Thursday, June 22, 2023
The Secret Society part 1
Hi, I'm Veronica, and it's been three months since I graduated from journalism school. I had high hopes of securing a full-time job by now, but reality hit me hard. Although I didn't mind capturing scenic landscapes and animals through my lens, I craved something more.
Throughout college, I daydreamed about becoming a photojournalist, covering global hotspots and making a difference. However, the actuality I faced was far from those dreams.
Currently, I spend hours glued to my computer screen, immersing myself in captivating photographs from various conflicts around the world. Through the lenses of those courageous photographers, I see the world and envision myself, a petite redhead standing at 5 feet 5 inches with long red hair tied back in a ponytail, racing around to capture that one photo capable of altering the course of the war I'm covering.
But instead of changing the outcome of a war, my current assignment involves influencing the fate of the most powerful woman in my state, Karla Stewart.
On June 24, I met with a magazine that introduced me to Karla Stewart.
"Do you know her?" they asked.
"I only know her by name. We've never met," I replied.
"Our goal is for you to become her official photographer and then infiltrate her company and organisation. We want to uncover the secrets of that enigmatic society."
"If you succeed and provide us with compelling material for a front-page story, I'm willing to offer you a permanent job at our magazine."
I looked at him, contemplating the opportunity. "That sounds great. But what do you think this secret society is all about?"
"I'd rather not speculate. We want you to go in with fresh eyes, making it harder for them to detect your presence as an intruder."
"That makes sense. But why me? You never told me why your esteemed magazine chose me."
"To be honest, Karla has three preferences:
1-She adores young women.
2-She has a thing for cute, short, redheads.
3-She loves being photographed, especially in her new clothes and at secret society events."
"So, I fit her taste and requirements."
"Yes, Veronica, you certainly do."
"Great. When do I start?"
We shook hands, the old-fashioned way, something people rarely do nowadays.
"Just one last thing. Don't underestimate Karla and her clients. They're extremely wealthy, and 95% of them are women who want to indulge in their darkest fantasies, some legal and some very illegal."
"Don't worry, I won't become one of their playthings."
"We've arranged a meeting for you on Monday. It's a fortunate timing since her photographer had a minor accident and won't be able to fulfill her duties. The poor lady broke her leg in a skydiving mishap."
I must admit, when I saw Karla in person for the first time, I was left speechless.
No photograph could do her justice. The extra 10 to 15 pounds she had gained since her modelling years only enhanced her physical perfection. She was undeniably attractive.
Our meeting took place at her flagship store on Rodeo Drive. As I entered, she was engrossed in conversation with another woman, giving me a chance to observe her closely. Standing tall at around 5'10", she possessed long blonde hair that cascaded freely, a captivating smile, and a cute petite nose.
She was tall and slender, with firm and shapely breasts, possibly augmented. Her classy attire displayed just the right amount of cleavage. What had earned her millions over the years were her long, well-toned legs that remained in perfect shape.
I apologize for the detailed physical description. Some men who read my stories claim that no woman would describe another woman in such a way. I don't see women as mere objects; I admire them, and sometimes I'm physically attracted to them. As a photographer, it's crucial for me to understand the strengths and weaknesses of my subjects.
Karla Stewart had no apparent weaknesses. I needed to dig deeper.
She introduced herself, but it took me a moment or two to register her words. I was a bit starstruck. For one of the very few times in my life, I wished I had dressed better for this encounter. I was wearing a skirt, blouse, and modest 2-inch heels, nothing revealing that would showcase my small, perky breasts.
I was no model, just a photographer.
"It's too late to change anything now," I thought to myself as I strolled through the exquisite store with Karla. She didn't waste time on unnecessary words, but her smile compensated for it.
One could tell she was a busy woman, always ready to move on to the next thing, yet her smile conveyed a sense of importance she attributed to our meeting. I felt it.
Two women entered the store and went straight to Karla. She excused herself and engaged in a conversation with them. I discreetly distanced myself but kept a watchful eye on the trio. Although Karla didn't require my assistance, I was intensely curious about the argument unfolding between her and the duo.
A few minutes later, she closed the store, and together we walked towards the parking lot. It was then that I received my first work-related request.
"I have a friend coming to the store tomorrow after hours, and I would like some casual photos. Are you up for it?"
"Yes, Karla, it would be my pleasure. What time should I be here?"
"How about 10 p.m.? It will be just the three of us."
"I'll be here."
Her private driver arrived to pick her up, and she bid me goodnight. I caught a quick glimpse of the driver, a man in his mid-twenties. I chuckled at the thought of Karla robbing the cradle with this young man.
Later that evening, as I reflected on the upcoming assignment, I realized I needed to pay close attention to Karla's actions and words around the office. Was the driver her boyfriend, a casual fling, or merely a coworker? Was she meeting someone from that secret society?
Part 2 to come.
K
The Secret Society prologue
Hello I'm Veronica Wright and this is my life story.
Well not quite. I just graduated from journalism with a specialty in photojournalism. After graduation and sending close to 100 resumes with no success the reality hit me in the face.
I needed to work. I really needed money.
When a famous magazine approached me to do an undercover photojournalism piece, in a secret society involving one of the most powerful women in my state.
I said yes right away.
She was a multi level woman. Business woman, owner of a chain of high end expensive women clothing stores and possibly the leader of the secret society. Karla was so gorgeous, with secrets.
