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Part 2: Role Reversal
Chapter 1: Office Observations
Paul leant in the doorway of the second floor kitchen,
with a can of coke in his hand. He came to the kitchen more often that
he really needed to, just so he could lean here and soak in the view,
enjoy the bright sunlight.
At her desk, Jo saw the shadow fall across the doorway. She'd seen Paul
pass on his way to the kitchen a few minutes earlier, and heard the clunk
of the coke machine. She was sure he was the only one that drank that
stuff! She had always had something of a soft spot for Paul, and had even
snogged him once at a company night out, in a dark corner at the back
of the pub. She would have been up for a little more, but he'd never asked
and she always let men make the first move. A little encouragement perhaps...
From his vantage point, he could see her but she could not see him. He
was enjoying her pale legs, crossed under the desk. Her blue skirt covered
most of her thigh, but a tantalising glimpse was visible where there was
a small slit up the side. Her knees gave way to gracefully curved calves
and slender ankles. As he watched, she kicked one shoe off. The shoes
had a sort of wedge shaped sole, and a single band of black leather covered
most of the foot leaving only the toes exposed. Without the shoe, the
contrast between her purple nail polish and the creamy flesh of her foot
was even more marked.
Jo playfully kicked the second shoe off, and started rubbing her feet
together. She kept her feet pointed, almost parallel to her legs, as she
slid them back and forth over each other. After a few seconds, she slowly
and deliberately re-crossed her legs, enjoying the feel of the warm summer
breeze on her long legs. Finally she slipped her shoes back on...
Paul took a final swig from his coke and decided it was time to go back
to his desk, before the bulge in his trousers got too obvious. Many times
he'd admired Jo's feet, and as many times he'd considered asking her out.
He'd always bottled it before, but today the warmth of the summer breeze,
the golden sunlight and that purple polish were conspiring to intoxicate
him. Without realising what he was doing, he stuck his head into Jo's
office as he passed.
"Hey Paul, how's things?"
"Great, look, I, uh, was wondering, uh...", he ran out of steam.
Jo leaned back in her chair and ran her fingers back through her hair.
She cocked her head to one side.
"Would you consider going out with me, Friday maybe?", he blurted
out, turning bright red as he did so.
Jo smiled at him, and as she did so her mind raced. This was what she'd
been waiting for, not desperately or even keenly, but nonetheless it was
an opportunity. It could be so much more too...
"I'd consider it... In fact I just have. Yes, that would be wonderful!"
"Cool, I mean, great. Maybe I could pick you up at 7?"
"Maybe you should just come over to my place. I have a flat on the
ground floor, so if the weather holds out until then we could have a BBQ..."
"That sounds perfect. Is that the flat you had the party in a few
"Yeah, that was when I moved in."
"OK, so I know where it is. 7 on Friday, I can't wait!"
Paul ambled off in the direction of his office, and Jo leant back in her
chair once more, this time putting her feet up on the desk. She contemplated
the possibilities this presented. Ever since her adventure with Lucy in
Brighton, she'd wanted to get 'casted' herself, but not quite got round
to it. It was strange, Lucy was normally shy but had become quite outgoing
in her cast. Jo felt the opposite. She was normally the centre of attention,
the man-eater, the tease, but the thought of the cast made her feel shy
and cautious. So much so that she didn't want Lucy to be there, because
she didn't want to feel pressured into doing all the things Lucy had done.
"Dammit", Jo muttered to herself. "I'm not comitted until
I ask him so this can't do any harm".
Decision made, Jo admired her legs as she tucked them neatly under the
desk once more and turned to her computer. After looking over her shoulder
she typed a URL Lucy had given her, and started composing her order in
Chapter 2: Friday Feelings
Jo punched the button on the top of the alarm clock. Hard. And again.
The piercing ring chose to ignore her efforts though, and as slowly she
regained consciousness she realised that it wasnt her alarm clock,
it was her doorbell that was ringing. She stumbled along the hall, pulling
on a rich blue silk dressing gown as she went. She opened the door and
was immediately dazzled by the sunlight. The postman turned to look at
I was just about to give up on you luv, he said grinning,
you must be a pretty sound sleeper!.
Yeah, thats for sure.
Jo took the long parcel from him, anonymous in it brown cardboard wrapping,
covered in brown parcel tape. You need a signature?, only Im
not sure Im up to writing yet!.
Jo managed to sign the form, and went back through to her bedroom with
the parcel. As she sat on the bed, she looked at herself in the mirror.
Not bad babe, she thought, although the hair could stand some work. She
set to work opening the box. The first thing she pulled out, once the
tape yielded to her efforts, was a pair of elbow crutches. She set them
carefully on the bed beside her, and reached into the bottom of the long
container. The next items to come out was a large rubber plate with pieces
of Velcro and canvass attached, and a label on the underside Cast
Shoe, Large, wipe clean only. The final item was a smaller box that
was just closed over, and opened easily. Inside were several white rolls
with paper wrappers, several bulky plastic packages, a pair of rubber
gloves and a length of stockinet. She looked at the plastic packages with
interest. They were much bulkier than the rolls of plaster she had applied
to Lucy a few weeks before, and rather than feeling dry, they felt all
moist and squishy inside. She returned the contents of the smaller box
to its safety, and placed it under the bed, followed by the crutches.
The warm water picked up the scent of her shower gel as it flowed over
her shoulders and down her breasts, and as she washed she wondered if
she would follow through with her plan. The thought of being in a cast
excited her, and suddenly she realised that she really, really wanted
to try out the crutches. She rinsed herself hastily, and donned a white
terry robe. Her dark hair hung wetly down her back, but instead of picking
up the hair drier she went back into her bedroom and retrieved the crutches.
She adjusted them carefully, so the handles and arm clips were at the
right height. Bending her left knee so her calf was horizontal, she gingerly
set off across the bedroom floor. After a few minutes she had mastered
the action, and placing her left foot firmly on the ground alongside its
sibling, she propped the crutches in the corner and threw her robe on
the bed. From her bedside cabinet she took a length of tubigrip elastic
bandage, and slipped it over her toes. Enjoying the warmth and tightness
of the material against her skin, she slowly pulled it up until it reached
the middle of her thigh, and only her toes were exposed at the other end.
She took up the crutches once more, and crutched across the room. As she
watched herself in the mirror, she tried to imagine that her leg was immobilised
in a LLC instead of just a bandage. She enjoyed the way her breasts bounced
in time with her flowing motion, and the way her firm buttocks didnt
move at all!
She attempted an overly ambitious turn, and fell onto the bed, flat on
her back. Dropping the crutches, Jo stuck her legs in the air together,
and wiggled her polished toes. If her hunch about Paul was right, tonight
would be a breeze. Her hands ran up the outside of her thighs as she lowered
her legs to the ground, then up over her belly, until they came to a halt
on her breasts. Her nipples stood out dark against her pale skin, and
were firm from her anticipation. She remembered a moment in the shower
in Brighton and now, as then, she took a deep breath and moved on from
Morning Luce! Jo breezed into the office, late as usual.
Lucy was sitting at her desk in the reception area, and as on so many
other mornings Jo felt a pang of envy at her even tan. Bet youll
never guess what Im up to tonight!
OK, so tell me
Well, I have a date with our Mr Paul Gunn from accounts.
Lucy leaned over the desk towards Jo conspiratorially. Paul? I know
you got off with him at that party, but I didnt think you were that
keen on him or anything.
Well, I always thought he might be fun, but he made the first move
and asked me out on Tuesday, and I figured there was no harm in accepting.
Well, you have a good time, and I wont even bother telling
you to behave because I know you wont!
Youre just jealous
, Jo shot over her shoulder
as she walked through the inner door.
The day in the office passed slowly, and Jo was glad when 5pm came, and
she could go home. She set up the small BBQ on the patio (making sure
none of the neighbours saw her), and prepared salad and rolls in the kitchen.
She thought for a few seconds shed broken something for real as
she tenderised the rump steaks and her fingers with a wooden mallet, but
eventually she was satisfied. She tidied a little in the living room,
and took a plastic dustsheet from the garage through to her bedroom, placing
it under the bed with her crutches and her box of magic. Finally she peeled
off her work clothes, and stepped into the shower.
