Mare's Tales                   by: Beverly Taff

 

Chapter 11

The hand of fate can move in terrible ways and so it was to do in our lives.

Towards the end of that first winter term, the school hockey teams were enjoying an 'away' trip to another school. Only trusted and reliable pupils were allowed to represent the school and Vee and Jenny were amongst them. I, of course, could never represent the school. My anatomy would never get past the school showers after a game. Furthermore, as already described, I became hopelessly horny if I had to run too much. The memory of that unforgettable hockey match was permanently and indelibly engraved in my brain. Much as I wistfully studied my friends as they enjoyed the freedom and luxury of sport, I was forced to sit on the side lines and simply watch.

My pussy however, was getting better and I could now run a short distance. I did sometimes enjoy some short sprints during athletics. When my leotard squeezed my cock and dug up into my crack the damp patches were simply attributed to perspiration. This was on sunny days though, On cold wet days I simply avoided games and attended gentle aerobics or dance classes. At weekends I sometimes went home to see my babies or, alternatively, attended to my prep in the library.

I was quietly studying my weekend prep when the terrible news of the accident reached the school. The team minibus had been struck by a train as it had tried to negotiate an unmanned level-crossing. Apparently there had been something wrong with the signals or the automatic barriers and the bus had been caught on the crossing. A barrier had descended behind them and trapped them as they tried to reverse off the crossing.

Jennifer and Veronica had been sharing one front seat and two other team members, who where good friends of ours, had been in the other. The front of the minibus had been completely sliced off as the gym mistress had frantically attempted to reverse the bus off the crossing. The poor woman had been killed instantly as the heavy locomotive had struck. My friends had suffered the most appalling and catastrophic injuries but survived. Fortunately, Dr James had been following in the second minibus and her surgical skills had saved their lives.

It was only after I managed to visit them in hospital that I properly learned of the extent of their horrific mutilations.

Jenny and Vee had been sitting behind the driver when the locomotive struck. Poor Veronica’s legs had been sliced off just above the knees and her arms just below the elbows. Jenny's injuries had been even worse. She had been sitting by the window and screamed as the train had struck diagonally. She had been pushing unconsciously against the driver’s seat as the leviathan slammed into the coach side right in front of her.

 

The loco had simply sliced her legs off a few inches below the hips and cut straight through her arms just below the shoulders. All she had were four tiny stumps protruding from a battered torso. Gone forever were those long, graceful, beautiful, athletic limbs

The other two girls, Jacqueline and Cynthia, had been sitting across from Vee and Jenny and the train hadn’t caught them so close. They had both lost their legs just below the knees as the train had continued its carnage. The bus had been flung diagonally to the side and the remainder of the students had luckily escaped with lesser injuries and bruises.

Dr James had been a hero. It was her skills that had saved my friends. Despite being heavily pregnant she had worked quickly and efficiently in the driving rain and fog. The train had been a heavy freight so there was nobody else to help her except the hysterical students and a stunned locomotive driver. He was in such a state of shock that all he could do was telephone for the emergency services and then wait by the road with his head in his hands. The blood of the gym mistress was all over the windows of his cab and her body mangled under the wheels. Fortunately the freight train had been travelling slowly or the police said the whole bus would have been smashed to pieces instead of being sliced and pushed aside.

In the hospital I sat and wept at their bedsides. Every time we tried to contemplate the future we simply burst into tears as we reflected upon the maimed and mutilated limbs. What price now our hopes and plans?

After a few weeks Veronica had recovered sufficiently to move around. The brilliant emergency surgery performed by Dr James had left her with well-formed stumps and she suffered little or no pain when she used them. They were of equal length and it made it easy for her to move about upon them.

I had been given permission to stay at the private hospital for an extended period. This allowed me to assist in nursing and attending to their needs during their convalescence. One morning Veronica finally stood upon all fours to greet me. I fed her with a spoon and she tried to hug me with one of her stumps. It pained me to see her pathetic attempt and the subsequent shock on her tear stained face as she began to realise the extent of her limitations.

Jenny had been watching all this and it served only to reinforce her terror at the horrible extent and drastic limitations of her injuries. She whimpered nervously and wriggled her torso to attract my attention.

"Oh Bev, please help me," she moaned, "I can't even sit up properly."

