Her bunion hung out 2 far by stitchspike26

story and illustration by stitchspike.

She never realized what a risk she was taking by leaving her right foot sitting out in the hallway outside of her cubicle. It was just a convenient place for her to rest her huge bare foot while she was at work. Her feet were over 12 inches long apiece, rare and wonderful. Her bunion made the front of her foot too wide to fit into the few dress shoes that she could find in the size 14s her feet were crammed into.

Alison was at least 6 feet tall, very lean with blonde hi-lights in her hair. She had a thin and attractive face with full features and a big pleasant smile. She was tall and self conscious about her big feet. Alison had crammed them into shoes that were too small for years and it had taken its toll on them. Her toes were crunched and she had given herself a truly huge pair of bunions on her giant feet. Alison kept these covered with shoe and strap as much as possible and the big knots of bone ached her miserably when they were mercilessly compressed and pinched in dress shoes.

Alison always took the shoes off her feet to give her bunions a rest during the day. Her huge feet needed a rest from being bunched up in the small shoes she wore, but her bunions were the spot where all of that compression burst out from the rest of the crunched foot. The big walnut sized lumps ached from being pressed down on by her shoes.

Alison limped into her cubicle and popped both of her feet out of their shoes. She held her right foot in her lap a moment, studying the big throbbing bunion on it. Alison rotated her big toe, cracking the enormously overgrown joint at it’s base. She then lowered her right foot outside of her cubicle and gave attention to her aching left foot.

Her enormous right foot hovered above the concrete floor outside of her cubicle door where I could view it from my office. She placed the long foot on to the cool concrete with an appreciative moan.

Alison’s toes were all curled down and in from being crunched up in small shoes for years. She could still stretch them out to their full length so they looked like fingers. I could hear the cracks her toes were making from several feet away. She would tilt her foot forward onto its knuckles and press down, making he bunion bulge out of her sole so its full size could be appreciated. The crack the joints in her foot made were very loud and a heard her groan with relief. The top of her foot has a golden tan, and the bottom a pale smooth surface. Not a callus or nail out of place. Her toes bent under the foot pressed to the cool soothing concrete below.

I was lucky enough to get to see the whole thing. Alison had been wearing her only pair of dress shoes and had been carrying heavy loads of paper all day. The extra weight in these tight shoes has made her feet throb, especially her big bony bunion. She had been in a long meeting where she did not get to take her shoes off and had just limped back to her cubicle. Alison groaned in relief as she slowly eased the tight and hard leather off the sticky and worn skin over her bunions.


There sat the perfect foot toped with a huge bunion, projecting out a full foot into the narrow hallway. A 12 inch tan length of vunerable meat with a red bunion sitting 90 degrees out from her cubicle. I could imagine how that poor foot throbbed! Someone was running down the length of the hallway at full tilt.

His whole foot stepped down onto the instep of Alison’s bare foot. Heel back by where her pinky toe was curled under her sole from years of being crammed in small shoes. Crossing the veiny top and crunching all of the toes she had bent under her foot in hopes of relieving the pressure built up in them. These cracked and popped as they were contorted out of place from being stepped on. The stomp ended with its greatest weight upon her aching bunion. It mashed down into the hard cement stretching the scaly skin on it to its maximum displacement.

She shrieked.

It caused him to twist his foot, grinding the bunion hard into the concrete floor beneath it. Alison’s foot was twisted under his weight. The tortured toes gave out more cracks and crackles as he bruised every pad and knuckle with his struggle to remain upright. He remained upright with Alison’s poor tortured foot under him.

Alison lurched out of her cube and grabbed the sides of her huge foot with both hands. She looked shocked and in pain as she tugged at her foot until the weight came off of it. The whole front of her foot down into her nails was pink from pain. She sat down heavily on the floor, all her attention on her stomped foot.

Alison had her forefoot up to her face, looking at it’s bottom to check on the state of her crumpled baby toe first, then the crunched other toes and ending with her rapidly reddening bunion! Even her big toe had been squished in the process. The shape of his shoe was very visible on the top of her foot.

Alison groaned “Oh God it hurts so bad”. She sat down heavily on the hard floor, all her attention focused on the agonizing pain coming from the front half of her mangled foot. “Everything has been stomped!”

The guy who nearly tripped was not sympathetic “You need to hang warning signs if you are going to park something that big in the walkway!”

Alison looked extremely hurt by what he had said. She looked sadly down at the huge and still swelling foot in her hands, as if resentful of the huge feet nature had given her.

Still cradling her broken foot she quietly slid back into her cubicle. Alison tried to make little sound, but I heard her hiss and groan as she applied attempts at soothing her crushed fore-foot.

She sat there with her big foot up on the table. It was so soft and vulnerable looking, the whole front half was swollen up.

She studied it, her eyes filled with self-loathing and pain.

Alison had her toes spread wide with the exception of her big toe that was completely bent down in one of her hands, this must have taken internal pressure off of her bunion. That bunion was the size of an apple. I imagine that the cartilage was inflamed. Alison gingerly ran a block of ice over its red surface, gently rotat
I swear I could see it pulsing under the ice. Her eyes watered and she moved the ice off her chilled bunion and over her mashed toes.

Taking the ice from her freezing digits she then blew on the iced skin. The redness did not lessen and she looked frustrated and in pain.

I must have stared for too long because Alison shot me an evil look.

“I saw the whole thing and I feel awful about it. Your poor foot must really be hurt.”

Alison managed a weak smile and thanked me for my concern.
“My poor poor foot”
She placed the ice back on her bunion, shivering and wincing.
“I hope I can walk out of here later. My foot has not been hurt like this in years.”

“Do you need someone to take you to the Doctor?” I asked, eager to be the one who got to spend more time with Alison and her throbbing foot.

“I don’t think anything is broken” she tenderly moved a few long toes around with her fingers, her eyes wincing with pain. Her mouth grimaced as she flexed those long pummeled toes to test them. “Ouch!”

I went to the freezer and put more ice in a bag. I handed it to her, Alison’s long fingers wrapped around the bag.

“Thanks, I guess I’ll need more ice for this” She turned her bunion towards me. There was a symphony of pinks flowing on the surface of it. “It hurts so much”. I could hear the pain in her voice.

“Is there anything other than ice that would help”

“Rubbing usually helps, but nothing will help crushed. I just have to ice it and hope that gets rid of the swelling”.

We sat there for a long moment staring at her huge pink foot.

“Maybe you can help me tape it up” She moved her foot towards me. I was dying to put my hands on her foot, I had a sick desire to squeeze her pulsing bunion to hear her squeal. Alison looked at me with her sad eyes. She had some tape on the table.

“Here, can you hold my ankle for me while I wrap the ice bag around it?” I placed my hand around her slender ankle down by her ankle. She had a hard pump bump of bone in the back and I could feel her pulse on a large foot vein near her ankle. Her foot was close enough for me to smell the leather from her shoes on it. I wanted to suck those long pink toes so bad!

Alison placed the ice and water bag around her foot. I was close enough to see her eyes tear up as the pain got to her.
“Tape around the bag”
I wrapped the clear tape over the bag.
“Not too tight!”
Her foot wriggled in my hand, OK it was mean of me to squeeze her foot on purpose. That big foot felt so good when I mashed its soft flesh. Alison’s eyes were wide and she was panting from fear and pain. I taped the bag loosely. She lifted her foot out of my grasp. Alison waddled out of the break room walking on the undamaged heel of her hurting foot.

I saw her later that day, barefoot in a closing elevator. Clutching her shoes and looking down at her sore right foot. It was red an purple at the front, the bunion huge and sore.

