Susan

How often had she asked herself this question: "Why did I go to that party, why did I listen to his smooth talk, why didn't I leave when I still had the chance?" But she had gone, she had listened to the nice looking boy who sat next to her and she hadn't left. And because of that terrible things had happened to her, were still happening.....

She had accepted the invitation of her friend Deirdre to come to her graduation party. The party had been quite dull and she had been on the verge of leaving early, when a boy sat down next to her and struck up a conversation. He asked if she knew the hostess, and got her to talk about her friendship with Deirdre. They had a pleasant time and at the end of the party he offered to bring her home. She had accepted and was awed when she saw his car: it was a brand new Mercedes. He was polite, gave her a peck on the cheek and asked her to go out with him. They dated a few times and soon they fell in love.

Susan was a very friendly, tall girl. She had beautiful blonde hair, a wide mass of curls and a nice body. She was a history teacher and taught in a small school in the West. She was mesmerised by her new boyfriend. Andrew was a very young man, from East European ancestry. He called himself a businessman, but Susan never saw him do business. His father was very rich and apparently gave his son as much money as he needed. The young couple led a life of luxury and after a few months Susan gave up her job. She had not really wanted to, but Andrew had insisted and finally she had given in.

Andrew could be very convincing and had the habit of starting to sulk whenever he didn't get what he wanted. This was, according to Susan, his only weak point. Without realising it, she always gave in when Andrew wanted something. But he was very generous and took Susan everywhere, all over the United States, often in his own private jet plane. She had a wonderful time, and loved Andrew very much. Soon she left her own little flat and went to live with Andrew in his enormous bungalow.

The first sign of things going the wrong way was the tattoo. Whenever Andrew had the chance he brought up the subject of Susan having a tattoo. Susan disliked the idea and had always refused to be tattooed. She thought it was vulgar and didn't like her body to be permanently marked. But Andrew kept nagging and one evening, when she had drunk a bit too much she had given in. As if he had known that she would relent, within an hour Andrew had a tattoo artist with his equipment come to his house. Susan had fallen asleep and woke up by the sound of the tattoo instrument and the sharp pricks of the needle. She tried to pull back, but Andrew held her firmly and after a while the tattoo artist was finished: Susan had on her shoulder the picture of a colourful butterfly. The ink was indelible, and she would never be able to get rid of it. Susan had awoken the next morning with a burning pain in her shoulder and had cried. She was very angry with Andrew: she had been drunk and he had forced her to go through with everything.

This had been the moment to run away, she knew now what sort of a person her boyfriend was, what he was capable of and at that moment the damage was minimal. But she had let him soothe her, promising it would never happen again and she had stayed...

He gave her lots of expensive presents and complimented her with her tattoo every time he saw her naked. When she found magazines with pictures of bigbreasted girls, casually thrown at the back seat of the car, she felt very disappointed. She couldn't believe that her boyfriend enjoyed that kind of thing and asked herself why he had been so careless as to leave the magazines in plain view for her to find. She soon found out what he was after. When she confronted him with the pornographic material he laughed and made nothing of it. He said that it was normal for a guy to read such magazines. She had asked if he was dissatisfied with her body: her breasts were the average size. He pretended to think her question over and then told her that she could use "a bit extra in the upper regions" and mentioned a friend who was a plastic surgeon who did fantastic jobs with silicones. Susan was horrified and had fled the room. Andrew came after her and acted as if he was very surprised. He stroked her hair, said nice words and finally she looked up. She had planned to leave him for good, but he used his smart tongue and against her better judgement, she stayed.. During the next month, their old life resumed and Susan almost forgot about the incident. But she was to be reminded of it in the worst possible way.

One evening after dinner she felt nauseous and told Andrew that she was going to bed early. As soon as her head hit the pillow she fell asleep. When she woke up she had a terrible headache and a very strange sensation in her chest. She opened her eyes and didn't recognise her surroundings. She appeared to be in a hospital, because everything around her was white. She started to panic, because she couldn't remember how she had come here. Had she had an accident? Was she ill? The last thing she remembered was going to bed in their own house. And now this strange pain in her chest, what had they done to her? She must have screamed, because a nurse ran into her room and tried to calm her. Susan lay back and closed her eyes. Everything went black and she slept again. The second time she woke up she had a clear mind. A nurse was standing next to her, feeling her pulse. When the nurse saw her eyes open, she said that she would call her boyfriend, he was in the room next to hers. Before Susan could say anything she had left and the next instant Andrew came in, carrying an enormous bunch of roses. He gave them to Susan and asked how she felt. Her mouth was very dry and she found it difficult to speak. She managed to croak: "What happened?" Andrew shifted in his chair and started to speak: "We're in the family's private clinic. Now don't get angry with me, okay? Remember the plastic surgeon I mentioned the other day, he offered to make your tits a bit larger. I know that you were opposed to it, so I took the liberty of deciding for you. I know that you can't make up your mind, so I decided to go ahead with it. Honey, they will be magnificent! That surgeon is the best!" Susan could not believe her ears. Was it really true, had Andrew taken her to the hospital, against her will and had they operated on her? She took a deep breath and pulled down the blanket that covered her breast. Where her modest breasts used to be, her night-gown now bulged with twin mountains. She gasped, tore away the gown that was fastened around her neck and looked at her bandaged front. She couldn't see her breasts, they were covered by bandages, but it was clear that they were now at least twice as big as they used to be. With trembling hands, she tried to cover her body again. Silently, she sank back into her pillow, pulled the blankets up and closed her eyes. Tears welled up from under her eyelids. Andrew stood next to the bed and looked at her, uncertain what to do. He stretched out his hand to touch hers, but she drew her hand away violently and ignored him. Andrew decided he'd better leave. In the following days Susan had to learn to face the fact that she now had enormous breasts. Every time she tried to sit up she felt their heavy weight pulling down. All day long she thought of how people would react when she would leave the hospital. She envisaged all the men looking lecherously at her, people turning their head when she walked past, women despising her or making fun of her. She pulled the blankets over her face and cried. Andrew came by regularly, but every time he showed his face, Susan shouted at the top of her lungs that he had to leave, so he retreated without a word. He had a nurse put enormous bunches of flowers in her room, but she told the staff that she didn't want them, so they were removed. After two weeks a doctor came to remove the bandages and now Susan was for the first time able to see clearly what had been done to her. She stood up and stepped into the bathroom. In front of the mirror she tore away her night-gown and looked at her body. She saw two enormous breasts, with equally big nipples. Her knees felt weak and she almost fell. The nurse, who stood behind her helped her to keep her balance. Slowly Susan turned to the left and to the right. The mounds of flesh (or should she say: silicones?) danced with every movement. Susan turned around completely and looked over her shoulder. She lifted her arms to gather her hair and saw her new breasts bulge out to the left and right of her slender back. Slowly she walked back to her bed and sat down, crying. The doctor gathered the used bandages and left the room. He knew perfectly well that the girl he had operated on had not consented, but Andrew had offered so much money that he very conveniently had forgotten his Hippocratic oath. Andrew had assured him that it was her secret wish to have very big breasts. This had soothed his conscience, but now he saw that she was obviously very unhappy with what had been done to her. He decided not to visit her anymore and went away to scrub in for a facelift operation. Soon he was completely engrossed in his work and had completely forgotten about the poor girl whom he had disfigured for life.