I gave Vee a quick squeeze and rushed over to help Jenny. She was amazingly light without her limbs and came up unexpectedly fast when I braced to lift her. I was embarrassed as I recovered my composure and carefully held her in my arms. I had nearly dropped her. She shuddered nervously and cried as I gently replaced her and fluffed up her cushions so that she could sit upright. I stared into her eyes and whispered.

"How much does it hurt?"

"The pain's going now but I'm desperately worried for the future."

Jennifer, ever the practical one, had already voiced that which had crossed my mind.

"What are we to do now?" She continued. "We all of us, have no families. Miss Lane often gets her pupils from dubious sources, orphanages, and corrective institutions, even from the streets sometimes. That's where I came from. I was picked up by the police, put into care then brought here because of absconding for the umpteenth time. You don’t know what it’s like in care. Stuff still goes on even today."

Tears rolled down Jenny’s cheeks and I turned to Veronica who only nodded her head to confirm it.

"She's quite right Bev. I was put into care as an illegitimate child and then brought to Miss lanes when I went 'off the rails’ as they say.

"Vee shrugged her shoulders and it made her whole body bob as she still stood on all fours like a pony. I glanced at Jacqueline and Cynthia who dumbly nodded their heads to confirm similar origins and conditions. I was suddenly appalled at the terrible prospects for my friends, these poor four creatures.

I had come from a wealthy family. I had all but chosen this lifestyle even before I had been brought to Miss Lanes at eleven years of age. Veronica, Cynthia and Jacky had been there since they were eight or nine; street urchins deemed in need of care and shelter. Jenny had been brought in her teens after her previous police record as a boy. God knew what things they had seen or suffered in their short lives. I knew that the discipline in the lower school was severe. I had suffered a few months of it before moving to the middle school at twelve. For all that I'd experienced, I had still been a happy little transvestite. Then my hermaphrodism had revealed itself and I had enjoyed the benefits of both worlds.

My early years at Miss Lanes had been reasonably happy but my Friends must have seen some terrible things. I resolved, there and then, to approach Miss Lane and Dr James about their futures. Surely there was some way that I could help my friends in this, their hour of greatest need. I spoke to the ward sister and asked for the four to be placed in a private ward, closer together. Then, I phoned my stepmother and arranged for extra moneys to cover any additional costs.

My stepmother, who had been over the moon with my 'progress' at Miss lanes, was more than willing to cover the costs. I handed the phone to the sister and a few exchanges of credit card numbers soon ensured a better stay for my friends. With this immediate problem put in hand, I made my farewells and returned to see Miss Lane and Dr James at school.

"You must see Beverly. They are going to be thus handicapped for the rest of their lives," intoned Dr James sadly. "It was a great pity that somebody didn't have the presence of mind to try and recover the limbs. And put them on ice. I was far too busy actually saving lives to go searching for lost limbs.

There might have been some small hope for them then, but as it is; I’m afraid."

She shrugged her shoulders hopelessly, lost for words.

 "Well I know that I will look after them for the rest of our natural lives together." I answered determinedly

Miss Lane put her arms around my shoulders.

"That's a very brave and ambitious statement for a girl of your tender years Beverly, although I wholly applaud your sentiments and reasons."

She pulled a large sheaf of papers from her desk as she continued speaking.

"I have letters from our lawyers who are handling the case. It seems we have an excellent case because the control equipment at the crossing was found to be faulty. Apparently, some repairs had been in progress and the damp from the rain and fog had got into the electrics overnight. It shorted the circuits. The four of them will receive considerable compensation."

"Huh, you know what the courts are like about compensation. How can anybody be properly compensated for the loss of all their arms and legs?"

I turned to Dr James as I continued.

"Is there nothing more that we can do for them medically?"

"Well, speaking as a professional surgeon, Beverly. I'm afraid there is very little we can do. We can't graft their limbs back on because there are no limbs available. Technology has not yet enabled us to use donor limbs. I'm afraid there is nothing that we can do."

"But surely- donor limbs? The donate organs, don't they?" I persisted.

"Listen Beverly my dear," continued the doctor patiently, "organ transplants are becoming easier all the time with drugs and everything. But that is with simple organs like hearts and kidneys etc. The attachment of a 'donor limb’ would require all sorts of sophisticated microsurgery. That sort of surgery is difficult enough with the victim’s own limb. At the present state of technology and surgery, it would never work upon a foreign donor limb."

She rose with a few final words.