Chapter 3: Fiber Fantasies
When the doorbell rang for the second time on that gorgeous Friday in
the middle of summer, Jo was substantially better prepared. Her feet were
bare, and her toes had a fresh coat of purple nail polish. Her long slim
legs were visible way up the thigh, giving way only to a small pair of
tight red shorts, matching the red top which struggled to restrain her
She pulled open the door, and Pauls lower jaw dropped as far as
it could. He took a deep breath, and eventually managed to talk almost
Wow Jo! You look fantastic
Why thanks Paul, now come in before anyone sees us
Why does that matter? Arent you allowed gentlemen callers
in this part of town
Paul, lets get one thing straight before we go any further,
Jo said severely, a smile painting itself across her face as she saw Paul
adopt a crestfallen look, Youre no gentleman and Im
no lady, and its more fun for everyone that way!
Paul looked relieved but not a little taken aback, and finally got round
to offering Jo the carrier bag he held in one hand. Jo looked inside,
and immediately turned and walked into the kitchen, leaving Paul to admire
her receding rear view. Now that Paul managed not to say out
loud, is one classy body.
He followed Jo into the kitchen watched as Jo opened one of the three
chilled bottles of white wine from the carrier bag. He accepted a large
Now, Ill set aside the fact that you brought THREE bottles
and therefore are clearly trying to get me drunk and propose a toast.
To an entertaining evening.
Their glasses clinked together and they both drank deeply from them, enjoying
the crispness in the flavour.
So, are you going to tell me why you dont want the neighbours
to see me, and why were standing here with the curtains shut on
such a beautiful day?
Sure, I cant keep you in the dark all evening now can I,
Jo giggled, but first I have something to ask you. Why do you lean
in the door of the kitchen for five minutes at a time some days?
Her frankness discomforted Paul slightly, but he could see that she wasnt
having a go at him, and that there was no hint of anger in her eyes.
I suppose its because I can stand there and admire your legs,
and your feet, without you knowing. Only clearly the last part isnt
quite completely true
Look, Im sorry if thats upset
Jo cut in on him.
No Paul, thats just fine. Now let me ask you another question.
If I broke my leg and they put it in a cast, would you still stop in that
Paul felt his lightweight shorts get tighter as he started to build a
Ive always, well, its just that
sure I would
, Paul stammered, and this time when Jo started
talking it was a rescue rather than an interruption.
OK, I think I can see how you feel, Jo grinned, Now,
before I say another word you have to swear that you will never, ever,
discuss what we talk about just now with ANYONE at all. Ever.
Sure!, said Paul quickly, still unsure of himself. Ill
never breathe a word if thats what you want.
Jo walked over to him and took him by the hand.
Relax Paul, I think youre going to enjoy this.
Looking back, Jo was never quite sure where all this confidence had come
from. She couldnt have done this with her closest friend, and yet
with Paul she felt really quite relaxed about the whole thing. Maybe it
was because Paul didnt really matter to her. Maybe it was because
She pulled him through to the bedroom, and turned and kissed him gently
on the lips.
Paul, the reason I didnt want anyone to see us is that I broke
my leg on the way home from work today, and at the hospital they put it
in a cast for me. The cast is purple, to match my nail polish. Look.
She showed him the box of padding and fiber, and the crutches.
Im going to be hobbling around on these for at least 4 weeks.
The silence stretched out between them.
Well, say something then
Well, for a start, how did you know?
How did I know what?
That I like casts, damit, how did you find out?
My dear Paul, I didnt find out. I guessed from
the way you looked at my feet, from the way you looked at Julie last year
when she broke her ankle
You mean you were into this already?
Well, not like this, but I had managed to find a few sites on the
Sounds like we have more in common than either of us knew. Youre
up for this then?, he nodded grinning broadly. My plan was
for you to cast me now. The neighbours only get to know I have to go back
to the hospital on Sunday night to get checked. Then I can either decide
to keep it or we can take it off
Youve done this before?
Not like this
maybe Ill explain more later. Best get
started. Theres a dustsheet right here, and you can fill the basin
in the kitchen sink. You know how to do this?
I have a fair idea
The rest Ill make up!
Paul spread the clear plastic sheet over the lower half of the bed and
then disappeared. As Jo reclined on the bed, he returned with two glasses
of wine, both now full once again. Paul went to get the water, while Jo
contemplated her feet. She had a sudden picture of both legs in full length
casts and thought One day girl, one day. Paul returned, and
started putting on the rubber gloves, and suddenly Jo realised she hadnt
decided which foot to have casted
I guess that if this is your first time youll want your left
Well, youre drinking your wine rather quickly with your right
hand, and so Im assuming your right foot is dominant. Youd
miss it more
OK, I hadnt thought about it but thats fine with me!
Jo lifted her left foot, and Paul was about to start putting the stockinet
over her toes when he put the roll down, and instead took her foot in
both hands. He kissed it gently, starting with her toes and working up
towards her knee, then back down. Without a word, and without looking
Jo in the eye, he picked the stockinet up once more and worked it gently
over her toes and up her firm calf, stopping when there was a little bunched
below her knee, with plenty dangling off her toes. Next he started wrapping
padding around her ankle, working down to her toes and back up again.
Another roll started up her calf, and finished just below her knee. Three
more rolls went on, covering and recovering each inch of her lower leg.
Every so often, Paul would pause and feel up and down the padded area,
to ensure that there was plenty of cover over the bony bits, and that
he was using the padding evenly. Once the padding was all done, he laid
Jos foot gently back onto the bed and knelt upright for a minute,
stretching and admiring Jos body laid out on the bed before him.
He opened the smaller roll of fiber first, and freed the loose end. He
grasped the roll firmly in one hand, keeping the loose end wrapped over
a finger so he didnt loose it, and dipped it into the tepid water.
He squeezed for a second, then lifted it out and squeezed the excess water
off. Jo though she could see his hand shaking slightly as she lifted her
foot. As with the padding, he started at the ankle and worked down towards
her toes, smoothing the fiber against the form of her foot as he went
along. Before he opened the next roll, he turned back the excess stockinet
at her toes, and smoothed it carefully back against the fiber. With the
new roll, he started at her toes, and worked up past her ankle and up
her calf. Before he even realised it, all four rolls had gone, and the
cast was starting to steam slightly as it set. Once again, he kneeled
back to admire his handiwork. He peeled off the rubber gloves, and as
he put his hand on the ground to help stand up. He kissed Jos encased
toes carefully, one by one.
Well, since youve put me on crutches, the least you can do
is get me some more wine!, Jo grinned impishly.
Once Paul had left the room, she wiggled her toes experimentally. Her
pale toes stood out against the purple of the cast, which matched her
nail polish almost perfectly. Her foot felt warm, and slightly damp. There
was just a hint of steam rising from the cast, and occasionally she thought
she could hear a slight hissing noise coming from it. Wow.
Chapter 4: BBQ
You any good working a BBQ?
Well, all the stuff you need is in the kitchen, and if youll
just pass me those crutches Ill join you in a moment. Youd
better take my wine though!
Jo carefully swung both feet over the side of the bed and stood up, mounting
her crutches as she did. Placing the crutches a few inches in front of
her, she gingerly took her first steps towards the door. Although shed
tried the crutches before, it was somehow completely different with her
ankle immobilised and the extra weight on her elevated foot. When she
got into the living room, she found that Paul had already opened the curtains
and the patio doors, and was outside messing around with lighter fluid.
She crutched out onto the patio, and sat down on a reclining deckchair.
Paul watched her carefully the whole time, and as she settled herself
he went back into the house. He returned a few moments later carrying
a waste paper basket and a cushion.
Remember youre supposed to keep that ankle elevated,
he said, grinning. And are you really sure you should be drinking
wine with those painkillers?
Jo flashed a naughty look at him and raised her eyebrows. and here
was me thinking you were trying to get me drunk!.
Paul obligingly re-filled her glass as he handed it to her
The warm summer evening seemed to last forever. Paul and
Jo sat chatting on the patio long after the BBQ was finished, long after
the sun had started to disappear. By the time the warmth started to fade
they were well through the third bottle of wine, and there was more giggling
than talking going on.
Im starting to get cold, lets go inside.
