It Starts So Quietly: Part Three

Part three of Evelyn's story is up!

This is starting out with casting and broken bones but will likely progress in severity.

It Starts So Quietly by Evelyn Rae

Part One

Part Two

Part Three (Content Warning: This section includes a rape scene)

It Starts So Quietly (Part One)

Hi, guys! I want to post a story for you from a friend of mine. Evelyn writes a bit differently than I. Her stuff can get pretty dark, but I think it’s hot!  -Ruth

Happy to be here. Disclaimer before you read any of my stuff: I’m into fantasy not reality. It might not be realistic and it sure isn’t anything I’d want to happen to someone in real life. These aren’t real people; these are fictional characters. This is pure sexual fantasy and that’s it. Don’t expect a social conscience.

I don’t know how often I’ll update, but I see this being a long and rambling tale of suffering. It starts with cast stuff, but it's likely to move on eventually to amputee and maybe other disabilities.

It Starts So Quietly

Part One

By Evelyn Rae

Jared eyed the slope. Okay, it was a little…ambitious…to be skiing a black diamond when he hadn’t actually been on skis since he was eleven. But Courtney was an experienced skier and no way was Jared going to pussy around on the little mound of beginner’s snow while she was off in another part of the resort. They were here to be together. Plus he didn’t want her thinking he wasn’t brave enough to just go for it.

It Starts So Quietly (Part Two)

“Okay, you’re all set to get back to the resort today. Are you excited?” A girl who was much too chipper was standing by Jared’s bed. He raised an eyebrow, looking down the long length of the huge and heavy cast covering his leg.  He thought he’d rather prefer staying here for the rest of his vacation. He couldn’t imagine how he was going to manage outside the hospital for the next six weeks with this cast.

At least they did let him use a wheelchair to get to the car that Courtney had waiting. They probably realized it would take him about five hours to make it out of the hospital on crutches. So far he was finding crutches to be the biggest pain in the ass ever. The wheelchair was nothing fancy, but it had an extended leg rest with a pad on it so his forced-straight leg could stay elevated. The chair had a squashed pillow on the seat that looked like it had seen more than one ass today already.

A nurse pushed Jared in the chair, narrowly avoiding hitting his exposed toes into doorways and other patients. Jared cringed with each turn like when you’re in the passenger seat of a car and it feels like the driver is way, way too close to the edge.

Relief washed over him as they went through the automatic doors at the front of the hospital and he saw Courtney waiting, leaning against the side of a rented car.

Courtney grinned when she spotted him and opened the passenger side door. The nurse pushed Jared right up to it. He used his arms to shift himself to the front of the chair and lowered his leg onto the pavement beside the car. He gripped the top of the door with one hand and clumsily swung himself into the seat of the car. He half fell in and bumped his head on the door frame, but he was in.

Courtney leaned over him and he eyed her cleavage tucked into her pale pink bra while she pulled the lever to move the seat all the way back. Between the two of them, they got his casted leg into the car, elevated up on the dashboard with his toes touching the cold inside of the windshield.

On the ride back to the ski resort, Courtney chattered nonstop about shopping and plans and what the other people at the resort had been up to. Jared usually found it cute, although today it was giving him a headache. He wished Courtney would concentrate on driving. Every little bounce and twist knocked Jared in uncomfortable ways.

Courtney braked suddenly and the force of Jared’s cast surged forward right into his exposed toes. He howled in pain then was flung back hard against the seat.

“Jesus Christ, Courtney!”

“Oh, sorry, babe. I’ll be more careful!” Courtney tried to reach over with one hand while still steering with the other.

Jared slapped the hand away. “Focus on what you’re doing, would you? Try not to kill me before we get back.”

At least they drove the rest of the way in silence. Jared could see his toes getting red and puffy from the trauma. Please don’t let them be broken, he thought. No way did he want to turn around and go back to the hospital.

At the front of the resort there was an audience for Jared trying to get out of the car. He wished he could do this in private. His ineptitude with the crutches was humiliating. Courtney had gotten the crutches out of the back seat and Jared shifted his broken leg out of the car. Blood throbbed through the leg and pushed against the cast. His toes pulsed with pain.

He held the crutches in the middle and used them as leverage to heave himself up.  He took his time walking on them, trying not to fall and look like even more of a fool. The people parted for him to pass through, even as he inched along, dragging the heavy leg behind him.

“What do you want to do, sweetie?” Courtney buzzed around him. “Do you want to sit by the fire? Or we could go to the restaurant for some lunch?”

“I just want to get to our room,” Jared bit out through clenched teeth.

Courtney flounced with a sigh and said, “All right, be that way.”

Thank God there was an elevator. Jared got in, his arms aching already, and slumped against the side while it took him up to his floor.

