Cutting Into Herself
Inspired by http://www.furaffinity.net/view/808860/ , I didn't know I had an amputee fetish until now.
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Belle drifted back into consciousness, parting her lips and wetting them with her tongue. Her big, bovine eye fluttered, and she stared out into the darkness.
Blinking a few times, she came to the sleepy conclusion that the lights must be off. She stretched her limbs out and -
Something was very wrong.
She could feel her shoulders and hips - but her arms and legs were numb, as if she'd been sleeping wrong. But not just that: there was no weight to her movements, and her body didn't move as it should. She tried to cry out, and received another shock: air whistled between her lips, but there was no sound.
Terrified, she forcibly willed herself not to move. Not until she had tested herself. Very carefully, she moved her right arm (or what she could feel of it) from point out from her body closer and closer. As it reached level with her chest, she began to let out a few sobs, and felt something hard brush against her breast.
The cow knew she must be naked. Her body was mostly white, especially over her soft stomach, with brown spots on her back, but her large breasts and pubic mound were bald and pink, and she could feel the air blowing across them, the cold breeze firming up her nipples. And the hard feeling against her breast... must be the metal cap that closed her arm, ending it where it had been amputated.
Belle lay on her back. Her whole body shook, terror taking her over. She'd always had a fascination with the disabled, the victims of violet trauma who found themselves at the complete mercy of others, but to find herself like this... Some pervert had taken her off the street, cut off her legs and arms, and -oh god, put out her eyes, too? That had never been part of her fantasies!
Blinking away tears, she composed herself. She needed to get out of this freak's clutches, needed to get to-
No-one could help her, blind and crippled. All she could do was take what the world would give her.
Move. If she could move, she would feel better.
Beneath the soft fur and fat of her shapely stomach, Belle had strong muscles, which she used to rock her buttocks back and forth. Each time her rear slapped back to the ground, it was accompanied by the clinks of the metal caps on her legs. After three or four rocks, she managed to lift her left buttock far enough so that it over balanced her. She tried to prop herself on her side with the stump of her right arm, but it simply wasn't enough, and with an attempted scream that was no more than a rush of breath from her throat she slapped down on her stomach.
Gritting her teeth, Belle bent her hips. The titanium at the new ends of her legs scraped across the concrete, until her rear was suspended in the air, her pussy no more than three inches from the ground. She thought for a second about how vulnerable she must be, hoisting herself up like that, so that if any passing man could stick it in her and use her like-
She blinked blindly, trying to get the image out of her head. Surely she couldn't be getting wet at the thought!
Her arm stumps were shorter than her legs, and meant that no matter how she bent, her bountiful breasts would always be pressed against the ground. Nonetheless, she was not stopped by this, and began to inch her way forwards. Flexing her spine in a curve, she dug the titanium cups of her arm into the concrete and dragged her legs, before pushing down with her legs and straightening, her arms taking most of her weight as her nipples scraped the ground, arousing her further.
After six feet, Belle was on the verge of tears again. Her nipples burned, and her muscles ached with the unaccustomed effort. She gave one last push, and suddenly her muzzle slammed into something soft and furry. A mass of warm, writhing flesh fell on her head, and she thrashed the remains of her limbs. Unable to breathe, she gasped helplessly. She couldn't stop what was happening - she had no control - nothing she could would -
Something levered under her shoulder, and the mass slipped from her face. Rolling onto her back, the aftershocks of adrenaline flowing to the ends of her limbs, she gasped and silently moaned.
Before Belle could catch breath, there was a sharp tug from her rear, where her tail was. Should have been. The only sensation she could feel was right on the tail bone, above the crack in her shapely buttocks. From the clinks, is must have been a chain, a false tail took even more control from her. The chain slipped between her stumps, rattling against the metal caps and rubbing her pussy as she was dragged across the floor.
Strong hands grabbed her under the shoulders. Thin, wiry fingers dug into her armpit and breast and she was hauled upright, coming to rest on the flat stumps of her legs. For a second she was allowed to rest, her balance thrown by the loss of the muscle in her legs. Then more hands held her head in a vice like grip, and she twisted her shoulder to get away, her screams still failing to be heard.
"Stop struggling," a horribly familiar voice said. "I?m just going to take you contact out - since you can't do it yourself!"
Belle's thick lashes gave her tormenter a grip, and she prized the cow's big brown eyes open. Not wanting to loose the eye, she held still as a finger plucked a contact from her eye, letting blindingly bright light into her world.
"Black contacts. Blinds the user, while still letting us see you pretty, pretty eyes," the voice cooed, letting the harsh light into the other eye. "Now, I don't want to spoil the surprise, so I'll let the good doctor explain."
