plate in front of Rog. Sheri did a perfect job of telling him where things were located without making him feel embarrassed. Fay got the other stuff on the table and they all ate. Fay noticed Rob seemed to have learned how to eat very well and made no mess of anything. 

They had a good conversation and when done she shoed both of them back to the patio and got things cleaned up. She had worn her hook prosthesis home tonight to make things easier and faster for her. Her home office was right next to her bedroom so when done in the kitchen she headed back there. She stopped in the bedroom and removed her arm and brace and used her wheelchair to get around. She moved into her office and got to work on some stuff on the computer.

Rog and Sheri were getting along great out on the patio. They were sitting side by side and Rog had asked if he could hold hands with her. Sheri said sure and put her hooks in his. He closed his around them and got a big smile. After a few minutes he lost the smile and finally said there was something he needed to tell her. He told her more about the explosion that blinded him and then added that it left a lot of scars he was told. He could also feel them with his fingers. He was worried that she would be repulsed if he removed his dark glasses. Sheri told him she did not think it would be a problem and for him to take them off. He reached up and did so and she immediately said it was not bad at all. 

His eyebrows were gone as were his eyeballs and his eye lids had been sewn shut. There was a lot of scaring but it was mostly fine reddish lines, not big jagged things. She wished she had a hand to reach up and lightly touch them; instead she leaned forward and lightly kissed each eye. He pulled her to him and they shared their first kiss. Sheri figured now was a good time for her confession, so after they broke the kiss she said now it's my turn. She said to Rog she had told him that the burns were so bad they had to remove what was left of my arms. There was more, they also had to remove my breasts, I have no breasts. 

Rob smiled at her and said he suspected that had happened after what she had described to him. He laughed and said since he could not see that, she was a perfect 38 D in his eyes! They both had a good laugh and again hugged and kissed. She said just to be sure you understand, I have a lot of scaring on my upper body. Rob said no problem for him, relax. He asked how she felt about the loss of her arms and Sheri said she did not mind a lot. She enjoyed the challenge of only having one "arm" to do things with, and it was not even real. I think amputees are sexy she added. I also have no problem with your liking me not having any arms. I see your reaction to holding on to my hooks and I like it. His pants had tented immediately earlier.

They kissed again and his hand went up to where her breast should have been and he lightly used his fingers to rub her chest wall. Rob broke the kiss and asked if she would like to go back to his or her place for the night. Sheri said she would love too and let's go to my place. He asked if she had any rubbers and she said not necessary, I had had my tubes tied. They went and found Fay and asked her to take them home. Fay gave her a questioning look and Sheri said Rog was going to spend the night with her. Fay said great and that she was going to stay in her wheelchair. 

Rob said he did not realize she used one and she said yes, when she was home or went shopping. They got loaded up in the van and headed for Sheri's place. Rog said thanks for a great evening and that they would have to get together again. Fay said she was glad to do it and they got to Sheri's place and said good night. Fay added have fun and they all laughed. She headed back home glad that Sheri had finally found someone. She wondered if she had lost a lover. She got back home and finished her work and went to bed.

Sheri and Rog got up to her apartment. She led him to her bedroom and asked if she could undress him first then he could remove her prosthetic arm for her. He said good plan and Sheri pulled his polo shirt over his head and undid his belt and trousers. He had to help some with the buttons but let her do as much as she could. She slipped them and his under pants off and his nice big cock was sticking straight out. She gently grasp it with her hooks and stroked it a few times. She then took him in her mouth licking off the pre-cum. She said your turn and he reached out to find her. She let him figure out her blouse and after that the skirt she had on. She had already kicked her flats off. 

She then guided him step by step on how to remove her arm. She told him to ignore the buckles but find the straps with Velcro tape on them. That was what came undone or refastened when she used her feet and toes to get in and out of the arm. He was amazed at her being able to do it that way and not need help. He got the arm undone and off and they got on to the bed. Rog asked if he could look at her with his hands first and she said go for it. He started at her head and examined her face. Just below her neck he ran into the scars. She directed him to move his hand to her right side first and he quickly found where her body sloped off rapidly just after her neck. With nothing left of her shoulder or related parts, the skin was right on the rib cage. 

He worked his hands down to her waist where he ran out of scar tissue and met smooth skin. She told him to do it any way he wanted from there, and he worked his way back up her chest. For him it was easy to feel where the skin grafts were as he moved up. He reached the area where her breasts used to be and felt nothing but grafted skin. Working his way up more he found the left shoulder which had burn scars on it and down the stump to the end. It was less than half way between her shoulder and where her elbow had been. The end of the stump was quite scared. After he moved his hands up her stump again, he took her face in his hands and kissed her very passionately.

He then told her how beautiful she was and felt her tears run down on his hands as he held her face. She finally said thank you, I am glad you don't really have to see me like this. Rog said but he did see her, and she was beautiful, like he just said. She guided him down on to the bed so they could be next to each other and he just held her and they kissed for a while. She told Rog she wanted to use her stump end to run over his eyes and he guided it up to his face and she did. He then kissed the end of the stump and she felt his cock grow hard again as it poked her in the stomach. 

Sheri said please use that to make love to me. As she was getting on her back she said she was not a virgin so he did not have to worry about hurting her. Rog laughed and said he was; so be gentle with me! Sheri was surprised but did not say anything, just laughed a little with him. He seemed to know what do though, and kissed her, then worked his kisses down her body. He stopped in the area of where her breasts had been, kissing the area good, and then kissed down further. She opened her legs to him and he kissed his way down her labia then used his tongue to slide it up her slit to her clit. She moaned in pleasure as he hit it and he kept his mouth there for some time pleasuring her. 

She came, and as she was coming down, he moved up into position and inserted his big cock. Sheri grunted in pleasure as he pushed it into her very wet cunt. It did not all fit the first time, but as he thrust in and out of her cunt it stretched finally taking all of him in. Soon Rog asked if he could cum in her and she said yes, cum big for me, and he did, causing Sheri to start her cum about half way through his. She felt his cum running out of her as he relaxed his arms and laid off to one side of her, still deep inside. He was on her right side and after a few minutes turned his head and started kissing the area where her shoulder had been. She moaned in pleasure and told him how good that felt.

Rog finally went limp and slipped out of Sheri's well fucked cunt. Rog turned her to him and pulled her in tight to him telling her thanks for the best day of his life. She laughed and said she hoped they could have many more "best days" together. They soon fell asleep.

Fay wondered how things were going with Sheri and Rog; she hoped they were having a good time together and was amazed at how fast things had happened. She was very sorry that Rog was blind, but glad they had met and it must have given Sheri the courage to move forward with not being worried about what she looked like to him, at least in her mind. She then turned her mind over to Tim. First thoughts were about what to fix for dinner for him. She would ask and see what he wanted. Second was having sex with him. That was a harder one. She decided she would go visit him tomorrow night and take him a bag of hamburgers and fries.

Fay got up on Saturday morning and did some cleaning of her place. She wondered again about Sheri but would wait until she called. She then called the floor Tim was on and asked if someone could please go to his room and put the phone hear him and dial her number for him. The nurse said she would be glad to in about 10 minutes. Fay told her the real reason for her call was to tell him she was going to bring in food for dinner tonight and to not eat the hospital meal and was that ok with the nurse. She said it was fine. About 5 minutes later the phone rang and it was Tim. She told him about not eating and the nurse said it was ok. She was not going to keep him on the phone as she knew the nurse needed to get back to work and would see him tonight.

She called the best hamburger place in town and put her order in for a 6 pm pick up time. Later she got ready to go. Since she would need to carry things from the van she decided to use her wheelchair. She had her prosthetic arm with her from last night and put it on and decided to leave her brace off. She left her bra and panties off but wore a vest to cover her hard nipples until she got into his room. The pick-up order was ready and the place even had a drive thru to make things easier. She was able to manage getting the things on to the passenger seat and headed for the hospital.

After she got out of the van she wheeled around to the passenger door and put the food and drinks on to her lap. She put the drinks between her thighs and tightened the Velcro belt around them some to keep them in place and not spill. She laughed and said she would have to hurry as the malts were cold!! She made it up to his room and the door was open. Fay quickly got rid of the cold malts and rubbed her legs to warm them back up. Tim was surprised to see her in her wheelchair, without her brace, and told her she looked very sexy that way. Without her brace and built up shoe, her very atrophied, paralyzed right leg just swung freely from the chair seat. Fay had hoped he would like seeing it that way. 

As she was taking her vest off, Fay said you must be turning into a devotee and Tim said yes, now that he was up and around he had noticed how good the female patients looked. Good for you Fay said. She asked him which malt he wanted the vanilla or chocolate? He said which one do you want and they went back and forth laughing the whole time. He finally took the vanilla and then Fay said that was the one she wanted! She told him the cheeseburgers were loaded and was there anything he did not want on his. He said loaded was great. It was decided that him sitting in his wheelchair would make it easier to eat. She was going to have to feed him as the hooks of his and her arm would slice right through the sandwich. She went to the desk to get some help to get him up.

An orderly helped Tim into his wheelchair and got the bedside table fixed for them. Fay was able to get the burger in her hand and gave Tim the first bite. After he had chewed it he said it was the best her ever had. Fay agreed on how good they were. She gave him a drink of the malt, it was too thick for a straw so she held it to his lips. She had not put his arm on him and noticed his stump moving around and started getting aroused by it. They finished their meal and she asked him what he would like for her to fix for his dinner later this week. He thought and said would a pork roast with mashed potatoes and gravy be too much trouble? Fay said no, it was a lot easier that some other things. 

Fay cleaned up the mess they had made and then washed her hand in the bathroom then unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it out of her skirt. She got some towels and on the way back she locked the door and pulled alongside of his wheelchair facing in the opposite direction. She was on the right side of it and she leaned over and put the hooks of her arm on his seat cushion. She then leaned over, knowing her blouse had fallen open, and kissed him. After a minute or so she moved her hooks into the hard penis she had noticed he had gotten from watching her. She told him how sexy he looked sitting in his chair with his arm stump moving around. Looking back at her he said your crippled leg without the brace sure has me turned on. Fay said she had noticed that and pushed on his cock again with her hooks. 

She told him to rock to his left a little so she could pull his pj's down and get to him better. She got them down and put a towel down. She also put one around her prosthetic arm so he would not cum on it. He looked down and Fay also looked down as she grasp his hard cock with the hooks. After letting her shoulder relax, and with full pressure on it, she asked if it was too tight. Tim said no, it felt fantastic. Fay had the elbow locked and started gently rocking her upper torso so that the hooks masturbated him. She had taken hold of him up near his cock head and the fore skin was pulled back and forth over his head as she did him. Tim said he could not believe how good that felt. 

Fay had twisted some in her wheelchair and was able to get her hand down and cup his balls as she rocked. She soon felt them tighten up and about that time Tim said he was going to cum and did. She felt his cum move through his ball sack and kept stimulating him until he said enough. She took her fingers and ran them over the top of his cock head gathering up some of his cum and then licked them off. She grinned at him saying great desert. Fay cleaned them up and was glad she put the towel over her prosthetic arm as that was where most of his cum had landed. Tim asked what he could do for her and said he had just done a lot and they would figure out some way for him to do more later. They kissed some more and she said she had better get going. She buttoned her blouse and put her vest back on. 

Tim thanked her for the burgers and afterglow and they said good night. Fay got back down to her van and on her way home. Her cell rang and she pulled over and told Sheri she would call her back in a while. After Fay got home she immediately went to her bedroom, pulled her short skirt up and masturbated right there in her wheelchair. She was parked right in front of her long closet mirror looking at how crippled she was and thinking of Tim. To her they were both very arousing thoughts. She now knew she was going to let him fuck her, or her him, on Wednesday night. She got herself off at least three times, one right after the other. 

After resting and enjoying herself more in the mirror, Fay undressed, removed her arm and headed for the shower letting the hot water fall over her for some time. She dried off, got back in her chair and got in bed. She called Sheri and apologized for the delay but offered no explanation. Sheri did not mind, or notice, wanting to tell all about her time with Rog and she did. He had not left until Saturday afternoon and yes they had sex several times. Fay was surprised when Sheri told her he was a virgin, but was a great lover always being sure she came. She could be totally uninhibited with him, and enjoy it, not having to worry about how she looked. Fay could not resist saying she bet even if he could see her it would not matter. 

Sheri said that might be so but no matter, they got along fine together so that was all that mattered now. She also thanked Fay again for having them over for dinner and breaking the ice. Fay asked how they got along with meals and Sheri said fine, they had both learned how to help each other. They talked for a few minutes more and then said good night. Fay turned the light out still thinking about Tim.