"Besides Beverly. Where would you get a foreign donor limb, or alternatively, what genetic engineering would be necessary to create a limb that would be acceptable to the torso? No Beverly. I'm afraid we are getting into the realms of science fiction here."

Those were Dr James's final words as she left the room. Miss Lane shook her head sympathetically and smiled at me.

"As I said earlier Beverly; your wishes and sentiments are laudable. Helping to provide for your friend’s material well being from your own inheritance is more than enough to expect of any friend. That, coupled with the compensation they should receive, will set them up materially for life. You mustn't go making promises that you may find impossible to keep."

She stood up, indicating that our meeting was over.

"I think the best thing you can do my dear is to consider your own career and choose one that might help your friends in later life. I know how close you all are and you all have excellent academic records. You have the prospects of an excellent career Beverly."

She opened the door and gently hugged my shoulders as I tearfully left her office. For Miss Lane, it was a remarkable show of compassion and I was so surprised by her action that I was almost back to my lonely dormitory before I got to thinking about what she had said. I tossed and turned all night in my lonely bed as her words kept returning.

'Choose a career that might help your friends'

In the dark solitude of my lonely room I made a deep and silent resolution to follow Dr James's route into medicine. My plan was, as Miss Lane had suggested, helping my friends in later life. It was towards surgery and research that I would point my energies.

The weeks of convalescence slowly dragged into months as the surgeons tidied up the stumps and physiotherapists helped with the re-establishment and readjustments that were to be so necessary to my friends recovery.

I visited them each weekend as time allowed between the intensive studies I was following in my struggle to get as many 'A grades' as possible to enter medical school. Eventually, the day dawned when all four were ready to be allowed out. Jackie and Cynthia had been ready for some time but the doctors had realised that a communal return would reduce the trauma and stress of re-entering normal society.

Thus came the day when my friends returned. Jackie and Cynthia in hand propelled wheel chairs whilst Vee and Jenny used electrically propelled ones especially adapted to their needs. It was remarkable what computerised technology could do with wheelchairs these days.

I hugged each one and placed a big bouquet on their laps as they descended the ramps of the ambulance. We then made quite a little procession as we re-entered the school and returned self-consciously to a newly modified ground floor dormitory.

Once inside I fussed around and danced attendance upon my friends as they explored the each new facility. I explained the function of each new device that was designed to help them live as normal a life as their terrible disabilities and mutilations would allow.

Jacky and Cynthia hobbled out of their wheelchairs to scramble over and help Vee and Jenny into the new special chairs that I ordered made for them. The four had developed quite a routine in the hospital and, between themselves; they had built a supportive and co-operative regime to help them over their handicaps. With my further addition as messenger and carrier we now started a mutually supportive relationship that developed into a solid and concrete friendship that would stand the test of time.

That night as I prepared Vee and Jenny for bed I realised how intimate and totally dependant the whole affair was. Firstly I had to undress them. This developed into a little game as I gently unpopped the gussets of their body-shapers. Jenny gave a little twitch as I fiddled with the poppers in the gusset and then she arched her back and swooned slightly as I drew it over her breasts and head. Her reaction rang little bells in my mind and I suddenly realised why.

 

For all the loving care and good will from the nurses at the hospital. Only their physical surgical needs had been attended to. As far as emotions and sex were concerned my friends had been treated as nothing more than pieces of meat. As Jenny and Vee lay on the bed I gave both of them a meaningful glance. The both nodded their heads sadly. Neither of them had had an orgasm since the accident. Because of their lack of hands or legs they were neither of them able to relieve themselves or each other in that department. My mind reeled slightly as I came to realise just how totally dependant my friends my friends had become on me for any sort of sex. Neither Jacky nor Cynthia had the remotest ideas of what their needs were or what sort of intimacies we three had shared for the last year or more.

I carefully unclipped Jenny’s bra and gently slipped my hand into the lacy cup as I softly cupped the soft globe of her breast. As I caressed her nipple she let out a soft moan and wriggled her torso. So I lifted her gently onto the special lavatory as I whispered in her ear.

"Later, my dearest. Later."

Jenny crooned softly as she anticipated the evening ahead and I turned my attentions to Veronica. She lay on her back like a baby having its nappy changed and giggled and squirmed as I fiddled with her bra and panties. The noise alerted Jacky and Cynthia who scooted into the bathroom from the living room.

"Are you two enjoying that?" Asked Cynthia.

