Stacy's Wish
First Meeting of the Amputee Club

I couldn't believe it when I heard it on the radio. The show's host announced that he had a girl with a really bizarre fetish, saying it was even stranger because she was female. Well, being no stranger to bizarre fetishes, I had to hear what it was. This show had had kinky people on before - and they did mean kinky when they said kinky, unlike most people who think being hand-cuffed is somehow strange and deviant.

So I waited and waited - the host and his crew chatted, then went to a commercial break. These breaks are notoriously long, but I waited through it. And when they came back, more talk. I was getting frustrated, started wondering if it was worth it to wait - I had been sitting in my car at my destination for a few minutes already, and was just plain tired of waiting.

And then they brought her on. Stacy was her name, or at least the name she gave, and she told about her fetish - she was into amputation. More precisely, being amputated. She said how she wanted to eventually have her limbs removed, starting with her legs. She went on to describe how she had a toe cut off by an old boyfriend and how she had the best and longest orgasm in her life from it. She had me going - I immediately grabbed my cell phone and for the first time every called a radio station. Actually, I had to call Information to get the number, but they connected me.

I spent half an hour sitting in my car in a parking lot on hold. They were receiving all kinds of calls - people calling Stacy a sick freak, telling her being an amputee was nothing to fantasize about. She was belittled and berated on the radio show. I waited for my chance to talk to her - and waited for too long, it seems, cause she had hung up by the time I got through being on hold!

I asked if they could give me her number - which, of course, they could not - so, I asked if they could do me a favor. I didn't care if they aired it or not, but I wanted to talk to her. I asked them to call her back and put me on the phone with her. They thought it would be funny so they did so.

We weren't on the air when we spoke, but I have no doubt they recorded it to use it later. Knowing that, I tried to be discreet.

"This is Stacy," I heard her say as they joined our lines. She sounded a little down, maybe disappointed. I could understand that, from what I heard people saying about her on air.

"Stacy, hey - heard you on the show, obviously, and I had to talk to you. You kink? You fetish that you mentioned?"

"Yeah, what about it?" she asked, sounding exacerbated.

"I think it's hot."

"You do? Really?"

"Oh yeah. Really. You really liked loving that toe?"

"Fuck yeah!" she nearly shouted, sounding alive and full of energy and passion. "Oh my god, it was great!"

"Excellent. Find The Chaos Grey on-line. Google it. You'll know it when you find it. I'll be waiting there for you." Then I hung up. It was strange and mysterious, I know, but I didn't want to give too much away on a radio show. I just had to hope that she believed me and would find what I was talking about. I had faith that, if she even tried to look, she would find it. It was all a matter of whether she would try.

I got my answer a few hours later when I got to work and checked my email. There it was, my answer from her right there in my inbox. I was amazed that it had worked, but it had. The beginning. How completely wonderful.

Grey,

I read your story To Become a Fuck Toy. I assume it was you who contacted me earlier. I loved it! God, I came twice when I read it and I'm still wet even as I write this. Can't keep from touching myself. I don't think you'll mind, though.

Your story wasn't quite the way I feel about it. For me, it's the pain of having bits of me removed that make it such a turn on. I wouldn't want to be knocked out and have parts of me surgically removed. But the idea of just having stubs for limbs - makes me horny whenever I think about it.

I never thought about what would happen to me after my arms and legs were gone. I think Donna had the best solution. Unlike her, I'm not doing it to become a fuck toy, but I guess after it was done, that's all I could ever hope to be. Now that I am thinking about it, I like that idea to. I think I would like to be someone's fuck toy and be used like that. I can't believe I'm admitting this to someone I've never talked to before, but you seem like you understand better than anyone.

Oh, I didn't care for the incest parts - never read much porn before, but it kind of grossed me out a bit. But the rest of the story - just wonderful!

I hope I hear from you soon! Would love to talk more!

Stacy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh fuck, yeah. That would be so fucking hot."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Or get amputated as well."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then, all I had to do was wait.