Amputee Fantasy Novels & Stories

I hated myself for it, but the thoughts kept coming anyway, Jake pinning my wrists above my head, Tyler spreading my thighs wide while he watched, both of them telling me exactly how they were going to ruin me until I screamed. I’d come so hard to those fantasies that my thighs would tremble for ten minutes afterward, panties soaked straight through, and then I’d lie there feeling guilty and turned on all over again. I stood up fast, shaking my head like I could knock the images loose. No. I was not doing this. I was not about to spend a week in their apartment letting my brain turn into a porno. I yanked open my dresser drawers and started shoving clothes into my backpack, cotton panties, a

I've had this fantasy since I was nineteen years old. Not the polished version – not the softcore "oh wouldn't it be naughty" version you admit to over cocktails when someone asks your wildest fantasy. The real one. The one I play on the backs of my eyelids when my vibrator is on the highest setting and I'm chasing the orgasm that only this image delivers: me, naked, surrounded by men. Hands everywhere. Cocks everywhere. Being passed between them like something precious and filthy, the singular focus of four, five, six men who want nothing except to use my body until I can't remember my own name.

Making her look up at me while I slapped her face. “How do you like this filthy dick?” I muttered, quoting what I had said to her mother. “Your mom already knows how good it feels. No wonder your husband left, Cilia. You cannot even squeeze tight. But you will both squeeze for me.” The fantasy switched between them. Cilia on all fours in the backseat. Audrey bent over the hood somewhere dark. Both of them still spitting insults but their bodies giving in. I edged again, stopping my hand completely when the pressure got too much. My cock throbbed in my fist, begging for release. Pre-cum dripped down over my knuckles.

“I don’t want you to shut me down, Carter. I won’t feel any different about you if you cry in front of me or if you share your feelings with me. I didn’t walk into your life only to run away. I became your boyfriend so I could stay next to you and support you when you needed me.” I rubbed the back of Carter’s palm with my thumb, feeling his silence sting me. “I know you need time to learn how to love your body and how to embrace this change it went through, but do you have to do it alone? Do you have to push me away only because you think you look disgusting?” “I really look disgusting, Ryder.” “To me you don’t. Do you think people who have their legs or arms amputated are disgusting?” Carte

God knows I need it. --- It’s been hours since Liam and I started working out the raid, attempting to cover all the weaknesses. We have most of Ryker’s unit still in treatment for harsh burns. The treatment of burns is no simple process. The burnt skin must be cut away and removed, in order for the crystal to heal and restore the skin completely. The procedure is long and indescribably painful, the burn victim’s screams have been filling the camp ever since we came back and I can feel my own resolve weaning. This raid has been anything but smooth but that cave of hydra cannot be left unchecked.

John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds before everything went South for them. "Gary... I know you are frightened but please for your sake and the rest of us do not do anything stupid." John said trying to manage the whole situation and it was too late, the long claws of a beastly creature had slized through someone's flesh. The creature was huge with animalistic features of a wolf it's eyes a shiny red that was visible through the dark. It stood tall with the upper half of it's body widely intimidating and they all looked like ants before him. Their eyes went slowly to look at Ga

She had witnessed the miraculous effect of Charlie’s pill which could allow a martial artist to cross a realm that could not be crossed for decades. After witnessing this kind of magic, she was extremely shocked by the regeneration of an amputated limb, but she would not question its authenticity. After confirming that all of this was reality, Yashita was so excited that she could not say anything else. She looked at her right hand and murmured, “I never thought that there would be a day when I would recover again, from the day I lost my arm...” Rosalie held her mother’s right hand and sobbed as she said, “Mom, didn’t you ask me what was the wish that I made for my birthday? This is my wish.

Lyra’s POV "Yes, I'm sorry to say this but her right leg isn't functioning right now. I don't think she'd be able to walk again. We have to amputate it so it won't affect her other leg and go through her system. It's dangerous if it does. She might become paralysed completely." What? My heart froze. Amputation? Paralysed? My ears buzzed as if bees were trapped inside them. My mind screamed that they weren’t talking about me, that it was someone else, but fear slithered down my spine.

“Didn't your friend tell you? They were trying to amputate your leg saying it was infected. Your friend went there and saved you. You would have been a one leg Missy now.” My whole body went cold. I didn’t understand. I didn’t remember either. Why would anyone want to do that to me? The walls seemed to tilt around me, and fear coiled tight in my stomach. I hit my head continuously, I was hearing voices in my head. Amputate her leg!! Amputate her leg!! “I… I don’t understand,” I stammered, my eyes shot tightly. “Why would you want to do that to me? Why would anyone…?”