The blurry form moved out of her vision before her eyes could recover in time to see it. Another figure moved in, with sharp, angular movements. "By now you should have realised some of the limits we have placed upon you." Belle blinked, as the speaker gradually came into focus. "You have no limbs, or vocal chords. Your tail is a chain. There are a number of improvements I have made, in your respiratory and digestive systems - it's much cleaner than the original design, I think you'll agree - and well as increasing sensitivity in key areas, and a little cosmetic re-structuring."
The angular grey wolf stared down at her, the expression on his sharp muzzle unreadable. An old non descript suit hung from his thin body, complete with grey waistcoat. His thin fingers reached out and pressed into the soft flesh of his helpless, mutilated victim's face. "You may now be curious as to why you feel no pain, or so-called 'phantom limb sensations' from these changes. This is because you yourself have not undergone these changes. You have always been this way, ever since I grew you."
He turned her head, forcing her to tear her eyes from him and to the other occupant of the room. "You are a clone, grown to fit the design and fantasies of Belle O'Bryn. Your limbs were stunted, and your body twisted during the process into that which you now inhabit."
Belle shivered, unable to comprehend what was happening. Before her, she stood, long limbs leading up to the big curves, her long arms crossed over those breasts. Belle looked down at her self. She could see the stumps of her legs, with shiny titanium caps keeping her stable on the floor, and the same sheen stopping the length of her arms. The double standing in front of her had the same torso, more or less, just her pussy was three feet from the floor instead of three inches. "Hee!" The real Belle laughed and covered her sweet mouth. "It's always such fun, watching their faces as they realise what's going on."
Belle couldn't help herself, as a small shiver of arousal ran through her. She'd always liked her body, but never had the chance to examine it from this angle.
She looked back up at the wolf. From now on, she'd always be looking up at people, she realised. "What we have done is take advantage of the fact the law has yet to catch up with the reality of cloning. It is currently legal to create a clone, as long as it is imprinted with the memories and thought patterns of the original. This law was passed to prevent the creation of sex slaves such as yourself-" Belle gulped. "-but the law did not say the clone could not be influenced during growth, although to do so after - against their will, anyway - would be illegal."
Belle began to breathe heavily, knowing that she was unable to control her future. No-one would come to her rescue when she didn't go to work, no-one would even notice she was missing, because she wasn't! A deep spike of fear shot through her belly, and then further down. She turned her head to gaze helplessly at her original, as she realised that her situation was actually turning her on.
"Oh, don't looked so worried," the real Belle said, in the voice she could remember coming from between her own lips. "You might have noticed by now. You're not as bright as you were ten minutes ago, are you?"
What? She didn't feel any different. "The clone need not be a physical duplicate of the original, but the mind must be, implanted through cranial sympathetic recreation." The wolf doctor spoke in clipped tones of disinterested authority. "However, this is only true for the awakening of the clone, and if the clone's mind should deteriorate over time due to cerebral pathway failures, this would be an unpreventable, though regrettable occurrence."
The Belle who stood lent down to the one on her stumps. Belle stared back into her eyes as she laughed. "You're going to loose your mind, little one. All but a few simple commands - it's not as if you'll be able to do much, anyway!"
Belle shook her head, and tried to moo in dismay. She lent back, and almost toppled before Belle caught her, warm arms brushing against the soft fur. "Don't try to fight it. You can't! Can you even remember where you - where I - live?"
Belle searched her memories. There was a street, lined with trees, and a house - or a flat in a house - or- The hallway was carpeted, but what colour? She remembered one of her old boyfriends fucking her, pushing her down into the pile, but not the colour! But the door was gr- green or grey? It slipped away.
A thrill ran through Belle, as her original, her creator, touched her nipple. She pushed her chest out, the soft mass of her breasts giving before the fingers she could remember manipulating so well.
"Can't remember, can you? Well, don't worry. From now on, this is your home."
Belle was spun around, her metal stumps dragging on the concrete. What was now on display was a case, open and showing the interior, lined with soft red velvet. The indentation would fit the curves of a well built girl's torso and head, but not her arms and legs. The clamps at the end of the limb indents would hold her in place permanently, Belle saw. And with the lid closed, she'd be unable to move, unable to scream for help. She could be taken out in public, carted around like a possession in the steamer trunk.
Her pussy was so wet that it was beginning to dribble down her stump.
"Good thing I had your stumps capped with something that doesn't rust, isn't it?" The original ran her fingers up the trail, and cupped Belle's hairless pussy. "Let's get something nice and hard to shove into you."
The taller Belle picked up a strap on dildo from the top of the trunk, and stepped into it, making sure her crippled double could see her legs. She turned back, and bushed the phallus against Belle's face. She desperately wanted to suck it, to give in to her desires and let herself become the slut she would be soon, but the plastic cock was pulled back before she could get her lips round it. "You want this, huh? You'll get it alright, but not that way."
