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Encounter - The Crip Club 07
Sunshine brings the best out of people and The Crip Club members felt
good as they arrived at the marina and beach under a blue sky and
scorching sun.
A collection of automatic transmission cars equipped with hand controls filled the disabled parking spaces as the last of the members arrived on their own.
Amanda clicked along the wooden boardwalk adjoining the car park on
her new shortened, aluminium elbow crutches. Her short right leg hanging from her white shorts and anchored in a lightweight white boot with a 12 inch raise.
The only sound she made was the creak of the crutches and the ker-lump of her boot making the ankle and leg shake and wobble at each step.
At about 5ft tall, Amanda was the shortest member of the club but she walked as fast as any, throwing the huge boot ahead of her and catching it up fast with her other foot.
Her gait was very ungainly but she had discarded her calliper years before
to maintain muscles in her leg to remain as active as possible as she
grew older.
But the marks of years of wearing her HKAFO still showed, especially
the deep indents where her below knee and above knee cuffs cut into
her. Amanda was determined to go swimming and wore her white and red
striped bikini top, ready for the water, her beach bag slung over her
shoulder.
Her breasts spilled over the edges of the bikini top, juddering each time she planted her large boot on the ground.
She arrived at the end of the boardwalk under the parasol of the cafe
to greet friends who were sunbathing and getting ready for the water.
Grace, her best friend for many years, was sitting in a deck chair,
her leg prostheses parked by the side together with her walking stick.
A DAK amputee, Grace worked with Amanda at the tax office and they
also preferred to spend their leisure time together as both were
single.
Grace's red hair was tied back in a scarf and her sunglasses hid the
sparkle in her eyes as her friend thudded near. They greeted with a
kiss, Amanda leaning over and down to kiss Grace on the lips, a sign
that their friendship was more sexual than most club members
suspected.
Amanda's kiss lasted a few seconds, long enough for me and Sheila,
sitting nearby, to watch as the booted right foot swayed off the ground. Amanda pulled up a chair next to Grace who passed her the suntan oil to rub into her.
We watched as Grace relaxed and Amanda poured the oil over her seven inch left stump and gently rubbed it in, spending more time on her inside thigh at the edge of the pink thong that passed for her bikini briefs.
Then it was the turn of her right side, not that there was any stump to oil. Grace was a hip disarticulate and her thong rose past her hip to show the amputation site badly scarred from crotch to mid hip, the line almost diagonal.
Excited by the two women, Sheila and I put a towel over our midriffs so we could use our hands to arouse each other out of sight. Sheila was wearing no body corset today and was slumped to the right, allowing the sun to get to her crippled body.
Her legs were also without their callipers and she was relying on me carrying her everywhere, a job I loved doing.
At the edge of the boards, leading down to the water's edge, a brown
haired woman was swinging through on under-arm crutches, her right six
inch leg stump swinging in time, the tight ball of flesh, girating all the way.
This was Polly, a new member of The Crip Club, on her first outing with members and she was clearly having fun with a man and woman already in the sea.
Polly let her crutches drop on the sand and hopped with large, confident strides into the sea, her stump shaking up and down, until she fell head first into the water shouting with laughter.
A man with one leg, his short right stump rigid, stood up from the shallow water to catch her and a woman sitting with the water up to her chest, splashed water at them both, using one arm.
Jane' left shoulder disarticulation came when cancer was discovered,
further disabling this bubbly 44-year-old whose right leg had been
crippled by polio as a child. But she enjoyed the fun in the sea as
much as any child, along with her husband Malcolm and Polly.
The three played for several minutes before Jane decided to come out
of the sea, making the several yards to the dry sand by using her right arm to pull and her left leg to push herself, crab-like to her towel.
She picked the towel up and dried her hair, laughing back at Polly and Malcolm's antics.
She dried her body, taking particular care to softly brush sand from her left shoulder, her fingers caressing the deep scar-line that could be seen from our position on the boardwalk.
Putting to the towel over her shoulders, Jane reached for her HKAFO,
inserting her leg through its ischial ring to fix her foot into a heavy black raised boot, before buckling up the countless straps into buckles along her scaffolded support.
Using a pole at the end of the walkway, she hauled herself up and set off, without a stick or crutch, to haul her right leg steel calliper along and sway her upper body, armless at the left, her breasts, held into a skimpy, red bikini top,
bouncing triumphantly each time her boot hit the wood.
Twenty yards later, Jane stopped, resting her bottom on a rail,
hauling her calliper straight to one side as an extra rigid support.
She was talking to the lovely Carolyn, the only amputee we could see
wearing her prosthesis. But she was soon removing it, letting the
suction go from the socket with its familiar sound to reveal her five
inch stump.
She laid her artificial leg next to her elbow crutches and, like Grace near her, asked Jane to oil her residual limb. Carolyn poured the oil onto Jane's only hand and raised her stump slightly to allow the massage to start. The day out at the beach looked as if it was a pleasure for everyone.
Encounter - The Crip Club 08
Life had been busy for Sheila and I meeting other people from The Crip
Club, thanks to Karen's introduction. So we decided to take some time
out for ourselves, bearing in mind the summer was hot.
But getting a tan was difficult for Sheila, as she had to wear her body corset to stay upright or to discard it and fall hopelessly to one side as our day out at the beach with The Crip Club had proved.
She preferred to look as "normal" as possible in public so had invested
in a new brace that did not enclose all her upper body. Instead, this brace had a steel and white leather padded lockable girdle that sat on her hips.
It was five inches wide, flayed and shaped over her hips and has inserts for the HKAFOs of her choice. Its six bright steel inch wide flat uprights that rose up her crippled body, two at the side, two at the front and two at the back until they joined a matching but narrower and shaped girdle under her arms.
An extension slot at the back of her neck was available to take a wide and dangerous-looking white leather and steel brace that could force her head backwards and take the support for her body from under her arms if she needed to.
This stretched her torso in the same way her enclosed body jackets would but allowed her to feel the air and warmth of the sun. We were stretched out on sunbeds in Sheila's back garden, fortunately not overlooked by any of her neighbours.