Andrew now resorted to notes, which he had a nurse bring to her. In the notes he apologised, told her how much he loved her and how beautiful she now was. He even had the guts to refer to her tattoo: she had accepted that too, hadn't she? He promised her all kinds of things, but she refused to see him. He also made it clear that Susan needn't try to complain to the staff about what had happened to her, the staff was well-paid and completely loyal to the Steltin family. They would also prevent her from leaving the clinic without Andrew's permission.

Susan's wounds had healed, the scars barely visible and she became used to the enormous weight of her new breasts. One of the nurses had bought her a new bra, her old one did not fit anymore. It was huge: when Susan saw her new bra for the first time, she sat with it in her lap and cried. But she needed support for her breasts, because having to carry their weight caused a permanent backache. She took a deep breath and fastened the bra in front of her, then turned it around so that the giant cups were on the front side. One by one she laid her enormous soft melons in the cups and adjusted the straps. Her breasts seemed even larger now that they were encased in the strong fabric of the bra. She felt the straps on her shoulders biting into her flesh, although they were broad and padded. Susan realised that from now on she would feel this pain every moment of the day. Susan reached for her T-shirt and pulled it over her head. There it became stuck: it was impossible to pull her T-shirt over her gigantic breasts. Slowly Susan pulled it over her head again and reached for her night-gown. She thought for a long time. She hated it to depend on someone who was affiliated with Andrew, she didn't want any favours. But she could hardly walk around in her night-gown for the rest of her life, so she called for the nurse and asked her to buy some new clothes. She asked for very large t-shirts and wide sweaters in order to mask the size of her new breasts. The nurse went away, but did not come back with the clothes she had asked for. Later that afternoon, Susan sat near the window reading a book. She had to hold the book at a considerable distance, because her vision was limited by her gigantic melons. There was a knock on the door and an elderly lady stepped into her room. For an instant, Susan wanted to turn around, or hide because she was very ashamed. She didn't want anyone to see her. But it was no use, the lady had already entered. She introduced herself, she was sent by a famous fashion house, to take measurements in order to supply Susan with a completely new wardrobe. She said nothing with regard to Susan's disproportionate measurements. Apparently she had been instructed in advance what to expect. Susan was puzzled and said that she just wanted some t-shirts and sweaters. She had her jeans (those still fitted) and didn't need anything else. The lady explained that she had no permission to issue that kind of clothes. She was to take Susan's measurements in order to fit her with a number of tailored dresses, that would show off her figure to the full advantage. Susan was allowed to state her preference with regard to fabric and colour. Susan sat down and sagged. So this was what Andrew had in mind for her. She was not allowed to hide or mask her enormous breasts. She was to wear tight dresses in which her bosom would seem even bigger. She started to cry. Mrs Brick appeared not to notice and took out a measuring tape. She pulled Susan to her feet and started to measure her body. Susan had no energy left and allowed the lady to do what she had come for. Mrs Brick hummed and made notes in a small book. When she had finished she urged Susan gently to sit down again and said that she wanted to know a few things more. What colour did Susan prefer? What fabric? And what was the size of her shoes? Susan wanted to shout at her, wanted to kick her, but she felt drained and answered the questions. She thought of telling the lady what had happened to her, to ask her to get the police but she had the feeling that it would be of no use. This lady was not going to help her. Mrs Brick closed her little book and stood up. She promised that Susan's new clothes would be ready in two days. She said goodbye and left the room.

Two days later Susan's clothes arrived. She opened the large box and put its contents out on the bed. There were three dresses, all made of velvet, silk underwear, two new bras and two pair of high heeled shoes. She was used to Andrew's generousness, and was not in the least impressed. If Andrew thought that he could make it up to her by giving her clothes she didn't want he was mistaken! What Susan didn't know: there were to hidden cameras in her room. In the adjacent room was a VCR that recorded every movement in her room and in her bathroom. Andrew had spent many hours watching the tapes. He sat hunched in his chair, watching everything Susan did, even the most intimate actions. He watched the swaying of her enormous breasts as Susan moved awkwardly, not used to the impairment of two soft mountains of flesh on her chest. He bit his lip whenever he saw her cry and asked himself again and again how he could win her back. Now he sat watching Susan while she unpacked her clothes. He hoped, against better judge-ment, that these expensive clothes would soften her heart. But Susan turned away from the clothes on her bed and sat down, dressed in her night-gown, with her book. Andrew beat with his fist on the television in frustration.

Almost against her will, Susan went back to the bed and picked up one of the dresses. The material it was made of felt wonderful to the touch and the colour was beautiful: a rich gold, which would match her hair beautifully. Susan hesitated and then dropped her night-gown on the floor: she had walked around in it for weeks now and she wanted desperately to wear something beautiful for a change. In the room next-door Andrew drew in his breath. There was Susan in all her glory, naked. He had his nose almost against the television set. Susan stretched her body and picked up a pair of silken panties. She bent forward to put them on and her big heavy breasts almost pulled her down. She had to grip the bed for support. Then she put on the enormous bra and wriggled the soft flesh until it felt reasonably comfortable. Next came the golden dress. Susan noticed that it was very narrow at the waist and very wide at the top. It must have been quite a challenge to make such a dress. But once she had pulled up the zipper at the back, she found out that the new dress fitted perfectly. She whirled around in front of the mirror and was astonished by the sight. People who would look at her would not see her beautiful dress, nor her golden hair or nice face. All attention would be drawn to her enormous tits, even more pronounced by her tightfitting dress. Susan was desperate. How could a man find such monstrous proportions attractive? These colossal swaying mountains of flesh did not belong to her, she found them vulgar and repulsive. No one would ever see her or approach her as a woman, as a person. People would only see those massive tits, which she ostensibly was very proud of, judged by the way she dressed. Susan cried and walked slowly back to her chair. She didn't know what to do and thought of the moment that she would have to face other people. She imagined the way they would look at her, their scorn, their lewd jokes and their disapproval. In the room next to hers, Andrew sat watching the monitor, moaning softly, while his swift moving hand pumped his erection.

The next day Andrew tried a different approach. Hiding behind a bunch of pink roses he came into the room, on his knees. He thought that the sight of this would soften Susan's heart, but this was not the case. Susan threw everything she could lay her hands on at him. A heavy glass, filled with water struck his forehead. It started to bleed profusely and Andrew retreated yelping. One of the nurses put four stitches in.