By this time Paul was sitting on the ground close to Jos chair,
so he could look into her eyes. In one smooth motion, he got one arm under
her knees and the other round her shoulder and rose to his feet. Jo giggled
as she quickly put her arms around his neck to stop herself from falling.
He carried her inside, and set her down carefully on the couch. As he
was about to pull away, Jo tightened her grip on him, and pulled his face
in towards hers. Her mouth very slightly open, their lips touched and
for what seemed like hours they were lost in the warmth, softness and
intimacy of their kiss.
Finally, their lips separated, and for a few moments they looked deep
into each others eyes. Then, as if acting as one person, they resumed
their kiss. This time, it was deeper, more passionate than before. Jo
felt Pauls lips push hers apart as his tongoue flicked gently into her
mouth, seeking out her own. Her hand slid up into his hair as she pulled
him closer still, and as she did so his hand began to explore her cast.
First he felt the rough hardness of the fiber, and as his hand moved up
he found the padded top of the cast, followed by her cool, smooth flesh.
Their eyes met, and they held each others gaze for
a few moments, before Jo broke the silence that had reigned since their
lips first touched.
Since youve left my crutches outside, youre either going
to have to go and get them, or carry me to the bedroom!
Paul needed no further bidding, and took her in his arms once more. The
bedroom light was off, but light filtered in from the hall and from the
streetlights outside. He set her down on the bed, and knelt astride her.
He kissed her briefly and gently on the lips, and then pulled her skimpy
red top up over her full breasts. She raised her head and shouders, urging
him to pull if over her head, which he quickly did. He admired the firm
roundness of her breasts, young enough to retain their shape as she lay
there. In the half light the contrast between her pale skin and her brown
nipples was as great as that with her purple cast. He could feel the hardness
of the fiber under him, as he leant forward and started flicking his tongue
gently over her nipple. He felt the goosebumps rise around it, and she
let out a sigh of relaxation. The other nipple received the same attention,
before he took her breasts firmly in her hands and started kissing her
ears. She made to kiss him back, but he stopped her firmly. His kisses
walked down her neck, over her breasts, and onto the expanse of her belly.
He felt her goosebumps on his lips with every kiss, as he descended he
was sure he could detect the scent of her arousal.
Pulling away once more, he slid his thumbs under the sides of her shorts,
and pulled them down gently. He had to back away to remove them completely,
and they both laughed as he struggled to get them over her cast. After
the shorts were liberated, he pulled his own teeshirt off then held the
cast in his hands as he took her big toe in his mouth and sucked on it
gently. As he did, he admired her dark, neatly trimmed pubic hair, and
he was sure that he could see moisture glistening on her. Setting her
casted foot back down on the duvet, he placed his hands on her thighs
spreading her legs. He could feel the warmth radiating from her, and the
rich aroma of her wetness was irresistible to him. He slid his arms under
her legs as he was drawn to her, and touched the bottom of her slit with
his tongue. Her excitement was such that she felt hot on him, and as his
tongue ran up over her clitoris for the first time he felt her shudder
in his grasp.
His tongue got into a rhythm, matching her gasps as he flicked the button
of her clit with his tongue, enjoying the tang of her wetness and the
feel of the fiber on his back as she pulled him in with her legs. He was
frantic to enter her, but held himself back as her breathing grew more
and more frantic. One last huge intake of breath, one more flick of the
tongue, and she was grinding herself into his mouth - bucking as her breath
left her explosively. As her orgasm subsided she whispered to him.
Oh my god, I need you inside me, NOW!.
Paul stood and let his trousers drop to the floor. He knelt between her
legs, and kissed her on the mouth as he started to explore her wetness
with his erection. He could still taste her in his mouth as their tongues
met, but that only seemed to encourage her to kiss him more deeply. His
cock was soaking already when she raised her hips and pulled him into
her. He felt her cast behind him once more, pulling him deeper and deeper
as they ground their groins together. He didnt even realise at first
that Jo was talking to him because he was so wrapped up in enjoying their
hot, wet lovemaking.
Oh god Paul, deeper, god, my cast feels sooooo goood
god, youre making me cum again
He pulled almost right out of her, and they finished their lovemaking
with long violent thrusts, both crying out as they shuddered to orgasm
together, their bodies tensing almost painfully before the glorious release.
Jo felt his hot cum flood into her as she came, thinking with every spurt
that it must be the last, but he seemed to keep going for ever.
Finally, they subsided into each other, and kissed tenderly, a jumble
limbs surrounding them. They were impervious to the warm breeze from the
still open patio doors, to the noise of the traffic outside, to everything
except their own passion. Eventually they slept, their legs still intertwined
so they could both enjoy the texture of the cast.
Chapter 5: Decision Time
Paul and Jo spent most of Saturday in bed together, gently discovering
each other and enjoying their newfound closeness. They talked for hours
too, fantasizing about things they could do together, about casts they
When Sunday dawned, they had to start considering the reality of what
they were doing.
I just dont know that I can do it, Jo said, consternation
written across her face. Id have to lie to everyone, to carry
this off for 6 whole weeks.
I thought that you wanted
I do for christsake, but thats not the point. Theres
a difference between wanting to do something, fantasizing about it even,
and actually doing it. Look, before I decide I want to talk it over with
I thought you didnt want anyone else to know about this? You
swore me to secrecy
Yeah, but Lucy already knows.
but I thought
Look, Lucy got me into this. Sure, Id been intrigued by casts
before but Id not thought about it seriously until Lucy showed me
some things on the web and
Look, if I tell you, you promise
Yeah, I promise not to tell anyone!, Paul was clearly peeved.
I helped Lucy to put on a cast, longer than this, a few weeks back
when we went to Brighton for the weekend. Thats how I found out
about where to get stuff to make this. She pointed at her casted
leg angrily. Anyway, if Im going to wear this for 6 weeks
Ill need some moral support.
But Ill be there for you every step of the way!
Paul, for one if I go into the office in a cast Lucy will ask me
as soon as were alone, and I dont want her to find out that
way. Secondly, weve know each other about 5 minutes.
Jo put her hand on his face, and looked into his eyes and spoke with passion.
Paul, I really like you and Id love for this to go on but
who knows where well be in 6 weeks. I cant take that
chance, come on, you must see that.
Jo, I want this to go on too. I guess Im just upset because
I thought this was just for you and me. I thought it was our secret.
It will be Paul, it is ours. Lucy cant take your place in
this. Youre still the one who put my first cast on, youre
still the one Ive made love to all weekend.. She kissed him
lightly on the forehead. If it will helps, look at it this way.
This cast, this experience, is yours and mine. Now we have a choice. Either
we take the cast off this afternoon, or if we want to keep it for six
more weeks then we ask Lucy over for lunch. Talk it over with her and
enlist her help.
Well, when you put it like that
Dearest Paul, thats how it is. If you want to keep this just
between the two of us, I swear Ill never tell anyone else. But the
cast comes off.
Look I have to ask this. Do you really want to see me
again, even if I said I wanted you to take the cast off?.
Of course I would! I make no promises beyond our next date, but
after this weekend how can you doubt I want to be with you?
Sorry, Im being selfish here, arent I. If its
still ok with you, lets call Lucy. How about we compromise though
- lets go to a pub, in a village somewhere nearby but where no-one
know us. We can pick Lucy up on the way. That way, that cast of yours
can get some fresh air and you can see how you feel.
Sounds like a plan to me! No need to sneak around though, as some
of the neighbours probably spotted the cast already. Ill just tell
them that I got another x-ray this afternoon and its not broken
after all. I can limp a little for a few days!
Lucy sat in the pub, waiting for her friend to arrive. Jo had sounded
excited on the phone, but she hadnt said why it was so important
that they have lunch, in this pub, on this day. She saw the door open,
and a ray of sunlight shot across the floor. Then she saw the grey tip
of a crutch on its aluminium shaft sneak out from behind the door.
She felt her stomach tighten and turn inside her, anticipating the possibilities.
Plaster, fiber, long, short, cyclinder, JO!!!
Lucy blinked hard, partly against the sunlight in the dark bar but more
because she was sure shed just seen her friend Jo coming into the
bar on crutches
It was! Jo crutched smoothly across the floor to
the table shed grabbed in the corner. Jo was wearing a black vest
top, and for once it seemed that she was wearing a bra underneath. Her
firm breasts meant she often went without on weekends
were the loose fitting grey tracksuit trousers, and trainer. Only one
trainer though, for her left foot was encased in purple fiber, moulded
around the contours of her ankle and foot. The cast ended in a small band
of white stockinet, and past that, there were Jos delicious pale
toes, their purple nail varnish glistening in the dappled light in the
So what the hell happened to you, and how the hell did you get here?