Sheila wore no callipers on her legs, allowing them to flop naturally, her tiny right club foot enjoying a rare outing in the air and sunlight.
Sheila and I were naked and I had carried her to the patio from the house and had parked her wheelchair nearby in case she needed to haul herself in to go indoors.
She had asked me to bring out her crutches and these I put next to the table together with her old brown leathered black steel callipers and their awkward boots.
Sheila lay on her back, getting slightly red on her normally hidden body that I had rubbed with lotion before she drew herself into the open brace.
She had secured the locks at the waist and around the top of her chest and was now bound rigid in its restraints and in the sunshine the steel uprights glistened above her body, freed at last from thermoplastic and re-inforced plastic and leather.
Her huge breasts heaved on her rising, bent and contorted chest, thrusting out between the front and side steel bars of her bondage.
Her nipples were enlarged and showed her arousal at my touch, my fingers
gently probing her crotch and feeling the dampness well up around her
clitoris.
I rose to kneel beside her and she grabbed my penis, already hard at her excitement and the glorious site of her enormous breasts, splayed out and hung between the bars.
I sat astride her new brace, Sheila squeezing and stretching my penis with both hands, pulling it mercilessly under her waist girdle.
I continued to play with her growing clitoris while she stuffed my penis between her lower abdomen and the steel and white leather covered
girdle until the end of my erection came out the other side, forcing me
to life on her encased body, my face now smothered by the soft and full
mounds of her breasts.
Sheila knew I loved to brace fuck her, my balls screwed up against the
girdle and the full length of my erection forced under it. My penis tip, red and glistening, was being stroked by Sheila and then forced sideways until it met a steel side bar where it joined the girdle.
With my inwards movement, she forced my penis end over the bar so it was
bent under the girdle but over the bar. She cupped her hand over the end, pressing it hard onto the steel until I came ecstatically, shooting over her hand, arm and braced body.
I lay on top of her steel casing, playing with her engorged nipples until she climaxed, my finger jolting inside her and her thin legs shivering with orgasm.
My penis, though climaxed, was trapped under the girdle and Sheila had
to undo the lock to free me. We lay side by side for a while, caressing each other, my attention being given to her club foot whose claw-like toes were bent in my hand, my lips tasting their saltiness. I sucked her big toe until Sheila responded.
She said it was time for me to harness her into her callipers. Her old
black steel ones with brown leathers were well worn but she knew I
found them erotic because they reminded me of the first ones I had
seen, worn by a lady working in a hairdresssers near my school.
She asked me to go into the house to fetch her stockings, suspender belt
and her strongest uplift bra, its white cups hard and padded, so they
created an amazing cleavage. Sheila was longing for us to make love and
she helped me put on her boots and callipers over her white stockings.
Before putting the calliper ends into the inserts of her girdle, I took
off her body corset so she could put on her bra, its strong shoulder
straps taking the weight of her breasts, the bra engineering to perfection to throw her mounds upwards and together, blocking her view of her braced legs and booted feet.
Sheila asked me to add her neck brace to the body brace, I did up the
five tiny buckles that held the neck pad together across her throat,
forcing her head back, erect and rigid.
It was the last stage of Sheila's bondage. She was now solid from the bottom of her boots to the top of her head.
She was standing facing the wooden patio table when she asked me to lean her forwards on her boot toes.
I held her straight braced body and carefully laid her at an angle
until she was bridged between her toes on the patio paving and her
hands on the table edge, gripping it for stability.
I pulled her boots apart to expose a gap between her ischial rings sufficient for me to stand between her legs and enter her from the rear.
The entrance to her vagina was perfect. I rocked back and forth,
holding onto the bars that ran up her chest, the cups of her bra poking
through the gaps and further forcing her breasts to take on a huge,
bulging shape.
Her breasts slapped against the bars and my hands as I gripped the steel harder with each thrust. Sheila came before I did, letting go of the table until she fell further towards it, stopping her fall with the chest girdle of her corset and sending her breasts in a huge wobble that sent them free from her bra.
We were hot and ready for a shower and we both knew that our desire for each other was still strong.
We were looking forward to our return visit at the weekend to the
custom made orthotist and shoe makers with The Crip Club to collect our
orders.
Encounter - The Crip Club 09
Sally was waiting for The Crip Club when we arrived at the ortho-shop.
Around the room were items for each member who had returned to see
what George had made for them in the two weeks since the first visit.
George was saying goodbye to a lady client who looked as if she was dressed more for the sun terrace than a shop in town. Wearing just a blue and white striped bikini, she picked up two new elbow crutches and stood, the right crutch longer than the other by over a foot.
Putting them onto her arms, she stood and took her weight on both feet, the right one many inches shorter then her left and so confined to a see-through boot with a delicate heel attached by a flat steel bar.
A HKAFO held in the short leg and boot to a similar see-through waist band where a lock clicked its prisoner into erect safety. But the woman’s right side was contorted. Scoliosis showed dramatically as her spine was bent many degrees.
So when she walked, swinging through her KAFO, the short right crutch keeping her hips level but her body pathetically bent over.
As she left, the six ladies were joined by Jane and Amanda who were intrigued by what they had heard. June had been urged on by her husband Malcolm who had remained at home. I was the only man on the trip, volunteering to drive the hired mini-bus while Bob manned the restaurant.
George walked in to meet us all again and I introduced Jane and Amanda
whom he took to another part of the room to discuss their needs.
Jane's polio-withered right leg was stretched tight in her old HKAFO
and she was soon looking at a new style that George showed her in a
catalogue.
As for her armless left side, George showed great interest because not many shoulder disarticulate women crossed his doorstep.
Amanda looked at Sally as she walked across with George, swinging on
her short under arm crutches, flinging her calliper-less massive right
boot ahead of her as she went.
Sally was wearing an interesting calliper device and was walking without lurching to down to her left to compensate for her withered and frail three inch diameter short leg.
Her useless foot was bent down dramatically, toes pointed directly at
the floor, rigidly inserted into a see-through plastic tube that was
shaped down to end in a white patent leather high heel, without the
shoe.
