Beth

Story By Kendal

Illustration By Lily

Chapter 1

Bethany Lawrence was walking with her friend Kira out of the piercing parlor when the group of men stepped in front of them. They looked rather imposing, and were clearly intentionally blocking the two best friends from their car. Beth frowned, her defiant attitude building, "What are you looking at?" she asked, stepping closer with her arms out at her sides. It was then that the largest of the men stepped forward also, his large fist smashing into Beth's face and sending her sprawling to the ground, her glasses flying off her face to break in half on the pavement. Instinctively, she reached for the chain on her belt, trying to unclip it to use as a weapon, but the large man merely chuckled, slamming his foot down on her arm, a sickening series of crunches, pops and snaps erupting from her now shattered forearm, as he twisted his foot back and forth, purposely grinding her broken arm into the pavement. She screamed, looking up at her attacker, just before she felt something solid, almost like metal, slam into her back. The sudden pain drove the air from her lungs, and with that she blacked out.

Chapter 2

It seemed like only moments later when Beth awoke, the sounds of people moving around her jolting her to consciousness. "Twenty year old female...", "Attacked in downtown...", "She's coming around!" Beth blinked rapidly, unable to see everything with her blurred vision and suddenly wishing she hadnt lost her glasses. When a face leaned over her, that of a handsome paramedic, she smiled. "Miss? Miss can you hear me? What's your name?" She groaned, her head throbbing, "B...Bethany..." He nodded, "Bethany, can you move your toes for me?" It seemed like an odd request. It was then that Beth realized she was on a fast moving stretcher, being wheeled down a hallway with bright lights going by overhead. Looking down at her feet, she saw them bare. Strange, she had boots on before. her clothes were also dirty and torn. Her bare feet, which she had long considered her best feature, laid at the end of the stretcher, uncovered and exposed, several little silver toe rings spread across her tiny toes, the black nail polish on them chipped in several places. She loved her feet, even her big toes, which from this distance seemed just as small as the rest today. "Bethany, wiggle your toes for me" he repeated. Nodding a bit, she looked back down at her feet, trying to wiggle them as he had asked. That was odd, she thought. They didn't move. Not even a little bit. They always wiggled. She used to do it just on purpose, to get people to look at them. She would even wiggle her little toes unconsciously without thinking about it... and now, she couldnt seem to get them to move. It was that thought that she fell back to sleep to.

Beth awoke once more, again what seemed like only a few minutes. She glances around, realizing she was in a darkened hospital room. Groaning, she felt her body with her hands, finding herself fully intact, if naked beneath the thin hospital gown she wore. She noticed some pain in her left arm and looked down to see a thick black fiberglass cast there, covering her narrow arm from her elbow to the tips of her fingers, enclosing her thumb. As she was examining the cast, the door opened, and in walked a tall female doctor, who looked to be in her late twenties. "Hello, Beth, I'm Doctor Carstensen." She smiled and Beth instantly felt more at ease, asking softly, her voice slightly hoarse, "W...what happened?" Doctor Carstensen frowned now, glancing at her clipboard, "You and your friend were attacked downtown by some muggers...you were robbed and beaten quite severely." Beth closed her eyes, remembering now clearly. "Beth, you might have noticed the cast... your left arm was shattered quite severely... the bones in your forearm, wrist and hand were in dozens of pieces, and your thumb and fingers were snapped in several places as well." Beth gasped looking again at the cast. "We performed surgery and we think we've gotten everything back together, but you'll need that cast for a few months." Beth nodded, "When...when can I leave? To see Kira?" Doctor Carstensen sighed, moving to the foot of the bed and placing her clipboard down. She pulled away the sheet to reveal Beth's bare feet, which the injured girl quickly turned her eyes to once more. They were the same as she remembered, though pointed inward towards each other, her big toes almost touching. Her sexy little toes were still covered in the chipped black nail polish, still adorned with her numerous silver toe rings. "Beth, can you wiggle your toes for me?" Beth tried, but found once more that she couldnt. Doctor Carstensen sighed and shook her head. "Bethany... a baseball bat was used to strike you in the back repeatedly... your spinal cord was severed along every thoracic vertebrae. As Beth's eyes welled with tears, she continued, "You're a paraplegic Beth... you'll never walk again. You'll never be able to run or dance or wiggle these adorable sexy little toes..." She wrapped her slender fingers around the big toe of her right foot. "Can you feel this?" Biting her lower lip and sniffling back tears, Beth shook her head. "You can't feel anything from about your bellybutton down... and you never will again. I'm sorry..." With that, she turned and left the room, leaving Beth alone in the dark, with nothing but the sound of her own pitiful little sobs.