This is more her life story then mine, even if I became very involved.
Enjoy
Veronica
Part 1 to come
The influencer conclusion
Emma POV
When he woke up he looked all around, unable to move for different reasons.
"Where is my wife?"
"She's gone to your place, packing, she's leaving you Jeff"
"You crazy bitch what did you do to me?"
I smiled, sitting on the floor, cast and leg spread. He was staring at me. One of my fantasies was to masturbate while my stalker was tied up. Not really, I just made that up.
With the help of nurse Sindy, I had Jeff's two legs casted while he was unconscious. Then Daniel tied his wrist to the headrest of my bed. What a sight, he was totally naked except for wearing two full leg cast spread eagles.
"Did you break both my legs?"
I shuddered while my fingers moved from my breasts down to rub my vagina.
"No just recreational casts"
My fingers slid inside me, moving quickly. I stared at his penis, at his leg casts while my body shook with pleasure. He was staring at me, enjoying the sounds I was making while my orgasm rocked my body..
"Emma, untie me."
"No." "You like to watch me don't you Jeff?"
I grabbed my crutches and made my way to the bed, dropped them and hopped on the bed beside him. I leaned over him, over his hard penis, in total control I licked him. My tongue and lips are teasing it. My cast was beside his face, he licked my toes.
I then stood and hopped to the end of the bed. With his hard cast between my legs I slid up along towards his penis again. He was shaking with excitement when my vagina was over his penis, barely sliding inside me. I was teasing him with my wetness all over his penis when I pulled up and off it.
"You want me don't you?"
"Yes"
"Why did you hurt me Jeff? Why did you step on my arm and ankle?" I was rubbing myself, inches from his erected penis, leaning above him again. He was throbbing trying to lift his hips higher but he couldn't reach my wet vagina.
He didn't answer. He was staring, not exactly sure what was coming next.
"Let's do it" I said and nurse Sindy, my good friend, came in the room with a wheelchair. We untied Jeff and she helped him into the wheelchair. Zipped tied both his hands to the chair. Both his long casts were on the leg rest. He was speechless and maybe a bit concerned.
"Here is what's going to happen next. Nurse Sindy will remove your leg casts while I get changed. I want to look good for the final event of the day. Before you leave us I mean. I think you learned
your lesson for now. Do you agree Jeff?"
"Yes, I won't bother you anymore"
When I came back, I looked totally different. Maybe a new persona with brand new clothes, nothing too good for my stalker.
Yeah right.
He looked at me on my crutches, following my every step. I was wearing a mid thigh black leather skirt, showing my muscular leg and my long cast. Black stockings covered both, it's rare I wear anything over my broken leg but this persona demanded it. A black pointed toe, 5 inch stiletto knee high boot looked amazing on my leg. My hair was in a ponytail and the outfit was completed with a very tight fitting white blouse and no bra. My nipples were fully erected.
He was looking at my firm ass inside the skirt when I twirled to show him.
"You like what you see Jeff?"
"You look like a slut."
"You really shouldn't have said that."
I made my way behind the wheelchair, dropped my crutches to the floor and pushed the chair outside the room towards the staircase. I was hopping and using the chair for support. When we got to the edge of the stairs he looked back at me.
"What are you doing?"
"Me? Nothing but you, I have plans for you Jeff."
"The next time we meet, I will kill you little influencer."
I pulled out a small knife and untied his hands from the wheelchair. In one swift motion I pushed him down the stairs. At first he tried to move his legs but having been in the casts all day, no luck with the legs. His left hand went for the railing but missed it, impacting hard against the steps, but he didn't slide down.
I hopped back, grabbed my crutches and came back closer to the edge. My cast inches from his face.
"Down you go Jeff"
I poked him with my left crutch and then everything happened so fast. Yes he was falling but at the same time, by pure reflex, he grabbed my cast, my broken leg. Wrapping around it he pulled me down the long staircase with him.
On the way down my left arm was caught in the railing and snapped. It was broken just above my wrist but the worse was to come. The impact of both our bodies, me on top of him, with the hard floor was a lot worse for him. We heard a loud cracking sound in his back.
He let go of my cast but didn't move, he didn't even try to escape.
"I broke my arm and my cast is broken." I said looking at him.
My broken arm was against my breasts and with the other I was trying to realign the 2 parts of my long leg cast. It was impossible with only one arm.
"I can't feel my legs" He said, "I think I broke my back".
I looked at him, then with one hand I managed to crawl to the living room, to my phone. I knew my arm was broken and my leg was re-broken the way my cast had snapped in 2 parts. Both my skirt and blouse were ripped, and I had banged my face on the way down. I was bleeding above my right eye, a bad cut.
"Call for help, I'm paralyzed from the hip down you bitch" He yelled at me.
"911 what is your emergency?"
"I was attached in my house, he beat me up, pushed me down the stairs but we both felt down"
"Are you OK, miss? Help is on the way."
"No I'm not, He broke my arm and I think I re-broke my leg during the fall."
"OK it won't be long, police and EMT a few minutes away. Has the intruder left the house?"
"No, he is still here."
"Is he injured?"
That was the question, was he injured, yes. Did he deserve to be punished? Yes.
"He has, a sore back I think"
The end
K
The influencer part 10
Stalker POV
I imagined my hands all over her and right away my penis reacted. I put away the camera, photos weren't going to be enough. I think she noticed that somebody or something was watching her.