The whole effect was similar to a pegleg. There was a clear space between her toes and the ferrule and it was fixed by a multi- buckled and strapped white patent leather thigh cuff visible at the hem of her short skirt.
The white high heel and white thigh cuff were matched by a six inch patent leather pump on her delicate right foot. At each step her tiny foot remained motionless, firmly encased in its see-through pegleg, the tip of her peg heel striking the carpet with some force.
Clearly, Sally was modelling something that Amanda was fascinated with.
While George sat with Jane and Amanda, Sally stalked on her amazing
pegleg across to deliver the items measured for Rita, Anne, Dorothy,
Karen, June and my lovely Sheila. The women decided to go in turn to
try on their new purchases.
First was Rita's new peg leg with a waist harness in black leather over which was black pvc. As promised the socket and shaft were in shiny black metal, the inner socket soft in white leather and the shaft ended with a large black rubber ferrule.
Transferring from her wheelchair to a settee, Rita pulled off the pop- sock from her firm, stitch-scarred six inch stump and removed her short skirt to put the pegleg on, securing it with the glistening and buckling harness around her waist.
It fastened at her left side, inches above her HKAFO ischial ring that encompassed her thin polio left leg. Sally showed Rita that the pegleg's shaft was adjustable by means of a twist and lock mechanism and the ferrule could be removed to take a foot with a height adjustable heel to take a stiletto or pump of up to seven inches.
Sally fitted the foot and added a shiny, black, patent leather heel of six inches. Rita looked at it approvingly and waited for her new calliper with matching black patent leathers.
She unbuckled her old HKAFO and held her new calliper with pride. All
its leathers were black and the cuffs had shiny steel chrome surrounds, the calliper ends connecting to the other patent leather high heel.
Sally helped put her heel on her crippled foot, easing it in gently to make sure its bent shape fitted the moulded upper. Sally was sitting on the floor, her tiny leg and minute foot in its clear plastic peg-leg sticking out to one side, the tip of its high heel poking dangerously out for anyone to trip over.
Sheila and Karen helped Rita to stand, wobbling at first as she pulled
herself upright on high heels for the first time in her life. Still without her skirt, Rita stood unaided, her crippled left leg ending in its six inch heel alongside her right pegleg in its heel.
She took a pair of matching black underarm crutches and tried a couple of swing throughs and nearly fell into Sally's arms.
She said she needed more practice and wanted to leave wearing her new
calliper and heel but the felt the shoe on her pegleg should be taken
off. Sally obliged, removing the foot and heel and putting the ferrule
back on and changing the height of the pegleg to match her left heel.
This suited Rita better and she swung along along at her new height.
Anne was being helped by Sally next with her white extreme platforms,
with a heel height of 17 inches.
They had platforms of six inches and the extreme angle of the foot would have made walking by anyone with normal feet impossible. But Anne's crippled feet were so pliable they could bend almost 180 degrees and would be held into the shoes by a series of eight straps and buckles, all matching the patent white leather.
But it was the new calliper design that Anne was waiting to try on with her skyscraper heels. Sally passed her the new fixed knee HKAFOS.
They had no knee pad and the area between below-knee cuff and above
knee cuff had a see-through thermoplastic cover, filled around the limb with a soft clear rubber. This was held in with matching white leather straps and buckles.
Sally scrambled around on the floor to help Anne with her new bracing
but found her pegleg too awkward. So, taking just a few seconds, Sally, unbuckled her thigh cuff and drew off the pegleg device, making a sucking sound as the vacuum released her tiny foot from its trap.
She laid the pegleg top one side, propping it up so Amanda could see it and show George that she wanted one too.
Anne had her heels fixed onto the callipers and stood with Dorothy's help, leaning into new white underarm crutches. For the first time, she could not feel her knees push out far backweards, into her cuffs.
Now her knees were rigid, buckled inside the see-through cover.
Her standing position was more erect and she took a swing through along
the shop, her huge new shoes firm between her calliper uprights, her
callipers creaking with their newness. Soon, she would revert to her
sticks but she thought the crutches gave her a taller appearance.
It was Dorothy's turn next to make a fashion statement with incredible
disabilities. Her left leg was 24 inches short from heel to floor and her right leg was an eight inch stump.
George had worked on what was known as "Martha's shoe" - a white
leather and an orthopaedic boot with a 24 inch heel - a two inch
column, braced at half way up by a shiny steel crosspiece. Dorothy had
worn it at the last visit and knew one like it had been made for the woman in the framed photograph on the wall.
Now she had her own version to strap onto her tiny PFFD foot. But George had made her a calliper to ensure it was stable, after all it was the highest boot ever made.
It was no ordinary calliper because as well as its traditional side rods, it was made like a cage. It had a fixed knee and rods at the front of her leg and at the back, all ending in a broad, soft leather weight-bearing ring at her buttock.
There was no need for many cuffs or straps and buckles because the leg was drawn tight between weight- bearing ring and the laced thigh cuff below it down to the huge rigid boot.
The shiny steel side flat rods went into the bottom of the heels, through the stirrup mountings and the back rod descended into the back of the heel at the same point.
However, the front rod that went down the line of her thigh and past the front of her knee ended in a u- shape that went in a u-shape to either side of the top of her boot to her side rods.
Dorothy pulled the cage calliper over her tiny leg and seated her weight-bearing ring at her buttock before doing up the leg- embracing thigh cuff. But she needed Sheila's help to pull her tiny foot into the massive boot's padded interior and strap it in with six straps and buckles over the instep.
The four shiny steel flat uprights gleamed in the shop's bright lights and everyone else stopped what they were doing to admire it.
Dorothy took her first steps with under-arm crutches, her right stump flying loosely under the hem of her short red skirt. Her swing through was hesitant as she got used to the incredibly high boot clumping into the carpet to stabilise herself before taking one more step.
She kept swinging through while Sheila took charge of her body corset,
presented to her by Sally who still scrambled around on the floor. It was already wrapped up and Sheila promised a private trying on session
when we got home along with Karen who had looked inside her corset
package and grinned at the result.