"You bet!" Chuckled Vee as I gently caressed her breasts.

"Well I'm sure that we could help in that department." Smiled Jacky.

"Oh no you couldn't," laughed Vee, "you haven't got one of those between you."

She nodded towards the huge bulge now swelling in my panties and a shocked expression crossed both girls’ faces as they noticed my gentleman friend.

"Oh!" Gasped Jacky. "I hadn't realised it was so big. That's not fair."

Cynthia took a closer look at the silky outline of my member as it stretched my panties and I became a little embarrassed by their attentions.

She gently stroked it through the filmy material and I coquettishly tried to cross my legs and hide it. This was a totally useless exercise. He was such a large organ that even my full cut panties had trouble keeping him encased. My bell end squeezed under the waistband of my knickers as it responded to Cynthia's attention. Cynthia eyed it enviously as she turned to Vee.

"We may not have one of those Vee, but we could share a dildo with you."

"Oh a dildo's nothing like the real thing," countered Vee disarmingly, "and Beverly always knows exactly where to place him to achieve exactly what I want."

Vee nodded towards my stiff organ as he urgently strove to escape from my panties.

"When you two have lived with Jenny, Bev and me for long enough, you will come to understand."

 

The facts about Veronica’s clitty and my cock were fairly well known in the upper school. Most of the students had some little twist to their sexual desires occasioned by some subtle twist to their anatomies when Dr James operated upon them. Jacky and Cynthia took a closer look at Vee's cunny and my cock. They remarked upon the noticeable lack of a clitty and the soft indentation where it should have been. I decided to answer for Vee as the curiosity spread across their faces.

"That's right girls. Vee's clitty is now buried deep inside her love tube and I'm the only one who can reach it and feel it with this."

I tapped the angry swollen knob of my penis as he proudly stood like a spectator looking over the waistband of my panties.

"I feel her stiff little clitty with him and I am the only one who can give her orgasms. Before the crash, Vee used to give herself orgasms with a dildo but now she has no arms or legs and she won't be able to control a dildo to reach the exact spot. Only I can feel her clitty now with the end of this so she is all mine."

With these words I gently picked up the naked Veronica and hugged her tightly to me. I did not fail to notice the flash of anxiety in her eyes and the little shiver through her pathetic little torso. She tried to wrap her stumps around me and succeeded in getting her elbows around my neck.

Her thighs however, simply jammed outwards against my hips and gained no purchase at all. I shifted my hands to support her buttocks and lower body then she pressed herself urgently against me.

"Promise you'll never leave me." She whispered.

"That's a foregone conclusion I swear to you my love."

I licked a little tear from her cheek as she gave a short sob and rested her head on my shoulder. With her tears wetting my bra strap I gently carried her to the bathroom and sat her down on a chair whilst I lifted Jenny off the lavatory and helped complete her toilet. I then gently lowered Jenny into the special bath whilst I lifted Vee onto the loo.

Jacky and Cynthia had followed me into the bathroom and they enthusiastically helped Jenny enjoy her bath. Jenny giggled and squirmed self-consciously whilst I stood close to Vee and with my back to the washbasin as we both watched Cynthia and Jacky give Jenny a thorough and very intimate lathering.

As the antics in the bath progressively became more licentious, Vee discreetly pressed her stump against my leg and motioned to me. The other three were now thoroughly immersed in suds and their eyes were tight closed as they splashed and around in the water. Giggles of pleasure and lust emerged from the suds as torsos and stumps became entwined and locked under the foam. I bent down and Vee whispered in my ear.

"Please will you bath me tonight Bev. I don't think I could face those two and their games just yet."

I smiled my assurance and crouched down to give her a little hug. She then activated the toilet sluice and indicated that she had finished. I placed her on the bidet and helped clean her before wrapping her in a warm fluffy towel and placing her on the chair. She sat smiling happily as I attended to Jenny and lifted her out of the bath.

Cynthia and Jacky clambered out and helped wrap Jenny in another bath towel. This done, they placed her on Cynthia's lap and scooted out of the bathroom in their wheel chairs.

As I changed the water and prepared Veronica’s bath we could hear all sorts of giggling and shrieking laughter coming from the bedroom. I turned to Veronica and she shivered nervously as she heard the noise and made a face as she spoke.

"Have a bath with me please Bev?"