Emma POV
I paused and stood on my crutches looking over the fence, into the trees. He was back, I could feel it. I turned and slowly made my way back into the house. I climbed the step to our bedroom and stood at the corner of our large bay window facing the backyard.
I squeezed my crutches when I saw him. I was ready and went back down the stairs, into the kitchen and prepared the glasses of wine. The backdoor wasn't looked, so he walked in quietly like a cat burglar. There he was stepping into my living room.
"You know Mr stalker that I could shoot you on the spot for invasion or trespassing right?"
I suddenly walked into his field of vision. I was wearing a lovely summer dress, Nike on my good foot, ¾ of my cast visible under my dress while standing on my crutches.
"OK Emma you got me, where do we go from here?"
"First, what do I call you? Male nurse? Stalker?, what's your name?"
"Call me Jeff,"
It's so strange, I wasn't mad that he was standing so tall in front of me. This had to end.
"I'm not mad Jeff. This has to end today. You see in a way you made me realise that beauty is really in the eyes of the beholder," I was moving ever so slightly and his eyes were glued to my broken leg. When he wasn't staring at my long cast, he was staring deep into my brown eyes."
"I agree with you Emma. You are a beautiful woman when you are all dressed up in heels and a beautiful cocktail dress, showing off your cleavage and legs. But to me your are stunning, I mean gorgeous in your leg cast, non weight bearing and leaning on crutches"
I could tell he wasn't lying. He was sexually turned on, with his penis fully erected in his jeans. I had to be careful. No broken bones today, at least not mine
"Are you a fetishist? Or a pervert?" I asked him
"Not at all, a stalker Maybe. I just appreciate sexy and strong woman"
"But you are married, what about your wife?" I stared in the direction of my husband's study and decided to sit on the living room couch. I lifted my broken leg and put it in full display on the coffee table. I'm sure Jeff noticed that I wasn't wearing any panties since my leg and cast were slightly spread.
"OK listen Emma, if I promise that I won't do it again are we good?"
I knew he was lying. I gently slid my left hand over my breasts while staring into his eyes. Then, my right hand slid over my cast, rubbing it ever so slightly, my nails making that sound across the rough surface of my cast. The front of his jeans was wet. Staring at my broken leg and hearing my nails, he felt a tingling sensation, like euphoria.
"I've had 8 long weeks Jeff, why should I trust you?, You don't think you need to be punished for what you did?"
"No I don't. My wife is a big fan of yours, she's a great lady. She got me into this fetish when we were both nursing students and then she quit the profession later on"
"OK, enough of all this crap, I want you out of my house. But first let's drink to peace and the stoppage of your stalking. Can you be so kind and grab the 2 glasses of wine from the kitchen please. Tough to do on crutches."
Here we were at the crossing road, the dangerous part of my plan. 50% chance of success. He came back with 2 glasses of wine.
I lifted my glass and said to Jeff,
"I sure hope I can trust you"
"Emma, I guess you will find out in the next few days or months if you made the right decision" He drank his wine like it was a beer in one shot.
"Well, to be honest, I don't trust you at all Jeff. '' I stood on my good leg and positioned the crutches under my arms. He felt the effect right away. His legs gave away and he was on the floor in seconds.
"What did you do to me?"
"You see Jeff, I don't play fair, I had both glasses spiked with Ketamine. You need to be punished for what you are doing to your lovely wife and to me."
He tried to move but couldn't feel his legs. He crawled pulling himself with his hands but quit and rolled on his back. That's when he first saw Daniel at the top of the staircase taking photos. He wasn't taking them from his sexy wife but of Jeff on the floor. He was still conscious for about a minute when we hit him with the second punch.
The door of the study opened up, his beautiful wife came out, on crutches, wearing a short leather skirt, tight fitting white blouse and 2 long metal callipers on her crippled legs. Her legs were not crippled, he knew that, what he didn't know was her fascination for crippled legs.
She was so beautiful, sexy and in control of her own forearm crutches.
She slid forward, towards her husband. The calipers were attached to 5 inch stilettos pumps and her paralysis allowed her to only slide both legs at the same time. From Jeff point of view on his back on the floor, she looked 6 feet tall.
"Oh my god"
"Sweet dreams honey"
That was the last thing he heard from his wife when he finally.
Conclusion to come
K
The influencer part 9
Emma POV
"If you could only have one, who would you pick? The beautiful and sexy office worker with the broken leg or the shapely and fun cheerleader with the broken ankle?"
"I don;t know Emma both sound fantastic"
"I need to decide the direction my social media will take, you need to pick one" I smiled at Daniel.
"Why pick one when I can have both?"
"Sorry, you can only have one" I lied, anybody that knows me knows that I need to be more than one persona. I rubbed my cast slowly against him, loving to do that because I loved his reactions.
"Well then I'm sure the cheerleader on her crutches can find herself a boytoy to play with, so I take the sexy, older and mature injured woman?
I leaned down and picked up my crutches. looking at Daniel I said, "Who wants a sexy office worker with a broken leg?" I walked on them,and I saw Daniel watching me like a prey, ready to jump me.
"I do, I want all the personas, cast or not Emma. Being on crutches and in your cast just makes you look a bit vulnerable. You look even more beautiful. It's so hard to explain."