She wore slippers for the rest of the week, taking care not to stand as much as possible. I heard her recount the story and groan about her bruised foot for the next few weeks, though she never talked about her bunion.

Alison never poked even a toe out of her cubicle after the horrid affair.

source: http://stitchspike26.deviantart.com/art/Her-bunion-hung-out-2-far-251316637

Cats play by sl44n3sh

sl44n3sh did an amazing comic for jazzfox who has a casted foxgirl character who gets tortured by her catgirl nurse.

source: http://sl44n3sh-cfa.deviantart.com/art/Cats-play-152296697

Guest Story: The Tragic Shoes - Part II

The Continuing story of a girl, the shoes she loves and the sadistic shoe peddler who gets in her way...

The Tragic Shoes – Part II of III

“Wakey, wakey.” Serafina’s fluttering eyelids remained sealed shut. She snorted and kicked her feet.

I don’t know about you, but I always find my captives so adorable whey they are bundled up tight in thick ropes and fighting against the tortured dreams of their drug-induced narcolepsy. With their mouths gagged and their hands bound tightly behind their back—they’re so cute.

 “Uaagh,” she moaned lightly.

Tickling her toes wasn’t doing the trick. Maybe I overdid it with the chloral hydrate? I should’ve studied my absorption rates better—ugh, but so much math to digest.

“Mmmm.” She was dozing off into another heavy slumber.

Exasperated, I doused her with a pitcher of cold water.

“Aaaah!” she screamed and awoke from her dream as if drowning at sea. “Hp!” The words weren’t forming yet. “Hep!” Getting closer. “Heeeelp!” Much better!

“Spare yourself. We’re in a basement of an abandoned farmhouse far away from the edges of town. Kinda cozy, doncha’ think?”

“I’m cold and wet,” she whined.

“Yeah, warm sand usually doesn’t bring people to.”

Her lovely brown toes, painted so poetically with bright emerald nail polish, were wiggling within the confines of her nylon stockings. “How did the bottoms of my jeans get shredded?”

“You put up a terrible fight as I was taking your spectacular Spanish leather boots off. The boots are completely unblemished, but I am afraid your tight-fitting jeans are totaled.” I pulled up a chair right next to her and sat down.

“Why does my face hurt so much? Am I bruised?”

 “I kinda dropped you down the staircase. Buttery fingers, but you’re sort of a slippery eel. No harm, no foul, right?”

Her bruised face turned red with rage. “You horrible witch! What do you want?”

“Really, Serafina.” I was deeply offended. “What makes you think I want something?”

“I won’t crack. I’ve been through worse than anything you can dish out.”

“It was the ropes, wasn’t it?”

“I’ve got a high threshold for pain and I’ll never betray my girls.” Serafina curled her toes and bit down on her lip as if to accentuate her point. “Torture me all you want. You won’t get an inch of our turf.”

“It’s the whole basement in a remote farmhouse thing, isn’t it? You know, so many people misinterpret my intentions whenever I do that.”

“And the Senoritas are well-connected, too.” Serafina was stern and just a tad hostile, in my opinion, given her present circumstances. “I have friends in other girl gangs. Lots of them. And boyfriends you don’t wanna mess with. Ex-cons, thugs, murderers…people who can mess you up!”

“Break both my ankles?”

“Worse than that.”

“Do tell. I feel inspired.”

Serafina clammed up. A tiny bead of sweat was running down the side of her pretty brown face. We’d been friends for a number of years. Robbed liquor stores together. Car-jacked Beemers for parts. Intimidated, haughty, law-abiding citizens. But when the times got tough, we separated into our own gangs. Every once in a while we would cross paths in the act of committing crimes. But it wasn’t until the downfall of the Khmer Rouge Girls that we found our territories butt-up against each other. That was when things got really ugly.

I scooted my chair in close beside her and rested my head on her shoulder. “You know, it doesn’t have to be like this, honey.”

She was puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“So adversarial. Always threatening, provoking…fighting. Remember when the Clowns with Frowns on Skates were all-powerful and they beat both our gangs to a pulp?”

“Yes,” she said wistfully.  “I remember.”

“The trauma ward was so crowded, they made us share a room together in Intensive Care. They’d given up trying to figure out who was in what gang. You were laid up with two broken legs and a broken neck. My whole upper body was encased in plaster. We shared some romantic nights together in recovery, didn’t we?”

“That was nice.”

“I’ll never forget it.” I got up from my chair and headed to the other room. “I thought rather than torturing you horribly,” I shouted from the far side of the basement, “…as good as I am at that, I’d make this a really special evening.”

I returned to the room and placed an elegant silver cake dome and tray on the Ottoman sitting in front of her.

“What is it?” She shook, terrified with fright.

“This, darling, is dessert.”

She looked at the covered dessert tray wide-eyed, half-expecting something to leap out and attack her. She looked back at me, wide-eyed.

“Will it hurt me?” she asked as she sniffed around the cake dome.

“No, of course not.” I tapped my booted foot impatiently. “Well, since you are being so timid, not to mention completely bound up, I guess I’m just going to have to do this myself.” I lifted the dome off of the cake tray. “Voila!”

Serafina squealed and nearly passed out from excitement. After several huffs and puffs to maintain consciousness, she said, “Is that what I think it is?”

“A 1986 Reynaldo Grimaldi scarlet Heartfire formal slip-on? Yes, you got it exactly right. Not only the world’s most elegant shoe, but also its most desired.”

“I can’t believe my eyes,” Serafina was nearly in tears. “If I wasn’t tied up, bruised and bleeding, I would think that I’m in heaven.”

“Better than heaven,” I chided as I used more rope to tie her feet around the Ottoman, so that she had no choice but to look at the world’s most gorgeous shoe. Walking in a pair of Grimaldies is like walking on an endless path of bare, powdered baby bottoms. They’re that comfortable.”

“Oh my God,” she sighed. “This just can’t be. The Heartfire was put out in a limited edition. They’re unbelievably rare, Alexis.”

“That’s right, Serafina. I love a girl who really knows her shoes. Grimaldi only manufactured 100 pairs before he brutally committed suicide by stabbing himself thirty-four times with a sharpened shoe horn.” I whispered, “Some people believe he was actually murdered.” I cleaned an imaginary smudge from the flawless shoe.  “You know, his rivals were green with jealousy. Or whatever color jealousy is. The Heartfire is the rarest and most sought after shoe ever created. People would absolutely kill for one of these. Probably, numerous people already died for the shoe you are drooling over right now.”

“Tell me more, Alexis! I must know more.”

“I love a girl who’s obsessed with shoes.” I got down close to the Grimaldi, so that our faces were only inches apart. “The Heartfire is euphemistically referred to as the “shoe that launched a thousand orgasms.” There are only thirteen surviving shoes and I happen to have a pair. This is the left one.”

“I must know…” she pleaded.

I held up my hand. “No, Serafina, I cannot reveal my sources or my methods. I can only tell you that I went to great personal expense to come by this pair of magnificent shoes. A girl has got to keep her secrets.”

Serafina cooed. “I must have them.” She reached out her tongue to lick at the glorious shoe, coming within a centimeter of sliming the lush leather soles. “This is like the ninth circle of heaven. The Heartfire is dangling in front of my face, just out of reach.” She whimpered. “You must let me try it on.”

“Try it on?” I arched one of my razor-thin eyebrows in surprise. “Why of course, I will let you try it on. What kind of savage beast would I be if I didn’t let you try on this most immortal of shoes? But first, let’s take a look at those footsies. We have to make sure you are a Heartfire kind of girl.”