Well, Ill answer the second question first, Jo grinned,
awkwardly sitting down opposite Lucy, extending her casted foot along
the length of the bench for support. Pauls parking his car
outside right now. As for the first question, Paul casted me.
Wow, and here was me thinking Id never talk you into a cast
Lucy smiled, but her eyes didnt join in and both girls knew she
didnt mean it,
Lucy, I know you wanted to cast me, but I couldnt. I was too
nervous, and you were magnificent, I felt pathetic, intimidated. I was
going to do it alone but with Paul it just seemed right, and hes
I suppose Ill forgive you, but
, Lucy offered,
At this point Paul strode in from the car, his eyes fixing immediately
on Jos toes.
Sure, Ill have long vodka please, and Im sure Lucy will
Well, I walked here so I could drink!
OK, and Ill have a pint. You dont mind me driving you
home after one pint right Jo?
The girls talked about Paul, with smiles and giggles, until he returned
from the bar with the drinks. He lifted Jos casted foot and slid
onto the seat next to her, replacing the cast in his lap as he settled.
He was caught for a second by an image of Lucy casted, helpless
Fortunately Lucy didnt let the silence hang.
Come on then Jo, whats this all about
Well its like this. I love this cast, and I want to keep it.
I want to tell everyone that I went over on my high heel on the way home
from work on Friday and cracked a bone in my ankle, and that Ill
be 2 weeks on crutches, then 4 weeks with a walking shoe over the cast.
If all goes well.
, Lucy leaned back in her seat, wide eyed. 6
Well I can hardly wear it for two can I?.
True, but thats a long, long time
Anyway, why are you
Because, my dearest Lucy, theres no way I could get through
this without knowing Id have your support if I needed it. Oh, and
when I turned up in the office in a cast you were bound to wonder after
our last adventure
If thats what you want, I guess Ill help in any way
I can. Im sure youd do the same for me, Lucy winked
then looked hard at Jos cast, and youll probably find
a way to repay me!.
Paul, Jo and Lucy sat in the bar for nearly an hour, perfecting their
stories so they all said the same thing to people at the office. When
they left the bar was starting to fill up, and Jo was sure she attracted
lots of looks as she crutched slowly but confidently to the door.
Chapter 6: The Office
Paul stirred sleepily as heard something drop. He opened his eyes slightly,
just in time to see Jo zipping up a black skirt that stopped just above
her knee. Her uncasted leg was covered with what he could only assume
was a stocking, in stark contrast to the pale skin of her other knee.
She had found a purple v-necked skintight teeshirt to wear over her skirt,
and as he watched she plumped her breasts, admiring her cleavage in the
mirror. She sat on the bed to retrieve the crutch that she had dropped,
then headed out of the door. Paul dozed off again, images of his casted
princess getting dressed still fresh in his mind. The next time he woke
Jo was standing in the doorway.
Rise and shine lazy-bones, youre supposed to be driving me
Come on babe, theres plenty of time
No there isnt, its 8:30 already. OUT!
Paul got out of bed, and staggered bleary eyed towards the shower
Jo paused nervously as she reached the automatic
door at the office. Today it had been locked open to let in the warm,
fresh summer air. With a deep breath she leaned into her crutches and
got moving again. As she entered the foyer, the first person she saw was
a familiar face, Lucy sitting at the reception.
You made it then? I wasnt sure if youd feel up to it.
Well, now its in plaster its I cant feel a thing,
in fact its just a nuisance. Ill have to keep my foot up though
This was for the benefit of others passing through the reception area.
and I think Ill be using the lift for a week or two!.
She crutched nervously to the lift. In her head, everyone was looking
at her, knowing that the cast was a fake. In her head, everyone was thinking
she was freak, a mad woman. The panic rose inside her as the lift door
slid closed. She only knew one of the other people in the lift, and that
was Katie, her boss.
Morning Jo, Im impressed at your dedication coming in prompt
on a Monday when youve clearly not had a good weekend! What happened?
Ohhh, its just embarrassing and stupid. I went over on my
heel on the way home from work on Friday. I dont know how it happened,
Id not been to the pub and I couldnt see any thing that could
have tripped me when I looked. Anyway, I broke a bone in my ankle and
now Im stuck in this wretched thing for a few weeks.
Oh dear, I hope its not too painful. Joking aside, you really
dont have to be here if its troubling you.
It hurt like hell at the time, but ever since they put this on,
its been OK, it just feels a bit funny and the crutches are a pain.
Plus Id go mad watching daytime TV all day!
Well, take it easy, especially until your balance has improved.
We dont want any more accidents. I broke an ankle myself about 5
years ago, and once the plaster came off it only took a couple of weeks
to get it working as good as new!
Thanks, Ill bear that in mind. I bet it feels more like a
few months than a few weeks at the time though right?.
By this time Jo had arrived at her desk. The set of drawers she kept her
stationary and files in were on little wheels of their own, so she carefully
pulled them out from underneath her desk and set them to one side a little.
Katie, I dont suppose youd do me a favour would you?
One of the spare cushions from the sofa in the kitchen would turn this
into a beautiful footrest!
Well, just this once. Goodness, will you do anything to get to boss
me around? Revenge is sweet I suppose
The morning passed quickly. Her in tray and e-mail inbox were both full,
and working through them took her right until lunch. As she worked, she
thought she could see a shadow in the doorway a couple of times, and she
could almost feel Paul staring at her casted foot, propped up comfortably
on its cushion. She would have loved to go out for lunch, to show
off her casts to the world, but Lucy had counselled against it. If
youd really broken your ankle, she had pointed out, youd
not want to spend any more time on those crutches than you had to..
She had reluctantly agreed, so Lucy had popped over to a sandwich shop
and bought lunch for them both.
The girls ate their sandwiches together in the kitchen, and as they did
a succession of well wishers dropped in to talk to Jo. They all wanted
to know what had happened, whether it still hurt, how long she would be
By the end of lunchtime her cast had attracted more attention
than she had ever dreamed of, and Lucy was almost green with envy.
After one attempt earlier in the day, Jo had decided that for the foreseeable
future shed be using the disabled toilet on her floor. The ladies
was just too tight a fit on crutches. After lunch Jo went to powder her
nose, and when she got into the toilet and reached for the pull cord to
turn the light on she got the fright of her life. Suddenly, the door closed
with a bang behind her, and the light cord was nowhere to be found. When
she felt a hand going over her mouth she thought the panic rising inside
her was going to make her faint.
Shhh, its only me, Pauls voice said reassuringly.
Jo resolved at that moment that the next time the opportunity arose she
would beat Paul to death with a crutch for scaring the life out of her,
but accepted that the way he held her right now, the most harm she could
do him was probably to lick the hand that covered her mouth.
Just stay there and dont make a sound.
Paul let go of her, and she heard a rattling noise, then the rasp of a
match being struck. He lit a small candle that he must have placed on
the basin earlier.
I kept walking past your office and seeing you sitting there with
you foot up just made me so horny I couldnt wait, Paul whispered,
I couldnt decide whether your good leg and foot, or the casted
one, was making me hotter.
He stood behind Jo and started kissing her gently on the neck and ears.
His hands ran from her shoulders down her arms, detecting goosebumps forming
on her skin as they did so. Jo could feel him getting hard as he pressed
against her bum, and she couldnt help but sigh with satisfaction
as his hands firmly grasped her breasts, and his tongue flicked at her
earlobes. Then something inside Paul snapped, and the pace of events changed
a little. He moved round in front of her, and as her hands snaked around
his neck he propped the crutches in the corner. She felt him fumbling
and realised that he had undone his fly and liberated his erection. Next
he pulled the front of her skirt out the way, pulled the crotch of her
knickers aside and thrust into her. With one hand supporting her bum he
pushed her hard against the wall as his other grasped her cast. Jo was
completely overcome as he roughly thrust time and again, taking her breath
away with each stroke until once again she though she was going to pass
out. He felt her come hard inside her, an explosion of warmth filling
her belly. As quickly as it had begun it was over. She was still dazed
as he zipped himself back up and slipped out of the room. Dazed and unsatisfied.
