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Cast Fetish
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Subject: New Story - Cast Fetish
Reply-To: [email protected] (RB56132)
Date: Fri Jul 21 12:12:56 1995
I posted this story to a.s.f.f. and got such a favorable response I
decided to try it out on the "general populace".
Please do not allow anyone under the age of 18 to read the contents of
this message.
This short story is fairly PG rated compared to some of the other stories
here. But there is some small interest in cast fetish (which I share) so
I thought I'd put something together. I'd be interested in any thoughts
on the subject that anyone has, as well as any other stories and/or
pictures.
This is my first attempt so please be kind with any criticisms.
RB
Angela
Angela knew it had to happen. The day had started out too
perfect. The sun was shining in a totally clear sky, and although she
knew the temperature was going to climb quickly enough, in the early
morning hours that she chose to ride her bike, it was still cool.
She was very content this summer; she had just received her
masters degree from university and had an offer to start working with a
local advertising firm as soon as she was available. Instead of diving
right into the workplace, she decided to take a month or two off and relax
after her mad dash to finish school a year early.
This was her first day off with nothing to do and nowhere to go,
so she had decided to take a long ride through the hills toward the ocean,
enjoying herself completely for the first time in years. She dug her
bicycle out from behind her room-mates camping gear, pumped up the tires
and headed out.
No sooner had she made it down the driveway and out into the
street when she heard the squeal of brakes behind her and felt herself
being pushed from behind. She flew over the handlebars and rolled on the
pavement a short distance before coming to rest against the center
divider. Immediately she stood up and limped over to the side of the
road. She noticed that there was a dull throbbing in her hip and the toes
of her left foot seemed to be tingling, but all in all, she was amazed
that she hadn't been hurt that much worse. With that thought, she sat
down on the curb and passed out completely.
The ensuing events went by in a blur. There seemed to be lots of
running feet. Angela vaguely recalled being loaded into the back of an
ambulance, and the sound of the siren as she was taken to the hospital,
but the rest of the trip was blank.
What she definitely remembered was the emergency room, and the
feeling that her whole left side was on fire. As the paramedics moved her
off their gurney and onto a hospital cart, every slight movement sent
spasms of pain up and down her side. A doctor's face suddenly loomed
large in her view. He pushed a black mask over her mouth which quickly
started to grow and cover her nose and eyes and ears and...
Angela finally awoke, slowly opening her eyes and looking around
the empty hospital room in confusion until she remembered where she was.
The sun was shining through the window, casting long shadows across the
room and she knew that she had been out for most of the afternoon. As she
looked around and saw the she was alone, the events of the day started
coming back to her, and she realized that the excruciating pain that she
had felt earlier was mostly gone, replaced by an relatively minor
throbbing. She was immediately relieved; apparently she had not been hurt
as badly as she thought.
Still in a haze from whatever drugs they had given her, she tried
to sit up in the bed and prepare to leave, determined to spend as little
time in the hospital as possible. She had a moment of dizziness as she
struggled up onto her elbows, and became vaguely aware that something
seemed to be pushing against her lower stomach, holding her against the
bed. More annoyed than alarmed, she pulled back the sheets that covered
her and stared down uncomprehendingly for a moment before it registered
that the entire lower half of her body was covered in a thick, fiberglass
cast.
Fighting to think clearly, she pushed herself up into the best
sitting position that she could, pulled the skimpy hospital gown back and
continued to stare down at herself in disbelief. The cast started above
her hips and extended downwards, covering both legs in a thick layer of
fiberglass. Her right leg was left exposed from the knee down, the cast
only encasing her thigh, but the fiberglass covered the entire length of
her left leg, stretching all the way to the end of her foot. Her left
knee was held slightly bent and her foot pulled down with the ankle
extended. A fiberglass-covered bar that ran diagonally between her legs,
attached to the cast above her right knee and at her left ankle, held her
legs in an embarrassingly wide spread-eagle position. She tried to move
her legs within the cast and discovered quickly that she was unable to
move a single muscle. She could obviously move the un-casted lower part of
her right leg, but she could not move a single muscle of her left leg and
the rest of her lower body. Only her toes, barely visible where they
protruded from the end of the cast, would respond to her bodily commands.