I sat down in front of her splayed legs like a patient shoe store clerk and examined her nylon covered feet with my hands. I squeezed her plump big toes between my thumb and forefinger. “Nice composition and structure.” I proceeded to do a deep tissue message of her arches. Serafina moaned gently and softly before moaning full-throatedly. “Nice bonework. Let’s see how they taste.” I took a long, slow lick of her sole from bottom to top, thoroughly enjoying every millimeter of the journey. When I finished, Serafina giggled and kicked her feet.

“Mmmm. Strong hints of apricot, oaky aroma, smoky afterbite, chocolaty overtones with just a dash of black peppercorn at the end. Do you wear Dr. Scholls?”

In between bursts of tickle-inspired laughter, she shook her head-yes.

“Thought so.” I rubbed my chin and pondered her feet. “I’m afraid that we have a problem here.”

“A problem?” Concern gripped her face the way a virgin grips a whore’s nipple. “What kind of a problem?”

“You’re a size 7.”

“So?”

“The Heartfire is a size 5.”

“Uhhhh,” she gasped. “I must have those shoes. I’ll be the envy of the whole warehouse district.”

I grinned Devilish Grin #24. “Fortunately, there is a cure for your very disturbing problem.”

“There is?” Hope sparkled across her face. “Tell me the cure! I must have the cure!”

“Mmmm. Well, here it is…we modify your feet to the desired shoe size.”

“That sounds wonderful! You can do that?”

“Oh yes. Very easily.”

“What does it involve?”

“Not much at all. I’ve got everything we need here at the farmhouse.” I paused to think through the procedure. “Let’s see. Black felt marker…check. Soft cotton towel…check. Reinforced Ottoman…check. And most importantly…fifty-pound sledgehammer. Checkarooney! What do you say, honey? Do you or don’t you want dessert?”

Serafina’s mouth hung open. “I…I…I….”

Guest Story: The Tragic Shoes - Part I

This is the tragic romance story about a girl and her shoes. Serafina is a gangster girl with a lot territory under her control. Alexis is her rival who has very little territory but some pretty remarkable shoes. Only one hitch: the shoes are too small for Serafina's feet. What's a gangster girl to do?

The Tragic Shoes – Part I of III

“Try the pasta primavera. It’s delicioso!” I was hand-feeding Serafina, the leader of the Loco Mucho Loco Senoritas. We were tucked away in a dark back office of a romantic little hideaway on the edges of the warehouse district. To enhance the mood, and because the power had been suspended years ago, our comfy dining room was candlelit only. The flickering lights made our shadows dance across the walls while I presented sumptuous course after sumptuous course to my adversary.

Serafina closed her eyes and momentarily slipped into a dreamworld with each heavenly bite. “Where did you learn to cook so well, Alexis? This food is fantastic.”

In the middle of the third course, Serafina had commenced a serious game of aggressive footsy underneath the table. This kind of foreplay was quite common before the difficult negotiating began. Later in the evening we could get down to the drab details regarding the turf boundaries between the Senoritas and the Golema Goth Girls. I always find oral consumption and lovemaking to be essential prerequisites to any act of diplomacy.

“In my spare time, when I am healing from injuries, I like to watch the Cooking Channel. You would not believe how many ways you can use bacon. Like, in the pudding I made for dessert. I’ve got to confess, I’m a bit of an Iron Chef addict.”

“Mmmm,” she said. “Shovel some more of that Caramelized Gnocchi my way, Sister.”

I happily complied with Serafina’s wish, though it came across as more of an order. I have a very sensual way of hand-feeding a girl. Be very gentle with the fork. Let her slide the morsel off the edge of the utensil delicately. Follow-up by dabbing affectionately at her face with a white linen napkin. If the napkin fails to get every spot on the face, complete the cleanup with long strokes of the tongue.

“What were we talking about, again?” She asked as I caressed her chin with my lips.

“The wharves. We were going to talk about what we should do with the wharves.” Her errant left foot was casually running its way up my right thigh, coming dangerously near to my womanliness. I could feel her toes wiggling inside of her pantyhose as she inched her way ever closer.

“Yes, that’s right. Oooh, the wharves seem miles and miles away right now,” she said in her dreamy, semi-erotic condition.

“And yet, they are right outside our door.”

“More linguini, please. You know how I like it.”

I moved the white casserole dish of lamb linguini over to her side of the table and lifted the cover. Fragrant steam wafted out of the dish and intertwined with the candle smoke to create an enchanting haze.

“Try the wine,” I said, filling her tall crystal to near the top. I poured myself a much daintier serving. We made a toast to all the victims we had broken, especially the ones who hadn’t fully recovered, and tossed back our glasses of Domaine Clarendon ’98. I paused to relish the flavor, cavalierly putting my boots up on the table.

“Wanna see a cool trick?” I said.

 “Sure,” she said in a deep simmering voice brimming with glimmers of expectations yearning to be fulfilled.

I leaned over and very slow and salaciously began unzipping my boot. First the right one, using just my teeth and then the left one using only my toes. I kicked the boots to the floor, revealing my long, soft feet and exquisite, imported, Milanese nylon stockings. Serafina giggled with giddiness. Is it possible to have curvaceous feet? I think so.

“Wait, it gets better.” Using my big toe and index toe of my right foot, I picked up Serafina’s fork and spooled a bite-sized serving of linguini.

Serafina squealed with joy. “You’re so talented, Alexis. How do you do it?”

“I learned this trick while I was healing from a minor kerfuffle with the Banshee Biker Babes. Fantastic story that I will tragically abbreviate: They broke both my hands and legs. Good fortune being on my side, they managed nothing more than to break both of my ankles, leaving the rest of my gams undamaged.”

I maneuvered the forkful of linguini past Serafina’s plump, glistening lips. She clenched down lightly and erotically slurped the long noodles with orgasmic pleasure.

“During those brief months of rehabilitation, I became quite talented with my feet, even though both of them were encased in short, plaster leg casts. How else is a girl supposed to feed herself?” Serafina grinned devilishly. “If you’re good, I’ll show you what else I can do with my toes.”

“Oh, I’m good. I’m very, very good.”

Clutching the fork with my right foot, I grabbed a fresh linen napkin with my left foot, using it to wipe away the creamy garlic sauce that I had clumsily smeared all over Serafina’s lovely brown-toned face. “Did I mention that I am ambidextrous?”

“You have so many talents. I plan on discovering them all.”

She finished another toe-fed serving of linguini and I dutifully cleaned her face again. “More wine?” I offered.

“Please.” As I filled our crystals, Serafina paused for reflection. “You know, Alexis, I’ve learned so much about you tonight. Before I arrived here, I was certain you were planning something devious.”

“Devious?” I was overcome with incredulity as I lightly tipped the glass of wine to her lips, holding the stem between my toes. “Serafina,” I explained, “we’re two girl gangster generals. Equals in war, but equals in the playful, poppy fields of peace, as well. We’ve developed a bond of trust between us. A serious bond of trust.” I patted at the red wine that had dribbled down her chin. “You know, there are no secrets harbored between us. Everything is out on the table.”

“Lovely words to hear, Alexis. As I was positively certain, you sneaked something of a narcotic nature into the wine.”

I was stunned, and made no effort to hide my hurt feelings.

“Don’t feign surprise on me, lover. I didn’t rise to this dizzying station without a little dash of paranoia. Oh, I’m sure you wouldn’t use a fatal amount, and risk starting a war, but probably a small enough amount to knock me unconscious.”