Wednesday came and Fay went up to the floor to get Tim as soon as she was done with her shift. The head nurse knew about the plan and was all for it. She and Fay had been good friends for some time and she also liked Tim and was glad someone was looking out for him. She had a pretty good idea about what was going on between them and was happy for both of them. Fay pushed him down to her van and got him loaded. She drove home and got him in her place and showed him around. She immediately got the roast out of the ice box and into the oven. They sat out on the patio so Tim could get some sun. He asked her to remove his clothes so he could tan all over. She did and noticed her nurse friend had removed his catheter. 




Fay Ch. 02



Fay laughed and said I suppose you want me to join you and he said up to you. It took her all of two seconds to start undressing keeping her eyes locked on his. She noticed that he was looking more at her missing arm and crippled leg than her breasts. It was really the first time he had an unobstructed view of her shoulder, or what was left of it. He even asked her to get closer to him so he could see it, which she did, and they compared their empty shoulders. She then removed her brace and sat back on a lounge facing him. Trying not making a big deal out of it, she always kept her legs spread so he could see her shaved pussy. She caught him looking there a couple of times and said sorry, but with my paralyzed leg I can't keep them closed grinning at the same time. 

Nodding at his hard cock, she said she noticed he did not have his catheter in and asked who took it out. He said yes, the head nurse did and said she thought I would enjoy myself more that way. Fay said I hope so also. Let me know when you have to go to pee and don't wait too long. Since Tim was very pale they did not stay in the sun for long. Fay put her brace back on and asked him if he wanted her arm on or off and he said off, all day, please. He knew she did not like to wear it much and she kissed him saying thanks. As she straightened up she put her nice large breast in his mouth letting him suck her nipple. As he was doing this she asked if it was ok if she left his arm off also, she enjoyed taking care of him. He said that was fine but he knew she just wanted him as her sex object.

Fay bopped his shoulder and said you guessed my plan and they laughed. She pushed him into the bedroom and said a trip through the shower would be good to get the suntan lotion off. He watched closely as she removed her brace again and got in her wheelchair. With some effort she got him in the shower and on the bench without his falling on the floor. She put the chest belt around him and washed both of them good. She had him go ahead and pee while he was there. She shaved her legs and pussy giving him an eye full. He asked if she would shave him and she told him she did not think it was a good idea right now. It might be embarrassing for him back at the hospital. She told him she would be glad to when he got out and they looked into each other's eyes for some time.

Fay got down on the floor and Tim was amazed at how easily she did it with her totally crippled right side the way it was. She moved over to him and said wow, nothing to get in the way of that beautiful big cock. She pulled his legless hips forward on the bench a little and took his hard-on in her mouth. It was a mouthful and she enjoyed every moment of it. Before long she had it down her throat with her lips on his balls. Several times she looked up and Tim was watching her in wonderment and great pleasure. A couple of times his balls pulled up and she grabbed hold of them and pulled them back down and stopped sucking. 

Fay had two goals in mind; one, she wanted his cum in her mouth and two she wanted to get him off so later when they were fucking, he would not cum so fast since it would be his first time. This time when his balls pulled up she let him shoot his cum in her mouth and throat. He tried to warn her to take her mouth off that he was Cumming, but that only made her suck harder. He had built up a good load since last Saturday evening when she masturbated him with her hooks. She cleaned him off good and let him slip out of her mouth. When she looked up at him he said sorry he could not stop. Fay said nothing to be sorry about; she wanted him to cum in his mouth. She got back up on the bench with him and they kissed and he tasted himself for the first time. 

She dried both of them off and managed to get him back in his chair. Tim asked if they could stay naked and Fay said sure, good idea. She got her brace back on and pushed him into the kitchen. She added more food to the oven and got the potatoes mashed. She enjoyed doing all this with only one arm and hand very much as she was that way at home most of the time. She knew Tim was enjoying watching her very much. Fay got the gravy made and everything on the table. She put the food for both of them on one plate and sat down beside him. After a deep, passionate kiss between them, she told him how glad she was to have him here with her. The first fork full went to Tim, and after swallowing, he told her how good it tasted. It was something he had not had for a long time.

They had a great dinner together and again, Tim watched as Fay got the kitchen cleaned up. By now she noticed he was hard as a rock again and leaking cum. On her last trip to the table for dirty dishes she leaned forward as if to kiss him and went right by his mouth down to his cock and sucked the pre-cum off of it licking her lips after. While she was at the sink she turned slightly so he had a good profile look at her very crippled right side and breasts as she put the dishes in the dishwasher. She glanced at him several times letting him know she knew he was watching her crippled body closely. She gave him a huge simile also letting him know she enjoyed him doing so very much.

After she got the kitchen cleaned she pushed him out on to the patio and they were just in time for the sunset. Just as it was gone she leaned over and whispered into Tim's ear that she would like him to fuck her now. He looked at her in surprise and with a bit of fear on his face. Fay noticed it and asked what was wrong. He was quiet for a while then said he did not know if he was man enough to do it. Fay said what do you mean and Tim said look at me how am I supposed to do it to you. Fay took his face in her hand and said look at me, we are both very crippled but we CAN do it, trust me, I have no doubts about you. He finally nodded his head in her hand and she pushed him to the bedroom. They stopped in the bathroom for him to pee on the way. 

Fay was laughing and pushed his wheelchair up tight against the bed and undid his chest belt. She said to him now is the time to fall out of your chair. He did right on to the bed. She rolled him to the middle of it and lay down beside him. She got on his right side and using her left hand started stroking his shoulder area and then down to his legless hip area. She had never experienced anything like this before and saw that Tim was enjoying it as much as she was. She kissed him and said the plan was for her to sit on his cock and they would do it together. She had never had sex with a quad amputee she told him but they would be fine. He asked if he needed a rubber and she said no, she could not get pregnant. 

Fay said you have never done this have you and he said that the only thing he had ever done was he and his girlfriend had touched each other a couple of times but no intercourse. He said he had already told her about the nurses that had masturbated him and of course what you have done to me. He added one thing; would you please sit on my face? I have thought about it and it seems the only way I can pleasure you is to eat you and I would like to try it. Fay asked if he was sure, it was not necessary but he said it was necessary for him and would she please instruct him in the right way to do it. Fay said no problem and asked if he was ready. He said ready, willing and able and Fay managed to get her paralyzed leg beside him and squat down over his face. She asked if she should do it and he said you bet. She gently lowered herself down and right away he had his tongue in her slit. 

She just let him do his thing for a while sometimes moving herself to a better position for him to reach her. He was doing great and she was really getting turned on. As he ran his tongue through her slit she asked if he felt and could see that opening. He murmured yes and she said stick your tongue in it. He did and Fay came. It surprised both of them but he did not miss a beat. After a few minutes she asked him to move his tongue higher and she tilted her pelvis forward. She asked if she could see her clit sticking out and he said yes. She told him to use his tongue and mouth on it and again came big time this time. It caused some wetness to run out of her and he lapped it up seeming to enjoy it.

Finally Fay said Tim, I need that big cock in my cunt now and moved back towards it. She was able to grasp it with her hand and guide it into her pussy. She took it in all the way with no problem and just sat and enjoyed how much it filled her up for a while. Finally she flexed her very strong left leg muscle and raised herself up and relaxed it to slide down. She repeated this over and over and then she felt Tim thrust what was left of his pelvis some to meet her thrusts. She angled her pelvis forward again and this caused more friction on her clit and it hit his pubic bone sending sharp jolts through her.

Soon Fay started telling him to shoot his cum in her cunt, to fill her with his cum, fuck her good, she was going to cum all over him and did. She almost lost her balance and fell off him but caught herself just in time. The jolt seemed to cause Tim to blast his cum in her and she felt it as he did. She squeezed her cunt muscles down hard on him trying to force out every last drop. He finally stopped his ejaculations and immediately got soft and slipped out. They both felt the results of their screwing flow out. Fay fell off to her left, his right side, and got on her side by him. They kissed and she asked if it was good for him. They both broke out laughing hard and she moved down to his cock and took it in her mouth.

She savored the mix of their juices and cleaned him off good. She felt one little twitch as she licked his head with the foreskin pulled back but he did not get hard. She pulled back up to his side and then saw what time it was. He had to be back by midnight and there was just enough time to get him cleaned up and back. She got into her wheelchair and got a warm, wet washcloth and towel and cleaned him up good. There was such a strong smell of sex in the room from both of them, she just hoped he did not smell like it. She got his stuff back on him and with a lot of effort back in his chair and chest belt on. 

She got her shirt and skirt on and then her brace and they headed to her van. They both had sad looks on their faces at having to separate. On the way he thanked her profusely for the great dinner and his first fuck. Fay said you are welcome on both accounts. Thank you for being such a great lover and getting me off so much. They got to the hospital and she got him up to his room with just minutes to spare. They had kissed good night in the van so Fay just headed back to her van from the nurses desk. When she got home she got in the shower and then into bed. She cried herself to sleep caring so much for Tim, but wondering if she could handle the physical strain of trying to take care of him.

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In several of my stories I have talked about people with prosthetic arms. If you go to Google yahoo and type in Cynthia Dusel-Bacon, she and her husband have posted several great videos demonstrating how her (and other) arms work. Her left arm is very fancy. Her right arm is totally gone at the shoulder and she has a left above elbow amputation.



Fay Ch. 03



Reading the previous chapters of this story will get you up to date with the story line and people. Strong sexual content.

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The days past and Fay was busier than ever. There seemed to be no shortage of war injuries involving amputated arms, and legs, on both males and females. Fay's specialty at the VA hospital was teaching arm amputees how to use their prosthesis. Her right arm was gone along with part of the shoulder and her right leg was paralyzed and shortened from bomb fragments. She had quite a few new patients and was not able to spend a lot of time with Tim during the day but she often stayed after work helping him eat. He did not require a lot of help now as he had learned how to use his left above elbow prosthetic very well. She got very wet a lot of the times watching him use it. 

She and Tim had become lovers and he had been home with her on a pass one time so far. She masturbated him often either with her hand or the hooks on her prosthesis if she had it on when visiting him. While at her house, she had trouble taking care of him since he was a quad amputee with legs missing at his hips, his right arm gone at the shoulder and his left arm above his elbow. He really had nothing to work with and with Fay being so crippled also, she was not sure about their future. She knew she did care for him a lot though.

Margo had called and was doing great out of the hospital and wanted to know when they could get together. Fay suggested she come to her place for dinner on Friday and Margo said that would be great. 

Fay had a new patient to see this afternoon and went up on the floor. She knocked on the closed door and a voice said come in. Janice was in a bed with the head rolled up some. Fay went in and introduced herself and they chatted a while about where all they had been in the military. She was in the Air Force and Fay was Army. Fay got down to business and told her why she was there, to get her fitted with an arm prosthesis and teach her how to use it. Janice said ok but was hesitant. Fay had noticed and asked why. Janis started crying and said she did not think it would make much difference as badly crippled as she was. 

Fay asked what she meant and Janice said pull the sheet back and look. Her left leg was in a full leg cast and the foot was missing. Her right leg, hip bone, and pelvis were gone, a hemipelvectomy. Janice said her right kidney, spleen, uterus, fallopian tube, right labia, buttock and a lot of skin was also gone along with injuries to her bowel. Her right arm had been broken and the left arm was gone above the elbow. Fay could see where chest tubes had been along with a colostomy. All were closed now and except for the leg still being in a cast, she was mostly healed, at least as much as she was going to be. A urinary catheter ran to a bag.

Fay asked about her leg and Janice said they still had more surgery to do on it. Fay was quiet and after a pause, Janice said she just wished it was gone like her other one was. Fay did not have her prosthesis on and removed her lab coat so Janice could see how badly she was injured also. Fay knew she could also see her shortened, crippled leg encased in her leg brace and stilt. She scooted her chair closer to the bed and took hold of Janice's hand in hers. She looked at her and then asked if she had talked to her doctor about that. Janice got a surprised look on her face and asked what do you mean? Fay took a breath wondering if she should get into this discussion. She then told Janice it was her body and she could decide what was done with it and she did not have to go along with everything that was done to her. 