For June, her body corset had been a work of art for George who had rarely had to deal with a polio cripple's 68HH breasts that occupied nearly all of her upper body.
It was a recreational body corset because she had no medical reason to
use it, unlike Sheila and Karen. But nevertheless, seeing that would a
sight many wanted to see.
Our visit had lasted two hours and Amanda and Jane had made their
selections under George's guidance.
It was agreed that the fashion parade would take place in two week's time after Amanda and Jane had been fitted with their new purchases and could join the others for a night out to remember.
Encounter - The Crip Club 10
Sheila had never told me about her "fling" with June but one night
after our trip to the ortho-shop she confessed it.
June's husband Paul had been very accepting and the two had stayed together. But Sheila said she still wanted to make love with June and they took most opportunities to be intimate with each other.
Tonight, Sheila had asked June to come over for a drink and she had
readily accepted, knowing that I would be there. June arrived in her own car, which rolled into the drive as I was getting things ready on the patio.
It had been a hot day and June had obviously been out in the sun and she was dressed for a warm evening on the patio as well. She opened the car door wide, swivelling on her seat pad as she extracted one, then the other, of her fixed knee HKAFOs.
I went across to her to collect her small overnight bag and was stunned to see the top of her body.
Straining to get out from under her key-hole, armless white shirt were her breasts encased in her new body corset which she was wearing for the first time since coming back from the ortho-shop.
I reached inside the back of the car to get her crutches, not only to be gallant but also to see down her incredibly long, bulging cleavage that thrusted out at her key-hole opening in her shirt.
The four inch wide piece of material that made up the rounded neck clearly hid something, but I couldn't make out what it was.
I passed the crutches to her and took the most advantageous position
to see her haul herself upwards to standing. Leaning forward to push
down on her crutches, June's breasts swayed inside her clothing and
corset and as she looked up at me, she smiled knowingly.
The view from where I stood was of the smiling face of a lovely blonde of 50, her tiny, terribly thin legs, which pivoted between her heavily-booted
callipers on the ground, ascending up under her tiny which mini skirt
that just covered her bottom and her ischial rings forced under her
buttocks.
From the keyhole opening below her neck her cleavage swung down,
seemingly touching her waist until she pushed herself to stand, the
whole effort thrusting her huge breasts outwards and upwards.
June swung through in her usual expert, easy way but this time there
was a difference. Instead of her huge chest being free to wobble in
her bra, it remained firm, harnessed in whatever was holding her torso
erect.
We went through the back gate, admiring, as I followed, June's emaciated bean-pole thin legs jolt between her calliper rods every time her boots hit the concrete.
Sheila was already outside, standing at the bottom of the garden, slung between her crutches, back to us and looking out over the field at the back.
She didn't hear us walk on the grass, even June's crutches and callipers were quiet, so June's arrival at the back of Sheila went quite unnoticed. Grinning at me,
June so quietly passed her crutches to me and stood completely still inches behind Sheila who was still entranced by the view, relaxed and seemingly in a dream.
Gently, June slid her hands under her arms in front of Sheila to touch her breasts, taking her completely by surprise. Sheila squealed and tried to turn to see who it was, but she was stopped by her new neck brace neatly attached to her new body corset.
June shouted "Got you, day dreamer" and tweaked her prominent nipples as Sheila struggled to stay balanced. The two women stood for just a moment swaying with laughter until June tried to be too adventurous by moving her hands down to Sheila's waist. Then it happened.
Just like two dominoes, they fell backwards. I rushed to grab June, breaking her fall with my arms and she landed on the lawn, on her side, her callipers stretched out at her side like girders.
I had managed to take Sheila's weight on my chest and she slipped down by
her side, my hand laying her down on the ground, the two of them shrieking with laughter like schoolgirls.
Thankfully, neither of them were hurt, shaken only and they spent a few moments convulsed with laughter. Lying on the grass, neither could stand, Sheila, rigid from high heels to neck and June from boots to hip and her massive breasts lurching inside her hidden corset.
Sheila rolled on her side, her braced neck and head at the side of June's protruding breasts.
With much help from me, pulling and lifting, we all managed to get June and Sheila seated on the padded patio bench. Sheila moved close to June and the two started to embrace and fondle each other.
Sheila put her left hand under June's mini skirt, directly to her vagina, easing her fingers into her wetness.
Then, quietly and carefully, Sheila used her right hand to undo the six buttons that went down June's top, two of them from just below the neck.
The stretched white shirt fell away from the amazing body corset that
contained her upper body. Sheila paused in shock as she saw her friend's purchase from George's ortho-shop. A recreational brace it certainly was and Sheila wanted to play.
It was made of see through plastic, its colour was light grey, giving the effect of a rigid body stocking. Her body was tightly pressed inside, making her flesh suck to its sides as if her skin was pressed next to glass.
The corset had light grey, beautifully-crafted gel- filled edges that stopped her skin being chafed.
It held her HKAFOS in a locking or unlocking position and enabled her
callipers to be separated and was shaped in a very sensuous way.
From above her hips in plunged down to her pubic bone and left a rounded
cut out shape above her vagina and rose again to her other side. The edge cut straight across the bottom of her back. But it was at the top of the corset where George had been at his most creative.
To take control of her massive 68HH breasts a hole had been cut out
from the thermo-plastic, its sides sculpted in the shape of an uplift
bra of huge proportions.
Each breast sat in its own scoop, her nipples exposed in small holes as the plastic rose up in circles to encompass the ends of her massive mammaries.
Underneath her cantilevered breasts, the plastic had set in it supporting shiny steel inserts, similar to ones made for Sheila's see-through corset and reminiscent of her flat calliper rods.
Her breasts stuck out over 12 inches directly from her chest and the corset showed how they started at a few inches above her belly button and were comfortably shaped inside the plastic to bulge and wobble into the scoops.
While polio had halted the growth of her legs and atrophied her
muscles mercilessly, June's great compensation was the size of her
bosom and how it occupied 80 per cent of her upper body. It was truly
awesome.
The corset edges rose around her cleavage to close in a three inch
band, crossed by a supporting shiny steel insert.