Daniel came behind me and hugged me, his arms wrapping around me. He was kissing my neck and at the same playing with my hard nipples while his penis rubbed against my ass.
"you know I could take you right here right now, and there is nothing you can do". He then slid one his hand inside my yoga pants, rubbing my vagina.
I playfully fought back, but what could I do with a broken leg? He slid one finger deep inside me, my leg almost gave up from all the sexual tension building inside me. He then grabbed me and he lifted me on the kitchen counter. He slid my panties off along my broken leg.
I wrapped my good leg around him and pulled him closer to me. I was a bit limited with my broken leg but he loved to rub my cast. He leaned over and caressed my breasts slowly, rubbing my nipples with his thumbs.
I loved being touched by him.
He put my long cast over his shoulders and leaned in to lick my vagina. I groaned in relief as he spread my lips with his thumbs and he went deep with his tongue, sending waves throughout my body.
"Oh god" I cried from pure pleasure.
I released his penis and within seconds it was so hard again. My little fingers did magic on it. He twisted my nipples and I groaned. He was so good inside me that I shook when my orgasm rocked my broken body against his tongue.
With my broken leg still on his shoulder, he was the perfect height. He pushed his erected penis into me, I leaned back against his arms, shaking.
You could see the desire in both our faces. His penis went in and out faster and faster until he exploded deep into me and we both had an orgasm in perfect unison.
The stalker POV
I shifted uncomfortably in my chair and I think you know why. I was watching Emma sitting on the kitchen counter being fucked by her husband. This is wrong but after tracking her for weeks in her wheelchair at first and now on her crutches, she became the object of my deepest desires.
Ever since I stood on her broken ankle and shattered her arm, I've felt so bad. I deserved to be punished. When I was with my wife at night, Emma was haunting me. In my mind while looking at my beautiful wife coming back from work in her stilettos and a short business dress, showing off her legs that were so desirable. I saw Emma, smiling leaning on her crutches, that cast just protecting her injured leg, inviting me.
Making love slowly to my wife, pleasing each other was replaced by me staring into Emma brown eyes while shoving her against the wall while she loses her crutches, standing on one leg. We kissed passionately, her tongue teasing my tongue.
Daniel POV
Emma was so beautifully rocked by a second orgasm. Her strong leg pulled me deeper into her, her cast on my shoulder. She then slid her cast off and stood in front of me still kissing me. She twirled on her good foot like a ballerina, keeping her broken leg off the ground and to my surprise bent over the counter. She's never asked for that before there was no confusion on what she was asking of me.
What a sight, her cast slightly bent and her tight ass. I slowly rubbed against it. With one arm around her waist so that she doesn't put any weight on her broken leg, my other arm caressed her breasts and I kissed her neck and came all over.
Emma POV
I need to be honest, ever since breaking my leg, our love making session, sex has been better and better each week. I know it's hard to explain. I got more followers on my social media channels and yes I received more messages from my stalker.
His messages had changed over the weeks. From possible hate to more fantasies in his case. The creepy stalker vibe that I felt at the hospital, when I was under the impression that possibly the nice male nurse was my stalker, was also replaced by what would I do if I met him in person
Stalker POV
What will I do when I'm face to face with Emma again?
Here I was in my car, stalking Emma and her husband. I knew from the previous weeks that she was alone, he was away for 2 days and 1 night. Watching her on my various camera feeds wasn't enough anymore. I wanted to see her up close, to feel my broken little Influencer inches from me.
I walked to their fenced property, I was right behind her backyard. I had a perfect hiding spot. Yet I was there all night and never saw her at all. What a waste of time. Suddenly I heard her first before I even saw her. The classic sound of a beautiful lady on crutches. The heel hitting the ground followed by the thump of her crutches.
I literally stopped breathing.
Wow there she was on her crutches, stunning. Two perfect legs in their own ways. Her strong body, curvy with her long brown hair way past her shoulders. No pantyhose, no heels, no makeup, just a natural beauty, barefoot and on her precious crutches.
She was wearing a summer dress, loose and yet tight in all the right places. Her big brown eyes that he noticed the first time they met, when he attacked her first. Important to say again that I didn't push her down the stairs, she felt on her own.
In a way that made her even more stunning.
At first, I was happy taking a few photos. They needed to be close ups. Her lips, her eyes, her good leg, her breasts, her cast, yes her beautiful and sexy broken leg. But very soon after looking at her long and hard cast, I was in my mind anyway, ripping her dress off.
I imagined my hands all over her and right away my penis reacted. I put away the camera. Photos weren't going to be enough.
Part 10 to come
Wednesday, June 21, 2023
The influencer part 8
Emma POV
At first the comments on social media were very kind and positive. From, good luck girl to I'm sorry you broke your leg and everything in between. Then the thrash started commenting on my last photo and all the others. Nothing that I can repeat here, trust me.
Daniel had received an email from a famous energy drink company that wanted me to promote it while I was injured. Don't ask me why, but what they were willing to pay was just too much to pass on.
Maybe the intruder, the attacker, the stalker, I didn't know what to call him anymore was partly right. I've always loved the attention that my good look gave me but maybe I was going too far with the endorsements.
"How about you dress in the gym clothes they sent us and you move gracefully on your crutches before taking a sip of the energy drink?"
"You think so? You think that would sell the product? that even women with broken legs need energy drinks?"
