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Chapter 1
Beth walked down the hallway of the hospital with butterflies in her stomach. From what she had been told on the phone, her girlfriend, Jill, had broken several bones. Several more bones, actually, since she had already had some fractures before the latest accident; it had been a very eventful week. When Beth opened the door, she almost didn’t recognize Jill for a second…until she realized that the heavily bandaged and plastered body lying on the bed, limbs hanging in traction, was the girl she had been dating for almost a year. She wondered how it had happened.
She looked at her lover’s shattered, sleeping body. Jill’s nose was apparently broken, and had a bulky splint on it. Her jaw was wired shut, and a large neck brace kept her head still. Her left eye was black, swollen almost shut. Her left arm was splinted and heavily bandaged, suspended in some sort of traction rig, a web of ropes and weights and pulleys, the fingers pointing straight up. Her right arm was in a thick plaster cast, from her shoulder down to the tips of her fingers, leaving only her pinkie free. Her right leg, in plaster from her hip to the base of her toes, hung in a sling about a foot off the bed; her left was in traction, connected to a pin drilled through the bottom of her thigh, the traction ropes keeping her apparently broken femur aligned, her lower leg, in a below-the-knee cast. Beth stared at the cute, slender toes peeking out of the casts for a while; when they
wiggled slightly, slowly, she turned and saw that Jill was now awake. Beth smiled, and Jill returned the smile weakly.
"How bad isshh it?" Jill slurred through her wired jaws.
"The doctor said almost forty fractures, total. A few weeks in the hospital, then a few more months in casts."
Jill closed her eyes and smiled. Beth looked at Jill’s toes again, watching them curl and uncurl slowly, and remembered how this had all started…
Chapter 2
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It had been a few weeks ago, and the girls had spent the night at home drinking wine and watching a movie. Although, toward the end, their focus had been less on the movie and more on each other. Beth, in the midst of nibbling lightly on Jill’s earlobe, had whispered a suggestion to head back to the bedroom, to which Jill had agreed. Beth hadn’t realized how much they had had to drink until she stood up and the room started to spin a bit. But she was able to wobble her way into the bedroom, Jill following her. She stopped suddenly when she heard a gasp of pain and turned around to see Jill crumpled on the floor, reaching for her foot.
"Are you OK?" Beth asked worriedly. She loved Jill, of course, and hated to see her hurt. Besides which, she loved Jill’s feet. Slender, soft, pale, with toes just long enough to not seem stubby, and just fleshy enough to not seem bony. The most perfect feet Beth had ever seen. She couldn’t believe she was lucky enough to be with someone with such perfect feet, and could have happily spent a lifetime massaging them, caressing them, tickling and kissing and licking them, sucking and nibbling on her toes. She hoped those perfect feet hadn’t been damaged.
"My toe…my pinky toe…" Jill gasped between shallow breaths. "Banged it on…the doorframe…"
Beth helped Jill get to the bed and sit down, and cradled her foot in her hands to examine the damage. Immediately she noticed that her pinky toe, that cute, adorable little pinky toe, her favorite toe, was broken badly, bent outward at an unnatural angle.
"Oooohhhh, it’s broken, sweetie. We need to get you to a hospital."
"No," Jill answered, looking down at her deformed toe for the first time. "I don’t have insurance, and it’s just a toe…I just need you to straighten it for me…"
"I…I don’t want to hurt you any worse, I shouldn’t…"
"No, it’s fine. It’ll hurt less once it’s back in place. Just go ahead and do it."
"But…"
"Do it!"
Beth took a deep breath and examined the injured toe. Just looking at that perfect foot filled her with desire. But she also felt badly about Jill being in so much pain; she had broken her own pinkie toe a few years ago, after dropping a jar of pickles on it, and she knew, looking at the crooked toe, already turning purple, that the pain must be excruciating.