“Serafina, I would never…”

“Of course, you wouldn’t, dear Alexis. But, a girl in my position must take every precaution. That is why I switched wine glasses with you, while you were preoccupied removing your remarkably fashionable boots.”

Color and confidence drained from my face. My right leg crashed to the floor. “You…switched…?” I couldn’t even finish my sentence.

“Horrible, I should think that way, isn’t it? But then I thought: the wine? That would be too obvious. Perhaps, I should switch the plates.”

“The…the…plates?” I was growing unsteady, a little bit wobbly. Blood was rushing out of my head. My left leg slid off the table.

“And the flatware. Because I believe you did say at the beginning of the evening, ‘what’s mine is yours. Mi casa es su casa.’ And naturally, I returned your generous gesture.”

“You returned it?” I said weakly, my knees shaking.

“Share and share alike, right Alexis? I even exchanged the after-dinner mints. Everything you gave to me, I returned to you.”

I felt woozy. One eye was starting to droop. “The napkins too?”

“Uurp!” Serafina nearly gagged on her wine. “Napkins? What do you mean?”

I sat up in my chair. “The napkin that I dipped in chloral hydrate…a potent version that can be absorbed through the skin? You know, the napkin I’ve been cleaning you with for most of the night?”

“But, but….” Serafina’s lovely brown face was getting paler by the second. “You touched that napkin yourself. You would have absorbed anything on it.”

“Oh yes,” I agreed. “You’re right, of course. I held the napkin between my toes—my nylon-covered toes.”

“That’s right, porous nylon.” Serafina’s eyes started to swim in their sockets.

“That would be the nylons that I treated last night with Airidion IV. Great stuff. Industrial repellent. Repels water, grease, oil, gasoline, and oh, chloral hydrate solution. You’re so observant, Serafina.”

Slowly, Serafina’s lids grew very heavy, and the glass of wine she had held so confidently in her hand, tumbled onto the table, making a large, dark, red stain in the middle of the white cloth.

“Careful,” I chided. “I expect you to be able to hold your liquor.”

“I…hate…you…you…conniving…cuuuunnntt...zzzzzz.”

Guest Story: Shall We Dance?

The story of an overly dedicated nurse and her tormented patient. By Dane Bainbridge.

Shall We Dance?

“I’m such a klutz.”

Maiko fumbled with her trapeze. Two pairs of broken arms in the last six months and she still hadn’t learned to grasp simple, concrete objects. I can thread needles with ten broken fingers. This poor girl couldn’t even unlatch the rail-guards on her hospital bed.

“I should be more careful. I need to pay attention to what I’m doing. You know what I mean?”

After knocking herself in the head with the aluminum trapeze bar several times, Maiko gave up and started yanking at the canvas slings that elevated her broken and plastered legs.

“Just look at what I’ve done.” I was leaning out over the open hospital room window. My six inch stilettos had the effect of pooching out my rear end. The black, polyester nurse’s uniform I was wearing was stretched to the breaking point around my firm buttocks. I glanced over my shoulder. Maiko managed to free one leg from its canvas sling, but the other leg was hopelessly twisted. Grommets and cables strained as Maiko’s other gorgeously long plastered leg stretched high above her, nearly touching the particle-board ceiling. In such an awkward position, her cotton hospital gown had hitched itself up above her sleek, rounded hips and I could clearly see her skimpy, baby-blue panties wound tightly about her wonderful ass.

“Oh dear,” I gushed, blushing out of embarrassment. “As if, it weren’t bad enough what I did to your friends—accidently dropping each of them out of this narrow window.” I leaned further out to better examine my handy work, taunting Maiko by kicking my legs out behind me, as if I could fall down at any moment with just the slightest push. “You know, us nurses take an oath, a Hypocritic Oath, to do no harm to our patients and to take every measure to foster their healing and recovery. And here, I somehow managed to drop Lin and all of her broken bones and plaster casts right on top of Sakura and all of her broken bones and plaster casts. I mean, such carelessness almost makes a mockery of that sacred oath.”

Maiko was pawing at the hospital room walls with her thickly plastered hands and arms like a hungry dog pawing at his master’s porch door—only a bit more frantic. If her jaw hadn’t been ensconced in a thick, foam and rubber padded neck brace, she might have added to the conversation.

I leaned further out the window, allowing my tight nurse’s dress to ride up my butt, and getting perilously close to joining my patients on the ground below. So far, it had been a magnificent night of compounded injury with unlimited potential for convalescence and healing. Officer Brobinsky lay in a heap of shredded plaster bandages, half on and half off the courtyard bench, her twisted arms and legs sprouting in various directions like those of a drunken octopus. Gang-banger, Lin, my nemesis, had plowed face first into her best soldier’s shoulder cast. Now, both were moaning in agonizing pain. June and Sun who were such adorable sisters, I felt compelled to bandage them together before tossing them over, had against all odds, managed to crash straight into the statue of St. Rita, the patron saint of healing. Altogether, the scene presented a broken Garden of Delights with contorted, bent limbs, bare behinds and torn hospital gowns.

“Lovely, just lovely.”

Maiko lost her balance, sliding along the wall. Sans fingers, she had no hope of catching herself, and instead smacked jaw first on the hard hospital floor.

“Craaack!” Her already split jaw, split significantly more. “Gaiiii!”

“You poor thing.” I hopped back down to the floor, spun around, and clopped across the floor in my stiletto shoes with the double-thick platforms, like the old Western cavalry riding to the rescue. “Mommy’s coming, sweetheart.” Tears were streaming down Maiko’s soft, flush face. “Let me take that horrible contraption off of your neck. It must be killing you.”

I undid the hook on Maiko’s Philly Collar, allowing her neck some air and comfort.

“Yaiii!”

“There, much better. Ooh! Vertebrae number three looks badly bruised. Let Nurse Alexis kiss it.” I ran my black-gloved hands around her delicate waist, feeling with my fingers where the cracks in her ribs met and then moved my hand up the ridges of her spine. I pressed my large, firm breasts against hers, and swept my warm, moist tongue along her fragile throat, pausing briefly to nestle my face in her glorious, silky, black hair, as she lay prone on the floor.

“Heee…pp,” she whined softly.

“You must tell me how you keep your hair so thick and shiny.” I ran my fingers though my long coils of black and blue hair falls. “You probably think these are extensions, but I assure you, they are the real thing. I’m telling you, shampoo night is murder.”

Maiko continued sobbing, and the darling girl kept trying to communicate. “Merthy, merthy…I pleadth of youth, merthy.”

“Of course, dear Maiko. You know I’m all about mercy. Let me help you to your feet.” I rose from the floor and yanked Maiko up to a standing position. There she stood, warm and soft next to me, her long, thick leg casts encasing her fractured femurs, popped patellas, twisted tibias, and re-angled ankles.

Maiko screeched. “Aaaakgh!”

“There, much better.” I felt her exposed toes rubbing against the wooden platforms of my shoes. “How cute.”

“Waaa!”

We found ourselves wrapped tightly together, like a pair of Argentinean Tango dancers. I ran my fingers through her hair now and pressed my nose against her temple. “What sweeter perfume is there than the sanitary smell of anti-septic hospital bed sheeting?”

“Eeeep!”

“You know what we need now?”

Maiko groaned.

“Mood music.” I released Maiko letting her crumble to the floor, while I clopped over to the CD player and hit the play button. I clopped back to Maiko and jerked her back up to her feet without missing a beat.

“Yaaarghthth!”