"You can try it and see how you feel doing it"
I grabbed my crutches and stood with Daniel's help before heading to our bedroom. It's really not for me to say how I looked broken, in a cast wearing workout clothes.
I came out of the bedroom blushing. I decided on the fly to combine the new working out clothes and the energy drink. What about a sexy mature woman with a badly broken leg look. I decided to be kinda sexy.
I walked out in the living room and for a few seconds Daniel didn't take any photos. He just stared at me, at the combination of looks. I smiled. I felt like the sexy office worker goes to the gym to tell everybody she broke her leg and won't be able to exercise. She will need a long cast and crutches for a very long time.
Here I was leaning on my crutches, my long brown hair in a messy bun, with my old glasses that put all the emphasis on my big brown eyes. I took a step forward and smiled innocently, I was enjoying all this. Daniel stared at my sports bra, it was very thin and with every step I took on my crutches my breasts bounced, my nipples were literally poking through the fabric.
He was taking photos.
I turned slowly like models do, I should say like models would do if they were on crutches. Daniel saw me from behind, my yoga pants hugging my ass, stretched around my broken leg, all around my long cast. On my good leg the pants ended and where my sock started.
I turned to face him again, I could tell my sexy little office worker going to the gym was turning him on. His eyes moved down my cast to the sexy little pink sock over my casted foot. It was a little ankle sock that I stretched over my exposed toes and part of my foot.
I could tell he wanted to touch me and I wanted to be touched.
I moved my cast in his direction, I could almost feel his hands all over my yoga pants, exploring every inch of my long cast. I think that my photographer was getting distracted by the view I was giving him. I stopped and stared right into the video camera.
"I'm sorry guy's, I won't be able to exercise with you, as you can see I broke my leg. I will be in this cast and crutches for 6 weeks" I lifted my rigid cast up and smiled.
"But thanks to this energy drink, I can spend hours on crutches without feeling tired. '' I then teased him, took the energy drink to my lips and the blue liquid slid from my full lips down to my breasts and nipples and that's when Daniel yelled, cut.
Stalker POV
When I saw her emerge from the bedroom on Camera #3, I wondered, Emma, what are you doing? To me in those Yoga pants she looked nude and the way she moved was so sexually suggestive.
She didn't need to do that. Would it sell, yes no doubt. Was she hot and sexy, again no doubt.
"Emma, my little devil influencer, you need to be taught another lesson" I said, staring at the monitor and rubbing myself until I came all over my fingers.
Daniel pov
She came close to me and stared into my eyes for a reaction. She was clearly looking at the wrong part of my anatomy. I was so turned on, she was so beautiful and sexy. But then she added another layer to her pure sexual display.
She moved closer, smiling, breathing hard. She then dropped her crutches and just stood on her good leg, all the muscles tensing of her good leg. Her leg was strong and shaped like somebody would have done it by hand. From her small foot, healthy ankle, muscled calf, all the way up.
"Oh Emma, you have no idea how incredibly hot you are right now."
But she did and removed her sports bra and top. Balancing on her leg, her hips danced, her left hand was caressing her breasts rubbing her nipples. I have no idea how long she danced and stood like that. The whole world stopped while I stared at my injured wife.
"Daniel, can you pick me up please before I break my other leg"
I did and she smiled at me and kissed me.
"I think you were a bit horny watching your broken wife Daniel" She whispered in my ear, her breasts against me.
"I saw your full erection" I pulled her closer.
"To see you looking in total control on one leg while enjoying yourself and pleasing yourself, caressing your breasts was very hot, very sexy I admit."
While rubbing her cast against my leg, she kissed my neck and started rubbing my penis again.
"If you could only have one, who would you pick? The beautiful and sexy office worker with the broken leg or the shapely and fun cheerleader with the broken ankle?"
Part 9 to come
K
The influencer part 7
Emma POV
Trust me when I say that, the next morning when I left our bedroom on my crutches, I was very careful negotiating the long staircase. One step at the time, my broken leg leading the way to my kitchen.
"God I need a coffee so bad"
I was sipping my coffee and reading my messages and posting on my various social media channels when I saw one from "an influencer friend".
"Dear Emma, I didn't mean for you to be hurt like that. I wanted you to stop the teasing that's useless and created such a bad diversion, that's all. But let me be real clear, I won't hesitate to visit you again if I need to. By the way, you look amazing on crutches but be very careful what you do and say, "I can see you all the time."
I shivered at first after reading his message, I wrapped my short nightgown tighter around me. I stared at my long cast, my poor leg and I decided that I didn't care if he could hear me or even see me. I needed to put behind me his brutal attack. I didn't want to be a victim anymore. Yes I was injured but I wasn't afraid. Right there and then I decided to follow the suggestion from the cute orthopaedic technician.
To my surprise, a quick search on Google introduced me to a whole new world of 100's of fetishes. In some cases it didn't seem to matter if the women's were photogenic, it only mattered if she was exposing her version of the fetish. On other sites the ladies were obviously professional models, very sexy, tall, beautiful and perfect.
Maybe a bit too perfect. I wanted to offer the other side of this broken leg and cast fetish. It was just my opinion. I mean I don't know any, day to day women in a leg cast, naked for the camera spreading her legs.
I grabbed my phone and wondered what my first selfie in a cast should be. I first moved up my nightgown slightly to show a bit more of my broken leg and cast. I crossed my left leg over my cast and smiled. Even my crutches would show in the background leaning against the kitchen island. All very natural.