Beth wobbled drunkenly for a moment as the room briefly turned dark around her. She had really drunk more than she meant to…She shook her head to clear it, looked again at Jill’s face, saw her eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth slightly opened as she moaned slightly with the pain. Beth cradled Jill’s heel in one hand as she took the broken toe in her other. She had never done this before, wasn’t really sure how to…probably one quick yank was best. She held the toe securely; with the hand holding Jill’s heel, she could feel the muscles in her leg tense up in pain. She saw Jill take a deep breath and hold it, and quickly yanked the toe into place. Jill shrieked in agony, and reflexively pulled her foot back; Beth’s hand still held the toe securely, unprepared for the sudden movement. She heard Jill scream again as she released her toe, and saw that the sudden movement of Jill’s leg had moved the toe out of place again. Jill looked at it and moaned, and extended the foot to Beth once again. And once again, Beth gripped the toe and pulled it into place, squeezing the ankle tightly to make sure it didn’t move this time. Jill screamed once again as the mangled toe was moved, then fell silent, making no noise except for the sound of the short, sharp gasps of her breathing.
Beth, relieved that Jill’s ordeal was over, relaxed, and was startled when she felt Jill’s good foot brush the inside of her thigh; Jill knew how much Beth loved her feet, how much it turned her on to feel those soft toes on the inside of her thigh. A moment later, Jill’s injured foot moved up to Beth’s face, brushing up against her cheek, before Jill delicately brushed the pad of her big toe along Beth’s lower lip. This was usually the cue for Beth to begin sucking on Jill’s toes; Beth was surprised Jill was in the mood for fooling around after such a painful experience; she looked at Jill and saw that her hand had already crept between her legs…was Jill somehow turned on by her injury?
Beth couldn’t resist any longer. She slowly licked the bottom of Jill’s big toe, growing even more turned on by the low moan Jill made in response. Beth gently planted one kiss, than another, then one more on the ball of Jill’s foot, before kissing her once on the tip of her big toe, and finally taking the whole toe in her mouth, caressing it with her tongue. She sucked the toes one at a time, slowly, listening to Jill’s moans of pleasure as Beth’s tongue darted in and out of the spaces between her toes. Finally, Beth came to the swollen, purple pinky, and hesitated.
"Don’t stop," Jill said breathlessly.
Beth, still a bit hesitant about sucking the broken toe, lightly licked it, afraid to hurt Jill. After a few light brushes with her tongue, she heard Jill gasp, "C’mon…do it…suck on it…" Beth took a deep breath and took the broken pinky toe into her mouth, began sucking on it, caressing it with her tongue and lips; immediately Jill’s voice changed, as she started making sounds that sounded like a mixture of agony and ecstasy. Beth, somehow finding the sounds of pain mixed with pleasure exciting, began sucking harder, and discovered that imagining the pain Jill must be in was a huge turn-on for her. Jill’s moans grew louder, almost to the point of screaming, and Beth continued her oral assault on the toe; she could imagine the tiny broken bone ends in the toe scraping against each other, and it turned her on, and she didn’t know why, and it felt weird and creepy and bizarre and she couldn’t stop. Until finally, without even knowing why she was doing it, Beth bit down hard on Jill’s broken pinky toe; Jill screamed out, agonizingly, orgasmic ally, and then the room was silent except for the sounds of the girls gasping for breath.
Beth immediately felt ashamed of being so brutal with Jill’s injury. She started to stammer out an apology, but Jill touched her finger to Beth’s lips, quieting her, before saying, "That…was amazing…"
Beth stared at the flawless toes sticking out of the plaster casts as she remembered having her way with the broken pinky. That had been the first time Jill had admitted her love of pain, and Beth would have found it bizarre if she hadn’t been just as turned on by the whole experience. She could only imagine, looking at the layers of plaster and gauze Jill was cocooned in now, how painful the most recent accident had been for her. She brushed her fingertips lightly against the bottoms of Jill’s toes and watched as they wiggled in response. Unable to hold herself back any longer, she moved closer to the casted leg and kissed the tip of Jill’s big toe, before taking the whole thing into her mouth. As she licked and sucked Jill’s toes, one by one, she listened to her muffled moans of pleasure. She nibbled lightly on Jill’s middle toes while she suddenly, without warning, knocked firmly on the ankle of Jill’s long leg cast. If Jill had refused pain medication, like usual, Beth was sure the impact would send a jolt of pain through her. This was confirmed by the muffled whimper of pain Jill made; Beth felt Jill’s toes stretch and curl in her mouth, and flicked her tongue in between them, causing Jill to moan with the same delicious blend of pain and arousal that Beth had become so used to. She continued to suck on Jill’s toes, knocking again on the cast, savoring Jill’s moans of agony. The thought of the broken ankle she was torturing with her knocking brought her mind back to earlier in the week…
Chapter 3
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There hadn’t been much discussion of Jill’s unusual interest since the broken toe incident a few weeks earlier; it had healed now, and Jill was getting around fine. She was on her way to work when Beth heard a shriek of pain from the apartment stairwell. She opened the door
and saw Jill in a crumpled heap on the landing, clutching her ankle.