The mirror above the sink was low so it was accessible to wheelchair users,
and in it she could see herself still leaning on the wall, the contrast
between her fair complexion and the cast even greater in the half-light.
She watched herself lick her fingers, and gently slide her hand under
the front of her underwear, the skirt still disarrayed around her waist.
She found the sight of her fingers moving under the fabric strangely erotic,
and the restricting feel of the cast alarmingly arousing, as she pleasured
herself gently. She stroked herself for a few minutes before her orgasm
crept up on her, overtaking her, engulfing her. She was taken completely
by surprise as she watched herself shuddering in the mirror, and when
it subsided she leaned in the same spot with her eyes closed, her fingers
resting against her clitoris, satisfied at last.
The relaxation that filled her as she rested was accompanied by dreams.
She saw herself lying in the street, her ankle swelling, the pain filling
her body. She saw herself being loaded into an ambulance, saw herself
holding the hand of a nurse as her ankle was X-rayed. She saw herself
in the plaster room, felt the warmth the cast being applied to her foot.
She watched in her head the train of events she had invented happening
to her. And she wanted them to be real. She opened her eyes with a start
when this thought struck her, and turned the light on. The bright illumination
made her blink, but it didnt banish the devil inside her. She wanted
a cast, and she had one, and that was great. But it wasnt, and never
could be, all that she wanted.
She felt cold as she tidied herself up and remounted her crutches, and
her stomach tied itself in knots inside her. From nowhere this devil had
appeared, from an unknown need inside her, and she wanted to get rid of
She stepped out not only into the office corridor but also into the real
world. Back at her desk there were phone-calls to make and letters to
write. The afternoon passed quickly and uneventfully, although occasionally
she stopped and smiled, enjoying the warm afterglow that coursed through
Chapter 7: Breezers
Jo was amused when on Friday after work they ended up in the same club
where the whole saga had begun, where Lucy and she had got drunk before
Lucy had first introduced her to casting. That had lead to their adventures
in Brighton, and indirectly to the beautiful purple SLC that rested on
the table in front of her, amongst the half empty bottles of Bacardi Breezers
and the half-drunk pints.
Lucy was off dancing with some guy she had chatted up at the bar and the
rest of the crew from the office, and Paul had disappeared to the mens
room. Jo kicked off her one shoe and crossed her bare foot over the cast,
feeling the hardness and roughness of the fiber on her calf and the sole
of her foot. What now? She wondered, what next?
Lucy had seen her sitting alone and come back to join her. She drank deeply
from her Orange alcopop as she flopped into a seat.
How is he then, you found Mr Right at long last?
I dont think so somehow, but hes keeping me amused.
Ive got his telephone number
I swear since Brighton youve been much more confident with
guys, it really seems to have opened you up!
Yeah, well it was kinda a liberating experience
in an imprisoning
sort of way! How are you enjoying your little adventure?
Well Ive survived a week at the office, and in another week
I can lose the crutches and try out that cast shoe outside of the comfort
of my own home.
I expect that will be a bit of a relief!
Yeah, two weeks on crutches is enough for now. How about you, have
you thought about another cast?
Not really, I mean, Brighton was fun but it was a one-off, you know,
an experience. I dont think Ill do it again. Maybe one day,
Id still like to try an arm cast
Jo sighed inwardly as the conversation turned back round to this new man
Lucy had found and to office gossip. She knew that Lucy had a thing for
casts, but somehow she didnt seem to experience the same deep-seated
need to be casted that Jo was rapidly acquiring. It scared her that she
was being so deeply affected by the £20 worth of fiber and padding
that encased her lower leg.
Her reverie was broken when Paul came over to say goodnight. He was going
away for the weekend with a group of lads he knew from college, on a stag
weekend. He had forgotten all about it until one of his mates had called
during the week, and so Jo was to be alone this weekend. She had rather
hoped that it would be an opportunity to spend some quality time with
Lucy, but now she realised that they didnt share the same passion,
the same need, she wondered if shed rather be alone.
She hugged Lucy as she got out of the taxi outside her flat, and promised
shed be careful getting inside. Lucy was quite sloshed by this time,
and although she had been going to stay the night Jo had persuaded her
that it was not necessary, and besides, somehow Lucys new man (Steve,
or something) had ended up in the same cab.
Inside the front door, she kicked off the heeled shoe shed worn
out, and put the crutches in the umbrella stand. She walked awkwardly,
the added height the cast gave her at one side breaking her normally smooth
gait, and making a gentle thud on the carpet with each step. She poured
herself a large peach schnapps and added ice from the freezer. She took
the drink with her to the bedroom, turning her computer on in the living
room on the way past.
She stood in front of the full length mirrors and pulled the turquoise
vest top over her head, and unzipped her navy skirt which at once dropped
to the carpet. She stepped out of it and kicked it to one side. Her lacy
black underwear stood out against her pale skin, illuminated only by the
soft glow through the door from the uplighter in the living room. She
dropped her bra straps off her shoulders, and paused for a few seconds
before undoing the clip. Gently she let the garment drop down over her
belly until her nipples were exposed and finally let it drop to the floor.
She felt her breasts, cupping them gently, feeling her firm nipples and
the goosebumps starting to develop on her smooth skin. Finally, she pulled
her pants down, struggling as usual to manoeuvre them over the bulk of
the fiber cast, careful to be gentle so they didnt snag. She admired
her figure in a satisfied way for a few moments, admiring the form of
her right calf and the contrast with its encased partner, before picking
a dark green silk kimono from the bed where she had left it that morning.
The peach schnapps was half gone by the time she had checked her e-mail,
and it helped her to build the courage to come out. Ever since the first
night shed found out about casting when she was with Lucy, shed
dropped into an IRC chat-room called the castroom from time to time, but
on each occasion shed used a different name, or a guest name, and
not really talked. Shed just watched, and learned. Now she decided
she was going to participate, and so shed selected a nick
for herself. From now on the casting community had a new member, named
for her ability to make any man who saw her hard. Medusa had
She logged in, and as had happened before every time shed used a
girls name a horde of people were trying to private chat with her in seconds.
She ignored many of them, the ones who sounded rude or shed seen
being odd in the past, and started conversations with one or two. The
enjoyed the amazement that everyone expressed that she was wearing her
first rec cast to term, although she realised that she wasnt being
taken seriously by everyone. To solve that problem, she fetched her crutches
from the hall and set up the webcam. Seconds later she was able to send
the results to the people she had enjoyed talking to. It is fair to say
that the picture was met with universal approval.
In for a penny, in for a pound. She was talking to a guy in the US who
was still at college and who sounded quite cute. Certainly he was fun
to talk to, so blushing all the while she started a little experiment.
Medusa: Have you ever been close to a girl in a cast?
CollegeCast: I sat next to a girl in class with a SAC a few times
Medusa: Did you enjoy that?
CollegeCast: Sure, I enjoyed looking at it.
Medusa: Theres a guy at work who was always looking at my legs and
feet and now he looks at my SLC all the time.
CollegeCast: I bet! From that piccy you look pretty cute =)
Medusa: I think he likes the cast though.
CollegeCast: Why do you think that?
Medusa: Well, he fucked me in the disabled toilet on Monday, and all the
while he held onto the cast.
CollegeCast: Lucky b*stard!!!!!
Medusa: We had sort of done stuff before.
CollegeCast: Im still jealous lol
Medusa: whats lol?
CollegeCast: Well, its a man with his hands in the air! Or Lots
of Laughs. Did you like having sex wearing the cast?
Medusa: Yes, ever since Ive been in it Ive been really, really
horny. He wasnt patient enough though, and he didnt make me
cum. I had to finish the job myself.
CollegeCast: Why are you telling me this? Are you sure thats you
in the photo? Whats this about?
Medusa: How can I prove it to you? I can take another photo, in a pose
you tell me, then will you be convinced Im real?
CollegeCast: I guess.
Medusa: Well, how would you like me to pose?
CollegeCast: Maybe you can lift your cast behind you with your hand and
take a photo from the side.