Looking at the photo I realized that I didn't need to show any cleavage and still be sexy. Nobody will know that I was actually naked under the nightgown with erected nipples, but both my legs were fully on display. My strong left leg, calf muscle, small foot and painted toes were eclipsed by my long pink cast. Looking from the fetishist point of view, the cast was slim, followed my whole leg, and it was the perfect protector for all my broken bones.
I posted the photo on all my platforms with the caption, I'mmm back.
"Oh my God," I blushed, reading the instant comments I received from men and some women. For a split second, I wondered what my stalker would think of that one single post?
Daniel walked in the kitchen staring at me, his phone in his hand. "Emma that photo you just posted is so beautiful, you look amazing even with no makeup and no sexy clothes." He came over and kissed my cheek before getting his own coffee.
The stalker POV
10 minutes after Emma's new post this morning, my wife came over and told me about Emma being back on social media. In 10 seconds I knew that I had failed, she was now exploiting her broken leg, that I was partly responsible for. I was embarrassed by my wife's reaction.
"I'm serious, she is so beautiful in that photo. I love it. She's injured but still proud of her assets and of being a woman."
I stared at my wife and said "You really think so? It's just a broken leg, after all you could also fall in the stairs and break yours"
"Is that how she broke her leg? How do you know? Are you telling me that I would also look in a leg cast like she does?"
Emma POV
Daniel wanted to post additional photos right away but I resisted and said no, let's wait. The likes and comments were still coming in at a crazy pace. Sometimes less is more if it's quality.
During the day, I decided that I needed to catch up on some mundane chores that were pushed aside since my attack. "Daniel I need scissors"
"What are you going to do with scissors?"
It took me 15 minutes to show him what I was going to do with them. I came out of our bedroom on my crutches and joined him. Leaning on them about 5 feet from him, he was staring at his wife with a very sensual look on his face.
Showing off some curves while still being elegant. My long brown hair was in a ponytail, I was wearing a red blouse and a denim jacket. I used the scissors to cut the one off my jeans leg to leave space for my long slim leg cast. I always loved those jeans, even if they were faded, they were still very tight fitting.
Daniel took a few photos while I crossed the room on my crutches, long pink cast totally grabbing all the attention. I wasn't selling anything today, no clothes from my clients.
It felt so strange that my broken leg, at the moment, had replaced my breasts when wearing shorts and a bikini top, as the focus point in the photos.
He slowed down taking the photos to zoom in on certain aspects of my situation. I knew my exposed toes were attracting his attention by taking a photo of my casted foot. He came behind me and took a shot of my ass and the back of my cast. Zooming on my ass cheek and the beginning of my cast. It was so hot with the sun peeking in through the window.
I think I have so much to learn about all this attention from being injured, being in a full leg cast, being on crutches. Maybe my young orthopaedic cast technician was right.
Part 8 to come
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The influencer part 6
Emma POV
He untied my blouse and bra, my arm cast under my breasts like if they were on display on top of my broken arm. He kissed my breasts, my nipples, neck and lips. I was so ready and wet. After removing my skirt along my leg and cast, he finished undressing me. We were both nude at the exception of both my long casts.
At first he teased me with his fingers along my vagina.
"You wont hurt me Daniel," I said, struggling to spread my legs.
He carefully positioned himself over me, his penis finding its way into my smooth and wet flesh, into me. I bit my lips and wrapped my broken arm around him, trying to pull him even deeper inside me but the pain inside my cast stopped me. When he came into me my whole body reacted, forgetting about my broken bones for a minute. The orgasm rocked me with waves of ecstasy.
2 weeks later we were at the hospital so ready to lose my arm cast and gain some mobility with my crutches.
"Can you hold the door of the elevator please?" Daniel asked the male nurse. He then turned my wheelchair and my long leg cast accidentally rubbed against the nurse.
"I'm so sorry, Eh I know you, weren't you the one that helped me when I was in the hospital after my attack?" I asked but knowing I knew him from somewhere else also.
"Yes it was me. Going to ortho I guess?"
"Yes, they are removing the cast on my arm today."
"Fantastic, it's Emma right? I bet you can't wait to get out of this wheelchair?" The stalker said because yes he is both, my nurse and stalker. I haven't made the connection yet. He then in a very strange move touched my broken leg, almost rubbing it, maybe even caressing it. Daniel noticed and he backed my wheelchair away from him.
I had quickly realized how curious most people were about leg casts. To a lot of men and some women my broken arm and leg were not a disability but an attraction. How did you break it, they wanted to know? How is it having to use crutches?
"Good luck Emma" He said getting off on his floor.
My reaction to him touching me showed a return to my attitude and independence. My long brown hair was in a ponytail, a t-shirt and tight fitting yoga pants with one side cut off finished my look . Even if it was only a hospital trip I was wearing mascara and full pink lips that were matching my pink casts.
The orthopaedic technician was a mid 20 tall woman. She pulled a pair of plastic gloves and slid her long fingers inside them in that slow and explicit movement. Her hair was a mixture of purple and blue, her lips black and she was wearing a white uniform that wasn't hiding big full breasts.
"Miss, are you Emma from social media, The Influencer?" She asked me. She was staring at my healthy leg sitting in the leg rest of my wheelchair.
"Yes I am," I said loudly and happily.
