With a nod of affirmation, I acknowledged the monitor's reassuring data. Alexandra was poised for the next chapter of our audacious experiment. Her trust in my vision, her determination to explore the boundaries of controlled fracture, had brought us to this pivotal moment.
That's a lot of bla bla to say we were ready, our eyes locked in a shared understanding, and I whispered,
"Alexandra, you're ready for this, you will look so amazing leaning on your crutches, cast elevated and also throughout the long process of healing and rehabilitation. You know I have to ask one last time. Are you prepared for all the possible consequences?"
Her voice tinged with excitement, while she replied, "I've never been more ready Vivian. Let's proceed please."
With Alexandra's consent, since everything was being recorded and videotaped I said, "we ventured into the uncharted territory of a controlled experience: broken tibia and fibula of a right leg, female, 26 years old." I was poised and ready.
I initiated the procedure on the computer system. As it slowly began to twist Alexandra's beautiful foot and leg. It was a surreal sight, one that blurred the lines between science and art and fiction. I hopped on my one leg and one crutch to her and I took her hand and kissed it.
She smiled at me and to my surprise she took the same hand and pressed it down against my hip...
As the computerized table proceeded slowly, Alexandra's ligaments bore the initial strain, stretching in response to the twisting force being applied. I monitored her vital sign closely, also talking to her,
"Alexandra, how are you feeling? Any discomfort?" but before answering she slowly lifted my skirt up...Along my one leg and stump...
Alexandra's voice held a hint of strain as she replied, "It's intense, but I expected that, Vivian."
What I didn't expect was to feel her fingers against my pantyhose covered residual limb. For one second I closed my eyes enjoying my stump being touched and caressed by her. It was so erotic, sensual and...totally unexpected.
The twist continued smoothly and the room seemed to hold its collective breath. My professional eyes were trained on Alexandra's leg, the ligaments were stretching as they endured the controlled forces.
Her hand and fingers slid along my stump and inside my pantyhose. But she wasn't done, she thrusted one long finger deep inside my vagina, I tried not to show any sexual reaction but It was useless.
Then, with a distinct yet subdued sound, a ligament gave way. Alexandra's eyes widened, the fingers of one hand gripping the sides of the table while her other finger was against my clitoris. She spoke through gritted teeth,
"I felt that doctor." She knew I was a doctor.
"I feel you too," I replied, shaking slightly.
I tried to keep my voice steady. "That's a ligament tear, a natural response to the forces we're applying. You're doing remarkably well, Alexandra." At the same time I was panting inside me and begging for more from this young woman whose leg was about to be broken.
As the Fracture Table continued its progression, my focus shifted to the tibia and fibula,the two bones that bore the brunt of the twisting forces. It was a sensual dance of biomechanics and bone resilience, a controlled journey through the sensation of fractures. Just the proper pressure, no more, no less.
I tried to steal a glance down between my leg and stump. My hips pushed against her hand and fingers.
"Alexandra, you're doing great," I said, my voice a reassuring presence, I was trying to regain some control.
"Remember, we're exploring the minor limits of your leg resilience. Everything will stop with the break"
Alexandra's face reflected a mix of determination and obviously pain. "I can feel the strain on my bones, Vivian, Dr. Caldwell. It's like a controlled chaos inside me." And yet she was pleasing me sexually with methodical precision with her fingers, 2 to be precise now, my leg felt weak. She was using the same precision sexually that I was medically breaking her tibia and fibula.
As the procedure continued, the tension in the room mounted. With every twist of the Fracture Table, the tibia and fibula endured the strain, resisting the forces applied but for how long?
She heard me moaning, she steadied me on one leg from inside my vagina. My orgasm was building so fast. Then, with a final, definitive twist...a fracture occurred, that crackling sound.
Alexandra's leg buckled slightly on the table, and she let out a controlled breath, biting her lip from the pain in her broken leg.
"I felt it break, Dr. Caldwell. It happened I'm sure." She timed her thrusts to correspond with the phase of her controlled fracture. She was against my clitoris so damn slowly that my stump twitched out of control. I moaned louder and louder and so did Alexandra but for a different reason.
My eyes gleamed with a mixture of lust, pride and fascination. "You've experienced it, Alexandra, you've broken your leg for the first time."
While we both regained control and the procedure completed, the Fracture Table gently returned Alexandra's pretty little foot to its original position.
I proceeded with the next step, with gloved hands, expertly trained and guided by a profound fascination, I examined her broken leg. I could feel the subtle irregularities beneath my touch, the slight displacement of the tibia that had occurred with the twist. Alexandra's leg had responded as intended. Her well-being was paramount, and I was determined to ensure that her leg healed perfectly.
"Alexandra I need to realign your tibia before I apply your first medical leg cast" She nodded looking into my eyes.
With the precision of a skilled surgeon, I initiated the realignment process. My gloved hands, cool and steady, exerted gentle pressure on her broken leg, guiding the tibia back into its rightful position. Alexandra's controlled breaths mirrored my own concentration. As I felt the tibia realign, a profound sense of satisfaction washed over me.
"Let's get that beautiful leg in a cast Alex"
In the intimate confines of the special room in my own house, Alexandra's eyes, filled with gratitude, affection and sexual attraction. Her eyes met mine. Without a word, she gently pulled me closer, our lips meeting in a passionate yet tender kiss. Our tongues danced until...
"Vivian I need to tell you a secret" At that precise moment, looking at her broken leg, I felt my age when the lyrics of Pretty Little Liars came to my mind.
Got a secret,
Can you keep it?
Swear this one you'll save.
Better lock it in your pocket,
Taking this one to the grave.
If I show you then I know you
Won't tell what I said.
Cause two can keep a secret
If one of them is dead.
Part 4 to come
K
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