“I love Cole Porter, don’t you? I mean, isn’t ‘Anything Goes,” just divine?” I grabbed Maiko’s chin and gently shook it in a negative motion.

“Gaaa!”

“I’m sorry, honey. I only brought Cole Porter. Tomorrow night, I promise, it will be as much J-Pop as you can stomach.”

We romantically slow-danced across the hospital room floor, Naturally, I led. Maiko followed, puddling up the lapels of my black nurse’s uniform with her tears.

“See what a good dancer, I am?” My platform shoes inched dangerously closer to her unwisely, exposed toes, which were popping out like baby mouse heads from the edge of her leg casts.

We pressed in, cheek-to-cheek. “Remember those dark days, Pumpkin, when your gang, the Khmer Rouge Girls, were oh so jealous, that my Golema Goth Girls held the Heights?” With one hand, I gently held Maiko’s broken right arm. I cupped the other hand around her waist, but nonchalantly, like a pervy virgin teenager at his Junior Prom, ran it down into her panties and around Maiko’s incredibly smooth bum. “And, that your gang held that tiny patch of weeds and gravel in the Warehouse District? Then, one day, you got it into your heads to attack our harmless little girl gang, while we were all fagged out from a long night of activities, in front of the Seven-Eleven. Remember? Yes? Dip.”

I twisted Maiko back as we dipped, broken ribs crackling as she stretched backwards. You may not be aware of this, but it is unbelievably difficult to dip a girl who is wearing two long, plaster leg casts.

“Nyaaaaah!”

We resumed our dancing--Maiko screeching bloody murder with each dainty little step. “I certainly do. I mean, how could I forget? You ran rode across our limbs with your Harleys—over and over again, ad infinitum—breaking our legs and arms, not once, not twice, but multiple times. Dip.”

There was more twisting, more crackling and more crying. This time when I leaned over to pull Maiko up from her dip, I pushed down on her small toes with my platform shoes. The resulting crunching sound, excited me to the point that I found myself pressing my hard, healthy pelvis into Maiko’s soft, bruised pelvis, then bringing my knee up and wrapping it around her firm behind.

“Yaaa!”

“Remember? But, you didn’t stop there, did you? Next came the lumber and the steel fence posts, the bricks and the cinder blocks; finally, the baseball bats and tire irons. You girls certainly did a number on us. Dip.”

I dipped Maiko again. Having given up on my soggy lapel, she began blubbering into my ample cleavage. Her wet tears on my warm bosom made my heart race. I pulled her back up, pressing down on her large toes just to make certain her plastered feet wouldn’t slide out from underneath her.

“Cruuunch!”

“Aaai!....hagaah…aaaaai!”

“Remember? You straddled my badly broken body. You looked magnificent. You were wearing your shiny, green, PVC, Chairman Mao outfit with your red sickle and hammer undies peeping just above your waistline as you pressed your petite healthy hips into my shattered ones—just as I’m doing now. Then, you gave me a long, wet passionate kiss with more tongue than a den full of Cottonmouth Vipers. Like this.” Pressing down on Maiko’s toes again with my platform shoes, I lifted her up to my height, cracking and crunching her middle toes. Then, I kissed her. At first, soft, light, but eventually much harder and fuller, cleaning her palette and teeth with the flat of my tongue.

“That kiss, Maiko! Oh, that kiss! Words can’t express how much you turned me on that night. And then you left abruptly—left me so cold.” My eyes grew moist. All of Maiko’s blubbering was making it that much more difficult to restrain my own tears. “Oh sure, you came back to run us over some more with your motorcycles, but after that, you left me cold—after such a mad, passionate kiss.”

I nibbled on Maiko’s ear lobe and ran my lips along the soft, fine hairs on the back of Maiko’s neck. A delicate, lonely tear ran down the side of my nose.

“I thought about you during my long, lonely recovery. You know, they put my ass and legs in a double-hip spica and my boobs and arms in a double-shoulder spica? At least, I admire you for your professionalism.” I gave Maiko a tight squeeze and breathed in her wonderful scent. “There I was, stuck in traction, much like you were just a few moments ago—so hot, so worked up, so little I could do to release the love and pleasure that welled up inside of me for six long months.”

I sighed deeply. Maiko and I had danced ourselves right next to the open window. “Now, I’m fully healthy and you’re the one that is hurt. Can you even imagine how difficult it was for me to wait so long, night after painful night, just for this moment? Dip.”

I dipped Maiko halfway out the window. In a futile effort, she pounded at the brick, exterior walls of the hospital with her plaster arm casts—doing more damage to her casts than the walls. Her fabulous fanny jutted out over the window sill as I moved around behind her. I ran a gloved hand over her soft, prone cheeks. Slowly, she started sliding downward, there being more of her outside of the window than inside. She screamed, a muffled scream.

“Don’t worry, baby, I got you. I ran my hands down her baby-blue panties and pulled up on them. The undies strained and the threads began to pop—one by glorious one.”

“Aaaaai! Aaaaai! Noooo…th!”

Finally, the last thread gave way. Maiko slipped through my hands, kicking as she went down. She managed to smack me in the nose with the hard edge of her plaster leg cast, then followed up with a broken toe inserted into my right nostril. Clumsily, I reached for the leg cast, but it slid through my fingers. I saw Maiko tumble through the air, like a stiff rag doll impersonating a circus acrobat. She landed three stories below, outstretched arms first, on the grass, just missing the sidewalk pavement. Both casts exploded into powder and fiber shreds on impact. The sound of unbroken bones breaking reverberated throughout the courtyard. Her legs came next, crashing against the compacted turf. More cracking and crunching echoed throughout the garden as a plume of white, plaster dust rose up from where Maiko landed. Then the screaming, the moaning, the groaning and lastly, the sobbing. Her hospital gown torn to bits, poor Maiko lay face down in the dirt with her bare bottom gleaming in the moonlight.

My heart welled just as a small trickle of blood dripped down from my nose and onto my ruby-red lips. “Oh, poo! I’m bleeding!”

Absentmindedly, I took Maiko’s torn undergarments and dabbed at the blood on my face. Then I pressed the blood soaked panties up to my nose. They still smelled of wonderful, beautiful, gorgeous Maiko. I breathed in a lungful and shouted out the window for all to hear: “Fantasize about me in your body cast!”

I know I will.

Guest Story: Krystal and Jessica 6-10

Story by Lizzy

Chapter 6

Both the girls thought they wouldn't ever see eachother again, now that they had finished college and were going off to university. Krystal went to her uni campus early to move all her stuff in, and also to get to know the area better. She was cycling along on her bike, dressed in green shorts and a red vest top, when suddenly she saw a familiar figure. She was so shocked she nearly fell off her bike! Jessica was at the same university as her!

Jessica was standing on some steps near the main university square. She was wearing a short summer dress, and sandals, as the weather was still warm. The situation was perfect for Krystal. Jessica was standing with only one foot on the top step, as if she was climbing them, but was at that moment turned away from them, talking on her mobile. Krystal pedalled harder, and steered straight towards Jessica's left foot. Just as Jessica finished on her mobile, she saw a speeding cyclist shoot past her, with both wheels running over her poor foot. She squealed out in pain and surprise, and dropped her mobile. She thought she recognised the dark ponytail blowing out behind the rider, but couldn't be sure.

She looked down at her foot. Already her toes were beginning to turn red, and there was a purple bruise appearing just behind her toes. She picked up her mobile to call for help, but the fall had broken it and it wouldn't work. There was no-one else about, because term hadn't started yet, and so she had to limp back to her room on what she suspected might be a broken foot. It was too painful to keep her left sandal on, so she carried it while she limped along with her left foot bare.