Jo set up the webcam once more, and posed, this time without the crutches,
as he had asked. She looked at the photo, but something about it wasnt
quite right. She posed again, but this time before she did so she let
her robe hang open. The photo was perfect. The profile of her pert breasts
was just what she had hoped for, and the flatness of her belly, and strength
in her thighs, were very, very apparent. She pressed send.
Medusa: Do you like it?
CollegeCast: Yeah, I mean, You look fantastic.
Medusa: Does it get you excited?
CollegeCast: What sort of question is that? I mean, sure, a bit.
Medusa: Every man that looks at medusa goes hard. It got me excited posing
for you too.
Medusa: Im not usually this wanton, but the cast is making me really,
really hot. I think Im going to have to do something about it.
CollegeCast: What do you mean?
Medusa: I think Im going to have to masturbate to get some relief.
God, Im soaking wet and I taste delicious.
CollegeCast: God, youre making me hard now all right. If youre
not careful Im going to have to, well, you know, too.
Medusa: Well go for it. I am. Speak to you in a minute, oooohhh, thats
Jo had intended just to titillate, to see what she could get away with,
but she was amazed to find that the thought of a guy on a different continent
being that turned on about her really had got her going. She leaned back
in the directors chair and let the front of the robe fall slightly open,
parting her lips gently and
CollegeCast: I needed that.
CollegeCast: You still there?
Jo heard the pings as the messages arrived on her computer, but she was
too tied up in her own thoughts to respond. She was frigging herself furiously,
trying to imagine what it would be like to have a guy fucking her in a
DHS. Another thought that scared the life out of her! Unlike when Paul
had left her still needing in the disabled toilet, this time her orgasm
was no surprise, but rather a carefully calculated climax.
Medusa: Easy tiger, Im here.
Medusa: I was just busy fantasizing about being fucked in a DHS.
CollegeCast: You wanna know what I was thinking?
Medusa: I bet you were fantasizing about fucking me.
Medusa: Well, a fantasy is all that it will ever be. Nice talking to you!
Jo logged off, and slumped back in her chair. She pulled the robe closed
over her, and wiggled her toes, watching but not seeing. She felt dirty,
and she wasnt sure if she had just cheated on Paul. Or whether she
cared. She shuddered. She was afraid, afraid of her own feelings. She
knew that if CollegeCast, whoever he might really be, had
been with her then, she would have undoubtedly betrayed Pauls trust
in her. Paul had been great, hed been great casting her and hed
been a great lay.
She paced the living room, her peculiar gait unnoticed, as she was lost
in her own thoughts. Glass empty, the bottle of Peach Schnapps caught
her eye. She almost had the top off before she changed her mind, and fetched
a breezer from the fridge in the kitchen instead.
Chapter 8: The Devil Inside
Jo slept like a log. When she had something on her mind she always dealt
with it, at least internally, before she went to bed. She always slept
on a clear conscience.
She woke slowly on Saturday morning, her head slightly fuzzy from drinking
the night before. As she had every morning since the cast was applied,
she tried moving her left foot and was delighted with the discovery that
the cast prevented any but the most minute of movements, and the padding
felt soft and comforting around her ankle.
Looking at her phone, she realised she had a text message. She pressed
the relevant buttons, and found some drunken rambling from Paul. A pang
of loneliness, and perhaps even guilt, swept across her as she pressed
the call button.
Hi. Groggy. Paul had clearly had an entertaining evening
Hi, its me. Good night? Get up to
back to bed Paul - shhhhhh
Jo trailed off. There was someone else there. A girl
Well, Im sorry if its a bad time for you!. She
wished shed not used her mobile, because then she could have slammed
the phone down on him. She stabbed at the end button angrily.
The phone rang.
It rang again.
I can explain
This is going to have to be very, very good Paul..
She doesnt mean anything all right? I was pissed and thinking
of you on your own, in that cast made me horny
So you found someone else to fill your need. Well, I hope youre
Jos anger had turned to sadness as she hung up on Paul for the second
time. Initially Paul had been someone who she could persuade to cast her,
someone to be taken advantage of, someone to fill her needs. She realised
now that she should have left it that way, but that in spite of herself
shed become involved. That was true of something else also.
Jo lay in bed for hours, feeling empty inside and not knowing what to
do next. The hunger she felt when she first woke was gone, and the emptiness
was not the sort to be satiated by eating. When the phone rang again,
she almost ignored it completely, but relented. When she saw it was Lucy
calling, she almost put it down. She wasnt sure she wanted conversation
just now, let alone conversation from someone who really didnt understand.
The cavernous void in her stomach loomed.
Hi Jo, look, sorry about last night. I didnt mean to abandon
you its just..,
Dont sweat it.. Voice dead.
Jo, Jo, Im sorry, look I admit I was just getting back at
you. I was being petty. Im so jealous of all the attention youre
getting in that cast, and I want one so much myself and, well
Lucy, it doesnt matter. Lighter now.
I didnt mean to be such a bitch, Im just so jealous
of you and Paul and your fiber
Well you can quit that right now. He seems to have found a new source
of entertainment.. Silence.
Oh no, what happened?
I called him this morning, and he had another woman with him. So,
hes out of the picture.
Jo, you want me to come over? Ill just be 20 minutes or so
Lucy, Ill be OK, you dont need to
I was I could take you out tonight to make up for being such a bitch
last night anyway. Now I have double the reason. Ill be there shortly.
Jo dragged herself out of bed and sat in the bath with her casted foot
hanging over the side. Showering this way wasnt dreadfully satisfactory
but getting the cast wet seemed like a bad idea. She wasnt sure
Lucy coming over to cheer her up was such a good idea, but there was clearly
going to be no negotiation on this matter.
By the time Lucy arrived Jo was ready, and Lucy bundled her into the car
for a shopping trip to cheer them both up. Jo didnt
like to enquire why Lucy needed cheering up, but suspected that the bloke
that had ended up in the taxi had proved to be a shit. Nothing new there
Lucy dropped her off at the entrance to the mall and went to find somewhere
to park. She crossed the street at a zebra crossing, the street slick
with water from the persistent drizzle that so well matched her mood.
Putting her crutches up onto the kerb she stepped up to meet them, but
in the rain they slipped on the sheen of water covering the marble step.
Im going to break something for real! Phew. Dont really
like pain. Marble. I ask you, looks over function every time. That would
be murder even in heels.
She felt the adrenaline the fall had pumped into her veins subside, and
made to rise from her undignified pose, sprawled across the gutter. She
heard Lucy shouting
She realised that Lucys shout was not out of concern that shed
hurt herself. It was a warning. She looked round and saw the car, she
grabbed at the foot of a sign and was about to haul herself from its path,
but suddenly the devil inside her took over. She saw the white walls of
the hospital, smelt the disinfectant, heard the siren outside the ambulance
rushing her there and was seduced. She stopped. The hesitation was enough.
Or too much. Now was not the time to try to decide which.
Chapter 9: Consequences
Jo had read the fiction on the casting sites, read the real life experiences
at support sites, read the books. She didnt believe them though.
She really, really thought shed pass out, waking later when the
drugs kicked in. She felt the car hit her cast, drag her leg round. She
felt the muscles in her knee strain, then surrender and allow bones to
fail. She felt the shattering snaps as bones gave way. She felt the weight
of the car drop from the cast, she felt it land on her other ankle. Not
slow motion. Just detailed torment. Devilry. No more. Its gone.
The back wheels come, screeching, dragging. Im dead. Im not.
I want to be. I am pain. I am despair.
. Lucy screamed. Jo looked
at her dumbly, her mouth wide and round. The knives had been dragged out
of her, and she was OK, she was fine. Lucy would come and make it all
better. Then someone set fire to her, all of her from below the waist
started to warm, why were they shaking her, who was doing that. Why was
she burning, there was no fire. The look of astonishment turned into a
hideous grimace, and she gave up. All was not OK. Jo screamed.
Lucy ran over, sobbing. Pedestrians ran in all directions. The car finally
came to rest against a fountain. How could the car only be stopping
now, so many hours after hitting me Jo thought. Lucy saw her legs.
The cast appeared intact, but sat at a crazy angle. The other leg was
already going blue, bleeding in places. Fiber, blood, sandal, blood, skirt,
marble. Not marble. Bone. Lucy fainted. Jo desperately wanted to faint.