Janice digested this for a few minutes then said you mean that I could stop the surgeries, and then she paused for a few seconds, have it removed. Fay just nodded her head. Janice asked if Fay thought she would ever be able to walk on it and Fay said she had no way of knowing. Yes she could be fitted with a foot prosthesis, but would the leg be able to work was anyone's guess. Janice just looked at her and Fay could tell she was really thinking. Fay finally asked more about her leg and she said that both the upper and lower bones were shattered. Fay asked if she knew how high the breaks went and Janice said she had been told her femur was shattered about 2/3's of the way up. The patella (knee cap) had also been blown away. 

Fay asked what she thought she would like to have done. Janice immediately said amputate it at the broken part of her femur and get it over with. Janice said she did not mind being an amputee and started to say something else but stopped, smiling. Fay said then why don't you tell the doctor that. Janice said can I, and Fay said you bet you can! Janice then asked her if she would help her and Fay said that was what she was here for and would be glad to. Janice asked if she would be there when she talked with the doctor and Fay said she would. Fay knew the doctor and that she would understand but did not tell Janice that, she wanted her to learn to stand on her own two feet, pardon the pun. 

Fay found out the approximate time the doctor made rounds and would arrange to be there for moral support. She told Janice they would wait for a while to start on her arm project. They hugged and Fay left. Luckily that had been her last patient so she stopped to see Tim and he was just finishing up eating. He looked proud that he had done it by himself. She had not put her lab coat on and Tim said she looked very sexy that way pointing his hooks at her empty shoulder. She looked down at it and said she thought so also and kissed him. He nudged her breast with his hooks as they kissed.

She finally forced herself away from his hooks and said she needed to get going as she had to stop at the store as Margo was going to be there for dinner tomorrow night. He asked if he could be there again sometime and Fay said you bet, I will get an order for a pass going. She whispered in his ear that she needed another great fucking like he gave her the last time, kissed him and said good night. She went straight to her car and on to the store. She used her wheelchair there and got lots of smiles and looks. She got her stuff and a sacker helped her out to her van putting the bag on the passenger seat. Fay noticed he watched closely as she got in.

At home she put the bag on her lap and wheeled up to her apartment. After putting things away she headed to the bedroom to undress and then into the shower. She washed good and decided she would wait and shave good Friday. She dried and got back in her wheelchair and to the bedroom. She put an old sleeveless shirt on and headed back to the kitchen and fixed a bit of dinner. After dinner she called Margo and Fay told her what she had planned for dinner and was it all ok. Margo said it sounded great and to not go to a lot of trouble. They finished up and Fay headed to her bedroom to watch TV.

The next day she planned to be up with Janice and had another patient on the same floor. She asked the nurse to let her know when the doctor got there. Just as she was getting finished with that patient the nurse said the doctor was on the floor. Fay went to Janice's room and told her to relax. She suggested a question Janice might ask the doctor and the doctor soon came in the room. After asking Janice how things were Janice asked if they could talk. The doctor said sure and pulled a chair over to the bed and sat. Fay and the doctor had winked at each other out of sight of Janice. She asked the doctor if her body was spending a lot of time and energy trying to heal her badly broken leg. 

The doctor agreed it was. Janice looked at Fay then the doctor, chewing her lip, and finally said she did not want anymore surgery to try and fix or save her leg; amputate it at the end of the upper femur fracture and get it over with. The doctor only hesitated a few seconds and asked her if she was sure and Janice said very sure. The doctor said she agreed with the decision and she was glad Janice had spoken up; it made her job a lot easier. She told Janice she could do it this afternoon, was that too soon. Her jaw dropped and then she said absolutely not, the sooner the better! The doctor told her to not eat or drink anything else today and did she have any other questions. Janice said no and thank you very much. She held out her one arm and she and the doctor hugged. Fay mouthed a thank you to her on her way out. 

Fay went over to the bed and they hugged and Janice started crying. Fay held her for a little longer then looked into her face. She asked if she was ok and Janice said she was great, I did not realize it would be that easy. Fay said no problem, you should always be open and honest with your doctor and if they won't talk straight with you, find another one. Fay said she had to get back to work but would see her before she went. Fay stuck her head in to say hello to Tim and headed back down to the department.

Mark came in for his last session as he was being transferred to a hospital near his home. They went through one last round of exercises with both of his arms and Fay gave him a big hug. She asked him to keep in touch and let her know how he was doing. Fay grabbed a quick bite to eat and headed back up to Janice's room. The nurse was just going over the operative paperwork and Fay signed as a witness for her. After she left Fay asked how Janice was doing. She said great and Fay noticed she seemed to slur her words a little. The nurse must have given her the pre op shot to relax her. Fay said can I ask you a question and Janice nodded her head yes. Fay said you want to be a double amputee don't you.

Janice got a big smile on her face and said yes, she did. Fay said I thought so after what you did not say earlier. She added she saw nothing wrong with it she was just sorry she had to go through all the pain she had gone through. Janice said no problem, it was worth it and after I get this last one over with I am looking forward to more with you. Fay understood her meaning and said so am I. Two corpsmen from surgery came in about that time and said it was time to go. They were going to push her bed down to save the pain of moving her to a cart. The headed out and Fay said she would see her later.

She went to her last patient of the day but the prosthetic lab had not delivered his new arm yet so they just did some strengthening exercises. Since this was her last patient for the day she went to Tim's room to see how he was doing. He was gone somewhere so she left him a note, went back down to the department and put her stuff away and headed home. She got some dinner started then headed for her bedroom, got undressed and into the bathroom. She got the water adjusted then washed good. She shaved her legs and pussy and douched good for Margo. She was wet just thinking about her. 

After she dried off she did not put any makeup on and ran her hand through her short hair. She put on her shirt and left it unbuttoned and decided she was going to stay in her wheelchair tonight. She got some more food for dinner going and the door bell rang. Margo came in and as Fay had figured barley had any clothing on. Her jean shorts were very short and frayed. Her camel toe was very obvious and the t-shirt she had on was also very short and tight across her big breasts. Fay laughed as she said looks like you are ready for business. Margo said well I have more on than you do as she used her hooks to pull open Fay's shirt and clamped on to her nipple. Fay said she would give her an hour to stop that. Margo pulled off the hard nipple without opening the hooks and said times up.

They headed to the kitchen and Fay had cold iced tea ready. Margo helped her get things ready and on the table and they sat down and ate. Fay loved watching Margo use her prosthetic arm with hooks on her left arm and Margo loved watching Fay only use one arm to do things with. Margo had been left handed so she used her hooks most of the time to do things. Tonight her right hand stayed in her lap all the time. There was not much said between them just their eyes looking into each other's. As soon as they were done eating Margo got up and pushed Fay's wheelchair to the bedroom. 

Margo used her hooks to remove Fay's shirt and Fay pulled Margo's shorts down and her top over her head. Margo kneeled down and Fay removed her prosthetic arm. Margo got onto bed and Fay removed her left prosthetic leg and then Margo watched Fay struggle to transfer from her wheelchair to the bed, her paralyzed right leg just flopping around. As Fay got close enough, Margo took hold of the leg with her one hand and started rubbing it all over. It was very thin and all of the muscles had atrophied. It was over three inches shorter than the left leg. Fay moaned in pleasure as she watched Margo's hand stimulate her. 

Next Margo slowly moved her hand up Fay's side to her nice large 36D breast. Margo fingered the few scars left from the shrapnel that had blown Fay's arm off and damaged her leg so bad. Fay shudder at her touch. Margo next moved her hand up to the empty shoulder, or what was left of it, and she massaged the whole area. Fay finally came as Margo's touch rubbed over the scars and pushed into the partial socket. They grinned at each other and Fay fell over on to her back her useless right leg flopping wide open leaving her dripping, shaved cunt open for Margo to feast upon. She wasted no time in doing so. 

After several cums Fay finally blacked out as Margo sucked her whole clit area into her mouth and used her teeth to gently bit her very large, engorged, protruding clit. She came to a few seconds later with her own hand squeezing her breast tightly. Margo was grinning up at her from between her legs with cum all over her face. Fay beckoned her up and they kissed passionately for a while. Fay had hold of Margo's short leg stump and was massaging it and pushing on the femur bone end through the end flap. Margo was lying on Fay's paralyzed leg and started humping it rubbing her clit hard on the upper leg bone. Margo had lifted her head from Fay's lips and was staring into her eyes panting hard. Fay let loose of the stump and quickly slid three fingers into Margo's very wet cunt and started fucking her G-spot. Margo immediately came big time.

They both fell asleep for a few minutes them Margo rolled over on her back. Looking at Fay she said that was the best yet. Fay just nodded her head and rolled over to kiss her. Margo finally said she had better get up and on her way home. The both sat up, played with each other's arm stumps and finally Margo put her prosthetic leg and arm on and got dressed. Fay enjoyed watching her do it. When she was dressed, Fay got into her wheelchair and went to the door with her. They kissed good night and Margo headed home. Fey went to the bathroom and back into bed. 

After she got in bed she called the floor that Janice was on to check and see how she was after her surgery. Luckily a nurse she knew answered the phone and gave her the information that she was doing very well, was awake and had eaten a little. Fay asked her to let Janice know she had called asking about her and the nurse said she would do so right now. Fay thanked her and hung up. She turned the lights out and lay there thinking about all of her different lovers.

On Monday morning she went into work early and up to see Janice. She was awake and they hugged. Janice folded the sheet back showing off her truncated body. Her freshly amputated leg was still wrapped in a large dressing with an ace bandage about it. Janice said looks great doesn't it and Fay had to agree as she felt herself get wet. It was also the first time that Fay had seen her hemipelvectomy and Fay felt it was both a very ugly and sexy sight. She asked Janice if she could look closer and she said sure. There were lots of scars all over the place. Janice looked at Fay and said not a very pretty sight is it. Fay, slightly smiling, said depends on your point of view. Janice grinned back at her nodding her head indicating she got her meaning. 

Fay said she needed to get to work and they hugged and she left. She stuck her head in to say hello to Tim and that she would see him later in the afternoon. She got back downstairs and it was a busy morning. In the afternoon she checked Tim's chart and the doctor had given him another pass. She went in to tell time and he seemed to be very upset. Fay asked what the matter was and he told her they were transferring him back to his home state and that his uncle had agreed to look after him. Fay went over to the bad and sat on the side taking hold of his arm stump not knowing what to say. She finally asked when and he said around 10 days to 2 weeks for now. She told him about the pass and said that this Sunday would be a good day for him to come to her place. He asked if she was sure and she said you bet I am.

She gave him a kiss and headed to her next patient. She had to really concentrate on what she was doing as Tim was on her mind. After work she went back up to his room and watched him as he fed himself with his hook arm. She gave him some tips that helped but they were both very quiet. She finally asked him what he wanted for dinner on Sunday and they figured out a menu. They finally said good night to each other and Fay left. She stopped in Janice's room and said good night to her. She asked if they could get her arm ordered tomorrow and Fay said she would do that for sure.

Fay got home at took her shower and went to bed. She lay there thinking about Tim and after several hours of no sleep came to the conclusion that his moving on was the best thing for both of them. They were both severely crippled and even though she cared a great deal for him she knew in her heart she was not physically able to take care of him. She was sure that as good a person that he was, he would not have any trouble meeting someone in his home area. She knew the therapist at the hospital he was going to and she would call her and have her look out for someone for him.

After only a few hours of sleep she got up and to work getting her day started. She finally got up to the floor and stopped in to see Tim first. He seemed to be feeling better about things and said he was glad to be headed back to familiar country. Fay gave him encouragement and told him about knowing the therapist there and would call her. He perked up at the "her" and they grinned at each other. She left and headed to Janice to get her started on her arm. A man from the prosthetics lab was to meet her and get Janice measured and a stump cast made. He got there at the same time and Fay introduced them. He made the cast first then took measurements next. Fay wrote things down for him and helped Janice understand the different things she could have on the arm. 

Janice said she was not really interested in a fancy, complicated one, just hooks would be fine. They got all the details worked out and he left. Fay did some strengthening exercises and asked her to keep working on them several times a day. Fay had brought up a sandbag with a loop on it to fit over the stump end. She asked how her leg stump was and Janice said great, the doctor had changed the dressings and it looked great. She was so glad the leg was gone as she could move around so much better and had even been out of bed already with just a touch of pain being the main thing now. She was off the pain killers and felt much better. 

Fay said she was glad to hear all was going good now. She asked Janice if there was anything she could get her and Janice said yes, would she mind finding a couple of night gowns so she could get rid of the hospital gown. Fay laughed and said she would be glad to, she must be feeling better today. On the way home she stopped at the mall and using her wheelchair, went to the store she knew she could find just what she wanted. After she got home she fixed a bite to eat and since it was Friday night just relaxed with a movie for a while. She took her shower then got in bed and called Margo to catch up on the week.