What does a spoiled little boy do when he doesn't get what he wants? He goes to his daddy. This was exactly what Andrew did. He got into his fast car and drove to his father's house. He was greeted by his father's two Dobermans. He followed them into the sittingroom, where his father sat watching television. After having used the remote control to switch off the television he approached his son and embraced him. The old S. was a self-made millionaire who had worked himself up from the gutters of Moscow. He had got rich through ruthless dealings in the Mafia. He had moved to America and had been trying to gain American citizenship ever since, but not succeeding although he had enormous influence and was backed by the best lawyers of the country. "What happened to your head?" he asked when he saw his son's bandaged head. His son started to cry and was led to the couch by his father. "Come on, tell me what is wrong, I'll help you, as I've always done" said his father. Andrew told the whole story and his father shook his head angrily. "How dares she! After all the things you did for her! Just leave it to me, son, I'll take care of it" he said angrily. Andrew looked at him and said: "But I don't want you to kill her! Please, promise me you will not do that! I still love her!" The father tried to persuade the son to let him handle things, which meant: kill the girl, but Andrew made his father swear not to kill her. "But she has to be punished," said S. "Look what she did to you, a member of the S. family. We cannot let this happen without severe punish-ment!" Andrew agreed, but repeated that he was still in love with her. S. consoled his son and told him not to worry. He would think of something and he promised his son not to kill the girl. In good spirits Andrew left his father's house, confident that he would find a solution.

That evening Susan was visited by one of SŐs lawyers who offered her a lot of money if she was to stay with Andrew. She spit in his face and told him that she would rather die than have anything more to do with Andrew. The lawyer reported to S. and they made another plan. Naturally, S. wanted foremost to kill the girl, and have her body disappear. But he had sworn to his son that he wouldn't do that.

That same night two male nurses entered Susan's room. While one held her tight, the other injected a heavy sedative into her arm. She cried once, and then went limp. She was vaguely aware of the men stripping her down and fondling one by one her enormous breasts. They put her on a trolley and made rude jokes about her while they moved her away to the operating theatre. It was three o'clock in the morning and it was very quiet. There was only one nurse attending, and the two only other patients were fast asleep. In the operation theatre everything was ready for a major operation. The anaesthetist was ready, the surgeon had on his gloves and the assistant hovered over the tray with shining, sterilised instruments. Susan was put on the operating table and the anaesthetist put a rubber cap on her nose. For a little while Susan tried to fight the effect of the gas, but to no avail. The surgeon adjusted the light over the poor naked girl, lying helpless on the operating table and asked for the knife....

After the operation Susan was wheeled back to her room. There she was put on a monitor and a nurse sat next to her to wait for the moment that she would recover from the anaesthetic.

For Susan, waking up was a far bigger nightmare than the last time: then she had not known what had happened to her. Now she immediately knew that something terrible had happened. She felt her heart beating very fast and bit on her lip to stifle a scream. What had they done to her? Obviously she had had another operation, but her body felt numb, she had no sensation at all. She had a terrible headache from the drugs that had been used to sedate her, and she was relieved to feel sleep washing over her again. The next time she woke up was in the middle of the night, the nurse at her bedside was sleeping, with her chin on her chest. Susan was very thirsty and tried to wake her up. She was unable to produce a sound and tried to clear her dry throat. She was too weak to move and tried again. A faint croaking sound was enough to wake the nurse. Susan was given a bit of water, but the nurse refused to talk to her. Exhausted, Susan fell asleep again. The periods that she was able to remain awake got longer and she started to get back the sensation in her body. Her left leg seemed to be on fire. She tried feebly to shift her leg in order to alleviate the pain, but her leg didn't respond to her commands. Suddenly she had a terrible premonition. With all her strength she removed the sheet from her legs. She saw that her left leg ended in a bandaged stump, twenty centimetres from her hip. Susan fell back into her pillows and lost consciousness. In the next five days she regained her strength. She ate her meals without thinking and sat in her bed, staring out of the window. She refused to talk to anyone and they left her alone.

On the sixth day, the same lawyer who had spoken to her a few days ago, sat by her bed when she awoke. Susan was still very weak, but was able to listen to the terrible things the man had to say. " First of all, don't get angry with me, alright? I'm just the messenger. I had nothing to do with what's been done to you. I'm very sorry, but I think you will get over it. The surgeon says that you are very strong." Susan looked at the man with such contempt that it made him shift uneasily in his chair. The man averted his eyes and looked at the papers in his lap. He continued: "The S. family decided that you had to be punished. They feel terribly insulted and first wanted to have you killed. But you owe your life to young Andrew: he absolutely forbade that you be killed. So they decided that you couldn't get away unpunished. They had surgery performed on you to teach you a lesson. With every step you make during the rest of your life you will be reminded of the things you did. Do you understand me so far?" Susan had sneered when she heard about Andrew's noble stand, but had remained silent since. "We will bring you to a small town in the West of the country and there you will stay. We will pay the rent and we will give you a small allowance. You will have to find a job to earn a living. Andrew will not know where you are and the two of you are never to see each other. We will keep an eye on you, you know that we can do that, don't you?" Susan nodded. She knew that Andrew's father employed a number of private investigators who were able to lay hands on whatever information they needed. They had "checked her out" when she first met Andrew. The family had wanted to know everything about her, especially that she was no police spy. They had dug up the most obscure information about her. "I don't need to warn you that you should never, never tell anyone what happened. Nobody will believe you and even if so, there is no proof. And you know the family owns the best lawyers in the country. We can win any lawsuit easily. And after that, there will be revenge, you know that! The family hurt you once and can easily hurt you twice." The lawyer looked smug. He knew that Susan was terrified and believed every word he said. He went on. "I'm almost finished. In a week or so, when you are strong enough, you will be given a pair of crutches. You can use them to walk around. Then they will measure the size of your stump and they will fit you with a pegleg. Now listen carefully: you are not allowed to use any other aid than those crutches or the pegleg. You will be watched and you are not allowed to use a wheel-chair, elbow crutches or a prosthetic leg. You wear the peg or nothing. People will try to convince you to wear a cosmetic leg but you will refuse. Is that clear?" Susan was frozen. During the last few days she had looked at what remained of her leg and had had visions of a beautiful, modern prosthesis. She had fantasised that as soon as she got away, she would get a leg like that and continue with her life. But now her hopes were shattered. They wanted to punish her and they knew exactly how to do that. But she also knew that she would obey... "We're almost there," said the lawyer. "One more thing: your clothes. You are forbidden to wear anything but a skirt or a dress. No jeans or trousers, never. Not even in the house. If they ever spot you wearing those you will be punished." The lawyer put away the papers in his bag and stood up. "Young lady, you have been very lucky! You have insulted some very powerful people and you might easily have been crushed. If only you had shown a little bit more consideration with young Andrew, nothing would have happened. But you paid the price of your stubbornness. I hope that you have learnt your lesson and advise you to stay low. Get on with the rest of your life and stick to the rules." Susan was unable to react. When he was almost at the door he turned round and said: "I almost forgot. I hope it is clear that you should not try to reverse the operation of your bosom. It was Andrew's gift to you, and we would very much object against it if you were to try to have it removed. Farewell." He closed the door softly and left Susan sitting in her bed. She looked down at the covers. There was only one foot that pushed them up at the foot-end. Her tears fell down and made two large spots on her night-gown where her enormous breasts jutted out. The next two weeks Susan learnt to walk with the aid of two wooden crutches which she had to put under her armpits. She put the ends of the crutches down in front of her and then swung her leg forward and put it down. With every step she felt the stump of her left leg swing gently under her night-gown. She even put on one of her new dresses and stood a long time in front of the mirror. She saw a pale girl with lots of blonde curls on crutches. The padded supports under her armpits pushed her enormous boobs even more in view. Between the two crutches only one leg was visible. There was no leg coming from under the left side of her dress. She turned around slowly and crutched to the chair. She longed to get away from this hospital, but every time she thought of going out she visualised the people who would stare at her. She would die of shame!