I nodded my assent and gently ran my fingers through her soft golden hair. A few more tears ran down my shoulder and settled on my bra cup as I gently lifted her and placed her carefully in the bath. I gave her another hug and kissed her cheeks again before locking the bathroom door.

I removed my damp bra and panties and joined her in the bath. The hot water felt delicious as I slowly immersed myself and finally sat facing her. The safety rails got in the way and I quickly tilted them back to give us more room as Veronica wiggled her torso and carefully splashed towards me. My gentleman friend was fully ready by now and I gently lifted Vee onto my lap as she deftly slipped her cunny over him. Slowly she squirmed and wriggled as she worked her way down his shaft until she was firmly embedded upon him.

With no lower legs to hinder us in the bath, it was easy for me to grasp her around the waist while her thighs slid softly over my pelvic crests. I hugged her tightly to me and our breasts rubbed together with that old familiar tingle we had come so much to enjoy.

Together we crashed through a memorable orgasm and I finally collapsed backwards into the bath with Vee on top of me grunting and groaning as she slowly recovered. It was remarkable how light she was without her limbs and she lay comfortably along my stretched out body with her cunny firmly locked onto my cock. Her thighs stretched wide apart thus allowing unrestricted access to her very core as I savoured our regained intimacy.

Eventually the water started to cool and I twiddled the hot water tap with my toes. Vee giggled and twitched as the hot splashing droplets tickled her bum and she smiled as she wriggled and resettled herself. Never had that wonderful smile meant so much to me. She was happy once again. I reached for the shampoo and gave us a delicious mutual lathering with Vee still firmly locked and impaled upon me.

Finally, with Vee still attached to me like a baby Koala bear, I closed the shower splash doors and rinsed us both down.

Cynthia and Jacky had become suspicious and demanded entry. I shouted to them to go away as I separated us and gently towelled us both down. Once dry, I softly powdered us both and reattached Vee as I wrapped us both in a huge bath towel. I unlocked the door and Cynthia and Jacky smiled knowingly when they saw us swaddled together.

They were so engrossed in completing their own ablutions that they ignored our intimate embrace and prepared their own bath. Veronica and I shared the intimate fragrance of our scented bodies as we entered the bedroom.

We found the beds jammed together with the mattresses rearranged to form one huge bed. Jenny lay helplessly in the middle of the soft black satin sheets with a very fetching frilly white teddy on. The rich frills served only to accentuate her lack of limbs and she smiled at us both as she lay helplessly on her back waving her stumpy thighs in the air. The silky teddy and satin sheets meant that she could gain no grip or purchase at all and she slipped and slithered helplessly as she tried to move across the bed.

A little frown of frustration settled on her face as she realised her utter helplessness. She looked like a deliciously coloured grub waiting to be picked off and used by a hungry predator. As I studied the situation my cock became stiff again. Vee felt it harden inside her again and she realised what had caused it. She looked me in the eye and smirked knowingly as we slid gently onto the bed.

Jenny spotted the lustful glint in my eye and grinned expectantly.

"Come and get me. I'm all yours." She giggled.

I unwrapped Vee and gently lifted her off my rock hard penis. Jenny immediately noticed my condition and her lips pursed in anticipation as I gently laid Vee beside her on the bed. I stepped across to the draw and selected another frilly teddy for Vee. She sighed happily as I slowly slipped it over her body and gently cupped her breasts into the soft lacy cups. Then she twitched and gasped as my fingers lingered a little longer than necessary as I closed the hook and eyes in the crotch.

As they lay side by side in matching teddies both my friends looked a picture of helpless invitation. They lay on their backs wiggling their stumps, absolutely helpless and giggling with nervous anticipation of the joys to come that night. I took some frilly anklets from the draw and encased their stumps in these. It completed the picture, two plump chickens ripe for the plucking.

A flicker of nervous anticipation skipped shadowlike across both their smiles as I studied the delicious promise on the bed. I gave them a gentle smile and softly kissed their silk encased crotches before stepping to my lingerie drawer and selecting a delightfully sensuous teddy with soft stretchy cups and a buttoned slot in the crotch. I luxuriated in the soft filmy feel as I gently pulled it up my body and carefully cupped my breasts into the lacy cups.

Because I was still young, my body had resumed its firm shape after the babies. My breasts now bounced again as they had done before my pregnancy. The cups of the teddy stretched gently to encompass the thirty-six 'D' orbs as the nipples bulged provocatively through the lace. Both my friends licked their lips as I faced them on the bed. I knew they were anticipating some fun. I climbed back onto the bed and lay with my friends. There, I gently cuddled them and caressed them both as we waited for Jacky and Cye to return.