Only when she got back to her room was she able to use a payphone to call a friend to take her to hospital. After waiting ages, she was examined and told her toes had been broken (again!) and her foot was also fractured. A splint was bandaged to her throbbing toes, and she was given a CAM walker and a pair of crutches to help her walk on it. The more she thought of that girl on the bike, the more she was sure it was Krystal. As she lay on her bed that night, with her aching foot propped up on a pile of pillow, she made plans to find Krystal and get her revenge...!

Chapter 7

That term Jessica had to hobble about campus with her CAM and crutches. In the warm weather it wasn't so bad, but once the cooler weather arrived it was quite uncomfortable. She wasn't able to wear even a sock under her CAM walker, because of the splint bandaged to her sore and swollen broken toes. She still kept looking for Krystal, but it was a big university with lots of students, and she didn't see her for weeks.

That was until she saw a group of girls going into the sports hall to play hockey. In the middle of the crowd, she recognised one of them! It was Krystal! Jessica was desperate to get her own back on her. Krystal hadn't seen her, as she was chatting with her friends. Jessica hurried out of site, but she put more weight than she should have on her broken foot. The pain shot up her leg from her now yet healed toes, but she was so keen to get revenge on Krystal she hardly noticed!

She looked to see what shoes Krystal was wearing - they were shallow heels in a deep purple colour. Jessica followed the crowd at a distance, this time using her crutches to keep her weight off her broken foot. She hobbled over to the girls loos, and hid in there. She saw them all go into the changing rooms, and then go out onto the pitch for their match. Jessica had a plan, but she needed to get into the changing rooms for it to work. She knew it would look too odd for a girl with a CAM walker and crutches to go into the sports changing rooms, and that people would notice. But she needed to get in there. On her right foot she was wearing a white trainer, and under it a white sock. She took off them both off, and then put the trainer back on. Then she undid the straps on her CAM walker, and carefully lifted her injured bare left foot out of it. Carefully she stretched the white sock as wide as it could go, and then eased it over her left foot, being very careful of her toes as she did so!

Looking down at her feet, it looked as if she had 2 white shoes on, and no-one was likely to notice one was only a sock for the few steps to the changing rooms. Jessica stood up, wincing as she did, as the pain returned to her foot. She left the toilets, and walked into the changing rooms, trying to keep her weight on the heel of her left foot! Limping along the deserted room, she saw Krystal's shoes. Hmm...left or right she thought?! Quickly she picked up Krystal's right shoe, and hit the heel against the bench until she felt it start to weaken. Then she got some vasaline from her bag, and spread it over the sole and bottom of the heel on Krystal's shoe, until it was nicely slippy. Then she put it back where it had been, and limped heavily on her broken foot out of the changing room. She got back to her CAM walker, and lowered her foot into it. It was such a relief to have it safe and secure in the CAM again. She left the white sock on it, as the tightness of it was helping her against the pain. She couldn't put any weight on her broken foot after this, and so hopped with her crutches over to a table in the sports centres dining area where she could see the changing room door from. Then she sat down to wait!

Jessica's foot was throbbing as she waited. Perhaps walking on it hadn't been such a good idea after all! She drank her cup of tea and hid behind a newspaper she was pretending to read, while she kept an eye on the door of the changing room. Krystal's hockey match should be finishing soon. Then Jessica heard an ambulance arriving! She was surprised. She didn't think Krystal would have finished and put her shoes on and slipped just yet. Then two ambulance men came out carrying a stretcher. On it was a girl from the hockey team. She was smallish, with short dark hair. 1 arm and 1 leg were in splints, and she looked very unhappy. Jessica felt quite sorry for her, but secretly wished it had been Krystal who had been injured in the game. Then again, it would have made her trap useless, and all the pain in setting it up would be for nothing! The poor injured girl was loaded into the ambulance, and it drove away. Don't go too far! Jessica thought, You'll be needed back here soon I hope!

The match finished and Jessica could hear noise as the team returned to the changing room. Gradually the team began to leave as they got changed. They were obviously upset about what had happened to their teammate, and Jessica gathered they had lost the match too. She hid more behind her newspaper, waiting for Krystal. Then she came out, chatting with a friend. She seemed to be having a bit of a problem walking on her right shoe, as it kept sliding a bit under her. She wobbled a bit, and Jessica hoped she was going to fall over, but she steadied herself. Then, when she was halfway across the sports centres entrance hall, she put her right leg forward to take another step, and the heel Jessica had tampered with gave way as Krystal put her weight on it. Her foot twisted to the side, so her ankle hit the ground. All her weight was still on her leg, and even Jessica 10m away could hear it snap as she fell on it! Krystal screamed as she collapsed, and lay there gritting her teeth with pain, holding her newly broken leg. Her friends rushed to help her, and someone called 999. As Krystal lay there waiting for the ambulance, sobbing with the pain of her broken leg, she suddenly spied something. From down on the floor she could see under all the tables in the dining area, and one pair in particular caught her attention. They were in blue jeans, and one foot had on a white trainer with what looked like no sock under it, and the other was in a CAM walker with what looked like the white of bandaged toes just visible...!

Chapter 8

Krystal was still in pain when she arrived at the hospital, where she was taken through into an examination room. She still had one of her purple shoes on her good foot, but her broken leg was bare and in an emergency soft splint. She was given an injection of painkillers, which helped a bit, but she still cried when the spilt was taken off and saw her leg, which looked like it had an extra bend in it. The doctor had to pull and twist her leg straight again, with her screaming everytime she heard and felt the bones click and grind. The doctor then explained she'd need a cast for 10 weeks, and the cast would be from her toes to her thigh.

Then her once sporty and shapely leg was covered in something that to her looked like a long tube bandage, then rolls of padding were wrapped up and down her leg. She was told she could choose what colour cast she was going to have, but when she asked for purple she was told there wasn't any purple and she'd have to have blue instead!

The doctor started at the base of her foot, wrapping the cast material round her foot and ankle and then up her leg. Then he used more bandage type stuff to go up past her knee, finally wrapping it round her toned thigh. She got quite hot with him touching her inner thigh, despite being in pain with her broken leg. Finally, the doctor turned down the end of her cast, pulling the material back from her toes, which were still a bit misshaped from when Jessica had broken them before.

Finally she was given a pair of crutches, and told how to take care of her cast by not getting it wet etc. Then she was allowed to go. Her leg hurt as she swung down off the table. She tried to put her leg on the floor, but the cast was bend at the knee so much it wouldn't let her. Slowly and painfully, she crutches out of the hospital, wondering how she was going to cope with her leg like this for 10 weeks!

Chapter 9

Jessica was getting ready to go out. It wasn’t easy, since her foot was still in its CAM walker. After she had caused Krystal’s accident, she had limped home, very satisfied, but also quite sore. It maybe hadn’t been such a good idea after all to walk on her broken foot. Once she had got back to her room, she had taken the CAM off and put plenty of ice on her throbbing foot. Her foot had stayed swollen for several days, and so she had worn a sock under the CAM to cover up the ugly swelling.

However, that had gone down now, and she decided not to wear the sock under it for this night out with her friends. The CAM was open at the front so some of her toes could be seen, so she had painted her toenails a bright pink. This itself wasn’t easy, as a few days before she had shut her finger in the door of her room. Now her right middle finger was heavily bandaged, making it awkward for her to do things.