Her stump had healed well, and after two weeks the swelling had gone. An old man had measured its size and when she had been in the clinic for 18 days he came back with a cardboard box. In the box was her pegleg, the leg that she would have to wear for the rest of her life.

Some people might have lost all their hopes, all their energy when something as terrible as the things that happened to Susan happened to them. They might escape in a dark depression, from which they never would surface or they might consider committing suicide. Susan had thought of suicide, many times. What kind of future lay in store for her? A girl with ridiculously big breasts, with only one leg? People would stare at her, at her slow, ponderous way of walking in her tight dress with her large breasts swinging wildly from left to right. She would be so ashamed and of course no man would ever feel attracted to her. She would die a crippled, maimed spinster. It had probably been the smug, righteous approach of the lawyer that had made her clench her teeth and had caused her to get angry and resolved to get revenge. She decided not to take her own life, to survive and to show that they could not break her. It was in this spirit that Susan confronted the man with her new leg. She wanted to get used to it as soon as possible and then she wanted out, she wanted to get away from this terrible place, these terrible people. But her spirits were put to a severe test when she saw the object that the old man presented her with. It was a shining black wooden peg, about a meter in length. On one end there was a rubber tip, the other end was attached to a black leather bucket. The bucket had eyelets through which a shoestring was laced. The back end had a stiff lip, which protruded for about 5 centimetres. Its purpose was probably to limit the stride of the wearer: her buttock would arrest the movement, so that the wooden stick would not disappear behind the wearer. She had to put her stump into the bucket. The front had to be laced in, in order to fit. Susan swallowed. It was so ugly, and so big! How could she possibly walk with such a thing attached to her? The old man gave her a couple of white stockings, and told her always to wear one because her stump would be tender for a long time and would hurt if a blister or a wound would occur. Susan hesitated. Should she try it on in front of this man? The old man stood waiting patiently, so Susan decided to go ahead. She pulled up the hem of her night-gown, revealing her stump and pulled the white stocking over it. It fitted perfectly. The old man handed her the peg and she almost dropped it, it was so heavy. With awkward movements, hampered by her enormous breasts whose size restricted her sight, she pulled the leather shaft of the pegleg over her stump. When it wouldn't go any further she started to lace it tight. The wooden shaft of her pegleg stood out horizontally. At last she was finished and she was helped to stand up. Very carefully she put some weight on her wooden leg. Her stump hurt, but not as much as she had thought it would. Her weight was not put on the bottom part of her stump, but rather on the whole surface. She gathered her courage and tried a little step. She had to lift up the left part of her body in order to swing the pegleg around in an arc. She put the peg down and tried to take a step with her remaining leg. It was very difficult: she had to throw her weight forward and take care at the same time that she didn't stray to the right while all her weight rested on the rubber tip of the peg. She kept trying, watched by the old man and soon she got the hang of it. The wooden peg and her foot made alternating sounds: tack, thud, tack thud. During this first hour she developed the typical swaying walking gate of a pegleguser. It would always remain like that. The act of walking with a pegleg involved so many body movements, that her enormous breasts were shifting position constantly. She was aware of the effect this was going to have on everyone that watched. She realised that this was part of the punishment. When, finally, she sat down on the bed again, her peg sticking out in full view, the old man announced his departure. "One more thing," he said. "Ordinarily a peg like yours would have a knee joint. You can secure it in place when you are walking, you can unlock it when you sit down. That way it doesn't stick out the way it does now. But I was ordered not to make a knee joint. Instead I made a click-and turn mechanism at the top of your peg." He reached under Susan's dress, she heard a clicking sound and the man emerged with the wooden shaft of her pegleg in his hand. The leather bucket was still attached to her. "You can put this part under your chair", said the old man. Then people will not trip over your leg." Susan looked at the sudden flatness of her dress and was amazed of the cruel refinement of this punishment. Either her ugly artificial leg would be in full view or it would be clearly visible that she had no left leg. The old man handed her back the wooden shaft, but now Susan was presented with a real problem: she was not able to see the socket in which the wooden shaft had to be put. Her gigantic breasts made it impossible to see what she was doing. Feeling for the metal socket on the leather of the bucket, she was able to put the end of the peg in. She would need the help of a mirror to see how the thing worked.

In the next few days, Susan learned to walk with and without the aid of the crutches. She got accustomed to the fact that she needed her whole body and a lot of energy to perform the simple act of walking. She pulled the straps of her enormous bra as tight as possible in order to minimise the swaying, but it didn't help much. She would have to get used to the fact that her breasts were living a life of their own while she moved her body ponderously from one place to another. She forced herself to practice as long as possible, because there was only one glimmer of hope in her desperate situation: they had promised not to kill her and to set her free. She was not going to give them a reason to keep her longer than necessary. She learned the difficulties of walking with a pegleg: because she had no feeling, she had to watch out for possible snags all the time. The rubber tip could get caught in the carpet, it could slip on a wet floor, if she took too large a step the stiff leather lip at the back of her pegleg bit into her buttock. Many times she fell, often because she lost her balance. And, of course, she was not helped at all by the heavy weight of her enormous tits. Her body ached, her stump was sore, but she learned.