Her breasts were not only dramatically scooped out in front of her, obstructing any view she may ever have of her callipers and feet while wearing her corset, but they were held at an angle towards each other.
The corset had a full length shiny steel hinge running the full-length
of her left side and it was held by eight steel locks on her right.
Sheila's lips descended on June's nipples which had grown, engorged by
blood and lust for her lover, so they stuck out over an inch through
their plastic holes.
June, gripped Sheila's callipers at her thighs and pushed her left hand upwards and onwards and past her warm, wet and leathered ischial rings into her sex chasm, now dripping with juice.
Sheila's mouth sucked June's nipples and her tongue flayed her soft brown, sun-tanned flesh mounds until a final thrust of her hand brought June to orgasm.
Moments afterwards, the whole of Sheila's rigid upper body and head, held in her adjoined brace, leaned backwards as she too reached climax, both women gasping out loud.
For me, there was now the wonderful job of taking the clothes and
braces from Sheila and June, cleaning them and running a joint bath for
them to soap each other and me for the rest of the evening.
Encounter - The Crip Club 11
Jane' life as a polio had been simple - her withered right leg had been
contained and stretched in a HKAFO tailored with its uprights running
alongside the shape of her atrophied hip and leg, the steel bending
here and there in soft curves.
Her crippled upper body was restrained inside a body jacket and her HKAFO was joined to it and the joint weld-bolted to her rigid plastic and leather corset.
But at the age of 24, cancer accounted for her left arm, amputated at
the shoulder, leaving her to go through life without crutches to swing
her through.
Now one crutch under her right armpit was used occasionally, but she thought the sight of a polio, leg-hauling, arm disarticulate amputee pulling along on one crutch was too much of a disabled image for a young woman.
So she had decided to put aside her crutch and rely on a slow, dragging walk that marked her large orthopaedic boot.
Now aged 44, she had adapted to life well but was always looking for something to occupy the space left by her left arm and knew that no current technology would be of any use.
So her visit to see George at his ortho-shop and clinic opened her eyes
to interesting possibilities, not only for her left armless side but also for her crippled right leg and body.
During her day out, Jane had enjoyed the company of Amanda, who,
although ten years her senior, had a hidden but wicked sense of humour.
Now a few weeks after their visit and the collection of their othoses,
Jane had invited Amanda to her home for the day, to check over their
new looks. With them was Jane's husband Malcolm, who, at 48, was the
middle oldest of the trio.
Jane had met Malcolm at the limb centre during one her many fruitless
visits to get a myo-electric prosthesis for her missing arm. He had
been there for the last chance to fit a limb to his four inch right leg
stump.
This had failed and Jane had never seen him wearing aprosthesis. Malcolm, then a handsome 28 year-old, had swept her off herfeet, so to speak and a year later they had married and were now marking their 15th wedding anniversary with some different celebrations.
He had met Amanda at previous Crip Club meetings and had admitted to
Jane that he admired Amanda's sexy walk in her huge raised boot
compensating for the 12 inch discrepancy in the length of her right
leg, especially the way she flung the massive boot to one side ahead of
her as she gained ground.
Jane, Malcolm and Amanda and the rest of The Crip Club shared a common
love - of swapping sexual partners and the erotic love of disability, enjoying using their disability as an attribute and attracting the attention of people who admired them.
Jane had decided to satisfy Malcolm's desire of huge orthopaedic shoes
in her new purchase from George but so far she had not revealed what
she had bought.
Now, as Amanda arrived, Malcolm had an idea that the day was going to
be fun - and beyond his wildest dreams.
Crutching to the front door, he opened it to see Amanda, a picture of glowing health, wearing white shorts and t-shirt but not hanging on her so-familiar short under-arm crutches. despite being a step down, her eyes were almost level with his.
He looked down to take in Amanda's new look, staring at the absence of her huge boot, now replaced by the orthotic masterpiece from George.
Her minute right foot was bent down straight, toes pointed directly at the floor, rigidly inside into a almost see-through white plastic tube that was shaped down to end in a white patent leather high heel, without the shoe.
Her "pegleg" and heel raised her by ten inches and it was fixed by a multi-buckled and strapped white patent leather thigh cuff that ended just below her crotch.
On her right foot was a white, patent ten inch platform shoe, its tightly-drawn sling-back straps holding in her foot as she expertly walked up the step to kiss Malcolm on the cheek.
No big boot, thought Malcolm, but what a contraption to wear!!
To add to the new look, Amanda clicked and pegged her way through the
hall and her new uplift bra sent her breasts into a syncopated sway with each step. Malcolm followed, his keenness indicated by the rising erection in his shorts as he showed Amanda into the living room.
There, unknown to him, stood his wife and on seeing her, his jaw dropped – and his erection grew even harder. She wore no clothes but Jane's tanned
skin was encased in see-through plastic.
She was "dressed" in a body corset, hinged with six shiny, bright steel lockover devices at her right side, so her bent body was straightened, her breasts poking out of holes, dark pink nipples erect with excitement, jutting out over the edges of specially-crafted holders, just like an uplift bra would.
The plastic continued on her left side into a prosthetic arm that hung by
her side, small electrical circuits and delicately hidden wires descending from a steel box at her deeply scarred shoulder.
The fingers of her false hand were tipped in shiny steel like the rest of the
attachments on her plastic body. They slowly flexed in a gripping motion as she moved her shoulder blades.
She smiled as Amanda approached her and they kissed as Jane, using her new myo-electric appliance, gently touched her friend's rising nipple through her t- shirt.
Malcolm realised his wife was so much taller, like Amanda and had
employed the same trick. On her feet were footwear he had never seen
before.
Her polio-crippled right leg was supported by a new calliper of new white strapped and buckled leathers over steel cuffs, above and below knee, the outer bar inserted into a steel lug by her waist to give her locking rigidity when she wanted it.
But her right foot ended in a boot of such huge proportions that Malcolm, estimated it must have been 15 inches from the floor to her sole, even outsizing Amanda's old flop and fling boot.
