Amputee Fantasy Novels & Stories

“Look, um, have you seen any strange people around the bar recently?” “You are kidding me. This is a tittie bar, well, kind of. We get weird guys in here all the time. Look, you didn't… y'know?” “I didn't kill him, not even in his dreams. I was actually going to reattach, um, what I cut off, after the trial.”

girls my age were so shallow and insipid I could barely stand to talk to them (although truth be told, they could barely stand to talk to me either). I thought of my principal... but wasn't sure how to go about fucking her. There was the librarian at the local library. She wasn't pretty, but she had big tits and always wore a skirt and pantyhose. There was our next-door neighbour Mrs. Dieks, who was always sunbathing out back, never naked, but she was in my fantasies... and it seemed Dad had fucked her already... unless he was just fucking with Mr. Dieks.

Heat pooled between my thighs. God, he looked untouchable. Dangerous. Mine. I shut my eyes, and the fantasy slammed into me full-force. I was no longer in my room. I was Amara. His hand was wrapped around my throat, pressing me back against the wall. His breath scorched my ear, his voice low and commanding. His hips slammed into me, again and again, ruthless, merciless. “Professor…” The word escaped my lips like a prayer. My hand slid down, tugging my panties aside. I spread my legs wider, sinking two fingers inside my slick folds. A guttural moan left my throat as my back arched against the mattress. The wet sounds filled my room, obscene and desperate.

“Oh, ye-e-es. Sleepy-town life, can you dig it?” Wishing for another subject, anything, Richard watched as a pretty woman in a wheelchair was brought in by her handlers—a physically disabled young blonde, both of her legs amputated. She cradled what appeared to be a plush-toy panda on her lap in twisted hands. They trundled her down the aisle, locking her wheelchair into place next to a pew, and then left her there. “Yes siree, sleepy-town life,” Tommy persisted, crouching behind them. 2

Damien tutted, looking down at the bandaged stump where her left hand had been. The stump was painful and itchy, despite the painkillers, and she imagined she could feel her fingers twitching. Phantom limb syndrome the doctor had said. "My right hand," Belle muttered. 'Holy freaking shit.' "I cut off my fucking hand, Damien!" she cried. "I cut off my hand, isn't that enough?" Damien circled her bed and sat beside her. "It would have been enough." He picked up the white book, opened the pages and tore it in half. The pages flew out, covering her bed and the floor.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 � ��𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲.

Well sexual or nonsexual at the end of the day I was still kidnapped and strapped here against my will. My face paled as I thought about it more. Me acting like a toddler. My face morphed from an angry glare into a disgusting expression. I had to stop this at all costs. "Well, that doesn't make it any better and do not think I'm ignorant. I know what it means and I also know that with that kind of relationships consent is very important and right now nothing of that is happening here between us. I will not partake in your sick fantasy. I don't like it so get me out of here!" I was angry, no furious. First, they kidnap me, then they restrain me and to top it all they will force a kind of life

After what felt like a lifetime, we backed away from the operating table, someone coming in and helping us lift him onto a hospital bed and hooked up to blood and IV’s. “He should make it; the lucky son of a bitch.” The doctor shook his head, amazed at the shear dumb luck it seemed my mate possessed. His body was peppered with areas we had to cut off of him, making him look like a linen wrapped swiss cheese. I was in charge of wheeling him to a room, the doctor going off to tell Melody the somewhat good news. This man, Axel would live; but he would be an amputee from now on.

I growled and shoved him off of me, as he caught my arm. "Playing hard to get I see, I like playing games." he pulled at my arm again. Tightening his grip on my arm, his fingers digging into my arms. "Damn it let go." I growled again as I pulled my arm away again and he let me go this time, making me fall back against somebody, two hands steadied me on either side of my arms, a strange electric feeling went through my body. Everyone around us went silent. The sound of my glass shattering on the floor.

The real thing was beyond any fantasy I could've cooked up. I soon found myself gazing down at her. Her big breasts became hypnotic as they bounced around wildly. I had to remind myself that I wasn't dreaming. Natalie's body was jerking and writhing in pleasure for real, right in front of me. I grinned for a brief moment, praising myself for the confidence to make it all the way with a girl that had been torturing my fantasies for months. That moment quickly passed as I focused back on the splendid pleasure that very same girl was giving me.