They kept their promise. After 82 days of imprisonment and two major operations they told her to pack her bags. Two burly men came into SusanŐs room and told her to come with them. Susan didn't have much to pack: she could leave her old clothes behind, because they didn't fit her anymore. So she put her two dresses (she wore one), some underwear and stumpsocks in a linen bag, took her crutches and put them under her armpits. There were no goodbyes. The staff were invisible as Susan crutched in the direction of the door that had been kept closed for her so long. One of the men held open the door for her while the other went to fetch the car. Passers-by saw a tall girl with a large bosom in a tight dress walking towards a car, one of her feet shod in a brown shoe, the other foot missing, a wooden shaft ending in a rubber tip in its place. They could hear the "thud" sound every time the wooden pegleg hit the street and saw her enormous breasts swaying in time with her effort to walk properly. They saw one of her compani-ons put her crutches in the trunk and, maybe, if they were bold enough to slow down, they saw the girl sitting down in the front seat of the car, her wooden peg sticking out sideways. She fumbled under her dress, unable to see what she was doing and retrieved the wooden peg from under her dress. She swung her remaining leg into the car, put the wooden peg in the back and closed the door.

They brought her to an airfield and accompanied her in the plane. They flew for a number of hours and when their plane had landed, the took her by rented car to a small town in the middle of the country. There they showed her her new house, a small, old house. They gave her the keys, told her that from now on she had a different name and that her boyfriend did not know where she lived. She shivered at the mentioning of that word. They repeated the rules one more time and indicated that they would return from time to time to check up on her. Then they left.

The next couple of days Susan spent exploring her little house. It was furnished, but everything was old or cheap. There were some supplies in the refrigerator, but she would have to leave the house soon to do some shopping. She dreaded that day, when she would have to expose herself to the neighbours. They would gape at her wooden leg, her swaying gait and her enormous breasts. She postponed leaving the house, until she was almost starving. When she had been in her new house for seven days she knew that she had to go outside, otherwise she would become too weak. So, on a sunny afternoon, she gathered all her courage and went out.

Susan managed to settle in the small community. At first she kept her head down whenever someone spoke to her, terribly ashamed about her appearance. But the people were kind and she soon dared to look at them. She found a job in the town library. She enjoyed working there, but hated the fact that in order to gain entrance to the library, one had to climb high marble stairs. Susan knew only one way to climb stairs: she had her hand on the banister and hopped one tread at the time with her sound leg. She had to trail her pegleg behind, the leather lip at the back biting in her buttock. She loved it when she had reached her workplace, that she could remove the wooden part of the peg and hide it behind her chair. People who came in would just see an ordinary girl in a dress, not a cripple. They would of course see her gigantic breasts, and boys in particular would snigger, but they wouldn't know that she had only one leg.

How does a human being recuperate after having been treated so brutally? We never really know. In Susan's case she watched television a lot, tried to make a real home of her little house by adding small things like a pretty vase with flowers. She had very little money and had to economise even on food. She seldomly ventured out of the house. After her work she quickly went home and locked the door. Every once in a while she saw a familiar face: someone sent by Andrew's father to keep an eye on her. In the first week she had found an envelope on her doormat. In it was an anonymous note. It reminded her of her obligations. She was not allowed to wear bulky clothes, her ample forms must be visible at all times, or jeans. She was to speak to no one about what happened to her. They would watch her and punish her immediately if she were to disobey.

Susan was terrified of Andrew's father and was resolved to do exactly as she was told.

Summer came and Susan decided to buy a bicycle. The trips to the library were very tiresome for her, and she would travel much faster if she had a bike. She had come upon the idea when she saw an elderly man rolling a bicycle out of a shed. Susan immediately noticed the fact that his right leg was missing and that he wore a pegleg just like hers. She stopped and stared. She was surprised to see someone else wearing an old fashioned pegleg. To her surprise she saw the man climbing on the bicycle and the ride away. She was stunned: how could a one-legged person ride a bicycle? Would she be able to do it? It would give her much more freedom of movement and she knew that she could afford a bike, if it was not too expensive a model. She was excited and thought about what to do next. When she got home from work she sat down to think. Soon she had a plan. The little town she now lived in had only one bicycle repairshop. She passed it every day on her way to the library. The owner was a friendly young man her age, who often greeted her cordially while standing in the doorway of his shop. He never stared at her swaying breasts as she passed or at her leg. She was almost sure that the old man she had seen must have had his bike altered at this shop to enable him to ride it. She would go to the shop and ask the young man to make her a special bike as well.

It took a lot of nerves for her to enter the shop that Saturday. She had made sure that she was the only customer and she proceeded to the back of the shop, where the owner was mending a child's bicycle. He stood up and faced his new customer. He had heard the "thud - tack" sound of her foot and peg on the floor. Susan blushed, looked at the floor and started to speak in a rush. The shopowner tried to hear what she said, but couldn't. So he interrupted her and asked if she wanted to sit down. Susan shot a quick glance at his friendly face, saw that he was looking at her in a neutral, natural way and lost some of her apprehension. "I came here to ask if you can make me a special bicycle, like you did for an old man I saw the other day. Can You?" She looked up anxiously and waited for his reply. The shopowner looked puzzled, but then his face brightened. "Oh, you mean mister Pendergast, the guy with the wooden leg, yes I remember! Is he still at it?" Susan nodded. "I saw him on his bike and I wondered if you could make one for me as well, because I have a ..." at this point she faltered. She had never spoken out loud about her handicap. But she continued: "I have a wooden leg also, as you can see."

The owner was very kind and understanding. He customised a second hand bicycle for Susan. The left footpedal was fixed in the lowest position. He welded a round metal cup on it to receive the rubber tip of Susan's peg. A craftily designed system of clogs enabled her to use only her right leg to propel herself forwards. Susan was delighted and was soon able to get up and off the bicycle by herself. Bicycling remained a tricky thing to do, because her left side was immobile. People stared at this blonde haired girl on the bicycle, her right leg pumping like mad. The wind would blow up her dress every once in a while and people would see one hard working leg and one immobile leather-covered stump.

Susan enjoyed her new freedom and her trips became longer and longer. Fortunately the accident happened in town, not somewhere else in a remote place. Susan didn't pay attention to an iron post and crashed into it with the fixed left pedal of her bike. The pedal broke, her pegleg snapped off at the joint and Susan fell hard. Susan had been out for a few seconds. When she was conscious again, she felt terribly ashamed. She was lying in the street, her bicycle behind her, heavily damaged and a few feet away lay the black wooden part of her peg leg. She knew that the click-on snap off mechanis-m must have given way. People were watching her and there was only one thing she wanted to do: get away, become invisible! She knew that she wasn't hurt badly, maybe her skin had some bruises, but definitely nothing broken. With the help of a bystander she stood up. Awkwardly she stood standing on her one remaining leg. She had never felt so ashamed. She remembered another time she had fallen with her bicycle, but at that time she had not been an invalid and had been able to jump quickly on her bike, make herself scarce. She had driven a few blocks before she took the time to examine the damage. She hurt all over but at least no one was watching her. She knew it was impossible to jump on her bike now, and she saw a rising number of specta-tors, watching her standing there on her one leg, hopping a little bit to maintain her balance. The man who had helped her stand up obviously didn't know what to do. At that moment the crowd parted and she recognised Peter, the owner of the bicycle shop. Peter quickly put her bicycle against a lamppost, picked up her peg and offered her his arm. That way, hopping while she leaned on Peter's arm she left the scene. It cost her a lot of energy to move in this fashion, and she cursed her large breasts because they jumped up and down like crazy while she hopped, but she felt relieved that she could escape the stares of the bystanders. Soon the crowd disappeared. Peter's shop was not far away and soon she was able to sit down at the back of his shop. She was exhausted and her body hurt all over. Peter turned the sign on the door, which indicated that the shop was closed and joined her. "I'm so glad you came to help me" Susan said. "How did you know I needed help?" "I saw it happen" answered Peter. "I saw you swaying and then you hit the post. It happens all the time you know. They should remove the thing. Are you hurt?" Susan told him that at the moment she hurt all over, but that she was sure that it was not serious. "I'm more concerned about...". She didn't know what word to use for her pegleg. She had never talked to anyone about it. She indicated it with a movement of her head. Peter was still holding her broken pegleg in his hand. Apparently Peter had forgotten all about it, because he seemed not to understand what she meant. Then suddenly he said: "Oh you mean this?" and he lifted her pegleg into the air. Susan blushed and nodded.