The evenings were cold now, but she was still not wearing much for her night out, wanted to show off her sexy body. She had a shortish skirt and a tight top, and a low heel on her good foot. She would have liked to of worn a higher heel, but wasn’t going to risk it with her other foot still in the CAM. Her foot had now healed so that she was able to walk with out crutches, which made her feel better, but she was still very conscious about the big ugly black CAM walker on her lower leg.

Jessica met up with her friends and with them she limped across town to one of their favourite bars. By the time she got there her foot was hurting again and throbbing quite badly. She sat down and propped her sore foot up on a chair, while one of her friends got her a drink. Several other groups of girls were out in the same bar that night, and amongst them Jessica noticed a girl with a green SLC with a blue cast shoe on her right foot, and a light blue SAC on her left arm. She was short, with short brown hair and a cheerful round face. Jessica thought she recognised her from somewhere. Then she remembered – she was the girl she had seen being taken away on a stretcher, from the hockey game which Krystal was playing in before she suffered her broken leg. The girl looked over at Jessica, sitting with her leg up, and smiled sympathetically.

Jessica had a good time out with her friends. Because of her foot, she didn’t move much, but still had plenty to drink. The only bad things were it was sometimes awkward to hold her drinks with her heavily bandaged middle finger, and once someone took the chair her foot was resting on away. Her foot hit the ground with a thump, which jarred the mending bones, and made her yelp out in pain. The person who had taken it did seem to even notice.

Eventually the time came for them to go. Jessica stood up with her friends, and instantly felt unsteady. Because she had been sitting down all the time, she hadn’t noticed what effect all the alcohol she had drunk was having on her. Feeling dizzy, she limped and staggered after her friends out into the street. They were all walking faster than she could manage in her drunken state and with her broken foot. They were nearly across a crossing in the road when she decided to follow them, but suddenly the lights turned green just before she stumbled out onto the road. A speeding car was coming down the road, and she unfortunately stepped out right in front of it. She screamed as the car hit into her, knocking her over and running over her legs.

Chapter 10

Jessica woke up in hospital. The first thing she noticed were pains all over her body, the second thing were the casts she was in. She tried to speak but found she couldn’t. A nurse explained what had happened to her since the accident.

She had been taken by ambulance to the hospital, where she was found to have multiple broken bones. The car had hit her left thigh, snapping it in two, and running over her already broken left foot and toes. Her right leg had also been run over, breaking her shin and ankle. Finally she had broken her jaw and her right shoulder when she hit the ground.

Jessica stared down at her broken body. Her right leg was in a cast, from the base of her toes to mid thigh. Her other leg was suspended in a traction rig, with her foot heavily wrapped in padding and bandaged. Her entire upper body was in a cast, which went up over her shoulder and casted her right arm too. Finally, her jaw was wired shut, so she couldn’t speak.

“Don’t worry” the nurse said, “you’ve got a visitor to cheer you up”. The nurse held the door open, and Jessica could hear the sound of crutches approaching. Into the room came....Krystal! she crutched awkwardly still, and held her leg in its big blue cast out in front of her. Jessica could see that Krystal’s toes on her broken leg looked a bit bruised, and her pinkie toe was taped and bandaged. Krystal had an evil look on her face.

“I’ll leave you two alone” the nurse said. Jessica tried to say she didn’t want to be left alone, but couldn’t call out because of her wired jaw. The nurse left and closed the door. “Hi Jess” Krystal said in a voice that sent shivers down Jessica’s spine. She leaned closer and whispered “I know you did this to me” patting her casted leg “I’ve got proof, so do exactly as I want or I’ll go to the police”. Krystal didn’t really have any proof, but she knew Jessica wouldn’t know that for certain, and so might believe her. Jessica mumbled but couldn’t reply.

“So...” Krystal said as she crutched round to Jessica’s left side. “I hate having my leg like this, and I hate crutches too! My leg still aches...does YOURS?!” as she said this she tugged on Jessica’s traction apparatus. “MMMMMMMM!!” said Jessica as pain lanced through her broken thigh. Krystal gave a few more tugs, each causing a burning pain in Jessica’s thigh, but Jessica couldn’t scream out loud.

“And I hate my poor toes being exposed...I’ve already broken one! It hurts like hell...as you’re going to find out!” Krystal started to unwrap the padding and bandaged around Jessica’s left foot. Jessica tried to call out, and plead with Krystal, but she couldn’t do more than mumble. Under the bandages there was a large splint on the sole of Jessica’s foot, holding it rigid. Krystal unwrapped the bandages down to Jessica’s ankle, and removed the splint. Then she pressed on the ball of Jessica’s foot. “MMMMMM!!!” Jessica cried out as she could feel the pressure on the broken bones. Krystal then pressed on the top of Jessica’s foot, and pushed back and forth a few times. Tears of pain streamed down Jessica’s face.

“And now these” Krystal said, running her finger along the base of Jessica’s fractured toes. Jessica sobbed, she thought she knew what was coming, but she didn’t expect it when Krystal reached into her bag and took out a pair of pliers. She sobbed and tried to pull her foot away, but it was held fast.

“First I broke my little toe” Krystal said. She clamped the pliers round Jessica’s pinkie. “It hurt so much” she squeezed the pliers, crushing Jessica’s toe. “MMMMM!!” Jessica quietly screamed. “I caught it on a chest of drawers” Krystal continued. “I hit it so hard it bent it out sideways....” she said slowly, while she used the pliers to slowly bent Jessica’s pinkie toe from its normal position to sticking out 90 degrees from the side of her foot. “MMM MMM MMM MMMMMMMM!!!!” shrieked Jessica as much as her wired jaw would allow. “And then” Krystal continued “the doctor had to bend it all the way back!” she used the pliers to slowly return Jessica’s mangled little toe to its original position. Jessica’s toe burned with pain. “I bumped and bruised most of the others too!” said Krystal, using the pliers to hit the ends of Jessica’s toes, sending jolts of pain up her leg. “But don’t worry” said Krystal with an evil smile. “Cos you’ll be hearing lots about my poor leg over the next few weeks...and feeling it too!” She gave Jessica’s toes a final bash with the pliers, and then re-wrapped Jessica’s foot so no-one would know. Then she crutches out of the room, with a last glance back over her shoulder at Jessica’s plastered and bandaged body.

Guest Story: Krystal and Jessica 1-5

Story By Lizzy

Illustrations By Sl44n3sh

Colored By Lily

Chapter 1

Krystal and Jessica were 2 attractive sporty girls. They had similar interests, similar backgrounds, and should have got on very well. But they didn't! They hated each other!

They had both been to the same school, and now attended the same college. Jessica was tall slim and blonde. She had a pretty face with blue eyes and a slightly upturned nose. She also had long legs and slender feet and toes.

Krystal was equally attractive, but in different ways. She was tanned with dark hair, longer than Jessica's. She wasn't as slim but was by no means fat, which also meant she had bigger breasts than Jessica. Her legs were very toned, and she was very proud of her feet, which had cute toes, not too long or too short.

Their rivalry began in their last year of college, when they played for the college netball team. Both girls were hoping to be picked as team captain. Jessica was taller, and a slightly better player, so it seemed likely she would be chosen. So Krystal hatched a plan to make sure Jessica would not be chosen over her

After one netball practice, Krystal offered to take some sports equipment back to the store cupboard, which was through the girls changing room. She loaded the sports equipment onto a large trolley, all the time looking into the changing room. She saw her chance. Jessica was changing near the aisle. She had taken her shoes and socks off, and was standing in her shorts and sports bra only. Krystal started off into the changing room, pushing the trolley in front of her. “Hi Jessica well played today” she said. “Thanks” said Jessica, turning towards her. Krystal pushed the heavy trolley forward, running over the toes of both Jessica's feet. Jessica howled with pain, but by then Krystal was on her way out the door!