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Kira

Story By Kendal

Illustration By Lily

Chapter 1

Kira Mitchell nodded to herself, quite pleased. She walked confidently out of the small shop, a tiny converted house nestled between two larger buildings. She smiled, hands moving to her chest, cupping her breasts in her palms. She had done it. Finally done it. Her friend Beth walked beside her, glancing over with a knowing grin on her face, having been the one that had been talking her into this particular course of action for the last several weeks. "Hurt?", Beth asked. Kira groaned a bit, still holding her breasts and nodded, "A bit sore." She had just gotten her nipples pierced. While it was something she had wanted to do for a long time now, it had taken her best friend's insistance to get her to go through with it.

Kira was glad too. She had a date tonight, with a new girl she had met at the college she attended. In the library, no less. While studying for a psychology exam. While she was dreading the test, she was excited at the possibility that she had maybe finally met a girl that was a change from the usual losers she picked up. She knew her body wasnt perfect, but she was proud of it. Her legs were long and well toned, as was her stomach, firm and with extremely tight abs from her time on the varsity track team the previous year. Her breasts were small, but firm and well formed, and had always gotten compliments from men and women alike. Running a hand through her seafoam-blue hair, a dye job she was personally most proud of, she thought back on her day so far. She had gotten up that morning with the thoughts of her coming date already in her mind, taken a long, hot relaxing shower, and spent almost an hour masturbating to thoughts of Lily, the girl from the library. Gods, she was hot. After getting herself off to her own skilled fingers several times, she had taken the time she shave her pubic region completely smooth, leaving her bare and silken, just in case things escalated as she hoped they would.

As the two friends walked, they didnt notice the group of men standing in the darkened alleyway until they stepped out in front of them, blocking their path to their car. She was vaguely aware of Beth being knocked to the ground by the largest of the men, the others moving in a blur as they surrounded Kira, fists, feet and what felt like an aluminum baseball bat smashing into her athletic body. She attempted to scream, to beg them to stop, only to feel the bat smack into her thigh, the horrifying sound of an explosion bursting forth from her body, the stabbing pain as she dropped to her hands and knees. She knew her leg was shattered, and it was that thought that caused her world to go dark.

Chapter 2

Kira awoke with a frightened start to a blaringly bright room, her head ringing and her vision blurred. Hearing the faint beeping of machines all around her, her logical mind quickly grasped that she was in a hospital. The attack she had dreamed hadnt been a dream at all. Standing over her was a doctor, an older man with whitened hair and a soothingly friendly smile. Around her moved a nurse, doing various things she couldnt see. Trying to move her head, she found sharp pains shooting up her neck, gasping in agony and clenching her eyes shut. It was then that she realized she could only see from one, her other blocked by something on her face. Panicked now, Kira attempted to sit, only to be held down by an invisible force, a seemingly impossbly large weight pinning her down. Looking to the doctor, her pained gaze held all the questions she wanted to ask, her thin lips trembling fearfully. The doctor sighed and stepped closer. "I'm Doctor Marcus, Miss Mitchell... you're in Mercy General Hospital. You and your friend were attacked by a group of men... you sustained severe injuries." Kira's eye began to mist, a tear trickling down her cheek as she listened, remembering what had occurred. "They robbed you, and beat you both severely with baseball bats. I'm sorry, Miss Mitchel, but your injuries were severe enough that we had to rush you into surgery almost immediately. You've broken your right knee in six places, a full burst fracture, forcing us to replace the joint and place you in a brace." He pointed to the foot of the bed, and Kira glanced down to see her leg hanging suspended in traction, a series of wires and straps holding her leg in the air, a large brace encasing it from the ankle to her thigh, holding it rigid and straight. Her little exposed foot looked painfully small compared to it, her pink painted toenails sticking out, silver toe ring still on her middle toe. "You're other leg, I'm afraid, was worse... several severe impacts caused your femur to shattered, damaging the muscle as well. I'm sorry but we were forced to amputate your leg." Kira gasped, looking for her other leg, but seeing nothing. The nurse, trying to be helpful, pulled away the thin sheet covering her body, exposing her to her full view. Her little once athletic and toned body lay completely nude, save for the brace on her right leg, her left ending in a short stump just above her knee. Her nude form was covered in many bloodied bandages, and she saw now that the nurse was in fact changing them. "We also had to amputate your right arm for similar reasons, and we've placed your left in a cast, which it will need for several months, as nearly every bone in your arm and hand was crushed by several repeated blows." He seemed almost too clinical, as if he were reading a script, and looking at her body now, her casted arm resting just below her breasts across her tummy, Kira began to cry uncontrollably, heavy sobs wracking her ruined body. "Your neck was injured also, a fracture of the C2 vertebra... You might realize you cannot move or sit up... I'm sorry to say, Miss Mitchell, but due to the extent of this injury, you'll never walk again... or feel or move any part of your body from your chin down..."