Peter examined the top part and said that he would probably be able to fix it. "Can I see the other part where it's supposed to fit in?" he asked. Susan blushed even more and didn't know what to do. She felt terribly ashamed, and thought frenetically what to do: lift her dress and show him the leather part that was fixed to her stump? He would be able to see her panties as well. Or should she quickly untie the laces and remove the leather bucket? But then he would be able to see her panties and her stump! Peter smiled at her and made the decision easy for her by offering to leave her alone for awhile. He walked away to the front and Susan quickly unlaced the leather shaft and pulled it from her stump. She had it in her hands when Peter returned and she handed it to him without looking. She was sure that this intimate leather object, that was not to be seen by any other person, still felt warm to the touch. "It may even smell of me," she thought miserably. She looked down and hid her face between the curtains of her hair. Warm tears stained the golden velvet that covered her enormous breasts. She now felt acutely how refined the punishment was that Andrew's father had devised for her. Here she was, in one room with an attractive young man, whom she liked very much and now she felt terribly humiliated. She couldn't exchange little jokes, she couldn't flirt. All she could do was sit there, feeling terribly embarrassed while the young man was studying the old-fashioned object that she had been forced to wear but needed so badly. Peter saw that she was crying and sat beside her. He stroked her hair and said soothing words, reassuring her that everything would be alright. Susan didn't hear a word of what he was saying. All she could think of was the small distance between his healthy, strong and hairy right leg and the stump of her left leg.

One thing led to the other. Peter was a real gentleman. He fixed her leg in the repairshop and left her alone to attach everything to her body again. She tried the click-on system and it worked perfectly. She felt a bit more relaxed now that she had regained her mobility and even said yes to his invitation to join him eating a pizza. It was delivered to them and they ate it in the backroom of the shop. Peter seemed completely relaxed and told all kinds of funny stories. Not once did he mention her handicap or the size of her breasts and Susan felt very grateful. He picked up her bicycle and brought her home with his old car, because her bicycle had to be repaired. When she was alone her mood constantly changed: now she had the familiar feeling of butterflies in her stomach then she told herself not to be a fool. How could a handsome boy like Peter ever feel attracted to a one-legged girl with preposterous big breasts? And even if he liked her: how could she enter into a relationship with Andrew's guards around? They would certainly report to Andrew's father and he was certain to punish her. She was not to have a relation with anybody else but Andrew! She had blown her chances and was to remain single for the rest of her life. Susan didn't sleep that night.

Matters were taken out of her hands. Peter stopped by the next day, with her bicycle that he had fixed and asked her to join him for a little ride. He had been so generous that she couldn't refuse. She hoped that no one was watching her, climbed awkwardly on her bike and together they drove off. It felt very good to be able to move in such an easy way. Her single leg turned the pedal round and she had no problem keeping up with Peter. Peter had a nice tenspeed racing bike, but he adjusted his speed to his companion. They talked about a lot of things and on several occasions Susan caught herself feeling elated.

But she knew it couldnŐt last.

Peter had the patience of a lion. He felt very much attracted to this strange handicapped girl. He knew that she had come to live in his town only recently and wondered about her history. Every time the conversation tended to go in that direction she clamped shut. Obviously she was terrified to talk about her past. Peter loved this strange girl with the enormous breasts and the strange old-fashioned artificial limb. Had she always had such big breasts? It was almost impossible, because she was very slim in other regions. How had she lost her leg? And why didn't she wear a modern cosmetic prosthesis? Peter knew that nowadays people could be fitted with very realistic looking limbs, with which they were able to walk a lot better than with a pegleg such as Susan's. Every time he saw her lumbering on her stiff pegleg he wanted to hug her and help her find a better prosthesis. But he knew that she didn't want to talk about it. He had once brought up the subject and she had put a finger on his lips, and begged him not to ask. She had looked so miserably then, that he had agreed. But he was determined to find the truth and decided that patience and kindness were the best way to act. His love for her became deeper and deeper and he dreamed of kissing her enormous breasts, and of burying his head between them. He also dreamed of holding the stump of her leg in his hand, caressing it and imagined how it would feel if she pushed it hard against his prick...

Maybe, if Susan had told everything, the terrible things that were about to happen wouldn't have occurred. But she hadn't. She had hoped that they would leave her alone and that she would be allowed to lead her own life. Her relationship with Peter was reported to Andrew's father, who decided that it was time to put an end to this story. He was afraid that Susan might tell her lover everything about his family. This might lead to an investigation by the police and he didn't fancy that. He ordered one of his hitmen to kill Susan....

The bell rang in Susan's little house and she made her way to the door. A deliveryvan stood in front of her house and a large box sat on her porch. From the corner of her eye she saw the van speeding away, which surprised her mildly. Most delivery services waited for the recipients to sign for a package. She bent over and picked up the parcel. It was quite heavy and she carried it to the table. She wondered whom it was from and looked for an address. She only found her own and started to unwrap the parcel. When she had removed the paper she tried to open the cardboard lid when suddenly she heard a loud ticking noise. Suddenly she realised what was in the box. There was only one thing that she could do. She lifted the box and carried it to the window. The tall windows reached from the ceiling till about 50 centimetres from the ground. Fortunately they were open to the fresh spring air. Maybe Susan would have made it in time, but the rubber tip of her pegleg snagged in the carpet and she started to fall when she was still two meters from the window. In a last effort she stretched her arms in the hope that the bomb would fall outside. The bomb exploded at the moment her body hit the floor, her outstretched arms over the windowsill. Her head and body were protected from the impact by the low wall under the window, but her hands and arms were ripped to shreds by the force of the explosion. There was glass everywhere and a big smoking crater just outside the window. Inside lay the still body of Susan, blood oozing from the remnants of her arms.