Krystal was made team captain. Jessica had to watch the games from the side lines, sitting with her long legs stretched out and bare feet, looking miserable. Her 8 small toes were individually bandaged as they had been severely squashed and bruised by the trolley. Krystal looked closed at them when Jessica wasn't watching. The bandage looked like white finger bandage, with some sort of padding underneath, and secured at the base of her toes by white sticking tape. The match ended with Krystal's side winning. Krystal felt very pleased with herself, but as she walked off the court she saw Jessica staring at her feet. Suddenly Krystal's toes didn't feel safe anymore!

Chapter 2

The girls avoided each other for several months after that. Jessica's toes healed well, but she was only able to wear soft shoes for a month, and not play any sport for that time. She got quite a lot of teasing about her 8 bandaged small toes, and several times people nearly stepped on them!

Then one day Jessica saw Krystal sitting working in the college library. She was only wearing flimsy sandals as it was the middle of summer, and stretching her feet out from under the desk. Jessica seized her chance. She went to the oversized book section and got as many heavy books as she could carry. For good measure she put them in a hard plastic tray. Krystal hadn't seen her, so she was able to right up next to her. Suddenly she let out a cry and pretended to fall, dropping the heavy tray right onto Krystal's toes. Krystal yelled out as they landed on her! Jessica pretended she had tripped and hurt her ankle. She appeared at college the next day with a tube bandage over her shapely ankle. Krystal did not appear at college for the rest of that week. When she came in next week, Jessica was pleased to see she could only wear flip-flops. Both her big toes were wrapped up in loads of bandages and padding, which made them look 3 times as big as normal! It also prevented her from moving them at all. She had crutches to help her walk. For the next week Jessica enjoyed sitting with her bandaged ankle propped up, and when ever Krystal could see she made sure to wiggle and flex her long slender toes!

Chapter 3

Krystal's toes had healed by the time of her school prom, and both she and Jessica were competing strongly to see who could steal the show with their looks and ball dresses. Krystal was still angry about her toes, and determined to make Jessica pay.

The week before the prom Krystal and her friends were sitting on the steps that led up to their college. She was enjoying the sun, when she spied Jessica out of the corner of her eye, heading out of college. 'Hmm' Krystal thought. 'A nasty fall would make her look less smug at the prom!' It was an instinctive thought, and there would never be another chance like it. Just as Jessica was passing her, Krystal swung out her leg, catching Jessica just above the ankle.

Jessica stumbled, caught off balance, and wasn't able to save herself from tumbling down the half a dozen or so steps. She landed painfully at the bottom, dropping her things about her. All the other girls jumped up to help her. Krystal jumped up too; she had to make it seem that her tripping her had been an accident. Jessica lay there moaning and holding her ankle. Krystal apologised continuously, while secretly delighting in seeing Jessica in pain. All the other girls tried to help as best they could, and made Jessica comfortable until an ambulance arrived.

Krystal didn't see Jessica again until the night of the prom. Krystal was there early. She looked stunning in a mid-length black dress, with a split up the side that went quite high. Her large firm breasts looked great, even though they were unsupported by a bra. She also had on sheer black stockings with open toed slip on sandals. She was waiting for Jessica to arrive, if she was coming at all!

Then a car pulled up outside. The windows were tinted, so she couldn't see in, but then the door opened and a single left leg slid out. It was bare, and wearing a sexy strappy high heel on the foot. This was then followed by a pair of underarm crutches, which had been spray-painted gold. Finally Jessica emerged. She was wearing a satin dress of a dusky gold colour, and had a pure white cast on her right leg, which finished just under her knee. She stood up, and everyone turned to look at her as she swung herself forward on her crutches with her shimmering dress hugging the line of her body.

Chapter 4

Jessica crutched gracefully all evening. People paid far more attention to her then to Krystal, who sat drinking moodily. At the end of the evening, when most people had left, Krystal thought she better go home herself. She stood up, but didn't realise how much she'd been drinking. She was very unsteady on her feet. She took her shoes off, as her feet were aching, and tottered outside. Once out in the fresh air she still felt drunk. She couldn't see anyone else about, so she sat down on a bench. She must have been there some time, because she suddenly became aware of someone standing over her. She looked up. “Jessica...?” she gasped! “Yes, that's right!” said Jessica, coldly. Krystal tried to stand up, but she tripped and fell backwards over the bench behind her. She instinctively put out her left arm behind her to stop her, but landed awkwardly on it. She cried out, but there was no-one else about.

“I know you broke my ankle on purpose” said Jessica. Krystal started to speak, but Jessica spoke again. “So I'm going to have my revenge! First these...!” She put the foot of one of her crutches over Krystal's stocking covered left toes. The rubber foot was big enough to fit over her middle 3 toes. Before Krystal could work out what was happening, Jessica had put all her weight on the crutch! Krystal felt her toes snap! She screamed, but there was no-one around. “Hurts doesn't it!” said Jessica, and did it again. Krystal could feel her toes being flattened into the ground. “And now” Jessica said “I'm going to crush each of them with my stiletto heel!”

Jessica took her weight on her crutches and also her plastered leg resting on the ground, and placed her stiletto on Krystal's already broken middle toe. Then she increased the pressure! Krystal screamed as her toe bones were crushed! “Oh it hurts” she wailed! “My hand hurts too!” Jessica stopped crushing her toes and hopped a step closed on her crutches. “How much to you think that hurt?” she shouted, shoving her broken ankle toward Krystal.

Krystal realised Jessica intended to torture her until she was really badly hurt, and she had to stop it. Using her good hand, she reached up and grabbed the back of Jessica's cast, and yanked it forward, slamming her exposed manicured toes into the concrete. Jessica leap back, staggering on her crutches, screaming. Krystal seized her chance, and scrambling to her feet, she hobbled away as fast as her shattered toes would allow her too! As she got away, she could still hear Jessica's shouts of “Ow my toes, you broke my fucking toes you bitch!”

Chapter 5

Krystal wanted to get Jessica into trouble, but it was true what she'd said - she had tripped her and broken her ankle on purpose. She didn't want to be in as much trouble herself! So she pretended she'd slipped and fallen, banging her toes in the process. At the hospital she was treated for a broken scaphoid bone, which is the bone in her hand below her thumb. She was given a cast which came nearly up to her elbow, with her thumb wrapped in the cast too. Her broken toes were set by painful yanking and pulling, and the badly broken middle one was wrapped up and splinted. The other two were taped to it using sticking plaster, and she was given a soft open medical shoe to wear. She was not allowed to wear anything else on this foot for 3 weeks.

It was too painful for her to walk for the first week, but after this she was able to walk, even though she limped a lot on her painful broken toes. The second week she was able to walk into town with her mates. They were all very kind to her about her broken hand and toes. As she limped down the street, she saw another group of friends heading towards them. With them was Jessica! She wasn't on crutches anymore, but was limping on a new cast that had a rubber heel underneath it. Krystal was also pleased to see that the front of the white plaster cast extended forward supporting 5 very red and swollen toes!

None of their friends realised the two girls hated eachother now, so they stopped to talk. Krystal and Jessica had to pretend to be friends still as well. The both pretended not to know how the other got hurt, and asked questions as if it was the first time of hearing of it. Soon the 2 groups made to head off in their different directions.

“Bye Krystal” Jessica said teasingly.

“Bye Je..” Krystal started to say, but the felt the weight of Jessica's cast heel come down on her already broken toes as she walked off...!