Courtney got him arranged on the bed with a pile of pillows under his leg and then she left for something. Shopping or lunch or something else. Jared wasn’t listening. He was already exhausted and fell asleep as soon as the door closed behind Courtney.

It Starts So Quietly (Part Three)

Content Warning: This section involves rape. These characters are not real people and are not meant to represent real people, so please remember that as you read.

The next morning the last thing Jared wanted to do was get up, but he had to pee. He looked at the distance between himself and the bathroom. It really wasn’t that far. Still, with Courtney asleep beside him, it was tempting to try to find a cup or something within reach to use. A quick survey of the bedside table and no such luck.

Jared used his arms to push himself up to sitting and leaned over his plastered leg to ease it slowly off the pillows and onto the floor. The blood rushed back down the limb and into his toes, sending off sparks of uncomfortable tingles. Jared cringed and gripped the side of the bed, trying not to make noise and wake his girlfriend.

In such a small space as the hotel room, Jared left the crutches against the wall. He pushed himself up from the bed and steadied himself against the headboard. Then he shuffled awkwardly towards the bathroom, gripping whatever furniture he could to help him balance and drag the heavy weight of his broken leg behind him.

His toes kept bumping against things like the wall and the side of a chair. He tried not to cry out when it happened so he wouldn’t wake Courtney. She was sleeping like the dead, anyway.

Jared made it to the bathroom and pulled himself through the doorway, but found he couldn’t get his whole body into the tiny room, so he ended up shifting himself around to mostly be facing the toilet and pulling his dick from his boxer shorts with the door still open.

He hung onto the towel rack with one hand and his penis with the other. He almost buckled with relief as he let out a stream of urine.  When it was finally finished, he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes for a moment. He wasn’t looking forward to trying to get back to bed.

Already his toes were pulsing with the blood rushing down into them, pushing against the cast.

He tried to figure out how to turn around, but the space was far too narrow. Jared sighed and started backing his way out, sliding his immobile leg along the ground behind him. He was using muscles now that hadn’t gotten a work out…well, maybe ever.

Inch by inch, rug burn itching across his exposed toes, Jared hobbled his way back to the bed. He collapsed back onto it with a sigh and his head hit Courtney’s back. She looked groggily at him and swatted at his face.

Jared was only part way to his goal, though. Both his legs were still on the ground beside the bed. He gripped the edge and pulled himself back up to sitting, then shifted his body around until he was facing the right way and heaved his heavy plaster-covered leg back up onto its pillows.

The ends of his toes were bright red from rug burn and blood pooling. They itched, but he couldn’t quite reach them. He wiggled them anxiously, hoping it would alleviate the itch, but it didn’t do much.

“Courtney,” he hissed.

“Mrmph,” she said without opening her eyes.

“Will you scratch my toes for me?”

She lifted her head and raised an eyebrow. “Gross,” she said.

“Look, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t have to,” Jared said. “They’re killing me.”

She sighed. “Fine.” She sat up, her boobs falling forward against the thin silk of her top and Jared could clearly see the outline of her nipples as she leaned over him.

She covered her fingers in a corner of the bed sheets and rubbed them over his toes. Jared fell back, his head arching and a groan escaping his lips. It felt so good he thought he might burst.  “Please don’t stop, baby,” he groaned.

His dick was actually getting hard from this. It hadn’t escaped Courtney’s notice.

She smiled a lazy morning smile and inched her way up to his boxers. She sprung loose his dick from the flap of cloth and lowered her mouth over it. Jared began to shake and the muscles tightening in pleasure all over his body caused pain in his injured leg.

He cried out and he wasn’t even sure himself if it was more from bliss or from pain. Each moment of delicious moist mouth against his skin brought with it spasms of pain, not just in his leg but all over where he had been bruised and battered by his encounter with the tree.

As good as a morning blow job was, Jared just couldn’t take it. He grabbed Courtney’s hair in his hands and gasped, “Stop, please.”

But she only moved faster straining against his fingers tangled in her curls.

“Oh God,” Jared cried. “Stop, stop, please.” He begged louder and louder as she moved faster and faster, his penis solid as granite in her soft wet mouth.

He itched and shifted but he could barely move at all. Every muscle in his body seemed to be screaming in pain.

That’s when he came, hard and fast, right into her mouth. It felt like a volcano erupting out of him. He went limp as a ragdoll and whimpered while Courtney jumped up and started getting dressed for the day.

When she was dressed to go, Courtney said, “Want to come downstairs and hang out in the lounge while I ski?”

“No, I’m good,” Jared managed. There was no way he was going to move for the next seven or eight hours.

“Suit yourself,” Courtney said and bounded out the door.