Fay Ch. 03



Fay got up Saturday morning and did some house work, decided she would change the bed tomorrow morning so it would be fresh when Tim was there. She was still bummed out by his leaving but down deep she knew it was best for both of them. That afternoon she went to the store and left her brace off. She had done a lot of walking this week and her leg was sore. Since it was 3+ inches shorter and her wheelchair did not have different footrest heights, it just hung down and swung around and she enjoyed the looks she got. Her foot and toes pointed straight down since the lower part of her leg was totally paralyzed. She just wore a small, light cotton sock on it and also did not have her prosthetic arm on which added to the attraction. Her wheelchair was set up for one handed use and she never had any problems guiding it around.

Surprising enough it was someone else that bumped into her and he was very embarrassed. Quickly it dawned on both of them that they knew each other slightly. He was a civilian and worked in the hospital administration. He was very red faced as he said he was sorry and Fay did her best to put him at ease. She could also tell that he was looking her over very closely as they talked. She did not mind at all as she was very proud of her looks especially as a crippled woman. They reminded each other of their names, his was Jay, and he asked her if she would like to get something cold to drink after they were done. Fay readily accepted and agreed on a time and place there in the mall to meet. She finished up and made a stop in the rest room to freshen up a bit.

Fay had time to put her groceries in the car and was back inside just getting to the mall restaurant at the same time Jay was. They got a place at a table and Jay went and got their drinks. Fay arranged herself sitting beside the table facing where Jay would sit. She had a short skirt on and a tight top. He returned to the table and sat facing her and Fay thought he was very happy to be doing so. He asked her where she worked and Fay told him where and what she did giving her an opening to tell him about her injuries without him being embarrassed having to ask. He explained that he had spent four years in the military in the medical corps but was not ever in action, most of the time spent at the hospital in Germany. 

Fay noticed he spent a lot of time looking at her empty shoulder and down at her crippled leg at times, more so than at her breasts with her hard nipples sticking out through the bra. She smiled at him and said I hope you are a devotee and Jay got a startled look for a few seconds and then quickly said yes he was. Fay said good, I enjoy being with someone that is not afraid to be seen with me. Jay, shaking his head, said never, I would be honored to be seen with you. They held each other's gaze for several long seconds and then Fay smiled and said good. He relaxed and asked her out. Fay said she already had plans for Sunday but next weekend would be great. They exchanged phone numbers and he said he would be in touch. She thanked him for the cold drink and they headed to the parking lot. 

Outside at her van she turned to him and said you're not married are you and Jay said oh no, did not even have a girlfriend right now. Fay said good and I am not either. He watched her lower the ramp and get into her van and when she was at the wheel, lowered the window, and he stepped up to it. Fay grinned and said thanks for using the excuse of running into to me to pick me up. Jay got flustered trying to deny it but realized she was just pulling his leg. He finally laughed and asked if he could call her tonight and Fay said she would like that. He headed off to his car and Fay started home.

On the way she decided she would stop by the hospital and give Janice her night gowns. Fay wheeled into a restroom to pee and while washing her hands, looked in the mirror. She grinned and said what the heck might as well find out and removed her bra putting it in her bag on the back of the chair. She went up to her room and knocked on the door. She heard the TV being turned down and a voice said come in. Fay pushed the door open and wheeled into the room. Janice got a big smile on her face and said what a surprise to see her here on the weekend. Fay said she had her gowns and did not want her to wait for them. Fay was up close to the bed now and Janice looked her over and said wow, don't you look sexy that way. 

Fay said thank you and pulled the shopping bag from her chair back bag, pulling the gowns out and handing them to Janice. She held each one up and said they looked great, thank you so much. Fay asked if she wanted to put one on and Janice said you bet. Fay said she would turn around and Janice said no, you don't have to do that. Fay said she should lock the door though and Janice agreed. She waited for Fay to get back by the bed then removed her hospital gown and put it aside. They were looking into each other's eyes as the hospital gown came off then Janice saw Fay's eyes go down to her breasts. The large hospital gown had done a very good job of hiding very large, firm breasts Fay saw. Janice was in no hurry to put the new gown on. 

She grabbed hold of the trapeze bar and pulled herself upright thrusting her chest out some more. She saw Fay's mouth open slightly and quietly asked if she liked. Fay said you bet and she pointed to Janice's missing right hip and said add that and you are very, VERY sexy. Fay was sitting on the right side of the bed and asked Janice is she could touch; Janice said she would like that very much, no one but herself had done so yet. Fay put her one hand out and started at the top of the scar close to Janice's rib cage and using her fingers worked her way down into the void. After a few seconds Janice shivered and said that feels so good traveling from a feeling area to one that has no feeling and back to feeling. Where the scars were the skin nerves had been cut and left an area of no feeling.

She ran her hand all over the area and noticed that Janice had grabbed hold of the bar and tipped herself slightly onto her left hip area exposing her slit and Fay saw that the right side of the labia was missing and she was looking right at the urinary catheter protruding from her urethra and then her vagina. Janice was watching where Fay's hand was going and when it stopped, she looked at Fay. Fay said farther and Janice said please, I have not been touched there for a long time. Fay continued with two fingers on over to the area between Janice's anus and vagina. She moved them upward through the vaginal opening and up to her clitoris. Janice moaned in pleasure whispering please make me cum. Fay pushed on her clit and rubbed her finger around it and Janice quickly came. As she did she let go of the bar and fell back against her pillow and away from Fay's finger. 

Fay watched her give one more tremor then Janice moved her head to look at Fay. As she did Fay licked her finger off and Janice saw Fay's nipples pushing out her sweater a long way. With a big smile Janice said you liked doing that didn't you and Fay just smiled back and nodded her head rapidly. Janice nodded her head down at Fay's nipples and Fay looked down her chest also. She pulled the garment out of her skirt waistband and up and over her head letting Janice see her. They both reached out with their one arm and hand and grasp each other's breast pulling and massaging them. Both sets of eyes kept moving back and forth from breast to face each enjoying the feeling and look on their faces. After about five minutes Fay reluctantly pulled her hand away and said they had better get dressed before they get caught. Janice agreed and as she pulled her hand from Fay's breast she moved it up to her empty shoulder for a few seconds. Fay put her top back on and Janice pulled her new gown on. 

The gown fit fine and did not show too much of her breasts. Janice asked how much did they cost and Fay said my treat. She unlocked the door and wheeled back to the bed. Janice asked if they could work out some alone time and Fay said by all means we can. We need to let your leg heal a bit more then I will put a request on your chart for a pass and explained what it was and how it worked. Janice was surprised at the system. As Fay unlocked her wheels, Janice grabbed the bar and leaned over scrunching her lips for a kiss. Fay gave her a good one with some tongue and then said good night and wheeled out. She hoped her nipples had gone down if there was someone at the nurse's desk. Fortunately she did not run into anyone on her way out and in her very aroused state did not even stop at Tim's.

When she got home she put the groceries away and headed for her bed. She transferred over and got a big dildo out of her night stand. She pulled her thong off and was so wet the dildo slipped in all the way with one push. She worked it in and out and got herself off twice one right after the other. When she came down she just laid there for a while with it still sticking all the way in her pussy. She finally got undressed and into the shower taking a nice long, hot one. Her nipples were still hard as she toweled off and got back into bed. She then thought about Jay wondering where that would go as she was interested in having a male lover available with Tim leaving town. 

Just as she was thinking about him the phone range and the caller ID showed it was him. She answered and he asked how she was. Still slightly on high from her visit with Janice and her dildo she said great, how he was doing. Jay said great also and Fay wondered if he and gotten himself off after their afternoon. She had seen his hard cock sticking out in his pants earlier. Jay laughed and said he sure liked her sense of humor; she really had him going a couple of times. Fay said good, she enjoyed joking around and don't worry, you will know when I am serious. Fay was naked and started rubbing her slit as they talked. She almost asked what he had on but did not this first time on the phone. 

They talked about food, books and a few other things and an hour passed quickly. Jay finally said he had better let her go and they said good night. Fay was really aroused again, she thought she must be getting close to a period. She got herself off and was soon asleep with a smile on her face.

She slept all night and awakened very refreshed the next morning. She got up in her wheelchair, had some toast and orange juice and straightened up a little more. She changed the sheets and put the dirty ones in the washer. She was going to pick Tim up at noon this time so she got in the shower, washed, douched and shaved her pussy and legs good. She put a short jeans skirt and halter on along with a denim shirt to cover the halter so who ever brought Tim down to the van could not see how she was dressed. As she got ready to leave she called the floor asking them to have Tim at the front door in 30 minutes. She saw the nurse push him out the front door as she pulled in the drive way. 

The nurse helped get Tim on the lift and into the van and tied down. Fay thanked her and they headed back to Fay's place. Fay had put her brace on so she was able to push Tim into the house and out on to the patio. She said she was going to fix lunch and bring it out there to eat. When she had the stuff on the table she got Tim over to it and they ate. He was getting very good with his hooks and she only had to help with a couple of things. She had removed her shirt when she went into the kitchen and Tim was looking at her breasts barley covered and her empty shoulder socket. She had not brought her arm home this time. Fay was also watching Tim use his arm and hooks and both of them were getting very Horney. 

When they were done eating Tim was not shy and asked if they could go to the bedroom and Fay said great idea. She leaned over and kissed him good then got up and locked her knee joint so Tim could see her do it. She pushed him into the bedroom and helped him undress and then removed his arm. She then dropped her short skirt and using his teeth Tim pulled the tie between her breasts lose on her halter as she sat on the bed. She took her brace off and scooted over by him. Tim asked if she would move her crippled leg up so he could use his arm stump to rub it. Fay did so and enjoyed the feel of it on her. She had spread her legs so he could also look right into her cunt. He asked her to move up in bed so he could get his mouth on it and she did. After a couple of good cums Fay moved on top of him with her head near his large, rigid cock. Her pussy was still at his mouth and she took his thick rod into her mouth and started sucking and licking.

The same as last time, her goal was to make him cum in her mouth so she could enjoy it, but also so he would last longer when they fucked each other. Fay soon had it worked deep into her throat and was using her throat muscles to milk it. When she felt like he was ready to cum she pulled his balls back down. After a couple of these she was ready for her reward and allowed him to shoot in her throat and pulled the head back into her mouth to enjoy the taste and slippery fluid. She had not made him cum at the hospital for a few days so he had lots to offer. Fay was also careful not to take too much so he was able to get hard again later. She no more than got him licked clean than he made her cum good and hard and she enjoyed his mouth on her every second. 

She turned around on him and soon they were kissing enjoying each other's taste. In that position his left arm stump was just long enough to reach up to her right shoulder socket and he rubbed it good for her. She even felt his cock firm up under her belly. She wiggled around telling him she was looking forward to him fucking her later. After some more kissing she managed to get him up into his wheelchair and he watched her put her brace on. They did not put any other clothing on and went to the patio for some sun. Fay watched Tim get very hard as he watched her walk around in just her brace, crutches and empty shoulder. Fay got just as turned on seeing her quad amputee lover sitting before her ready to fuck her good.

She went in and got them something to drink and then enjoyed the sun. It was partly cloudy so they could enjoy it longer today. Fay was sitting facing Tim and she knew he could see her shaved pussy that way. Tim spoke up in a shaky voice saying he would miss her very much and she would never know how much he appreciated all that she had done for him getting him ready for the rest of his life. As badly crippled as he was, she had made him get through it all. Even without the sex, she had saved his life he knew. They both had tears running down their cheeks and Fay scooted forward and kissed him tenderly saying thank you for that, it means a lot to see someone like you leave the hospital knowing they will be ok. 

They sat quiet for some time just looking at each other and then Fay said there are lots of women like me out there that are very interested in a man with no arms or legs and I am sure you will not have any trouble finding one around your new hospital. They might be nurses, volunteers or other technical people, whatever, just keep your eyes open and it will happen. Fay helped him on to a lounge so he could get some sun on his back. She removed her brace and lay down beside him and massaged some sun screen into him including his empty hip areas. 

After she was done spreading it all around she turned him on his side and snuggled into his chest. She felt his hard cock pushing into her belly. They were looking into each other's eyes and slowly she put her hand down and guided the large head between her legs. After that she moved her hand up and took hold of his hip pulling them closer together. With no legs to get in the way they could get very close. Every once in a while Tim would flex his Kegel muscle causing his prick to jump. When he did it Fay would move her hips back and forth a couple of times rubbing her labia across his big purple head. Gradually his pre-cum lubricated the area and the head slipped between her swollen lips and started hitting her vaginal entrance and clit. 