Alone, Help meeeeee. Wailing. More wailing. Not me -
sirens. Cooling rain turned to mist, to fog and to night.
bleep. bleep. bleep.
Jo reached for the alarm, only she didnt. The back of her hand stabbed
when she tried to move, and suddenly she felt a grip on her other hand.
Jo, its Lucy. Youre going to be OK. Everything is going
to be OK.
bleep. bleep. bleep.
Jo, itll be OK. Ill get the nurse, well get you
some painkillers. Itll be OK.
hurts. Voice small. Scarcely audible over the instruments.
bleep. bleep. bleep.
Tomorrow will be a better day.
It wasnt, and nor was the next.
On the third day she rose again from the unconscious. On the third day,
her body relented. On the third day, the sedative was reduced, and coherency
was restored to her life. For the first time Jos eyes opened and
looked merely blurry when on the previous days the glassed look had matched
that of her old teddy bear.
Jo surveyed her surroundings. Confused, frightened, but aware. She was
in a small room, with magnolia walls and a white roof, unhealthy somehow
in the fluorescent light. Her head was slightly elevated, and she had
a mask over her mouth, blowing air that smelt of metal at her. She looked
down the bed, her eyes finally drawn to that which they had been avoiding.
Her right foot was elevated on some pillows in a pale blue fiber SLC.
It took a few seconds to realise that the purple one had been on the left,
and that this was a new cast. Left leg. Her left leg was suspended, elevated
by machinery. The upper part was covered by her sheet, but she could see
that it was resting in some sort of padded trough, hideous shades of blue
and yellow, giving way to more normal flesh around her ankle and foot.
In her blurry world, Jo dealt with this information calmly. Thats
going to hurt she thought, but only in a distant kind of way. Right
now she couldnt feel much, just a dull ache, everywhere.
A nurse came in, Are you finally back with us then Miss Carlyle?.
A weak nod.
Good, now, just try to rest and dont worry to much. Youre
going to be fine, and Ill see if I can get a doctor to talk to you
water?, croaked Jo.
OK, but just a little sip just now. We can probably do without this
mask now, it was just to help you breathe while you were sleeping. There.
Little sips. Youre friend is still here, weve not been able
to get rid of her. Shes been very worried about you, but I think
shes finally dozed off in the family room just now. Ill get
her for you in a little bit.
Please, I want to see her.
Ill see what I can do. Goodness, youre voice sounds
almost human now youve had a drink!
Jo! Oh god, Youre awake, that was almost a smile, oh Jo, its
so nice to see you, Ive been so frightened.
Lucy gripped her hand once again, and a dim memory of an earlier awakening
came to Jo.
Thank you for being with me.
Dont be silly, I couldnt leave you like this.
Ill leave you two to catch up, the doctor will be along shortly
Angela, my names Angela.
Jo, I had to tell them about your cast.
Oh Lucy, what?.
No, not like that. I stuck to our story, the one from before. It
seemed like the only way. They cant find any records but I said
they must have lost them, and that youre ankle seemed OK now and
Lucy, dont worry. I suspect thats not the biggest problem
I have right now.
Oh god Jo, does it hurt terribly?
Right now? I just feel a dull, throbbing ache all over. I feel kinda
spaced out though
Yheyve just kept pumping drugs into you the last few days
Jo, you passed out in the street and when they bought you here they
decided to keep you sedated for a while, let you settle. Its Tuesday
Indeed it is., the man in the white coat interjected, and
Miss Carlyle here is very lucky to be seeing it. You lost quite a lot
of blood young lady, and we didnt want you to wake up until youd
had a chance to get a little of your strength back. You had a little more
colour in your cheeks this morning and though its not very scientific
its usually a good indicator that patients are ready to wake.
Its nice to be back.
I guess I should tell you whats happened to you since youve
been here then. Medical information is private, but your friend can stay
if you want.
Are you sure Jo?
Lucy, I need you just now, if thats OK.
The doctor drew up another chair next to Lucy.
First things first. As Lucy said its Tuesday now. You
were transferred here on Sunday night from the local A&E, where I
gather youve spent a lot of time lately. Lucy insisted that you
were transferred to a private hospital for treatment as soon as youd
I gather from your notes that when you arrived there you were unconscious,
having lost a lot of blood through your injuries. It would seem that the
car hit your left leg first - well come back to that in a minute
though. Can you tell me why your leg was already in plaster?.
I fell over in high heels in the street, and it hurt a lot so a
friend took me to A&E. They said my ankle might be broken, and put
it in that. I went back for another X-ray a few days later, and they said
there was inflammation or something so they still werent sure but
had to be safe and leave the plaster on.
Well, youll be glad to hear your ankle wasnt, and still
isnt, broken. The fibreglass cast (we dont use plaster much
now) took most of the force of the impact reducing the severity of your
direct injuries, but your leg twisted very badly and both bones in your
lower leg broke about the level of the top of the cast. The bone in your
upper leg, the femur, also suffered damage at its distal end along
with the rest of your knee, which was frankly something of a mess.
Hearing this account of the damage, both Lucy and Jo were slowly turning
There was also impact damage to your right ankle, but that was a
straightforward fracture and has been set in a cast as you see. Your left
leg wasnt so simple. After you arrived here, I operated on your
leg for 5 or 6 hours, and Ive put in a number of metal rods and
plates to try to hold your bones together. Once the swelling goes down,
well cast it too to give external support. Its going to take
some time and hard work on your part Jo, but I think we can get you back
the use of the leg, and in time I hope you will be able to walk without
crutches or a cane, but the range of movement you have in that knee is
going to be reduced quite significantly.
Jo was starting to shake by now, and Lucy reached over to cradle her in
Jo babe, it could have been a lot worse
The surgeon glared at her and Lucy went silent. In Jos current state
she missed the unspoken exchange.
Chapter 10: Progress
The next few days were uneventful. Lucy visited Jo every day, although
she returned to work now. Paul had tried to come in, but Jo had refused
to see him. Jo started to decide that the powder blue SLC made her leg
look cute and childlike, and hoped the cast on her other leg would eventually
match. Her emotions were a roller coaster, and she was constantly afraid
of the prospects ahead of her. Secretly though, she looked forward in
some ways to some time in a wheelchair, and more on crutches. She hated
herself for those thoughts though.
Saturday brought with it the promised visit to the cast room. The surgeon
that had seen her regularly since she woke was quite cute in an older-man
kind of way, and she was looking forward to watching him apply an LLC.
General anaesthetic was offered and refused. Jo wasnt going to miss
a second of this.
Her bed was wheeled through the corridors intact, her leg still suspended.
In the orthopaedics suite they injected her with painkillers, and her
leg went all numb and rubbery. Lifeless.
They lowered her leg to the bed, and undid the Velcro that held it into
the splint. A wire cylinder was prepared with a length of stockinet, and
a nurse Anglea lifted her leg very gingerly out of the splint by the heel.
All eyes watched, but she didnt flinch. She didnt feel a thing.
Mr Giles examined her leg minutely before taking the cylinder up over
it, and pulling some of the stockinet onto her thigh, bunching it around
her groin. Very gently, he drew the cylinder down her leg, and off over
her foot, leaving a smooth covering of stockinet as he did. I need
one of those Jo thought, the excitement at the prospect of a real
The application of the padding was a little more of a problem, and when
she tried to help support her leg by tensing the muscles she started to
feel pain once more. Her eyes told the story.
Just try to relax Jo, Angela and I will support the limb. Let us
do the hard work.
Jo needed no further bidding. He first experiment in controlling her own
leg had been an expensive one, and was not something she was in a hurry
Now for the tough bit Jo, you need to tell me what colour you want.
Mr Giles has prepared matching powder blue tape, but if you want we can
use a different colour. We might even talk him into putting another layer
on your existing cast if you still want them to match!
The blue is fine, just make sure you make a neat job of it. I dont
suppose you know the name of a matching shade of nail polish?
The girls laughed as the surgeon looked on despairingly.
Application of the fiber followed. Jo tried to relax, but the excitement
was too much, as layer after layer was applied. Her foot was nearly perpendicular
to her calf, and her knee was slightly bent as the cast fizzed and steamed,
setting hard. Mr Giles took a real pride in his work, moulding the fiber
carefully and smoothing it repeatedly even over the form of her foot,
away from the injury sites.