Belle's head was tipped back, and the cow's cock rubbed at her throat. Too far. The original's softly furred stomach was approaching her chin, and still the cock pressed against the middle of her throat. "The final modification."
Something touched the back of her throat, from the inside. "A hole in your esophagus, so I can throat fuck you and get to see your face at the same time."
The rubber phallus was in Belle's mouth. She had no gag reflex, but the hardness forced her to look up, over the soft belly, past the bug, beautiful mounds of breast and into the smiling face of her original, her owner. The tip of the cock parted her lips, obscenely. Her body used, powerless against her creator, she felt something deep inside her mind give.
She smiled back, and her pussy rewarded her with a shivering pulse as she sucked on the invader.
"Good toy."
Belle ran her fingers over the clone's head. "Well, doctor, do you want to help me break this in?"
The wolf smiled, and raised a finger. "Thank you kindly for the offer, but I make a professional point of never enjoying congress with my subjects."
"Your loss." She looked down and her amputee slave, her head flat against the stomach, sucking pointlessly on the unfeeling phallus. "Open your eyes. I'm going to blind you again."
Without her resisting, her sight was taken from her again. The original pulled out, and Belle fought with the lack of sensation. It was so good, being filled, even if it meant loosing herself. Especially if it meant that.
"That's all I had done to you. But remember that thing you bumped into earlier?" Belle thought back, so far back it seemed. Almost nothing but her name remained for before she had awoken here, and soon nothing but the sex would be left. "I had two clone made, to the same design. Let's go and say hello, shall we?"
Belle was dragged along, and thrown to the ground. Warm flesh broke her fall, and a hairless mound touched her lip.
"Suck," her owner said.
Belle's tongue lapped out, and ran over her double's nipple. Taking it between her lips, the Belle beneath her pushed back, half wanting to escape, half to enjoy it. "Her ears have been plugged, too, so she hasn't heard a word."
The other amputee moved her arm, and Belle felt the metal cap rub against her neck. "She doesn't know what's happening to her. Why she's like this. Why her mind is melting, dissolving, dripping into her cunt."
The original pulled Belle off her creation, and repositioned her. Belle could smell the scent of her own arousal, running from the pussy of her double. "Lick".
Belle's tongue moved of its own accord, lapping the length of the labia, the taste running into Belle's mouth and tearing into her mind. "Is that acting on the command, or out of desire?" she heard her mistress ask.
"Mostly a reacting to your command, but no little desire either."
Belle's tongue traced the double's clit. The stumps of her legs beat against her shoulders as electric shocks of pleasure ran through the helpless toy.
"Mmm, you're so hot, I can help but join in! Present."
Belle moved without knowing it. Her leg stumps bent, and thrust her buttocks up to her waiting cow owner.
"God, look at her..." The original Belle stroked the rear, kneeling behind her. "Imagine what it must feel like, to loose your mind in someone else's touch, knowing it'll never come back?"
The rubber phallus thrust into Belle sopping wet pussy. Her blinded eyes rolled back in her head, and her muzzle was pushed forward, covering the vagina of the cow beneath her. Her tongue slipped into her tunnel, and she felt it clench. Her top lip rolled over the clit as the Belle capable of movement pushed in and out. She lent down and whispered on the clone's ear, "Doesn't it turn you own so much, helping turn this unsuspecting girl into a sex addicted, helpless, brain dead little toy?"
Belle came. Every muscle in what was left of her body spasmed, and what was left of her mind shattered in the pleasure. Ripples ran up and down her body, and she twisted her tongue, rolling the other Belle's clit between her lips. She tasted her orgasm spurt into her mouth.
In a dazed post orgasmic state, she felt herself dragged back, slipping across the concrete. Manhandled upright, something clicked across her arm stumps, and then her leg stumps. Soft fabric brushed against her, tightening over her breasts and stomach. Belle struggled for a second, but then the programming built into her brain took over, slipping her body and addled mind into forced hibernation. Waiting for her mistress to play with her toy again.
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As the locks on the second trunk clicked shut, Belle sighed, and licked her finger. "I can't wait to get them home, so I can play with them properly."
The sharp wolf looked at the naked cow, his hands clasped in front of him. "Miss Belle, may I ask a question?"
She waved a hand. "You just did."
He titled his head. "Ah... humour, is that? I would like to enquire, however, as to why you requested to be here during the final process, rather than simple receive your purchases at home."
"So I could watch them loose it." Unconsciously, she began to touch herself where the strap on was still rammed in her pussy. "God, can't you see how fucking hot it is, watching an exact copy of yourself turn into a mindless whore? It's - beyond anything I could imagine."
Doctor Moreau's grey eyes shone for a second, like the edge of a knife catching a ray of light. "I imagine it is."