"Jill!!"
"It’s…it’s OK, it’s just a sprain…"
"C’mon upstairs, let me look at it…"
"No, no, I need to get to work…"
"It’ll just take a minute, I’ll wrap it for you, c’mon…"
Beth helped Jill upstairs, listening to Jill whimper in pain with every hop as her ankle moved. Eventually, they arrived back in the apartment, and Jill sat on the couch, as Beth sat next to her an helped lift Jill’s foot to her lap. She loosened the laces on Jill’s sneaker carefully, and pulled it off slowly and carefully, feeling sad but slightly aroused by the gasps of pain Jill made as her ankle moved. Beth carefully rolled off Jill’s sock, gradually revealing the smooth heel before she saw the now swollen, purple ankle. She tugged the sock off and dropped it to the floor, briefly glancing at the perfect toes before focusing on the damaged ankle.
"Can you move it at all?"
Jill took a deep breath and grimaced as she tried to move her foot; it budged only slightly before Jill cried out in pain and shook her head. Beth ran her fingers over the swollen ankle delicately. She pressed down lightly on the outside of the ankle, asking "Does this hurt?"
Jill cried out and nodded her head. It broke Beth’s heart to hear Jill suffer.
"How about this?" Beth asked as she lightly brushed her fingertips up and down the soft sole
of Jill’s foot.
"Mmmmm…no, that feels nice…"
Beth continued to caress Jill’s flawless foot as she carefully lifted it to her mouth, holding it steady with her other foot, and delicately kissed Jill’s big toe before taking the whole thing in her mouth and sucking on it greedily. Jill gasped and began to moan erotically. Beth
continued to suck on the big toe, sliding her tongue in between Jill’s first two toes, moving her lips up and down the toes, listening to the sound of Jill gasping and moaning. She slowly moved her hand to Jill’s injured ankle and, as she continued to suck on her toes, squeezed
the bruised joint firmly.
The noise Jill made was indescribable, almost like a cross between a moan, a shriek and a gasp. Beth could hear the agony in the noise, and almost stopped before she heard Jill gasp, "Don’t stop…"
She continued sucking on Jill’s toes, moving down to the middle three toes, as she firmly kneaded both sides of Jill’s ankle with her thumbs. Jill arched her back in pain and twitched wildly, her voice alternating between wild screams and deep, throaty moans.
Beth took the toes out of her mouth an moved one hand up to grip them solidly, keeping the other under Jill’s heel, and pushed, forcing Jill’s ankles back, moving her toes towards her shin. She pushed as far as she could, listening to Jill shriek in agony, before rapidly pulling, so that her foot formed a straight line with her lower leg. Jill was no longer screaming now; her mouth hung open, and she continued to thrash around, but she couldn’t catch her breath to scream. She began touching herself as Beth, slowly, then with more speed, began rotating her damaged ankle in circles. One more quick push against her toes, moving her foot back, and Beth felt something tear in Jill’s ankle, just as she heard Jill scream as a massive orgasm shook her body.
Later that night, as she painted the toenails of Jill’s injured foot, wrapped in its thick ace bandage, Beth wondered if she had gone too far earlier; she was starting to feel frightened by what she was turned on by, what she was capable of doing. Before she could say anything,
Jill spoke.
"That was even better than last time."
"Hmm?"
"With the ankle. Amazing. Every minute of it."
"Oh." Beth said, feeling relieved but still a bit uneasy. "Yeah…yeah, it was…probably not a good idea to do stuff like that very often though, huh?"
"Hmmmm…yeah, I guess you’re right…" Jill said, though her voice had a very odd tone that puzzled Beth…