"If I may make a suggestion, you should do a photo shoot with this bad-ass pink leg cast and crutches. You have no idea how many new followers you will be getting"
I smiled. This woman clearly had another side outside of being an ortho technician. For a second I wanted to say stop looking at my broken arm and leg and look into my eyes sweet young girl but, that was her job.
She grabbed the cast saw and in about 5 minutes she was done cutting and removing the cast from my arm. Daniel helped me back into the wheelchair.
"Good luck Emma for the rest of your rehabilitation and have a great day," she said, as she dropped my arm cast into a bin beside the bench. Daniel took charge and pushed me to doctor Abigail's office.
The stalker
POV
My shift had been over for about 2 hours when I finally saw them exit the hospital. Daniel pushed her in the wheelchair to their car. She was holding on to a new pair of crutches. For the first time since our encounter, her accident and my actions, I wondered if I went too far. She was so beautiful, nothing less than a gorgeous woman, even with a broken leg.
Emma POV
For a split second, while sliding my broken leg in the back seat, I thought I saw the male nurse again, across the parking lot.
Once at home, I opened the door and gave Daniel my new crutches. "Could you hold them for me please while I try to escape our car on my own" I said smiling and sliding my pink cast out.
I managed to pull myself up and stand on my left leg, I positioned the crutches under my arms and took a first step on them towards the front door. Daniel opened the door wide, like he wasn't trusting my talents on crutches.
"Thank you for the ride" When I was beside Daniel, I leaned against him and kissed him.
"So how is it to be mobile again" He asked
I squeezed the handles of my crutches and made it to the kitchen, one step at a time, my broken leg was leading the way.
"It's not that bad you know, I was expecting worse" I sat on a chair and Daniel positioned my cast on the spare chair, my crutches against the wall.
I stared at Daniel in a daze for a little longer than normal and then smiled.
"What?" He asked
How about a photo shoot tomorrow in my cast using my crutches like any other woman in my situation would?
"The influencer is back" the stalker heard from one of the cameras in my house.
Part 7 to come
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The Influencer part 5
Stalker POV
I couldn't believe it when Emma was taken to my hospital. I mean the hospital where I'm a male nurse.
"Hello Emma. How's my favourite patient?" I asked...my favourite influencer.
"I'm getting better, can't wait to be home" She said staring at me when she added
"Have we met before?" She asked me, staring into my eyes.
"No I don't think so, miss, I would remember. I need to help you into your wheelchair, it's time for you to be a bit more active so that we can release you" She smiled listening to me and forgetting about her question.
After putting her broken arm in her sling, she leaned against me for support with her good arm, struggling to get into the wheelchair. My arm came in contact with the soft fullness of her breasts.
I lifted her leg cast on the leg rest and I pushed her towards the sun room.
"This is so nice, thank you" She said. If only she knew who I really was. Once in the room I tried to find a quiet area away from the curious people that recognized Emma and we chatted for a few minutes. She was still so beautiful, even sitting in her wheelchair knjured. I do hope she got the message and changed.
Emma POV
3 days later I was finally discharged. The reality of my broken leg and arm and the limitations and the struggles that I would be facing hit me right in the face. I knew I wasn't going to be walking for months without crutches and that was only after my arm would heal.
Once at our car, Daniel helped me by putting his arm under my shoulders, his other arm under my broken leg and he lifted me out of the wheelchair. My curly long brown hair was floating in the wind while I felt like an anchor unable to do much by myself. My broken leg and ankle was so sore but I didn't want to show it to Daniel and have to admit that he was right about the crazy emails and text messages I had received prior to the attack.
I knew Daniel was but I wasn't going to let the attacker, whoever he was, win.
Once in the house Daniel lowered me in my wheelchair and quickly said. "You realized Emma, you need to accept help, eventually you will regain partial mobility but for now let me and others help you"
"I know and thank you, I can't wait to return to being an influencer." He stared at me, at my long leg cast, at my broken arm but decided not to say anything. Not now anyway. Maybe later.
The next few days I quickly learned how to move around with one arm using my wheelchair. Even though that attack would forever be in my mind, my marriage to Daniel needed to be revived, I wanted to be a woman again, not a patient. What I started as an Influencer was not going to die because of a few casts.
Within a week or 2 of being injured, I received tons of messages wishing me the best and a quick rehab. Almost everybody couldn't wait to follow me again on social media. Daniel mentioned that it was time for a date night and I agreed.
He walked inside the bedroom, I was sitting in my wheelchair, wearing a nice black dress, 4 inch heel on my left foot and regular make up. I saw Daniel stare at part of my pink cast sticking out from beneath my dress. I will admit that I was thrilled going out to a local restaurant.
He pushed me in the restaurant and once at our table he lifted me out of the wheelchair and sat me on a chair and another chair was positioned under my broken leg. For the first time since I was attacked I felt like an attractive woman in my dress and one heel. I was also reacting to my husband touching me when he transferred me.
"Daniel, I think I'm ready for more tonight" I said while he rubbed my cast, my toes, I loved the attention.
He pushed me in my wheelchair to our temporary bedroom on the main floor. I looked up at him smiling. He leaned over me and picked me up from my chair, One arm under my broken leg and the other hand under my firm ass, slightly squeezing. I smiled, happy for the close contact and wrapped my good arm around his neck
On the bed, my arm cast still in its sling, I stared at the long slim cast that covered my whole leg. It really was an illusion that my hard cast seemed so long since I'm not a very tall woman. It might be a similar illusion that I get when I look at Daniel penis possibly.