Thankfully, thought Malcolm, the boot was a traditionally-made black leather monster just like his favourite fantasy. Jane's left foot wore a clear, see-through platform, its heel 15 inches high.
She stood there, getting admiring touches from Amanda, just wobbling slightly in her see-through attire, clearly needing more practice wearing her new "clothes."
Malcolm crutched to his wife's side and joined Amanda in the petting
session which aroused all three of them. Jane used her new arm and hand
to seize her husband's cock which slid from the side of his shorts,
over-running his short stump by four inches.
The touch of the steel fingers thrilled him and she grasped his full eight inches, strongly pulling him towards her.
Amanda followed Malcolm and shuffled forwards on her peg and high heel, her breasts spilling out over her bra so Malcolm could mouth her enlarged and erect nipples sticking through her t-shirt.
One by one they fell or lounged down onto the settee as they played, sucked, licked and groped each others callipers, heels, breasts and stump.
Although limited in its function, Jane's prosthetic arm and hand
brought her husband and then her friend to raging climaxes while she
lay back, her body fixed rigid and locked at the hip, to take Malcolm's
huge, engorged cock.
He came in at his right side, Jane and he enjoying the maximum
penetration his tiny femur stump allowed. His thrusting cock was forced
under one of the steel uprights of her calliper so he felt the coldness
of the steel crushing his hardness as he sat above Amanda whose mouth
enveloped his hard balls.
Amanda herself enjoyed three of Jane's fingers inside her and Malcolm freed his hands to hug the new boot that hung hopelessly at the end of Jane's calliper, riding the hard, new black leather like a saddle as he continued to thrust into his wife.
Encounter - The Crip Club 12
Despite her disabilities, Jane held down an important job in the tax
office and was well-liked by her colleagues. Liked particularly by a
young man called Alan who sat a desk behind her, a good position to
watch Jane struggle to get up and walk, heaving her huge HKAFO and
locking her body, toe to chest, rigid in her corset.
She had suspected Alan was an admirer, he kept his distance but she
often saw him looking at her intently, especially at her polio-withered
right leg, contorted and flaccid in its steel structure and the sheer
cut line of her left, deeply scarred shoulder.
Jane enjoyed the attention and smiled to herself on many occasions when
she teased him.
At lunchtimes, Alan often followed Jane out of the building as she lurched up the road to get a sandwich at John's Bar where she met her long-time friend and Crip Club member Rita.
Today was the same and she had a treat in store for her stalking
admirer. She had arranged to meet Rita who had been out shopping with
Dorothy, the Crip Club chairlady.
Sure enough, Alan was 20 feet behind Jane when she walked up the road to meet her two friends who were outside the bar, ready to see what Alan would do when he saw them.
Shoppers stared at the three crippled friends as they waited for Alan
to approach. His fantasy had suddenly multiplied by three as Jane, a
left shoulder disarticulate amputee and a heavy HKAFO on her right leg
stood with Dorothy and Rita.
Dorothy's right leg, amputated to a six inch stump, was sucked into a
prosthesis and her left leg, 24 inches shorter, was supported by her
new caged brace and massively raised white boot as she leaned on her
aluminium elbow crutches
Rita had her fixed knee HKAFO on her left leg and a pegleg on her left,
suctioned onto her six inch stump, jutting out in front of her in her
battery-powered wheelchair.
All three were dressed rather conservatively, bearing in mind their
predilection for outrageous, erotic dressing at The Crip Club.
All wore skirts above the knees and t-shirts or blouses. But, because she was
shopping in her wheelchair, Rita had adjusted her pegleg to wear seven
inch black patent pumps, one on her prosthetic foot at the end of her
black steel peg and the other lugged into the calliper, their heels
spiking out dangerously to anyone in her path.
Pretending to talk about nothing in particular, the women saw Alan stop
in his tracks and pretend to look in a shop window.
His glances counted two amputated legs, one amputated arm and three sparkling, shiny steel, leathered, buckled and strapped callipers among three
women on the pavement. He thought he had arrived in heaven.
Rita and Dorothy could hardly contain their humour as Jane hauled her
way down to the shop window where Alan was trying to hide. She had been
sent to ask him for a lunchtime drink and to meet some friends.
After a few moments, Jane returned with Alan who smiled nervously as he
was introduced to Dorothy and Rita. He knew nothing of their plan to
tease him and they expected to enjoy every moment themselves.
Rita asked Alan to wheel her into the bar, followed by Dorothy as Jane
went ahead to find a table, deliberately she found one that was awkward
to reach so they could show off their disabilities to full advantage.
The table was up two steps, forcing Rita to abandon the wheelchair and
force herself into a standing position. This she did with Dorothy and
Jane's help, using one arm on each side of her to pull her up so her
extreme heels pivoted on the carpeted floor before her soles took her
full erect weight.
Alan watched, dumbstruck, Jane on Rita's left, using her right arm to
support her and Dorothy, crutches on arms, on Rita's right. He parked
the wheelchair safely out of the way and took in the picture of a line-
up of callipers and prosthetics he had never seen before in his life.
He wanted to help Rita climb the two steps, something she had only ever
done in the privacy of her home when Crip Club members Sheila, Karen
and Polly had been there to see her new "outfit" bought from George's
ortho-shop and clinic.
But he was frozen to the spot and the women giggled quietly to
themselves as they went through their act, knowing that Alan was
getting the treat of his life - something that stimulated them as much
as it was obviously doing to him.
Facing the steps, Rita forced her left pegleg to one side to carefully
place her extreme heel tip on the step,leaning on Jane to make sure her
sole followed.
Safe in the knowledge that her left foot was safely up one step, she slowly arched her right HKAFO backwards and using Dorothy as a prop, swung it up to meet her other shoe. Standing for a moment, Rita hung onto Jane and Dorothy who followed her for the next hurdle.
First went Dorothy, who placed her right crutch on the step in unison with her prosthetic leg whose knee obligingly bent. Taking her weight on the now obediently locked knee, she hauled her massive boot to meet it.
The leather of the huge boot, its 24 inch heel cross-braced to take her weight at this height, and the callipers that caged it, creaked as she stood upright. Jane followed more nimble as the only one with a leg that was normal.