Kira gasps, her sobs coming louder as she realized the doctor was right. Looking down at her body she tried her hardest to move, to will herself to sit, but found it impossible. Glancing at her little toes, she saw them twitch a bit, though more of a spasm, and sadly realized that this was the only movement she would ever make for the rest of her life.

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Story: Devon

By Kendal

Chapter 1

So, there was this girl... her name was Devon. Devon was 5'6" with incredibly tanned, toned legs that she was VERY proud of, always getting compliments on them, and always wearing shorts or skirts to show them off. Devon was a high school senior, and the year between graduation and college, she was supposed to be in Mexico partying with all of her friends... but unfortunately for Devon, her father, who owned a big software manufacturing plant in their city, was forcing her to spend her break working there for him. With shoulder-length golden blond hair, and bright ice blue eyes, Devon was what most people would consider perfect. Except when it came to following rules. For instance, the factory was a dangerous place, and there were specific rules on what you could and could not wear while inside. Devon scoffed at the notion of wearing boots, however, and despite conforming to every other rule, she refused to cover her feet up. Devon considered her feet and toes to be her absolute best feature, and she wore sandals to work even against her boss's instructions. "After all," she thought. "I work in the back, packing boxes, what's the worst that could happen?" Devon was about to find out...

Devon showed up to work this fateful morning in her brand new red Mercedes convertible, a present from her uber-rich father for graduating... bouncing happily from her car to the door of the factory, she greeted the security guy at the door, noticing happily to herself the way he always checked out her feet each morning, apparently willing to overlook her obvious dress code violation if it meant he'd get to sneak a peak at her feet. This morning, she was wearing a pair of light blue flip flops, her long tanned, perfectly formed toes painted a light shade of blue to match them, with ornate silver toe rings on all ten of her toes. Stopping to sign in, she wiggled them seductively, knowing the guard would be watching, but smiling to herself and heading in to the factory. The next few hours passed without incident, during which her co-workers invited her to have lunch with them in the open courtyard at the center of the industrial complex... Happily agreeing, Devon went to retrieve her belongings and then headed out into the main factory area, deciding to cut across the manufacturing floor to take a short cut to the courtyard...

As she walked across the manufacturing floor, Devon hummed a happy tune to herself, enjoying the flirtatious looks that all the men, and even some of the women, gave to her, especially to her sexy feet. Smiling happily, and apparently lost in her own little world, Devon never heard the screams of warning. It wasn't until she heard a noise above her that she glanced up, noticing that a heavy round cylinder, the same one used by the factory to press circuit boards and other thin little devices, had come loose and was falling towards her at an incredibly fast speed. Screaming, Devon attempted to jump out of the way, diving forward just as the large metal object smashed into the ground where she had been standing. Regaining her composure, Devon stood back up, sighing with relief as she noticed that she had just barely escaped with her life....

....if was then that the floor beneath her, made of quite possibly the cheapest concrete known to man, shattered and caused her to plummet through the floor, screaming once more. Then everything went black.