They eventually reappeared looking thoroughly flushed and besotted. It was obvious that they had enjoyed their 'bath'.

They tittered as they spied us on the bed and then they hobbled naked to their dressing tables to select some appropriate lingerie. Their bums wobbled enticingly as they staggered slowly across the bedroom and my cock twitched with anticipation as I studied their progress. Once at the dressing tables, they rocked uncertainly on their stumps and their soft breasts swayed and bounced as they balanced precariously to put their teddies on. They had still not fully mastered the skill of walking on their prosthesis and it showed in their uncertain provocative gait. They helped each other balance as they gently adjusted their teddies then they carefully turned to face us.

Like two actors they balanced with their arms out and sang a fanfare as they struck a provocative 'come-hither' pose.

I clapped politely and gently readjusted my stiffening cock as my teddy became too tight. Jacky and Cynthia watched my reaction and smiled knowingly as they hobbled over to the bed. They slipped their prosthesis off and gleefully joined in the fun.

I knew that Jenny's urge to 'dominate' was now severely restricted by her limbless condition so I motioned to Jacky and Cynthia to help Jenny up. Being so light without her limbs, it was a simple task for Cye and Jacky to suspend Jenny over my tummy whilst I fumbled and fiddled with her gusset fastenings. Eventually, Jenny's torso started twitching and wriggling as she swung above me striving to lower herself onto my cock. Jacky and Cye continued to suspend her there whilst I gently 'fiddled' away at her teddy crotch as it became steadily damper. Her squirming needs became more urgent as her whimpering demands became ragged and she started to pant. Jacky and Cye could have suspended her there all night and poor Jenny began to mewl like a hungry kitten as her frustrated body screamed for satisfaction.

Finally, after much 'fiddling' I ‘managed’ to undo her teddy. Jenny's pussy was dripping with anticipation and her torso was rigid with tension, like a banjo string on the verge of snapping. I signalled to the girls to slowly lower Jenny a couple of inches. I slowly introduced my rigid cock to the portals of her delight and she let out a thin wail as I slowly rubbed the end against her slippery love lips. I then guided the first couple of inches into her honey pot and she let out a growl of anguish as she frantically waggled her buttocks uselessly back and forward. My cock simply rocked back and forth in synchrony and she could gain no purchase to grind her clitty against my pubis.

Her growl turned to a sobbing as she desperately tried to relieve the tension twanging through her body. I gently reached out and placed my hands under her 'armpits' as I slowly took the weight of her body. Her 'armpits' were still ticklish of course and her whole frame thrashed with frustrated paroxysms of dementia as she strived to remove my tickling hands out from her 'armpits'.

Poor Jenny didn't even have arms to protect her hopelessly vulnerable 'armpits' and for several seconds she was helplessly writhing in my grip as I tickled her ribs. Her panting deteriorated into uncontrollable fits of laughter as the tickling drove her crazy.

At the same time I carefully allowed her love tube to descend my cock until her cunny was firmly impaled upon it and her clitty was grinding hard against my pubis. It took several seconds for her tortured mind to realise that her desperate clitty was receiving all the attention it needed whilst her ribs were suffering the cunning attentions of my busy fingers. Jenny let out a squeal of protest that soon degenerated into a gargle of throaty guttural grunts as her clitty finally achieved ascendancy over her ribs.

I gently removed my hands from her ribs and carefully supported her graceful back as she entered a rhythmic pumping action with her thigh stumps placed along my tummy. She was in danger of falling off so I grasped her deliciously rounded buttocks and carefully supported her as she steadily lifted her pussy up and down with the pumping action of her stumps. She was so light and her stumps were so short that it didn't hurt me one iota as she banged and ground her clitty down onto my pubis.

After all the months of frustration it wasn't long before Jenny erupted into an earth-shattering orgasm. She let out a deafening wail as her pumping and grinding shuddered to a stop. I let her slump forward and settle on me. She easily slid her stumps around so that she lay flat upon me 'missionary' style with her contented cunny firmly impaled upon my organ. Her breasts crushed mine but it was a small price to pay because she was so light. I gently hugged her to me and cradled her head as she lay sobbing with relief. She had achieved the solution to her greatest fear; lack of control during lovemaking. I gently lifted her shoulders and looked into her contented smile as her gorgeous hair cascaded over my breasts. It tickled my nipples as she gently nodded her head. Words weren't necessary to convey the love and gratitude that Jenny had for me then.