That left leg, wearing a six inch white heel on her pretty foot, bent at the knee so she could pull up her callipered right leg, dumping her raised white boot, compensating for her extreme heel, on the carpet.
On completion of the second step, the women stood for a while, turning
to see Alan, his eyes wide open and his crotch telling his excitement
of their routine. Snapping out of his dream, he went to the trio and,
asking finally Rita if he could help her the four steps to their table.
Rita let go of her friends and Alan guided her and supported her by
placing a hand under her arms. Taking tiny steps, leaning right then
left, Rita waddled to her chair. At each movement, Alan could feel the
sides of her bra move as they struggled to control her wobbling
breasts.
Rita stood at her chair, which had been pulled out by Jane and, leaning
back on Alan, she laid her bottom on the seat, her leg calliper and
pegleg resuming their position as rigid posts, sticking awkwardly
outwards black patent heels sparkling in the lights of the crowded bar.
Jane sat down next to Rita and Dorothy eased her crippled body onto her
seat, promptly lifting her caged calliper leg onto an empty chair next
to Alan.
His eyes almost popped out of his head as he took in the full view of
her white-leathered and steel calliper which went from the sole of her
huge boot to the soft leather weight-bearing ring at her buttock.
This was clearly visible as Dorothy had seated herself deliberately allowing
her short skirt to ride up her stump side, revealing the top of her
flesh coloured thermo-plastic prosthesis.
Her tiny PFFD leg was drawn tight between weight-bearing ring and the
laced thigh cuff below it down to the huge rigid boot.
The shiny steel side flat rods went into the bottom of the heels, through the stirrup mountings and the back rod descended into the back of the heel at the same point.
However, the front rod that went down the line of her thigh and past the front of her knee ended in a u-shape that went in a u-shape to either side of the top of her boot to her side rods.
Alan's view of the boot and caged calliper exacerbated the boot's
height, the lights caught the crosspiece from boot to heel as Dorothy
made herself more comfortable.
Her tiny, doll-like leg trembled in this flaccid state and Alan imagined how her even smaller foot was crushed into the minute, laced-up foot area of the outsized boot.
Deliberately, the women's plan had left two straps on the below-knee
cuff unbuckled and Dorothy asked Alan if he would do them up after she
had leaned forward with her left hand to reach them.
This move of her upper body pulled her little leg tight and the white
stocking-covered flesh jolted away from the back calliper against which
it had rested.
Alan watched it all and saw that, in her leaning forward, Dorothy's breasts spilled forward from her bra beneath her white t-shirt, bulging out of her ample cups into a hidden, cotton-clad cleavage.
Trembling, Alan reached for the two straps and awkwardly buckled them,
his hand slowly returning to his side via a fingertip tingling touch of
the 24 inch white leather heel of her huge boot.
The women secretly looked on, admiring their handiwork as the wet patch
by his crotch grew. Alan was now a trainee member of The Crip Club.
Encounter - The Crip Club – 13
Sheila and Karen were in the private room at the hotel waiting for The
Crip Club's newest and most eager recruit to arrive. Rita and Jane had
said they would be along later to "keep him company."
After all it was Jane who had discovered the young man and they wanted to have the benefit of what appeared to be his extremely well-endowed crotch.
Alan's application form said he was 29 and he had boldly ticked the
interests box as devotee and admirer. His particular interests were
heavy braces and soft flaccid polio legs. The women knew he would not
be disappointed with what that had planned.
And from what Rita, Jane and Dorothy had said, their lunchtime encounter, had showed his trousers contained a cock of considerable proportions. While awaiting his arrival, they chatted about enhancing their already considerable disabilities to attract admirers for sex.
They were not disappointed when Alan arrived, parking his MG sports car
outside and dashing in, wearing shorts and t-shirt, apologising to
Dorothy who was waiting for him in reception, hanging on a new pair of
ebony black under-arm crutches.
Dorothy crutched ahead of him to the room and introduced him to Sheila
and Karen.
All three women were without an ounce of calliper, steel and leather on them, Sheila's legs floppy in her wheelchair and Karen's right leg, wobbling loose and dangling nine inches from the floor as she crutched to shake his hand.
To keep up appearances, Sheila and Karen wore their back-straightening corsets, clearly obvious, jutting out under their clinging shirts.
Dorothy was on her right leg prosthesis only, leaving her PFFD left leg
to hang under her short skirt.
All made no secret of their desire to show off their breasts, using the most enhancing bras they had. And they had chosen the highest of their heels, Karen and Dorothy adjusting their crutches accordingly.
If Alan was disappointed not to see callipers, it didn't show. For a
new member of the select Crip Club, he wanted to make a good impression
and if Sheila, Karen and Dorothy had anything to do with it, he would
make a good impression on excited parts of their crippled bodies.
For the introductory session to The Crip Club, Alan sat on a settee
among a group of comfortable chairs, the women settling themselves
around him, waiting to see him show his appreciation.
After going to the lunchtime session, Rita had told him about The Crip Club and he had agreed to join, paying the five year membership fee of £1,000
immediately, so keen was he to enjoy sex with willing, crippled,
callipered, huge booted, large chested, stump-flaunting women.
Sheila parked her wheelchair and transferred herself to the settee next
to Alan who sat there, knowing that this show would be as good - and
probably better - than the last with Jane, Rita and Dorothy.
In the chair opposite, Karen placed herself, hitching up her short
skirt as she made herself comfortable, revealing the cuff marks set
deep into her crippled and thin right leg.
It wobbled uncontrollably without its steel surround, her bent and pink foot anchored in her white, ten inch platform heel.
Lastly, Dorothy sat on the arm of the chair next to Alan, ensuring her
dangling left little leg hung over the edge of the arm, teasing him as
she massaged it, at each stroke making the doll-like foot fling itself
from side to side, inches from his leg.
The heel of her white, seven inch pumps flicked enticingly near his crotch.
Alan agreed to the membership rules and signed the form, adding his
name to the outings planned for the summer, including one to the
Norfolk coast the following weekend.
