Amputee Fantasy Novels & Stories

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

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 hugged her and took the bowl from her. “Hey, mama. How’s the leg?” Emery got her left leg amputated during the last pack attack. Surprisingly, my father got the faery doctor to craft one for her. “It’s a bit weird, but it's starting to feel more natural.” “That’s faery magic for you.”

she said with a soft half-smile and I felt the edges of my lips lift up, "and get rid of that damn black hole." It took me an entire hour to get ready. The shower had washed almost all of my makeup so I just took it all off and then reapplied it. Kate watched as I went through the painstaking process of concealing all my scars. The tears in her eyes would rise at certain moments but she tried her best to look away before I caught her. She wasn't very successful because I could feel the searing pity in her gaze every time she did. Once the makeup was done, I attached the robotic foot amputation that had been developed especially for me. It was capable of life-like movements and it allowed me

The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. I pictured him saying “louder” again while he fingered me in that candlelit room. I pictured him watching me come apart on his hand and still not giving me his cock. Not yet. The thought of being denied again pushed me over the edge. My thighs clamped around my wrist. My whole body seized, shaking so hard the water churned like a storm. I came with his name on my lips—Chris, not Father—muffled against my own arm so the neighbors wouldn’t hear.

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

“Please let me come.” Victor and Jade shared a look. “Not yet,” Victor said. They withdrew everything at once—the dildo with a wet slide, the plug eased out slowly until she felt achingly empty. Lila whimpered at the loss. Then they rearranged her. On her back again. Wrists released only to be rebound above her head. Ankles cuffed to a spreader bar that kept her legs wide and immobile. Jade straddled her face again, this time facing Victor.

He took slow steps towards the counter standing behind her. "And what do you suggest, Mr. Sanders? Are you a fan of fantasy?" Amara's voice carried a hint of curiosity, her eyes sparkling with interest. A nostalgic smile crept on the man’s face, his eyes twinkling. "Oh, indeed, my dear. Fantasy has been my constant companion throughout my years spent amidst these shelves of knowledge. There's simply nothing quite like the allure of a well-crafted tale, the intoxicating scent of old parchment, and the boundless worlds they conjure within our imaginations."

I praise Him most of all for turning the evil situation that had been hell pressed to do worse than just simply kill me, into a life made so full with happiness that I could never have asked for as much as He had given to me. In truth, my life had become a fantasy. A dream come true. Glancing back into my mate’s eyes, I could see that the same was true for him. I was well and truly his fantasy.

He reported and then gave me a document which I think is the results of the victims. I took it and opened it to look through it. I saw a familiar name and my eyes narrowed in contemplation, “Joseph Kim?” I tilt my head to look at the project Supervisor. He nodded, then his eyes turned red, “They said his leg will be amputated.” I closed my eyes in contemplation. My aura was so chilly and it was obvious I was in a really bad mood. Though no one died, three of them won't be able to work on the cure as one will have his leg amputated, another person’s left eye has a deep injury where we still don't know what was going on and the third person’s left wrist was cut off.