After about 40 minutes of this Fay finally changed the angle of her cunt and let Tim in. Both of them were very wet and it went in to the hilt of his pubic bone. They just lay there quietly for some time still looking at each other. Finally Fay clinched her vaginal muscles tightly around his big cock and squeezed him tightly for several seconds then relaxed. Tim responded by flexing it again. Neither one was doing any kind of pelvic movement during all this time, just flexing muscles. Soon Tim got a grin and Fay said go ahead, cum in me and clamped down on him. 

Tim ejaculated his load into her and as his hard cock was doing it, it rubbed against her clit sending Fay into her own big orgasm. Automatically her hips started thrusting now getting even more out of Tim. Their cum's finally gave out and Tim rolled back over on his back pulling out of Fay. She felt his deposit running out of her and through the webbing of the lounge. Tim asked her to rake her fingers through her snatch and give him a taste. She did and put her fingers to his lips. He cleaned them off and said it tasted fantastic, please move it up to my mouth. She got in a 69 with him and while he lapped at her she cleaned him off. 

When they were done with each other, she moved around to his face and they kissed some more. Fay told him that was the first time she had ever had intercourse that way and it was the most sensuous and sexy thing that had ever happened to her. Thank you for doing me that way! Tim said you're welcome but I can't take all the credit, you did your part. 

Fay looked at her watch and saw that they had been at it for over an hour and told Tim she had better get inside and start on dinner. Tim asked if they could hit the shower first and Fay said good idea. She got her brace on and Tim into his chair and into the shower they went. It was a fast trip and soon they were in the kitchen fixing dinner.



Fay Flowers



My name is Fiorenza. It's Italian and it means flower. Momma loves flowers. Every summer, daisies bloom in the field behind our home. When I was little, I'd run through the field pretending I was in one of those laundry detergent commercials on TV. You know, in a flowing dress with daisies all around? I'd pick a bunch for Momma and she'd smile and say, "Renza, are those for me?" She always calls me Renza. I hate Renza.

Right now Momma's on the couch, passed out, drunk on Southern Comfort. Dwayne, her asshole husband, hasn't bothered me in two days. That's 'cause he's not here. He took off to Wichita looking for a job. He's a sloppy son-of-a-bitch. Butt ugly. Always spitting tobacco and wearing white t-shirts stained with God knows what. And those jeans of his never fit him right. He belts them under his big gut and they hang off his flat ass. He doesn't look anything like my daddy did. My daddy had thick dark hair and nice teeth, like Tom Cruise. He fought in Vietnam. Died there, too. Momma's got a picture of him on the mantel. Sometimes Dwayne tries to make her put it away, but she tells him to fuck off.

When Dwayne gets back, he'll try to put his hands on my tits. I push him off when he does it. I don't want him. Once he caught me smoking pot, and I thought he'd bust me out to my momma, but he didn't. He just asked if he could smoke it with me. He's such a dick.

It's the fall of 1984. The field is bare now. No daisies - just a bunch of weeds and dying grass. I sit here, staring at it, smoking a joint with my back against the garage. The sky's a sheet of gray and cold air whips through my body. I wish I had my sweater, but I'm too lazy to go in and get it.

Yesterday, I turned 19. My granny sent me 500 dollars. I'm the happiest girl around, 'cause I'm gonna use the money to get the hell out of here.

Where? L.A., that's where. All the beautiful people are in L.A. You see there's nothing here for me in Kansas.

***

I'm sitting at the Greyhound bus terminal waiting to catch a ride to L.A.

What happened was, Dwayne, back from Wichita, sat next to me, as I was sitting behind the garage, and asked if he could smoke my pot with me. Sometimes I get sick of him asking, so I let him. He told me that he got a lead in Wichita. That's all Dwayne says lately, "I got a lead." He put his hands in my hair, and I pushed him off and told him to go to his wife. Then all of a sudden Momma was standing there and she immediately accused me of trying to get with her husband. I couldn't believe it. I mean, that's bullshit! 

She screamed, "I want you out of here!"

And I screamed, "No problem! I'll be gone in the morning!"

So here I am, off to L.A. Actually, we have to make a bunch of stops in Kansas, Colorado, Utah, and Nevada. But eventually, we'll get there.

The terminal is so depressing. The walls are a dirty orange and the seats are an ugly blue. It smells like piss in here, too. There aren't many people. Some guy sitting across from me, reading a magazine, keeps looking up and staring at me. He's got this sly grin on his face. I bet he wants to fuck me. God, he must be about 70.

There's a family a few rows across, a mother, a father and a little boy. The mom's screaming at the kid, telling him to sit still. Shit, that child is probably only four or five years old. How in the hell can she expect him to sit still? I've never understood that.

There's this girl, leaning against a wall. She's looking at me. Now she's coming my way. I wonder what she wants.

"Hey, you got a match?" she asks.

"Yeah, I got a lighter. Hold on."

I dig into my purse, looking for the lighter. She's staring at the purse. I've got over 400 dollars left and there's no way she's stealing it. "Here," I light her cigarette. She's got black hair like Joan Jett and she's wearing a black leather jacket. She looks tough, but her eyes don't. They're like, really big and brown.

"Thanks," she says, taking a seat next to me. "I'm Randi. Who are you?"

"Fiorenza."

"Fiorenza? Mmm...interesting. So Ren, where you headed?"

I hated Renza and I definitely hated Ren. I take a cigarette out of my purse and light it. "I'm off to L.A."

"No shit! So am I. I live there. Where ya gonna go?"

I really don't have a clue. But it would feel strange telling her that. "I'm visiting my aunt," I say.

She looks at me like she knows I'm lying. A woman gets on the intercom to let everyone know that the bus to L.A. is boarding.

"Hey! That's us," Randi says.

We finish our cigarettes and walk toward the bus. We each have one bag, but I'm also carrying my purse with all my money in it. When we board the bus, I find a seat close to the front. Putting my bag in the overhead, I notice that Randi's right behind me. She puts her bag in the same overhead and sits down next to me. 

She looks into my eyes and puts her hand on my knee. "You know, you're very pretty, Ren. You'll need me to protect you. Lots of assholes ride the bus."

The way Randi put her hand on my knee and the way she looked at me, I wonder if she's like, into me. I can handle myself. It's not like I need her to protect me. But it's cool having her around, I guess.

"Your aunt live in L.A. or somewhere else?" she asks.

She was looking at me in that way that looks like she knows I'm lying. Fuck! I'm just gonna tell her. "I don't have an aunt in L.A.! I'm just going out there to live, okay?"

"Calm down, Ren!" she says, smiling. "You and I are gonna stick together. I know people in L.A. Important people. You'll be all right."

I wish I could talk to her about what she means by "important people," but now her eyes are closed and she looks like she wants to sleep.

I guess I'll just have to wait.

***

We're in California. We've stopped in Barstow and we'll be in L.A. next. I've seen so many different sights. I guess I love the mountains the best. But this bus ride has been so totally fucked. It's jam packed and you have to push past a bunch of jerks to get to the bathroom. It reeks in there, too. I hate that smell. The last time I went, the person that was in there before me didn't even flush the toilet. I almost gagged. There was some soap so that I could wash my hands, at least.

Randi is standing next to the bus having a smoke, but I don't feel like getting out of my seat to join her. I got a good look at her when she was sleeping. She dyes her hair black, 'cause I could see some blond roots. Sometimes her head would fall on my shoulder when she slept. I didn't push her off. 

I told her about Momma and Dwayne and why I left and all. She told me she's been living in L.A. since she was 15, and the only reason she came home to Kansas was because her momma died. When she talked about her momma it kinda made me sad because I thought about my own momma. She's probably worried about me. I'll call her when I get to L.A. But I'm not going back to Kansas. No way.

Randi's getting on the bus. I tried to get her to tell me who she knows in L.A., but she just told me to stop spazzing about it. "We should be there soon," she says. "How you doin'?"

I'm gonna ask her again. I don't care if she gets annoyed. "Why won't you tell me about the people you know?"

"Give a rest, Ren. Damn!"

She's staring at me and I'm staring at her. 

"Okay...you're going to meet a guy named Doug," she says. "He's a good friend. He's got an apartment and he lets me stay there. So, we'll crash at his place. You'll like him."

"How do you know he'll be okay with me staying there?"

"'Cause, Ren, he's cool like that."

***

There's so many folks in L.A. that I'm like a little ant running around in a colony. And it's not just white people like back home in Kansas. I've seen blacks, Mexicans, and Chinese people here, too.

The first thing Randi did was take me to this burger place where she knows the owner. He gave us our meals for free.

Then we took a cab to the Hollywood Hills. There's lots of rich people there. We're at this guy Lawrence's house. He's older than me and Randi, but I figure he's one of Randi's important friends because I've never been in a house this big before. He's got this bitchin' pool in his backyard and all of his furniture looks like the kind you see in magazines.

Lawrence has a bowl of coke on his counter. I've only tried coke once, but I liked it. He offered me a couple of lines and now I'm flyin'. He keeps looking at me, you know, like he's sizing me up? And twice now Randi's been whispering to him so that I can't hear what she's saying. I don't know what she's up to, but I'm too high right now to care.

"Well, we should be getting to Doug's," she says to Lawrence. "It was nice meeting you, Fiorenza," Lawrence says.

"Same here," I say.

I told him my name was Fiorenza and even though Randi calls me Ren, he didn't. I think that's cool. I've always liked my name because it's different than everyone else's. But people are always changing it to fit their needs.

"That was some good coke, huh?" Randi asks me as we walk outside.

"Yeah, I got a good buzz."

"Me too. Lawrence only has the best.

***

Doug lives in a little apartment, but it has two bedrooms, one for him and one for Randi. He's not home. Randi says he's still at his job.

"Do you mind if I take a shower?" I ask.

"No," Randi says. "There's towels in that closet over there."

I haven't showered in two days and I feel gross. My clothes are sticking to me, especially my underwear. It feels good to get out of them.

I turn on the hot water and get the shower going. It feels nice on my skin. I let it fall on my hair and face.

I'd pulled the shower curtain only half way and out of the corner of my eye I can see Randi, staring at me.

I turn the water off and grab my towel, putting it in front of me.

"What do you want?" I ask.

"Nothin," Randi says, "I'm just standing here."

I don't know, maybe because I'm still high and maybe because I kinda like Randi, but I wanna drop this towel. So I do.

We're smiling at each other and now Randi's taking off her clothes. She looks pretty with them off. Not so tough. Her tits are tiny and she's got a lot of blond hair on her pussy. 

She's coming towards me so that she can get in the shower with me. I've never been with a chick before.

Pulling the shower curtain all the way, she turns the water back on. It's falling down on us as she puts her hands in my hair and pulls me close so that my body is touching hers. Her brown eyes draw me in.

"Let me kiss you," she says and she does, real slow. She has such a soft mouth and there isn't any facial hair like there is with boys. It's nice.

She stops kissing me and puts her hands on my breasts. The water is splashing on my back as she pinches my nipples. My friend Katy told me she was glad her tits weren't big because big tits don't have any feeling. Bullshit! Mine have lots of feeling and they've triggered my pussy because I'm really starting to get hot. I close my eyes and Randi starts kissing my neck.

Then she puts her lips on my breast and starts to suck it. I watch her do it. She's totally into it, like she's trying to stuff the whole thing in her mouth. My pussy is on fire. It seems like she knows that because her hand is between my legs and now she's jamming her fingers inside of me. God, I'm so wet! I just want her to keep sucking my tit and fucking me like this forever. I grab her head as my body shakes in orgasm.

She looks at me. "Did you come, baby?" she asks.

"Fuck, yeah!" I say. I stare at her pussy. The hairs are wet from the shower water. I just want to explore it. I want to know what she tastes like.

I take the shower nozzle and pull it to the side so the water doesn't drown me as I push her against the wall and get down on my knees. Kneeling on the bottom of the tub isn't very comfortable, but I don't care. She opens her legs. I take my fingers and move her pussy hair off of her clit so I can lick it. It smells kind of musty, but in a good way. She's sliding her ass against the wall, with her legs spread even wider and she's moaning. All of a sudden I start lapping at her like a thirsty dog. It's like I can't get enough of her. "Ah...that's it!" she screams. I feel her clit move against my tongue.

We turn off the water, get out of the shower, and dry each other off, laughing like two little girls. With towels around us we leave the bathroom to go get dressed. Doug's in the living room.