Chapter 2

Devon awoke with a start. She was in a barely lit room, surrounded by loud beeping noises and many machines. She noticed immediately that she was lying on her back, and quickly tried to stand. Finding herself unable to do so, she began to panic. A hand quickly came to rest on her arm, a calm voice explaining, "Don't try to do too much, Miss. You've been in a very serious accident." Looking at the source of the voice, Devon was quite upset to see that it came from a doctor, the lights to her room coming on to show her not only the doctor in the room, but also the current state of her body. Dressed in a standard hospital gown, Devon was shocked to see both of her legs suspended in the air in bright pink casts, extending from her ankles to her upper thighs, almost rubbing against her bikini line. Her feet were exposed, but encased in a series of metal rings and wires which seemed to run directly into her small, slender feet. Even her toes were splayed apart, tiny metal rods extending into them and wires holding them in place. Devon noted that her sexy blue nail polish was chipped a bit, but still there, and just trying to wiggle her toes caused her intense waves of agony. Crying a bit, Devon looked at the doctor, attempting to ask what had happened, only to discover that she could not speak. reaching up to her face, she found that her jaws were wired shut, similar metal rids running into her lower jaw and holding her mouth and teeth together. Sighing, the doctor looked at her sympathetically, explaining to the panic stricken teenager, "It'd be best if I explained what happened..."

Devon only cried harder as he began to explain. "You feel through the floor into the sub-basement of your father's factory and landed on a solid concrete floor, young lady. Unfortunately for you, you fell feet first, and your toes were pointing down as you did... your landed directly on them, causing all of your body weight to impact your toes at once. You basically shattered them to pieces... each toe is broken in about seventeen places, which is quite severe. In addition, you blew out both ankles, shattered all the bones in your feet, crushed both your knees, and snapped both your femurs in half..." Devon was shocked. Her beautiful, perfect feet and toes were ruined. She cried harder as the doctor continued, "Devon, not only will you never be able to walk again, but you'll have to wear these fixators for the next few years...you'll need them and then some form of braces for the rest of your life in order to hold your shattered bones together." Devon cried harder, her entire life feeling over, as she stared helplessly at her blue painted toes, shattered and pierced by the fixator rods. Weakly, she tried once more to wiggle them, praying that it was a dream, but her toes would not respond... Stabbing pains shot from her once adored toes as she sobbed more. Remembering her mouth, she motioned towards it, the doctor seeming to suddenly remember. "Oh, yes. You fell forward after the initial impact and smacked your face into the ground also. You jaw was shattered and we've had to use similar fixation to hold it together also. Expect that to last for at LEAST twelve months..." As he left the room, Devon broke down and cried...staring at her broken toes, suspended above her and unable to be moved in the slightest...

As she lay there sobbing, Devon was unaware of her door opening, a dark figure stepping into her hospital room, until a shy, female voice said, "Hi..." Looking up sadly, Devon was shocked to see her co-worker, Molly standing before her. She had secretly had a crush on Molly for months, since she had transferred from Accounts receivable to her department. Mumbling a sad greeting through her wired jaw, Devon patted a spot on the bed, motioning for her visitor to sit. Molly smiled, sitting down beside her, as she explained, "I heard about the accident. I came to see about you..." Molly explained that she knew what the doctors had said, but felt that she needed to tell Devon something...hoping it would cheer her up. She admitted that she, too, had had a crush on Devon for months, and that she had transferred to her department to be closer to her. She said that she had always found Devon’s feet and toes attractive, and assured Devon that she still thought so, even now. As Devon watched, tears of both sadness and happiness in her eyes, Molly moved to the end of the bed, smiling as she brought her lips to within inches of Devon's traction-confined toes, her tongue flickering out slowly to lick at the tips of them, causing Devon to gasp in sudden shock. Taking it as a good sign, Molly continued, her tongue and lips caressing Devon's toes one by one, running between them and licking them softly, causing the crippled teenager before her to gasp in pleasure and pain as the rods were moved ever so slightly. This continued for hours, Molly bringing Devon to orgasm several times with just her tongue on her toes, before she moved elsewhere... That night Devon drifted off to sleep in her hospital bed smiling despite the wired jaw, feeling safe in the arms of her new lover... and not seeming quite as depressed about her new crippled life.