Well done Jo, I have to say I really expected that to be more painful
It hurt a lot when I tried tensing my muscles, but once you got
me to relax it was fine.
What do you think of my handiwork then? Looks like youll
be stuck with it for nearly 2 months so youd better start getting
used to it!
Well, I dont reckon Ill be doing much dancing or swimming
Probably not a good idea!
but I guess Ill just have to live with that..
After nearly a week tied to the special orthopaedic bed frame Jo was at
last transferred to an ordinary trolley for the ride back to her room.
I reckon the doc will let you have a wheelchair soon., Angela
said encouragingly, But not until you have got used to that new
cast, and can lift it under your own steam.
With that incentive I think that could be quite soon. It might hurt
a bit, but I really want to get mobile again.
Well, after a week of doing nothing you may find it a bit of an
effort just sitting up for extended periods, let alone pushing yourself
Angelas words of wisdom proved to be prophetic, and the next few
days were very trying for Jo, struggling to acclimatise to the wheelchair.
Even just getting into it was a challenge since she wasnt allowed
to bear weight on either cast. By the following weekend though Jo could
transfer from the bed to the chair and the chair to the toilet with a
minimum of fuss, and the pain she felt with every movement at first had
On the Monday, the doctor felt Jo had improved sufficiently to be allowed
something of a treat. Lucy had an IT training course that would take her
away until the weekend, so she had agreed with Mr Giles that she could
take Jo to the coffee shop across the road, take her for her first trip
outside the hospital since the accident.
Right Jo, hold on tight Im taking you for a ride.
Where are we going?
Youll find out
Jo hadnt seen much beyond her room, the bathroom and the plaster
room during her stay in hospital, so she soon found herself in unfamiliar
corridors. When she realised Lucy was heading towards an outside door
she started to get concerned.
Lucy, were not going outside
Look at me for gods sake, Im a wreck. No make up
Thats not true, Lucy laughed at her friends protestations,
that nail polish matches the cast perfectly! Anyway, you look pretty
good all things considered. As long as that flimsy skirt doesnt
blow in the wind youll be fine
Look, were just going across the road for a coffee. Itll
do you good to get out. Youre going to be in those casts for a long
time and youll have to face the outside world sometime!
By this time the girls were on the pavement outside the main entrance
to the hospital. A black vest top and a linen skirt complemented Lucys
tanned figure, her long legs ending in heeled sandals. She pushed Jos
hospital issue wheelchair slowly, allowing Jo to feel the gaze of passers-by.
Jo had on a cotton navy knee-length skirt, from which her left leg extended
in its pale blue prison to the almost horizontal support. Her right knee
still looked a little bruised from the accident, the skin taught where
it bent to allow the SLC to sit on the foot-rest.
Jo found a table in the window, and they
sat for nearly an hour, chattering cheerfully and enjoying the sunshine.
If only it had been sunny the other day, this would never have happened.
I cant believe Im hearing this, youre having some
kind of casters fantasy!
Give it time Lucy, Im still a bit wrapped up in the pain thing
just now. Its fine when I sit but transferring in and out of this
chair is still real agony sometimes.
Still, look at you. You are the extreme casting girl, sitting there
in wheelchair in a LLC and SLC. We have to get some photos!
Id thought of that already, Ill definitely enlist your
help when I get home
I quite fancy taking some saucy ones too, just
to stir up some reaction.
Well I guess we could do that
, Lucy leaned in and met
Jos eyes and raised an eyebrow, we could even take some very
saucy ones just for us. In fact, forget the photos. I just want to enjoy
you in those casts.
And here was me thinking you were a nice heterosexual girl
Well I was until you got me started after you put me in the LLC!
Humph, Still are really. Like me. Youre the only girl Ive,
Really? I assumed
That I was bi? I guess in a way I am because I enjoyed you, but
I enjoyed you and a guy even more. And its fair to say I had a reasonable
time with Paul
Youre just a kinky little bitch at the end of the day, arent
Yes, little miss innocent. I guess I am.
Their gaze finally broke., but only because they both allowed their eyes
to fall closed as they leaned in and their lips brushed. The kiss was
brief but electrifying, exciting but comfortable. It lasted only a few
seconds, before they both sat back. Somehow, all between them was healed.
Chapter 11: Set-backs
Lucy dropped Jo back on the ward, and headed off on her trip feeling more
at ease than she had since the day of the accident. She had always felt
responsible for getting Jo into casting, for abandoning her, for taking
her to the mall. She felt guilt at not being beside Lucy to help her when
she had slipped, and she was still gripped with horror every time the
car raced towards Jo in her dreams.
Jos sleep that night was also interrupted, haunted by dreams. As
she tossed and turned, the real pain in her legs mixed in her mind with
the impact of the car, and the moment she had stopped trying to pull herself
from its path loomed up over her like a storm cloud.
The morning brought respite from the dream, but not from the pain. Her
right leg had been starting to settle nicely into its cast, to become
a bearable appendage rather than a stabbing enemy. Today the knife-like
pain returned with every move, and a dull throbbing engulfed the limb.
It was all Jo could do to sit up to read, and breakfast held no appeal.
She slept for most of the morning, and by lunchtime she was becoming feverish,
the spark leaving her eye. Mr Giles visited about five times during the
afternoon. Jo lost count. At first the painkillers helped a little, and
she was vaguely aware of other injections too, but as evening came she
was nearly incoherent, moaning whenever she accidentally moved and the
pain hit. Around dinnertime, Mr Giles sedated her. The painkillers alone
had ceased to be sufficient.
Jo remained unconscious for nearly 2 days, waking again on Wednesday afternoon.
Mr Giles was still with her, as was the pain.
Jo, can you hear me.
Here, take a little water.
Jo, I need you to listen to me. Your right leg has developed an
infection in the wound at the base of the femur where I operated. Weve
been treating it with antibiotics, and yesterday while you were asleep
we cut out a panel from your cast so we could take some samples. Jo, you
have what we call a resistant strain infection. It has taken hold in you
leg and is preventing healing, and its spreading in your blood.
The next place it is likely to take hold is in organs like your liver
and kidneys, or even your heart. If it does that it will almost certainly
be fatal within a few weeks.
Dont try to talk just now, Ill try to explain and you.
The infection in your leg looks pretty serious. I want to operate again,
to try to remove the infected tissue, the problem is I think there is
too much. Ill try my best Jo, but I think your best chance of survival
is if I amputate your leg.
Eyes wise. Hyperventilating. Trying to scream. Oxygen.
Jo, I cant operate unless you sign a form, and I wont
do anything you dont want me to. I cant even promise it will
work, the infection could already have spread. There is hope though, because
the antibiotics are good at combating single bacterial cells in the bloodstream.
Its the clumps of infection, like in your leg, that we cant
treat. Jo, without radical treatment I dont think youll last
another week. Realistically, I think theres only a one in a hundred
chance I can get the infected areas without amputating mid thigh. The
way I see it its a life or death choice, and Ive seen you
already, youre a fighter. If you say no now, we can still do the
procedure tomorrow, or the next day, but the odds get worse with every
delay, and the surgery required could become even more radical.
I have to, dont I. Whimpered.
I dont see any other way open to you, except giving up.
And now, dear reader, it is time for me to confess, to come clean. This
narrative is in fact my diary, albeit written after the event. You may
have gathered this by now, or maybe not. I have not read it over and I
cant remember if I let slip. At first I thought writing it might
prove cathartic, might help me to exorcise my demons. I think it has,
and I am now at peace with myself. I need that peace because I am no longer
certain I have a future. I see no future beyond the words, Now,
relax and count backwards from 10 slowly. I cannot conceive a life
with only one leg, a life as an amputee. As a cripple.
A part of me hopes that this is my swansong, that I die during the procedure.
I havent yet decided whether I will leave this document for Lucy
or ask that it be destroyed. I love Lucy you see, and I know that reading
it will cause her pain as well as joy. She blames herself for setting
me on the path that led to this unhappy situation. Myself? I dont
blame her. It was an accident after all, and although I will never know
the truth for sure, I think I had the power to save myself from it, but
instead chose to surrender myself to fate.
Once again now I surrender myself to fate. Maybe I will tell what fate
brings me this time. If not, Goodbye.