"Hey, I thought you were in there with someone," he says to Randi. "Who is this?"

"This is Ren, the girl I told you about."

"Hi, Ren. I'm Doug."

Randi must have called him sometime before we got here, but I don't ever remember seeing her on a phone. They're smiling at each other. It's obvious me and Randi were fucking and I feel stupid standing here in my towel.

"Thanks for letting me stay here," I say. "I'm gonna look for a job tomorrow so that I can save for an apartment."

"It's no rush," Doug says. "Two beautiful girls in my place is pretty rad."

"Yeah, Ren, settle the fuck down," Randi says. "I'm gonna take you back to Lawrence's tomorrow."

"Why?" I ask.

"You need a job, right?"

"Yeah."

"Okay then, tomorrow." We go into Randi's bedroom and close the door. I want to know what type of job Randi is talking about, but I'm just gonna let it go. We pull our stuff out of our bags and get dressed.

"So where should I sleep?" I ask. "The couch?"

"Do you really want to sleep on the couch? Doug's crazy friends appear all hours of the night."

"You ladies wanna smoke a joint?" Doug yells from outside the door.

Randi gives me a kiss on my lips. "You don't want to sleep out there, do you?"

She looks nice and fresh from the shower. I really like her even though she won't tell me everything when I want her to.

"No," I say, "I don't want to sleep on the couch. I want to sleep with you."

We kiss each other again and then we go out to the living room to smoke with Doug.

***

It's the middle of the night, and I'm lying next to Randi, staring at the glowing numbers of her alarm clock. It's 3:23 a.m. and I can't sleep. The conversation I had with my momma is still fuckin' with me.

Me, Randi, and Doug were watching TV. We'd smoked a couple of joints and ordered Chinese. I was getting bored with the tube, so I asked Doug if I could make a long distance call to my momma.

Dwayne answered. He started grilling me, giving me this really big hassle for running away. I could hear Momma in the background, screaming at him to give her the phone. He finally did.

At first, she was like all happy to hear from me. I almost cried. But then she started yelling at me, asking me where I was, telling me that all I ever do is cause problems for her and Dwayne. She screamed at me to come home and I told her no way. So then she told me not to call her anymore. I slammed the phone down.

Now I wonder if I'll ever see my momma again.

Randi snores a little when she sleeps. She tries to be so bossy and tough, yet her skin is real soft. We made love again. After I hung up on Momma, I tried to watch TV some more with Randi and Doug, but all I wanted to do was cry. I didn't want them to see me do that, so I went into Randi's bedroom and closed the door. I wasn't in here for more than two minutes before she walked in.

I was curled up in a ball in the middle of the bed, and she climbed next to me and lay behind with her arms around my waist.

"It's gonna be okay," she said, "I'm here for you." Her saying that made me cry even more. It's like I felt safe to just let go. But soon I calmed down and rolled over to face her. We kissed each other. Then Randi pushed me on my back, climbed on top of me and crawled down my body until she was at my pussy. She's got this really long tongue. I tried to stifle my moans, but I couldn't. I just lost it. I'm sure Doug heard me.

***

"Try not to look like such a bitch," Randi says. "You're a pretty girl."

"How am I supposed to look when I don't even know what I'm doing here?"

We're standing at Lawrence's front door waiting for him to answer. He opens it.

"Hello Randi, Fiorenza. Come on in," he says.

Lawrence takes me through a bunch of rooms to a big one in the back. Randi's gone. I don't know where she went. The only other person in there besides me and Lawrence is this fat guy sitting in a leather chair. He's wearing a brightly colored Hawaiian shirt with palm trees all over it. Totally cheesy. Lawrence closes the door.

"Have a seat, Fiorenza," Lawrence says. "This is Bill Watson."

I sit across from him on a matching leather couch.

"Hi, Bill."

"Call me Billy." He stares at me hard, like he's inspecting some meat in a store or something. "You've got a nice, fresh look about you. Stand up again for me."

I don't know why he wants me to, but I do it.

"Very nice. Lawrence and I are working on a movie and we'd love for you to be the star."

"What...me?"

"Yes. You have the look we want," Lawrence says.

"Well...what's it about? What would I do?"

"Don't worry about that now. We'll explain everything later," Billy says. He looks at Lawrence. "I don't like the name. It's too confusing. What about Fay?"

They're saying all this without even looking at me. Fay's not my name.

"Fay what?" Lawrence says. "We need a last name." This time they look at me. I'm thinking about my momma again and how I used to run through the daisies when I was little. I'm trying not to cry.

"Flowers," I say. It just kinda came out.

"Yeah, Fay Flowers," Billy says, "I like that."

"But there's just one other thing, Fiorenza, we need to see your body, so please remove your clothes," Lawrence says.

Remove my clothes? What the fuck is this? 

"It'll take us one day to shoot the movie and we'll pay you a thousand dollars," Billy says.

A thousand dollars is a lot of money, but I'm not doing any porno shit. Who do they think I am, some whore?

"No thanks!" I say. I run out of the room, past Lawrence and Billy, out of the house, and down the street to a bus stop. One comes, and I ride back to Doug's. Thank God I have a key. 

I'm gonna kill Randi.

***

I'm sitting on Randi's bed. Doug's at work. She comes home and walks in.

"Hey! How'd it go?" she asks.

"Why did you leave me?" 

"So you could be alone with Lawrence. When do you start?"

"Why didn't you tell me Lawrence and that creepy guy Billy were porn people?"

"Oh, come on. Get over it. You're gonna make a lot of money, right?"

"This is bogus, Randi. I don't want any part of it. You fucking used me. How much are they paying you to use people?"

"Look, I did you a favor. If you wanna haul your ass out there and try to make it on your own - good luck." She leaves the bedroom and goes into the living room.

"I'll take my chances!" I shout.

Grabbing my stuff, I throw it in a bag. I run past Randi, open the front door, and leave.

I never want to see her again.

***

It's been about three months since I walked out on Randi, and I'm staying in a motel located between an adult bookstore and a convenience shop. The owner of the motel is this lady named Dolores. I pay her 70 dollars a week.

I haven't seen any bugs in my room, but I sleep on top of the bedspread, because the sheets don't smell good, and the bottom of the bathtub is practically black. It's so gross that I wear flip flops when I take a shower. 

There's always a few guys hanging outside of the motel, trying to talk to me whenever I leave. About a week ago I was dying for some pot, so I bought some from one of them. Now the jerk won't leave me alone. There's no way I'm going out with some loser who won't get a job.

I'm working at McDonald's. When I started I was supposed to sweep, clean out the trash cans, stuff like that. That's what people do in the beginning. But Scott, the manager, thinks I'm the prettiest girl there, so he put me behind the register right away. That pissed off some of the other girls, but I didn't care. I don't like cleaning out trash cans and shit.




Fay Flowers



Right now I'm at work, trying to concentrate, but Scott keeps looking at me. We're totally into each other. He's kind of cute, brown hair, green eyes, skinny. He makes me laugh and he made me feel right at home, like I'd been working at McDonald's for a long time. And he calls me Fiorenza. He says he loves that name. But sometimes he has a temper. He yelled at me a few times, but I know he didn't mean it.

"It's almost time for your shift to end," he says. "I'll be at your place later tonight." He walks up behind me and brushes my butt with his hand. He does stuff like that, but he makes sure no one notices. I like it when he does that. Now he wants to come to my motel room. I've been too embarrassed to show it to him, but he's insisting on coming over.

***

I'm wearing a new red dress that I bought after I left work, even though I should have saved the money to pay Dolores. I'm just so sick of my lame jeans, and I really want to look nice for Scott.

That's probably him knocking at the door now. I see him almost every day, so I don't know why I'm so nervous.

"Who is it?" I ask.

"It's Scott."

I open the door. He's carrying a bunch of stuff: a shopping bag, carnations, a bottle of wine.

"Let me just put this stuff down," he says.

He puts everything on the table. "Man, look at you," he says. "You're beautiful." He grabs me and gives me a big kiss. I love being with Scott and I hardly ever think about Randi.

"So this is it, huh?" he asks.

"Yeah, it's not much."

"Well, I brought dinner, and it's not McDonald's."

We both laugh and I help him set everything up. Inside the bag is a table cloth, which we pull out and spread on the table. He's also got ribs, fries and salads that he bought from the rib joint down the street. I hear they've got good food, but I don't ever eat there because I can't afford it. It's going to feel so good to have a real meal for a change. He brought two wine glasses and a corkscrew. He opens the bottle of wine and pours us each a glass. Next to my bed is a plastic cup that I use for water. It's the only thing I have for the carnations. I put them on the middle of the table.

After we eat dinner Scott walks over to the bed and sits down. "Come over here," he says.

I walk over to him and sit on his lap. He puts his arms around me and kisses me. Then he pulls my dress off my body. I'm wearing a red panty and bra set that I bought back in Kansas. 

"Very nice," he says.

He unzips his pants and pulls his cock out. For a skinny guy, it's really big, especially with a hard-on. I know what to do. 

I get on my knees, between his legs, and put his cock into my mouth. I suck it all the way to the back of my throat. Then I move my head up and down really fast. I'm kind of good at this and I like to look up at Scott's face and watch him get into it. He doesn't say anything, but I can tell when he's close to coming. He gets lost in his own world and his face changes. His hands are on the back of my head now and he grabs my hair and comes in my mouth. I swallow every drop of him.

"That's good, baby. Now look at me."

I look at him.

"I want you to move in with me. This place is a dump. I want you out of here. I'll take care of you."

I don't know what to say at first. He's looking at me all serious and I know not to question him when he looks like that.

"Okay," I say. It's not like I want to stay here anyway.

He leans down and kisses me. But then he pulls away from me and looks at me again. 

"Fiorenza, you're mine now. If you ever leave me, I'll kill you. Do you understand?"

I nod my head. I'm sure he's not serious about killing me if I leave him.

He pulls his pants up and zips them. "Now, pack your things," he says. "We're getting out of here."

***

I was taking some guy's order at McDonald's and Scott accused me of flirting with him. He's done this before, and I've always been able to calm him down. But when we got home he totally spazzed and hit me in the eye. Now it's black. He told me I can't go back to work anymore.

I'm sitting here in his apartment, all by myself. I'm not allowed to go outside unless he's with me, so I just watch television and try not to make a mess. Everything has to be in a certain order for Scott. Like if I pick up an ashtray, I have to put it back in the same place.

I just want to go get a candy bar or something. Scott will never know. He gets so busy managing that he never leaves the building until his shift is over. 

***

It feels good to be out. I'm in a store a couple of blocks from Scott's apartment. 

Man, it's been months since I've seen Randi, but I think she's standing right over there! I walk up behind her and tap her on the shoulder. She turns around. "Hi Randi," I say.

"Hey!" she says, smiling like the Cheshire cat. She gives me a tight hug followed by a kiss on my cheek. "What happened to your eye?" she asks.

"Nothin'."

"What do you mean nothin'? Someone beat the shit out of you."

"I'm okay."

"Who is this asshole?"

"Nobody you'd know." I'm looking into her eyes. I've never seen eyes as big as Randi's. Shit, I hope I don't start to cry.

"I miss you," I say.

"And I miss you. Why did you run off like that?"

"I was pissed off. But I'm okay now. I'm living with Scott and things are cool."

"Oh, so Scott's this asshole's name? How often does he hit you?"

"Randi, I don't want to talk about it."

"All right, but I want you to know that Lawrence isn't mad. He said if you change your mind, he'd love to work with you."

For a moment, the invitation looks good.

"No," I say, "I'm happy the way things are."

***

I'm sitting on the floor in the bathroom, trying to pull myself together. Scott got mad at me for burning dinner again. He pushed me down and started kicking me and screaming at me. Now he's gone to go get food for us.

"Come on out, baby. I'm sorry." He's back, standing in the doorway of the bathroom, looking at me. "When I get home from work I'm tired and hungry, and I just want to sit down and eat. I got us some chicken. Come out of there."

I'm forcing myself to smile. I know Scott loves me, but he's a fucking psycho. My aunt Patty told me once that when a man starts to beat you, you better get out quick before you wind up dead. Sometimes I miss my folks back in Kansas, but I try not to think about Momma. It just hurts too much.

***

I called Randi soon after Scott left for work today. She says she's coming to get me. I'm sitting here with my bag. Scott said he'd kill me if I ever leave him, and now I believe he would. I'm in deep shit. But Randi told me not to worry about it and that she'll protect me. I know she will, 'cause she doesn't fuck around about stuff.