Alan appeared uneasy as the women teased him. While Dorothy talked to
him about his reasons for joining The Crip Club, he admitted following
Jane for months soon after he started work at the tax office.
It was Jane's huge right HKAFO that fascinated him but he had never
plucked up the courage to tell her and he had longed to stroke the
steel and leather and her flaccid leg.
Looking around the trio, he saw grins appear and Sheila pulled herself
up to lean over the back of the settee, resting her polio knees on the
cushions. Her seven inch black patent pumps, each strapped into her
crippled feet by two ankle straps, poking upwards.
Her movement revealed her shapely buttocks because she was not wearing her usual thong and Alan's eyes were transfixed by the sight. Gradually she
pulled from their hiding place, a new pair of callipers.
Their uprights were two and a half inches wide, twice the width of her normal
braces and the steel was burnished bright.
The heavyweights had black leathers and buckles and ended in old fashioned, but newly madeorthopaedic boots.
They had eight inch heels and the six inch raised soles were linked by a steel plate. Her right boot had its laces passing through a four inch high ankle cuff.
She passed them to Alan before settling herself down on her back, asking him to take off her high heeled shoes and strap the right brace onto her naked leg. Karen and Dorothy moved closer to watch and take part, Dorothy already fingering her crotch from excitement and anticipation of what was to come.
Alan became more confident, faced with his dream come true, and gently
took Sheila's crippled left leg and fed it through the padded ischial ring to lay in flat, surrounded by the cuffs and their straps and buckles.
First he inserted her foot into the boot, lacing it up neatly, fondling, as he went, the stiff, polished black leather of the heavy boot.
The leg drew tight, stretched between heavy boot and ring at her buttock, enabling him to work his way up the leg, buckling straps and tying laces at the thigh cuff.
Sheila checked the work and guided Alan with the task of inserting the
calliper lug into her body corset locking joint. She pulled up her
skirt and realised this would not give good enough access for Alan.
So she took the skirt off, unzipping it at the side. Her corset was the
clear, see-through thermoplastic one that had so excited her and Mark
on its arrival at her home.
She then drew off her shirt to lie naked except for her corset and one calliper, he breasts pillowing out from the cut-outs at the top of the corset.
Alan's hands shook as he inserted the calliper into the corset, ensuring it was free for Sheila to bend.
On the way back down the leg, he caressed the broad shining steel and stiff, new-smelling leathers, his fingers lingering on the knee-pad.
Karen got on the floor, her cuff-scarred right leg bobbling to one side
with its white ten inch platform straying uselessly with it, her little, bent foot ruthlessly tied into the shoe by tight, tiny, skin pinching specially-made straps.
She settled into a position where she grasped the heel of the shoes and slowly bent her crippled leg, putting the tip of the heel into her obviously wet vagina entrance, rocking slowly forwards and backwards to pleasure herself.
Leaving her hands free, she went to Alan's crotch and slowly pulled out his huge, erect cock from the side of his shorts.
It required both of Karen's hands to clasp its massive, dark red stiffness and then put it into her waiting mouth, rocking back and forwards until she moaned with pleasure, the end of her ten inch heel having worked its pleasure on her clitoris.
Alan kept control as Sheila pulled herself away from the settee, using her previously hidden under-arm crutches to stand on her single right HKAFO.
Without her left HKAFO inserted into her corset, she leaned awkwardly with no support at the left side and she crutched slowly to one side of the room.
Standing naked, her see-through corset forcing her body into its upright position and forcing her billowing breasts upwards and outwards, her nipples erect, Sheila was ready to give Alan the satisfaction her wanted - and deserved.
He was instructed to take off his clothes, kneel at her calliper and,
from the front, push his ten inch cock through the wide, inside upright
bar so his engorged balls were squashed down on the new leather of her
huge boot.
Karen crutched alongside and sat on a chair at the side, her body erect
in her corset, pushing her left high heel on top of Alan's massive cock
so the enormous heel jabbed into his balls.
She rubbed her clitoris with her right hand, leaning down to use her left hand to grab the tip of Alan's pulsating cock, thrust fully out at the back of Sheila's
flaccid leg and wedged hard against the broad calliper's steel.
Alan, hanging on with great control, was about to move himself in and out of the calliper when Dorothy decided to join in the act, crutching over to sit in a chair opposite Karen.
There, she eased her six inch stump from the confines of the vacuum socket, the squeak of her escaping stump flesh on plastic making the women laugh.
She lay down the prosthetic and its strapped and buckled on seven inch heel,
instructing Alan to pick it up and present the glistening patent white
dagger of a heel up to the standing Sheila's waiting vagina so she
could ride its shaft to orgasm.
His other hand was given Dorothy's short left leg and accompanying heel
to caress while Dorothy, like Karen, rubbed herself to satisfaction.
Alan rocked to and fro, his cock seemingly insatiable as it thrust, backwards and forwards against the floppy leg on one side and the hardsteel on the other.
Pinned by Karen's spike and held by Karen's hand at his cock end, Alan came like a train, thundering into a tunnel, cumming into her hand.
The strength of his final movement toppled Sheila to the floor, her
crutches swaying until she fell to the carpet, her HKAFO still gripping
the still rigid cock, bringing Alan on top of her lower legs, leaving a
dark red mark on his scrotum where Karen's heel tip had dug in.
Karen had let go of Alan as Sheila fell and sat in her chair hooting
with laughter at the sight.
But Dorothy soon joined in the heap on the floor because Alan had
entangled his fingers in the straps around the heel encasing her tiny
PFFD foot.
He dragged the heel, stretching its foot and the tiny leg taught,
inevitably bringing Dorothy off her chair so she landed on her bottom,
her stump bouncing as she did so.
Now lying on her back, Sheila lay giggling and, thankfully unhurt, with
the masturbatory tool of Dorothy's seven inch heel shaft, on the sex
juice dampened and stained white elasticated stocking covered
prosthesis, the still inside her vagina.
It was one move the three women had not planned and the sight of Alan,
Sheila and Dorothy on the floor, with Karen sitting next to them,
greeted Jane and Rita and they hauled and wheeled into the room.
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