The other three had been surreptitiously watching our activities whilst pretending to do their own thing.

Vee secretly caught Jenny’s and my eyes as we finally realised that our relationship could, and indeed would, continue despite the desperate mutilations.

Veronica slyly slipped under the loose 'tail' of Jenny's teddy and caressed her bum with her stump whilst Cye and Jacky lay on the outsides and stretched their arms over us as they squeezed us close together.

Morning found us as the night had left us; squashed together with limbs and torsos and stumps all entwined. It was a desperately contented quintet that awoke to face the day and prepare us. The extra maid that Miss Lane had organised soon realised that we were well able to attend all our personal needs and her functions would simply be that of cleaner and cook. We breakfasted in the main dining hall amidst the unashamed stares of the other senior girls as Jacky, Cynthia and I helped Vee and Jenny get through the meal.

Veronica managed with a set of cutlery clipped to her forearm stumps and she had little trouble getting food into her mouth. Jenny however, who had virtually no arms at all, had to be spoon-fed all the way. In shifts we managed.

Our attendance at meals and lessons soon became a common sight and the other pupils soon became accustomed to our little procession as it travelled around the school. Despite the loss of the sporting activities, my four friends managed to be philosophical and brave about their restricted lives. They managed to remain cheerful -(at least outwardly)- and won the hearts of the other pupils. Wherever we went in the school we were helped by eager hands to negotiate stairs and doorways. Ramps were also built at essential points to help my friends. I knew however that deep inside my friends was hurting terribly; nothing could replace arms and legs for mobility.

In the privacy of our own dormitory we created a special harness so Vee or Jenny could be easily attached to me and thus move around the flat like a pair of Siamese twins. Whilst this wasn't very satisfactory for mobility it certainly created some interesting situations vis-à-vis our intimacy. My cock could at any time become stiff and entertain whoever was harnessed to me. The problem was that Vee or Jenny became jealous if they spotted that lustful faraway look in our eyes whilst we were busy doing prep or watching television. They both became acutely aware of any telltale twitch beneath our clothes during the long evenings of study. The jealousy became quite intense and would have come to blows if they had got arms. Finally we had to reach an agreement for alternate nights with Sunday off for me to recover. Thus peace finally returned and we concentrated on our studies.

With little or no sporting activities to now 'distract' us, we had to concentrate upon the academic side of life. The only ‘exercise’ we could do was simple bed aerobics and our usual 'night time' sport. Thus we spent our final years at Miss Lanes’. It was constant study and intellectual stimulation in the elevated ivory tower that had become our dormitory.

We all sat and passed our examinations a year early thus we were bound for university under-aged.

I was readily accepted for Medical school whilst Jacky flew through her exams to read pure biology. Later she intended to research genetic engineering.

Cynthia, whose injuries have been the least, was able to move around quite adequately on her artificial feet. She could almost trot on them but not for more than a few steps. It hurt her to walk far but she had also passed her driving test, as had I. With this mobility and the incredibly high grades that she had obtained, it was nigh impossible for the veterinary school to turn her down. Consequently she managed to convince the College Board that she would make and excellent 'small animal’ vet or researcher. She told them she had no ambitions to become a country vet and work around larger animals with all the attendant essential mobility. With these plausible arguments, she got herself accepted.

 

Veronica had got herself accepted at law school. She explained that she wanted to work on the legal side of industrial injuries and mobility claims. This reasoning along with equally brilliant results in the exams had convinced the selection board of her suitability.

The most remarkable achievement however, was Jenny's.

Despite being virtually a prisoner in her limbless torso she had achieved spectacular grades with the aid of her specially adapted computer. At the interview she had astounded the examiners with her brilliance. Jenny's disabilities had been of grave concern to us all. The interviewers admitted however, that they could not allow such an excellent brain to go begging for want of special facilities. If ways could be found to surmount Jenny’s disabilities, the university was more than keen to accept her.

A long letter from Miss Lane and Dr James about how we had lived together helped to solve the problem. Jenny had decided to research into statistical analysis after graduating in mathematics. There was absolutely no doubt about her completing the course.

 

 

 

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