There's a cab outside. That must be her. 

The driver takes my bag and Randi gives me a kiss on the lips. My heart is beating like crazy. I climb into the cab and duck down so nobody can see me.

"It's okay, Ren. You're safe now," Randi says.

I hold her hand. But I stay down until we get to Doug's.

***

Back at Doug's it feels like I never left. I had a good sleep last night. Randi kept her arms around me the whole time. I really felt safe. She's taking me to Lawrence's tonight. He's having a party and she says some famous people will be there. I guess I'm pretty psyched about it.

***

There's lots of people at Lawrence's. I'm wearing black high heels that Randi bought me and my red dress. Some stuff has happened to me tonight that I'm trying to deal with. I found this small, empty room. The door is closed and I'm sitting down.

Anyway, the first thing that happened to me was that I met Sylvester Stallone! I couldn't believe it. I was just standing there, drinking some wine and he came right up to me and said, "Hi, Fiorenza." He looks even better in person, really buff, and he's got nice hair. He told me he thought I was beautiful and that he wanted to introduce me to some guy named Bob Guccione. Then Sly (he told me to call him Sly) got a call, and he had to leave. But he told me to sit next to him at Bob's party tonight. At the time I didn't know what party he was talking about, though.

So his bodyguard or somebody, I don't know who, led me to Bob Guccione. He was sitting in a room with Lawrence, and this really pretty woman named Amber Lynn. Bob owns Penthouse. I know about Penthouse because Dwayne buys the magazines. Anyway, Bob said he'd been watching me and that he'd love for me to appear in a photo shoot. My eyes just about bugged out when he told me that. I mean, nothing but beautiful women are in Penthouse and that means he thinks I'm beautiful like them. He told me he's having an after-party at the Beverly Hills Hotel and that he'd like me to attend. So, that's the party Sly was talking about. 

Lawrence said he'll double my pay if I do his movie. My thoughts about this are starting to change, because Bob said he's good friends with Lawrence, and that he has a lot of respect for him. Then Amber said she's a porn star. She said she has a lot of fun doing movies, and she's been able to make lots of money and travel to different places like Hawaii and stuff. She kind of looked like a porn star to me, but I wasn't sure at first. I like her. She's nice.

It's all coming at me so fast that it's sorta hard to think. But I can't stay in this room forever, so I guess I'll leave now. 

Randi sees me come out and rushes up. "I saw you talking to Stallone and they told me you were with Guccione. You're the star of the party, Ren. Feels good, doesn't it?"

I don't say anything, but I smile. It does feel good. "Are you coming to the Beverly Hills Hotel?" I ask.

"I'm not invited, but you are and I want you to go. Oh, and don't worry. I had a little talk with Scott. You won't be seeing him again."

I stare at Randi. I could only imagine what her "little talk" was like. But before I can think about it anymore, Amber grabs my hand.

"Come on, Fiorenza," she says, smiling. "Bob's limo is waiting for us."

"Okay, great," I say.

I look back to say goodbye to Randi, but she's gone.

Suddenly my heart beats fast and I feel hot. I want Randi. I want her to hold me, to tell me that everything's gonna be all right.

"Hey...you okay?" Amber asks. "You look nervous."

I look at her, and I don't say anything. But as she smiles at me, I calm down. 

"Don't worry, honey! You look beautiful. We're gonna have a great time. Come on!" Amber says.

She holds my hand tighter and we head for the limo.



Fay Lines



12 Ianuarius, 496

My Dear Morgana

I am sending my thanks for the small incantation you sent. I hope this bird reaches you before you travel. Mine are not so well trained as your black beauties. I know you intended to remain anonymous, but the raven you sent was quite impertinent, and I could tell he was one of yours. He nipped my finger and drew blood when I took the parchment from his leg. Naughty little thing.

I am honored that you feel this spell is within my reach. I have most of the items needed, I believe, in my stores, except perhaps not the blooming Glory. It doesn't thrive as well here as it does in your Southern Briton fields. It's so rocky and bare, here, some days I despair that I will ever be able to keep full stock of many of the more potent herbs I will need to learn and progress in the arts. Perhaps you could bring me some if you ever have an opportunity to visit. I would so like to see you again.  

The Lord here has been quite generous, though I doubt his intentions. He lingers often in my tiny tower room, touching my things, getting his greasy fingerprints on my scales. He all but ruined a beautiful bunch of sage I was drying, nervously picked it all to pieces while trying to look down my bodice. I believe he is harmless, and I did not have so many choices of where I could safely practice my craft. His Lady Wife spend much of her time abed and makes great demands of me and the silliest of potions. Maybe one day, when I've reached a more experienced level such as yours, more choices will open up to me. 

I remain your ardent admirer,

Bronwyn

14 Februarius, 496

Darling Bronwyn

Aren't you a dear, clever thing? Spying out my note from just the aspect of my bird, why, I even had one of my acolytes write the inscription so that you wouldn't recognize my handwriting. All this modesty, I'm not sure I believe it. 

You letter did reach me before my travels, but only just. I am now arrived at the coast. I have promised my services to Arthur, but I am in ill temper. It was a rough road, and the men he sent to escort me were most vile. There were two that attempted, in a most barbarous manner, to gain knowledge of of one of my maids, quiet against her wishes. I had to deal with them most severely, and it was inconvenient and messy. They call themselves honorable knights, but they are no better than the Saxons or the Picts in their bloodlust. I would not be here at all if Merlin himself had not requested it.

Keep an eye on that Lord of yours, my pretty little Bronwyn. Men like him, most men, truth be told, will look at a woman such as yourself — fair, beautiful, petite — as someone weak willed and easily preyed upon. They will assume either an immaturity or insecurity of the mind, or a lack of bodily strength, and they will push their advantage at the first opportunity. Be on your guard with him, I pray you.

I cannot bear to think of a young woman with your natural talent going without in any way. My influence is far reaching, even all the way to your windswept rocky North. I have eyes and ears in the most unlikeliest of places, I assure you. I will see to it that your cabinets and drying racks are full, you will have one of every bottle and vial that I have, myself. 

My pretty little bird was much naughtier than you may suspect. You will see what I mean soon. Keep your eye toward the heavens, and the next full moon. 

Yours quite sincerely,

Morgana

30 Martius, 496

My Dearest Morgana, 

My heart feels like to burst from my chest, and my hands are shaking as I write you these words. I suspect you know the reason. That sleek raven of yours was much, much naughtier than I would have ever expected, you were right about that. Did he take a few strands of my hair as well as a nip of my blood? Did he hold those few drops in his beak all the way back to you? Your birds are much better than mine, you must teach me how you train them to do these things.

I am not such a novice as to think the moon dream I had last night was merely a reflection of my own desires. I suppose maybe it is rather plain how I feel about you, as much as I try to hide it in cordial correspondence. But how could I have ever thought I could keep secrets from you, the magnificent Morgana le Fay? In the dream you demanded that upon waking I must write to you what I dreamt. I am not going to chance that it was a figment of my unconscious mind, I truly believe you sent me this dream, either by means of a spell, or through projected DreamWaking. Please know that my face and bosom flush and I am filled with a swelling of emotion that I have never felt before, just in remembering my visions of last night. 

At first, I thought I had just woken from sleep. The moon shone in fullness, it's white light illuminating my little tower room. In my bedclothes I went to look out the small window, and when I turned, you were there behind me, but Morgana, you were so tall, it seemed you filled up the room with your presence, and though the details start to fade, even now, I could swear you had wings like an angel sprouting from you back. Or, if I may be so bold I will say, if you come by "Fay" naturally, as some swear you do, perhaps the wings are always there, just unseen to a novice like me, and not heaven sent at all. 

You said not a word, your DreamWaking self, but just stared at me, and it gave me such a delicious shiver throughout my body. Something glinted in your hand, and I saw it was your shaped-edged, seax, that deadly blade I commented on when first we met, and you told me you had taken it directly from a dead Saxon invader's hand. 

Before I could take a breath the blade was at my throat, and I wanted to scream in terror, but couldn't, and that's when I knew I was dreaming, or that we both were, you were too real to be just the misty stuff of a typical nightly vision. With a swift downward stroke your seax cut through my thin bedclothes, they dropped soundlessly to the floor, and I stood there before you, nude and shivering. 

I blinked and felt your warm hands on my shoulders, your blade now abandoned on my wooden apothecary table. I felt a rush of heat spread from your hands to my breasts down to my belly, and pool between my legs. I felt liquid on the inside, malleable, pliant. 

Oh, Morgana! How can I even describe what I experienced next! Especially when I am so sure that you know exactly what transpired. Why do you wish to torture me by making me relate it back to you?

I blinked again and was on my narrow mattress, breast heaving, breathless, and you over me, hovering, weightless, your beautiful wings making a canopy above us. The shivering continued to wrack my body, but now it wasn't because of the cold, it was because of your intent gaze, and your mouth, so close to me I could feel your breath on my face. How could I resist those rose colored lips? I reached up and wrapped my arms around your neck, brought your body down closer to me. I pressed my mouth against yours in a kiss so exquisite I can still feel it now, upon my lips. Your fingers traced trails of pleasure down my sides and up again, circled my tightening nipples, danced down the front of me, buried themselves in the downy hair between my legs. 

Oh great mother! As the moon looks down upon me! I've never known such pleasure. I've lain with men, willingly and not, I've no need for false claims of honor in your eyes. But even when it was willing, there was never such softness, such keen focus on the responses of my body, my desires, my needs. Absent were the rough hands, harsh words, jabbing penetration, ready or no. In your arms, Morgana, I was transported, your arms were the Mother's arms, your kisses the sweet Maiden's breath, and with the wisdom of the crone you knew exactly where to touch me. When I wrapped my arms around your waist, and you dipped your fingers into the hot, wet center of me, I melted into you and became yours.

There, I've done it. My face is burning with remembered desire. But you demanded I recount this moon dream to you and I obey. 

I must be as impertinent as a certain black raven and tell you this. Count yourself lucky I lack the recipe for such a spell, or the talent for DreamWaking. If I carried such skill within me, I would haunt your dreams every night, Morgan le Fay. 

Yours in body and spirit,

Bronwyn

30 Aprilis, 496

Bronwyn my sweet,

I was awaiting your raven after the last full moon, and had quite despaired of ever receiving it. The poor thing must have gotten lost along the way, I've been moving around so much, following Merlin who is following Arthur. It's all quite tedious. I feel there is no rock in all of Briton that has not felt my sweet bottom sit upon it. Next time, dear Bronwyn, you must fortify your casting spell, help your bird find me more quickly. I've written some instructions on the back of this parchment, and I trust you spied the small vial of dirt attached to my raven's other leg. 

Darling, darling, it was no spell that brought us together last full moon. It was indeed DreamWaking, a skill it has taken me years and much sacrifice to master. It is a skill you could learn as well, Bronwyn, under my watchful eye and careful tutelage. There is more to our sorcery than the powers of healing and simple location and future telling spells. I sense in you a great welling of natural power, such immense potential. It draws me to you like moth to flame, it sparks in me an attraction that I rarely feel without there being some distasteful ulterior motives, on my part or that of my lovers. 

Your message has brought me such sweet distraction, my precious Bronwyn. Your enthusiasm and passion, in our dream and in your words, are a balm to me in these trying times. I've worked so hard to convince Merlin to take me on as his prime acolyte. He has power that I crave, and I would learn everything I can from him. But he is so consumed with the dolt Arthur. Quick of sword and a keen strategic mind, I suppose, but outside the pursuits of war he has a completely empty head. I swear to you he couldn't refasten his trousers after taking a piss without Merlin thinking the thought for him. They are calling him Arthur the Invincible, now. War leader of twelve battles and not a scratch on him. They think he is special, that he can't be killed. But he's not. He's just a man. I don't know what game Merlin is playing, but I will find out, and I will benefit from it. And so you will, too. If I can get past those repellant roundtable Knights and his harpy wife, the fair Guinevere. She has poison running through her veins, does Guinevere. She looks at me with such hatred, because I know her deepest secrets and she can't bear it . She once spat the words "dirty fairy!" at me during a banquet. Mother moon save me! I almost laughed in her face. Of all the "dirty" names I could rightfully call her, Fay is not one of them.

I dream of your soft undulating hips beneath my knowing hands. I remember the taste of your sweet lips on mine. If it weren't for the anticipation of your messages, and knowing that before long I will make you mine in more than a waking Dream, I might consider throwing myself into the sea. 