Soon she gave up trying, putting her back on the pillow, curious
to find that for some reason her heart was racing. As she lay there
staring at the ceiling, she was surprised at the mix of feelings that she
was experiencing at being so completely immobilized. She was amazed to
find that she was actually becoming physically aroused by her predicament.
She reached down to feel the crotch that had been left exposed by the
cast and was amazed to find that she was totally wet.
Just then, the door to the room opened and in strode the doctor
that had attended her in the emergency room. Angela became acutely aware
that with her legs spread apart by the cast, she was baring it all to the
doctor. She quickly pulled the sheets back up and tried to sit up again
as the doctor came to stand next to the bed. With no regard for her
modesty, he pulled back the sheets again and started examining her.
He put his fingers under the edge of the cast around her hips,
apparently to check whether it was too tight, and then moved to the area
of the cast around her crotch. Instinctively, she tried to press her legs
together, becoming frustrated when the cast prevented her from doing so.
The doctor was older and not very good looking, but it didn't seem to
matter to Angela: the touch of his fingers against her skin, and her
inability to move or even flinch was driving her crazy. It didn't help
that she was normally extremely ticklish. She closed her eyes and tried
to control her breathing until the doctor was finished examining that part
of the cast. He continued examining the rest of the cast, giving no
indication that he noticed her discomfort.
The doctor finished by examining the toes of her left foot. It
almost more than she could bear. Her toes had always been very sensitive;
over the years she had resisted the offers by men to massage her feet
because it would almost certainly set off a cycle of excitement that she
knew she could not control. Now, she had no choice but to allow this
virtual stranger have his way with her toes. She gasped when the doctor
began squeezing each toe, innocently testing for proper circulation and
completely unaware of the anguish that he was causing her. She quickly
converted the gasp into a cough, gripping the edge of the bed until he was
finished.
The doctor made a note on his chart and then leaned against the
opposite bed, explaining that she had fractured her femur, the largest
bone in the body, and what he had had to do to set the bone and describing
that she was in a "spica" cast and although it was cumbersome and almost
impossible to walk in, it was what was necessary in order to keep the
fracture site appropriately immobilized...
He could have been talking about kumquats in Cameroon for all
Angela heard of him. A small part of her mind that was still functioning
recognized that the lingering effects of the drugs was probably the blame
for all the strange sensations that she was experiencing, but it did
little to help her plight.
Her ears perked up a little when the doctor said that she would be
in the cast for at least four months. She knew that she probably should
be concerned about that, but as he went out, the feelings of excitement
that she had been barely able to hold in check were back in full force.
Closing her eyes, Angela put her head back on the pillow, becoming
aroused again by the feel of the cast on her body. She focused internally
and began a mental exploration of the cast, sensing the way it encircled
her waist, closely hugging the shape of her hips and following the curve
of her rear before separating at her crotch to wrap around her thighs.
She tried again to move her legs together, this time enjoying the
thoroughly helpless feeling when she failed. She could feel herself
getting moist but she resisted the temptation to touch herself, instead
desiring to wait and savor this moment for as long as possible.
As Angela continued her exploration, she was almost annoyed that
the cast did not cover both of her legs. A confirmed
"picture-straightener" to the core, she did not like the lack of symmetry
that came from having her lower right leg exposed. She did find that she
very much liked the feel of the cast on her fully encased left leg. The
way it held her knee firmly locked and immobilized the muscles of her
calf. She found that she was most excited by the cast around her foot.
She liked the feel of it pushing against the sides of her ankle, holding
her foot in a gentle arch, caressing the ball of her foot, but leaving her
toes exposed almost as a reminder that she was really inside there.
Without opening her eyes, she pulled the sheets back and, pressing
her un-encased right foot flat against the bed, she tilted herself up a
little and lifted her body off the top of the bed, excited even more by
the feel of all her joints and muscles moving as one. She relished the
fact that she accomplished the same results whether she strained to move
inside the cast or relaxed her muscles completely; the cast prevented any
and all movement. She settled down on the bed again and then reached down
to touch the surface of the cast, admiring the rough feel of the
fiberglass and taking a strange satisfaction in knowing that it would not
come off.
She could wait no more. She reached and started masturbating
furiously, throwing her head back as she climaxed time and time again, her
toes clenching and unclenching, her hips writhing and straining to move
within the rigid confines of the cast.
Finally, exhausted and bathed in sweat, she drifted off to sleep,
content with the knowledge that she would be in the cast for quite some
time.
The End
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