Susan would have bled to death if Peter hadn't saved her. He was just about to ring the bell when the door was forced open by the shock wave. He ran inside and saw his love lying motionless on the floor. His ears still ringing, he did what was best under the circumstances: he used pieces of electric cord as a tourniquet to stop the flow of blood and dialled the emergency number. The ambulance and fire department were already on their way and Susan was brought to the local hospital.

Against all odds, Susan survived the explosion. She had saved her own life by putting the box outside, the low wall had protected her head and body. In any other case she would have been blown to pieces. The bomb had been very strong. She lived, but her arms could not be saved. There was nothing for the surgeon to salvage. He had to remove the last shreds of dead flesh, and constructed two round stumps, ten centimetres below Susan's shoulders. The stumps were exactly the same in size. Susan was now a triple amputee.

It took a very long time for Susan to recover, but Peter visited her every day. The police had found it appropriate to declare her dead. This way, she would be protected against another attack and they could continue their investigation.

It was Peter's love that pulled her through. He helped her with everything, didn't make a fuss about anything and promised her that he would always love her, whatever her handicap. So Susan's wounds healed, she was able to sit up in bed but she needed help for everything. It made her crazy to have to ask help for even the simplest things. If she wanted a bit of water: she needed someone to put the glass to her lips. Even if she had an itch, someone had to scratch. She lost track of the number of times she had stretched out one of her pathetic short stumps to perform a minor task, discovering that she was helpless. One of the things she found most humiliating was that she had to be helped on the toilet. She felt terribly embarrassed when strange hands cleaned her body. The ritual of getting her clothed was another moment she hated. She closed her eyes while strange hands put her enormous breasts into her bra. She felt ashamed that people could see her maimed body and that she had to endure all this. Sometimes those insensitive hands did not fit her heavy breasts comfortably into the cups of her bra. She couldn't get herself to ask them to make her more comfortable. Instead she tried to shift the position of her big mammaries using the short stumps of her arms, but most of the time she didn't succeed. There was one person with whom she didn't feel so utterly ashamed: Peter. Peter had endless patience and knew exactly what she wanted. He offered to help her even with the intimate things and finally she consented. The first time she was in pain because the nurse had neglected her and she hadn't peed for five hours. She needed to go so badly that she accepted Peter's offer to help her, although this meant that he would be able to see her private parts. But she almost burst and could only think of one thing: relieving her full bladder. Peter pulled back the covers, gently pulled her panties down, put a urinal under her and finally she could let go. She averted her face while he kept her in balance. The stump of her left leg was in full view and she felt his hand around her shoulder touching her armstump. She cried while the golden stream of urine clattered into the urinal. She thought of how it could have been: Peter and her getting to know each other in normal circumstances, she with a whole body, able to flirt with him , able to make love to him and give him satisfaction. But here she was, maimed, a cripple for the rest of her life, not even capable of performing the basics. When she was finished Peter removed the urinal, used some tissue to gently clean her genitalia, pulled up her panties and made her comfortable again. She still averted his eyes and he had to call her twice before she looked up. "Don't be ashamed", he said. "I don't mind helping you, I love it. I love you." He pulled her face around until she was able to look into her eyes and gently kissed her. Susan began to cry harder.

Peter can convince Susan that he loves her but she can't believe it is really true. When she is being washed by a nurse she looks down at her maimed body and wonders how anyone could fall in love with an invalid like her. But Peter really is and he proves it every day. Finally Susan gives in and tells him the whole story. She knew of course who had been responsible for the bomb that almost killed her. Her only hope now was, that they would forget about her because they thought that she was dead. Peter was astonished and trembled with anger. He knew that he wouldn't stand a chance against the family, so he made no promises, but in his heart he resolved to make that miserable creature Andrew pay. Sooner or later he would pay for what he had done to his love. In the meantime the only sensible thing for him to do was to comfort Susan, to be there when she needed him, which was quite often: she was completely helpless. His bicycle shop was failing because he was seldom there. There was another problem: Susan did not dare to claim money from her old insurance company, because that might alert Andrew's family. If they knew that she was still alive they would certainly come after her to finish the job. There was no insurance in her new name. This meant that Peter had to pay Susan's hospital bills. He had been able to pay quite a sum, but he didn't have nearly enough to pay the all the expensive bills. Without telling Susan he sold his shop and used the proceeds to pay most of her bills.

Three weeks after Susan had been admitted she was visited by a representative of a firm specialised in prosthetics. He showed her the newest fashion in myoelectric artificial arms and went as far as to measure the size of SusanŐs armstumps. Peter heard about this and rang the number of the salesman. When he heard the prize of the artificial limbs he went pale. They were every expensive and he had no money left. He had barely enough to pay for Susan's last days in the hospital. When the salesman heard that there was no money he backed off immediately: they were no charitable organisation and he could do nothing without pay. Peter racked his brain and tossed all night, but he couldn't find a solution. So Susan's last day in hospital he told her about the money. "I'm terribly sorry, but I can't afford the money involved with the artificial arms you saw." he said. Susan leaned back and closed her eyes. Would it never end? The long and slow process of accepting her severe handicaps had only just started, she had spent hours of thinking how she would try to cope with her sophisticated artificial hands, and now this. She assured Peter that she didn't blame him and that she was grateful that he had paid the rest of her bills but she was on the verge of panic. "I can't live like this", she said and lifted her pathetic short armstumps. "I cannot even put on my pegleg! I can't walk, I can't do anything if I don't get artificial arms. I will be completely helpless all day, I can't bare it!". Susan started to cry and Peter could only hug her and wipe the tears off her face.

The hospital staff learned about the financial problems and decided to collect money amongst the nurses and doctors to help Susan. They were able to raise quite a lot of money, but it was not nearly enough to pay for the expensive modern prostheses. One of the older doctors had an idea: "Why don't we ask Jones, the old orthopaedic worker, to make her a pair of old fashioned hooks? I know they are ugly and completely outdated, but at least she will be able to perform a number of simple tasks with them." They all agreed that under the circumstances this was probably best. They talked about their plan with Susan and Peter and they agreed. Jones visited Susan to take her measures and he used his almost forgotten skills to make her a harness of leather straps that fitted around her upper body. Attached to the harness were two artificial arms, that ended in double hooks made of shiny steel. Susan would have to learn to operate the arms and hooks by flexing her shoulders. That way she could extend her arms and open and close the hooks.

It was Susan and Peter's last visit to the orthopaedic worker. Jones had been very kind and had done a very fast job. It had taken him only a day and a half to fix the artificial arms for Susan. She lumbered into his workshop. It was a sad sight to see a pretty young girl with huge breasts, the sleeves of her dress empty, a wooden leg sticking out under the hem. Jones asked her to undress and Peter helped her to remove the dress. She was sitting on a stool, shivering in her bra and panties, the crude contraption on her left leg clearly visible, the short stumps of her arms still red and tender. She looked on miserably while Jones affixed the harness to her upper body. He had to make some alterations to the leather straps, because they had to run free from her large bosom. Finally both artificial arms were in place and Jones Asked her to put on her dress again. Peter did everything for her, her new arms still hung limp along her side. Jones began instructing her in the use of her new arms and Susan did her best to follow his instructions.