May the mother protect you,

Morgana

29 Maius, 496

Oh, Morgana! I am in such distress, I hardly know what to write. Or if I should write at all, for what can you do, now that the horrible deed is past. I don't even know when my raven will reach you. I've put all my power into the new incantation you sent, the poor bird is hopping like mad to find you and I haven't even set this scroll to his leg.

It was horrible, Morgana, and I was powerless to stop him. My fat, stinking Lord, rendered all but insentient with the drink, falling on top of me in my tiny room, ripping my gown, his horrible greasy fingers, his breath like rotted meat. Thank the moon and mother that the mead rendered his tiny pecker useless, but his nasty fingers left me bruised and bleeding. 

Of course I've had to endure unwelcome and often rough advances of drunken men who think everything in their path is theirs to take, but this was different. I depend on this awful little man for my livelihood. This is my home, desperate as it is, and I've got no where else to go. I dared not use even the most cunning of spells on him. But now that he has gotten up the nerve to abuse me as he wants, what will stop him in the future? What recourse is available to me? There is no one here would would stand for me. No one to whom my honor is sacred.

I thought, in one dark desperate moment, of you, my beautiful Morgana. I wished you would come and spirit me away to your fabled Island of Apples, or that I could run away to you, but I don't know where you are. Or how I would get to you. Alas, I am no enchanted raven, just a sobbing, foolish novice healer, and I am stuck here in my meager little tower. 

Bronwyn

11 Iunius, 496

My dearest Bronwyn, 

Please do not fret. You are as precious to me as the mists of Avalon. You, Bronwyn, your body and spirit, not some ridiculous notion of your honor. Take heart, for I am no dim-witted man, quick to anger and seek red hot revenge. No, my vengeance on your behalf will be the ice cold blue of your Northern frozen shores. It will be patient, it will be thorough and it will be painful. This I swear to you. When I said to you that my influence runs far and wide, I did not exaggerate. I have all manner of terrible friends at my beck and call. I have the eyes of the invisible, the ears of the unseen, the teeth and claws of beasts more horrifying than you could ever imagine, and they are all desperate to do my bidding. Even now, they seek to carry out my demands. Avoid your so-called Lord as best you can until I have avenged this most grievous assault upon your sacred flesh. He will never see it coming, but you will know when it is done. This I swear to you, Bronwyn. Upon my life, and yours, the moon mother above and the earth mother under my feet. Hear me now, it will be done. 

20 Quintilis, 496

Morgana my love,

I am still reeling from the shock. When I read your words of cold-served revenge, I could not imagine what you might do. I half thought your message was one of just words, that your rage on my behalf was meant only to bolster my confidence, to show me support from wherever you are.

I see now that was foolish.

I received the package even before his lady wife got word he was dead. A hunting incident, or some such, mauled by wolves, or maybe Picts, it matters little to me. I've felt nothing but cold on the inside since he attacked me, so cold, Morgana. Every day I could feel his eyes on me, every day my muscles felt achingly tense, not knowing when enough drink would bolster his nerve once again.I imagined what he would do if I fought back. By spell or steel, it would be my end, I was sure, I would either be killed or sent out, which would amount to the same thing. 

And then I received the mysterious package, wrapped in linen and stamped with your sigil. What could it mean, I wondered? Something for my stores? Something special to boost my spirits? 

It was a bone. It was the right arm bone of my cowardly Lord, helpfully identified to me by the sigil ring included in the package. A bone, boiled clean and sanded smooth. But you know that, don't you?

I confess I sat on my mattress and held the bone in my lap, not a thought in my head about what I should do next. Or how I should feel. I turned the smooth bone over and over in my hand, noticing how the shoulder joint was larger than the one of the elbow, though both had been made quite round and smooth, by what means I do not know. 

Then it overcame me, Morgana. Such rage! At first I tried to break the bone in half with my bare hands, but of course I could not do so. Then I laughed. Such a mirthless sound bubbled up from within me, and I felt again his greasy fingers on my skin, savaging my most delicate parts. I felt the trickle of blood running down my thighs. 

Then I thought of you, Morgana. I thought of the moon dream we shared, and the feel of your delicate hands on me, your long tapered fingers stroking between my nether lips, opening me slowly like a precious flower, searching only for my pleasure. I remembered how my hips had pushed up towards you, as if of their own accord. I once again felt that I would rather die than never see you again, never feel your arms wrapped around me, never smell the spicy aroma of your skin. 

My mind and my body became so aroused with longing and desire. And still the bitterness and anger lurked under the surface. My face is suffused with hot blood as I write this to you, my beautiful Morgana. 

I grasped the hated bone and ran it up under my skirts. I pushed the smaller round joint against my sex, pushed until I felt the joint enter me, and I moaned aloud at the sensation. I felt the rush of heat and wet as my carnal desire grew. I leaned myself back on my bed rushes and spread my bare legs. I thought about how my pathetic Lord had never penetrated me with his man sex. I laughed out loud that the only bone he would put to me was the dead one in my hand. I laughed so loudly Morgana, and it was such a frightening sound, but the laughter soon turned to gasps and panting breaths as I thrust the arm bone further inside me, in and out, vigorously, until the juices of my swollen sex ran down its length and covered my hand. All I could think of was you, Morgana, your dark hair, your bright eyes, your power ... and when I reached the dizzying heights of climax, I screamed your name. 

I'm breathless even now, as I write this to you. Words can not thank you enough for what you have done for me. My timid Lady depends on me more than ever, for her draughts and potions, to minister to the children. I am safe here. More so than ever. 

I am entirely and willingly in your debt.

Bronwyn

2 Sextilis, 496

Dearest Morgana, 

I know I only just sent my best raven to you with my last message, but I had to write to you again, and relate to you the interesting happenings here at the keep. 

Arthur is here! I was staring moodily out of my tower window, and saw his banner approach. At first I was filled with such joy, thinking you would be with him, and dreaming about how I could run away with you. But alas, it was just Arthur, his lady wife, and a handful of knights. No Merlin, no beautiful Morgana. I was quite sad, but the thought of a welcoming banquet boosted my spirits a bit. 

I crept around the keep, before the banquet, and tried to ascertain why Arthur was here. It had something to do with the savage Picts to the further North of us, but whether to attack them or befriend them, I could not discover. There was much talk of Arthur's defeat of the Saxons at Mount Badon, but such glories bore me. 

You were right about Guinevere! She is beautiful, but bitter. She never smiles. She turned her nose up at our every aspect, from the food and drink to the gowns of the ladies sent to assist her. Calling her a harpy seems an insult to the harpy, ask you me. She looked like she had swallowed the head of an arrow when I told her that you and I were acquainted, and that I sincerely desired to become your acolyte before too long. 

I had no interaction with Arthur beyond the formal introduction, but during the banquet the knights who accompanied him were quite attentive. Especially the one called Lancelot. I took it as no real interest, beyond my age and looks and my knowledge of the base level of magic that most people clamor for. I could not even count the requests for a reliable love potion.

But this Lancelot, he was nothing but respectful, but he held both my eye and my hand a little too long. He kissed my hand and called me a temptress. On my way back up to the tower, he followed me unsteadily, put his hands on my waist and kissed my cheek. He murmured something in my ear that I could not understand. It was all harmless flirtation, he seems a truly honorable knight and I did not feel in danger from him.




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But from Guinevere? Oh my, Morgana, after he kissed my hand yet again and bade me goodnight I saw that Guinevere was walking nearby with one of her ladies and she gave me a look meant to stop my heart if it could! I can only assume there is something between them. I had to laugh to myself, I want nothing of her silly knight, and I'm afraid the smirk might have been visible on my face. 

They will be gone tomorrow or a few days hence. I do so wish you had been with them, Morgana, my longing for you grows with every passing day. 

Yours,

Bronwyn

5 September, 496

Bronwyn my love,

I only have moments. I am leaving on a Vision trip with Merlin. I am finally gaining his trust, and soon I will learn the source of his power, and I will gain it for myself. I am currently at my misty lovely home on the apple isle, and I believe your birds had a very hard time finding me here. 

I am desperate for your safety, Bronwyn! You must leave there. I have sent horses and trusted servants to fetch you and bring you here. Do not be alarmed by their fearsome aspect. They look like warrior Picts but they are not, they are loyal only to me, they are closely related to my Fay people. I can only hope that this message will reach you too late, and that they already have you in their care. 

If you have caught the eye of the poisonous Guinevere, you are not safe. Especially if that devil Lancelot has paid you any attention. Moon mother damn him for the rest of his days! There is indeed much between them, and Guinevere is most possessive of that errant knight. Add to that her knowledge of our deep friendship and regard, much less our love, and I can not trust you will be unharmed in her company. 

Pack lightly, you will want for nothing here. If I have not returned by the time you arrive, make yourself comfortable and wait for me. Everything I have is yours. My servants have their instructions to cater to your every comfort. 

Please do not wait, Bronwyn. Leave with my people the moment they arrive. Send me another bird, if you can, so that I know you are safe. 

I cannot wait to see your lovely face. We will accomplish much together. I will take you on as my most trusted acolyte and I will teach you everything I know. All that I am will be yours. Our days will be spent perfecting our craft, and our nights will pass in each other arms. Our passion will ignite the very air around us.

Morgana

31 October, 496

Bronwyn, I begin to despair. When I returned to Avalon and saw you were not there, I had hopes that the roads were so treacherous in this dreary weather that you were delayed. I waited. I have used so much of my power trying to find you. Where are you, precious Bronwyn? I have used my bowl to scry through your mirror, which was no easy feat considering we had not previously connected them, and I can see your room, but you are not there. This gave me some hope that you had left with my men and horses, but when you still did not arrive I took more intense measures. Every locator spell I know, every cunning incantation, and nothing! I rent my best, most loved raven, hoping he still held a spot of your blood on his beak. His poor body went in my cauldron as well as some of your scrolls and the pretty stone you gave me when we first met. If you are anywhere on this earth I should be able to find you. But nothing. Bronwyn! 

I have charmed this bird with all the power I can without killing it. I can only pray it finds you where I have failed. It is my last resort. 

27 November, 496

My lady Morgana le Fay,

Please excuse my rough speech and handwriting. The fair lady Bronwyn only taught me to read and write this last year and sometimes I don't know the proper words to say. My name is May, and I am the head cook at the Northerly Keep. 

I found your raven, and your scroll to the lady Bronwyn. He is a strange bird. He was flying quite madly around the keep before I could catch him. I have better eyes than most and could see he carried something on his leg. 

I wish I had the words to say this gently. The lady Bronwyn is dead. By accident, it is said, but I don't know as I believe it. On the last night that the Lord Arthur was here, Lady Bronwyn fell from her tower window and was dashed on the stones below. Some say she threw herself from the tower, but I knew her and I know it's not true. My kitchen boy, he don't say much, but Bronwyn liked to give him treats and little presents, and sometimes he slept outside her door, though it be much colder up there than here by the kitchen fire. 

He was most a frighted. He would not speak for days, and I felt he must be as sad as us all at the death of the kind Lady Bronwyn. It was days later when he told me that night she died he saw the Lady Guinevere leaving Bronwyn's tower room. I told him to never say another word about it, and I won't neither. But even simple folk like me know your name. I saw the Fay men you sent too late to rescue the lady. I give you these words to do with as you will. 

Your servant, 

May of Northerly Keep

25 December, 496

I know this message will never reach you. When I finish writing, this scroll will go on the fire with your precious bones. 

My heart is fractured into pieces and will never be put right. I am cold inside and will never be warm again. I am ice. I am long cold vengeance and I will strike when my enemies least look for it. When they expect only my love and healing powers I will unleash on them such unholy pain and suffering. Every loss, every hurt, every dashed hope will be from my hand. 

The dust of your bones, the words in your scrolls, the blood of your birds, all will strengthen me and my power will increase to frightening proportions. Merlin teaches me well, his power astonishes even me, but he will never see my endgame. He will be as blind as the rest of them. I will learn from him the darkest magic. I will master the art of immortality and I will scream your name to future days. 

I am freezing fire. I am death. I am the great reckoning. I am Morgana le Fay and no matter how many moons must pass, I will watch them all burn. 

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Author's note: Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you did (or even if you didn't) I would love your feedback or comment. And if you feel inspired to vote, that would be terrific. 

As you may or may not know, legend says King Arthur died around the year 537 A.D., after being wounded in battle. It is said Morgana le Fay brought him to her mystical home of Avalon to heal him. Or did she? HIs wound festered, brought him great pain, and eventual death. Many moons had passed, but she saw them all burn.