I turned on my side and opened my husband's pants, releasing his penis. After removing my broken arm from the sling I struggled to grab the penis with it and leaned over kissing and sucking. I moaned, excited and I could tell Daniel was ready also. He grew larger and larger inside my mouth, my tongue teasing him.
"Please can you undress your broken wife?" I asked, smiling at him. At the time I didn't know about the 2 cameras in that room.
Part 6 to come
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Tuesday, June 20, 2023
The Influencer part 4
Emma POV
I need to be honest, and to my surprise, he didn't push me down. Rotating my hips, and letting my foot float down to the first step to place my high heel on the first hardwood step down, is when I lost my balance.
I saw him approach me before I turned around facing nothing, Trying to get the railing to stop my fall. My hand missed it. Facing nothing except possible headaches, pain and injuries.
My back was to him, I was completely turned, I wondered if he was staring at my beautiful legs one last time. My right high heel landed on the second step, I totally missed the first step. My perfect balance over the years on my 4 inch heels was gone.
I fell down sideways, rolling down the stairs, unable to stop or even slow down the speed of my fall. My right arm was still trying to grab the metal handrail. It's hard to understand how violent a fall like the one I took can be. The bouncing and constant hitting of my limbs against the edges of the steps over and over until I finally reached the bottom.
At the foot of this lovely staircase, I was fully aware of my surroundings but not sure of my physical condition yet. I turned my head, he was still at the top of the stairs. I can't even blame him. He didn't push me, he didn't even touch me, my sexy legs.
I didn't want to accept that I was possibly broken without knowing what was broken exactly so I tried to move my legs, to stand...Impossible.
"Oh god my leg" I looked at my right leg, my straight, powerful, sexy shaped leg was twisted and bent unnaturally.
What did I expect him to do?
He ran down the stairs to me, by my side, I tried to crawl away, dragging my broken leg, ankle, foot, who knows how bad it was. My movement stopped in horror when he...
Stalker POV
What a sight to see her crawl, Emma the influencer, unable to walk, to even stand."I warned you Emma that 4 inch heels were dangerous, that you may one day break your ankle" I said staring into her brown eyes. I still saw defiance in them.
"It's not broken, just bruised, call 911 I need help" She said trying to crawl towards the front door until I said
"Say you are very sorry that you have been teasing and influencing women and I you will call 911" I said but she kept crawling, pulling along her broken leg.
"You are such a tease Emma. Trust me your leg and ankle are broken" I said when I landed my right boot on her ankle, shattering both major bones if they were not already fractured.
She screamed so loud, staring at her shattered leg and ankle and the strange sight of her 4 inch stilettos heel still on her foot. I could see the pain in her face and realized her horror at what I had done even if her leg was already broken.
"Well Emma I'm afraid your days as a sexy influencer are over" I said, staring at her.
"Please call 911, I need help. You know what, I will still be a sexy influencer but on crutches with my broken leg. Other influencers have been in casts before and they used crutches" She said moaning while turning and using her arms to pull herself forward towards the front door.
"You don't quit, my little tease" I said walking behind her and grabbed the stiletto heel of her broken leg, slowly rotating her foot, she could only stare in horror and screamed.
"Please stop you win...Let go of my broken leg please, I will stop." She begged not to sure of herself anymore.
"OK but trust me if you do I will come back Emma '' I said walking around her to her extended arms and I stood on her right arm, we both heard the ulna and radius snapped. She rolled on her back cradling her broken arm.
She was shaking, her leg was numb but bent below the knee in 2 places and her broken arm was totally useless at the moment.
"911 what is your emergency"
"My wife fell down the stairs and I think she may have broken her arm and leg please help us" I said after telling them the address and left Emma all alone on the floor still sexy but badly broken.
Daniel POV
In a way the best part is that when Emma fell into shock from her multiple broken bones and trying to crawl away she had lost some of the details of her attack. The next 5 months were going to be hard enough for her without re-living the event.
After her second surgery, she woke up in her hospital bed. She quickly realized what I met by a long road ahead. Her right leg was broken in 2 places and her ankle had been dislocated. It was in a full leg cast stopping only inches from the top of her leg. Similar fate for her right arm, No surgery had been required but it was in a long arm cast and in a sling.
She chose pink for both her casts.
When I walked in her room she smiled. With no contact lenses her big brown eyes were behind glasses. Her demeanour was good despite her physical condition. The leg cast was non weight bearing, thin and curvy along her shapely leg. I was afraid to admit it but her broken leg was going to be an attention grabbing feature for 10 to 12 weeks roughly.
"Is it too early to say that you are pretty in pink?" I smiled looking at her broken arm this time.
"Not funny Daniel," She replied. She was right, of course.
It was interesting, to me anyway, and maybe to nobody else, that Emma's lack of mobility wouldn't be caused by her badly broken ankle and leg. No, It was her broken arm that was going to cause her all the problems at first.
"You realized Daniel that I won't be able to use crutches to move around with my broken leg. With all that heavy fibre on my arm. Damn I will be stuck in a wheelchair" She said with a fake smile.
Sexy high heels would be deemed no longer necessary, at least for the balance of 2023, unless Emma had different plans, i wondered.
Part 5 to come
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