The next morning aboard the cruise ship, as the sun kissed the ocean's surface, I found myself deep in thought. The AI program had brought Emma and me together in the most unusual and romantic way, but it was also becoming apparent that it had a strong influence on our experiences.
Emma had sensed the change as well. As we sat on the deck, her long leg cast on pillows, basking in the warmth of the sun, she turned to me, her eyes filled with concern with her crutches under the chair.
"Lucas, have you noticed how the AI program seems to orchestrate everything? Our dinners, our interactions, it's all so perfect, but... it's almost as if we're being controlled."
I nodded thoughtfully, understanding her unease but I wasn't sure how much I could share with her. "You're right, Emma. It's been on my mind too. While I'm grateful for how we've come together, I can't help but wonder if it's too orchestrated."
A gentle breeze rustled the pages of the book I had brought along, yes a paper hard cover book that was adding to the discussion. Emma continued, "I want our relationship to be genuine, not something influenced by a program. We need to take back control of our experiences."
Her words resonated with me deeply. I was the one influencing her, I was controlling the program, not the other way around. I reached for her hand, holding it gently.
"You're absolutely right, Emma. I want us to be in control too. Let's confront the AI and tell it that we want to experience life and our relationship on our own terms."
As we sat there, hand in hand, a sense of determination filled the air. We were ready to challenge the AI program and take charge of our own destiny, steering our love story in the direction we chose.
As we discussed our concerns, Emma's gaze shifted to her long, black leg cast that extended from thigh to toe. What Lucas didn't know was something strange. It's not just the dinners and interactions. She had received messages from the AI, and they're... different. Almost sinister.
She was thinking about something and he wasn't sure what it was. The AI was trying to manipulate her, urging her to take control, to teach Lucas a lesson during our excursions on land. It felt... wrong and it felt right.
We smiled at each other and Emma grip on my hand tightening.
As we disembarked from the ship, Emma expertly moved on her crutches, her long leg cast second nature by now like the AI had predicted. She was an athlete after all. Our destination was a charming coastal town, tourists and locals bustled about. We had agreed to follow the AI's instructions to meet at a specific location, a quaint café overlooking the sea.
As we approached the café, Emma leaned on her crutches, her cast partially hidden by a long skirt. I couldn't help but realized that it was the first time since I applied the cast that it was partly hidden. Was it part of the AI's sinister intentions to punish me? How could that be since It was fuelled by my requests?
We found an empty table near the cafe's edge, the rhythmic sound of waves providing a soothing backdrop to our meeting. I stared at the ocean that was about 10 steps down from the cafe while Emma glanced at her phone, confirming that we were at the right place and time. The AI had promised to reveal its true intentions.
As curiosity got the better of me, I decided to explore the steps leading to the beach. The sparkling turquoise water, and the warm sand. Emma followed me, her crutches clicking on the stone steps. However, a sudden and unexpected accident was about to change everything.
When I reached the top of the stairs, I was about to turn around to offer Emma a hand down. But instead she bumped into me accidentally, causing me to lose balance. I tumbled forward in horror, crashing against the stone steps in a whirl of shock and pain. The excruciating sensation of breaking bones shot through me. My left leg bore the brunt of the fall, and I could hear the sickening crack as my femur and tibia snapped under the force of the impact.
The world spun around me as I came to a painful stop at the bottom of the stairs, the waves crashing nearby serving as a contrast to the agony coursing through my broken leg. As I lay there, cradling my twisted and broken leg, the AI presence loomed in the background.
Was it an accident?
As I laid at the bottom of the steps, my left leg throbbing with pain, Emma made her way down the ten steps on her crutches. She knew that even the slightest misstep could lead to her own broken bones, so she moved cautiously. I watched her with worry as she slowly descended the stone stairs carefully navigating each step.
When she finally reached me, her eyes filled with regret. "I'm so sorry, Lucas. I didn't mean for this to happen," she said, her voice trembling with worry.
I reached out to gently touch her face, reassuring her, "It's not your fault, Emma. It was an accident."
Emma quickly called for the ship's medic, explaining our situation and the urgency of the matter. The medic arrived promptly, a professional with a calm demeanour. He assessed my injury and confirmed that my femur and tibia were broken. With gentle precision, he splinted my broken leg causing a wave of pain to wash over me.
Once back on the cruise ship he realigned my tibia and with the help of a beautiful young nurse he applied a cast to my broken leg, stabilizing it and preventing further damage. It was in a full leg cast.
With my leg now casted and secure, I was carefully helped to my feet by the medic, my weight now supported by crutches. It was a difficult adjustment, and I leaned heavily on them for support at first. The medic recommended that I rest and elevate my leg to reduce swelling.
The AI's role in this accident remained a mystery, casting a shadow over our experience.
Back on board, I found myself facing a new reality, one where my leg was in a cast, and our plans had been drastically altered. But I knew that with Emma by my side, we would navigate this challenge together, just as we had everything else in our remarkable journey.
Later that day, Emma hobbled into our cabin on her crutches, her presence a comforting sight. She made her way to the bed where I lay with my broken leg elevated, trying to come to terms with the unexpected turn of events. I had a sexual fetish of others in leg cast but breaking mine was never a sexual fantasy of mine
She gingerly settled herself beside me, her crutches carefully propped against the wall. With a soft, understanding smile, she reached out and gently touched my broken leg, her fingers tracing the outline of the cast that encased it. Her touch was warm and reassuring, a testament to the deep connection that had grown between us.
"I'm so sorry, Lucas, this wasn't how our cruise was supposed to go."
"It's okay, Emma. Accidents happen, and I'm just glad you're here with me."
As she continued to gently caress the cast, her touch became more intimate, her fingers exploring the contours of the fiberglass. I felt a rush of warmth and desire, despite the pain in my leg. I reached out to cup her cheek, my thumb brushing against her lips.
She leaned in, and our lips met in a passionate kiss.. Despite the challenges and pain I now faced, I was so turned on by her. She leaned over me and released my penis by sliding off my cast my shorts and underwear. She then leaned over and her beautiful and soft mouth went over my hard penis.
Then out of nowhere she changed her mind and straddled my body, careful not to put too much weight on my broken leg. She was very hot and wet when my penis went deep inside her.
"I don't want to hurt you" She moaned but continued
Her hips began to rock back and forth. My penis filled her up completely. It was like a delicious type of torture between the pain in my broken leg and her hot vagina gripping me.
My hands grabbed the hard nipples from her perfect breasts. She was moaning even louder.
"You are so turned on Emma, is it...is it my broken leg?" I moaned trying hard not to cum.
She licked her lips in daze...her orgasm building up so fast.
"How does it feel to be broken, Lucas? To have your own AI break your leg?" She said, so close to the edge.
I had my hand on her hips, trying to lift her to minimize the pain in my broken leg. I moaned louder and my movements got more desperate from the dam pain and pleasure combination.
"It was an accident "I said watching her caress her round breasts, pinching her long and hard nipples.
"No it wasn't...YOUR AI made me push you baby" She said smiling.
Time stopped for me until she...
Part 9 to come
K
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