It took Susan months learning to use her new arms. Often things she tried to manipulate with her hooks fell on the ground, sometimes she involuntary crushed them. In the beginning she could only do the simplest of jobs, but she learned quickly. Peter and Susan moved to another city and got married. The justice of the peace who married them didn't know what to do with the ring. Should he put it on one of the bride's hooks? Peter suggested a string around her neck and this was arranged.

Susan still wears my ring around her neck, on a golden chain. We have lived in the town of L. now for four years and we believe that there is no more threat of the family. I have a good job now and I've saved enough to pay for proper artificial limbs for Susan, but she refuses. She is accustomed to her old fashioned limbs and doesn't want to learn to use new ones. She accepts the fact that she will always be stared at. Her swaying gait, her enormous breasts and her steel hooks always draw attention. She feels miserable about that and often complains that nobody ever regards her as a person, they only see her handicaps. She is always glad to be home again, in our safe haven. I sit in my chair and I watch my wife. She sings while she is preparing our evening meal. Now and then she takes a tiny step. I see her hip rise and I see the rubber tip of her pegleg lift and come down with a soft thud. She does it without thinking and she is not aware of the tender feelings this awakens in me. It is astonishing to see how nimble she is with her steel hooks. Only rarely she has to ask for my help. She is able to perform even the most difficult tasks with her double hooks. She wants her sleeves always to be short, so they will not hamper her movements. I watch her preparing the meal and I am very much in love with her.

We have an evening ritual: we go to the bedroom and Susan undresses. She has no difficulty doing this and she walks to the bathroom naked. She feels no shame at all for me and I can't get enough of the sight. Her enormous breasts are free at last and swing wildly from left to right as she makes her way to the bathroom. The top of her left thigh emerges from the black leather bucket in which her stump rests. The wooden pegleg makes a small arch with every step it makes, and Susan lifts her left buttock and hip to get the peg off the ground. The leather lip at the back of the shaft around her stump bites in her soft flesh and has left a red mark. I will massage her later and put a little ointment on the tender spot. I see her deftly take the toothbrush between the steel hooks and brush her white, even teeth. She comes back to the bed and I'm ready to help. She has no problem removing her pegleg, she unfastens the strings in two seconds. She holds her pegleg between her two hooks and puts it on the floor against a chair. She removes the white stumpsock and uses her artificial arms to hold her large breasts while she hops the small distance to our bed on her one leg. I find the sight of the steel hooks on the soft, white flesh very erotic. My groin stirs. She turns around, sits on the edge of the bed and swings her leg on the bed. She wriggles back until she sits against the headboard. All the time I have watched her, and she knows it. She looks at me and suddenly one of her steel hooks grabs my half erect penis. I gasp as the cold metal touches the tender spot. But of course she doesn't hurt me. She knows exactly what force to apply. My cock grows instantly in its circle of steel. She smiles and releases me. Then it is time to undo the harness and to remove her arms. I unbuckle the straps and one by one I pull her arms from her stumps. I remove the white stumpsocks and caress her short arm-stumps. I see the red welds left behind by her bra and the straps of her harness and Slowly I kiss and massage everyone of them. Meanwhile her legstump is leading a life of its own and pushes insistently against my erect cock. But I don't give up. I caress every part of her beautiful, maimed body and need a lot of time for her magnificent breasts. She told me often that she couldn't believe that a man could feel attracted to such grotesque breasts but every time I reassured her that for me they were wonderful. This is one of the reasons she doesnŐt want to be operated on to reduce the size of her breasts. She says that it is her gift to me. The other reason is, that she already lost so much, she refuses to lose more. And, understandably, she is very afraid of operating theatres.

You may think that Susan is only capable of a minimum of movement, but this is completely untrue. Her short armstumps are almost completely useless, especially because her big breasts are constantly in the way, but she manages to use them in an extraordinary way. She has learnt to make maximum use of her one remaining limb when she is not wearing her hooks. She is capable of almost every movement. It takes her only a few seconds to sit upright or to get out of bed. It is amazing to see how well-developed the muscles in her back are. Not only does she lack the use of her arms, she also has the tremendous weight of her breasts to cope with. It gives me a warm feeling when I realise that she does not want her bosom to be made smaller because I am attracted by them. If she wants to go to the toilet she needs no help: she wriggles out of bed, stands up in one fluent motion and hops to the bathroom and back. She even flushes the pan afterwards by pulling the handle with her teeth. She quickly returns and is back beside me in no time, pushing her enormous breasts against me. (This is her way of caressing me: her arm-stumps aren't long enough to reach me). So our lovemaking is not a static activity! Susan wriggles and pushes and slides any direction she wants. If she wants to be on top I let her climb upon my outstretched body and when, finally she is sitting astride me, panting, I arrange a pillow under the stump of her leg, so that she is comforta-ble and then she deftly manoeuvres her body in order to get me inside. If my rigid member slides inside her she sighs and smiles in a heavenly fashion. She starts gyrating her lower body, her breasts swing in unison, and caresses the sides of her breasts with her short stumps. I touch every lovely part of her, trying to prevent coming too soon. I start with her lovely face, remove a few strands of hair that cling to her lips, massage her shoulders, move my hands to her armstumps and caress the perfectly round, smooth surface of the tips. Then my hands try to grasp her tits, but they are far too big to fit into my hands, so I want to bury my face in them and I gently pull her forward. Her eyes open in alarm: she is afraid to fall forward and she knows that she cannot break her fall. I hold her and lower her upper body gently on mine and bury my face in her bosom. Our lower bodies are still connected. We kiss passionately and I feel Susan writhing harder and harder to gain maximum pleasure. I can't hold it much longer and I lift Susan's head because I want to look into her eyes. I see that she is trying to reach my face and I reach out to her. Her stump now strokes my face and then she gets rigid for a single second, then she thrashes around, her stumps flailing and while she cries out loudly, she comes. With a few strokes I feel my semen rise as well and grunting I push my body hard against Susan's. We lie together, spent, and soon we fall asleep.

In the morning she nudges me with her nose: time to get up. I yawn, kiss my beautiful wife and follow her while she hops to the bathroom. In our extra large shower cabin I wash her lovely body and when we are ready towel her off. I fetch a clean pair of stumpsocks from the wardrobe. I put them on her lovely stumps, and put her harness around her upper body followed by her hooks. I see her open and close her hooks a few times and then she grabs her pegleg to put it on. She stands up and walks to the wardrobe to select a dress. Then my wife is ready to begin a new day. Albert Tall