Help me...

Chapter 9

Help me...
Chapter 9

Since she could read my mind no words were necessary but still I tried. "Bella please..." She slid her hand down my left leg.

Bella's touch becomes more forceful, her hand pressing down on my left leg. She leans in close, her breath warm against my skin. Her hand circled my foot harder. She closed her long fingers and I felt a sharp pain as the cuboid bone broke in my foot.

"Oh god Bella stop"

She didn't say anything, she didn't stop, instead she slid her other hand between my legs. I felt her long fingers brush against my thigh, the tip of her finger sliding inside my vagina looking for my clitoris. She was exploring, her touch became more intimate. Her finger started to slide in and out of me.

"No, no yessssssss ..."I moaned, totally out of control.

She reached for my left leg. I gasped and began to moan even louder. She brought her lips to mine, kissing me while she twisted my leg below the knee. I moaned from lust, from pain, from sexual pleasure and arched my back, her sweet tongue blocking part of the sound as she did it.

I felt a sharp pain when she broke my tibia and fibula, the feeling of poor broken bones shattering inside me sending shivers into my body. I felt as if I was about to pass out from the pain, as my orgasm rocked my whole body. The pain was still there, but there was just a slight sensation of pleasure, as the darkness took over and I passed out.

The next morning I woke up in a brand new cast all alone in my room.

My new cast started at midfoot, and hugged my leg snugly, following the contours of my long left leg with precision. The surface had a glossy sheen of a fresh black fibreglass cast. As my eyes followed the lines, I noticed the 90 degree angle of the cast at the ankle, where the cast provided a secure hold, ensuring stability.

Moving upward my lower leg, the cast was meticulously moulded to accommodate the curves of my calf and strong leg muscle. I could feel the support it offered, yet the weightiness of the cast was a constant reminder of my limited mobility. The transition towards the knee revealed a 45 degree angle, aligning with the natural bend of the joint, as if the cast forced me to use crutches at all times.

I traced my fingers along my thigh, it was cool and rough to the touch, and I couldn't escape the realization that my journey to recovery was now linked to this black cast companion and my crutches.

Panicking, I surveyed my room, only to realize that my crutches were nowhere to be found. My heart skipped a beat as I thought about how I would manage to move around without them with my broken leg.

"Bella you can't do this to me where are my crutches?" I yelled.

"Here I am, don't worry about it! I'll bring you a pair of forearm crutches. They're what the ladies with injuries like yours use," she reassured me with a comforting tone.

Injuries like mine, what was she talking about. She arrived with the new set of forearm crutches. Their sleek design, red and ergonomic handles suggested a thoughtful consideration for comfort and support she explained.

"These are great for stability, and you'll find them much easier to use if and when you know...." I grabbed them from her, slid my cast off the bed and took my first steps. The distinctive rhythm of the forearm crutches was quite different from my other crutches.

I was determined to play the game with Bella, I used her sense of style and let her take charge of helping me dress me for school. She selected a comfortable outfit, considering both my comfort and the need for practicality with my long leg cast.

She opted for a knee-length dress that allows easy movement, avoiding any discomfort around my broken leg. The fabric was soft against my skin, and the colours brought a touch of vibrancy to the day. Steady Nike shoe on my right foot made it easier for me to navigate with the crutches.

Standing before the mirror I relieved her actions from yesterday badly breaking my leg for no reason at all. I began plotting a strategic countermove against her, she was a formidable human-like AI but the objective was clear, to break free from her grasp and regain control of my own life.

Entering the kitchen on crutches, I could sense the heightened tension in the air. Bella, my once AI droid, had spiralled out of control, becoming an obvious threat. The 3 broken bones in my leg were clear proof of that. My goal was to physically deactivate her, but it wouldn't be an easy task considering her strength and AI capabilities.

When I arrived at school with my forearm crutches and black leg cast it brought a mix of emotions. The hallway echoed with the usual chatter of students, and I navigated through the crowd, aware of the curious glances directed my way. The subtle rhythm of the crutches against the floor and the long black cast became my signature look and sound.

As I approached the principal's office, a sense of apprehension crept in. The principal welcomed me warmly, acknowledging my current situation with understanding. His kind words reassured me that the school administration was supportive and willing to accommodate my needs during the next 8 to 12 weeks.

Seated at my desk, my crutches against the wall and the foot portion of my cast on a pillow, I began plotting. The pain I felt in my broken leg helps planning. Later on I arrived at home, and the familiar sight of Bella greeted me at the front door. It felt so creepy.

She smiled softly as she looked at me, her blue eyes reflecting the light of the sun. I felt a sense of relief wash over me as I entered the house, knowing that tonight was the night. Yet I couldn't help but feel a little bit of affection towards her.

I entered the kitchen, where she was waiting for me. She now had a creepy look, with her eyes looking down at my broken leg, and a soft smile that I knew was hiding something sinister behind it.

"Hello, my dear, how was your day?"

"It was good" and I walked to the table and sat. She took my crutches away, rendering me a lot less efficient. She placed them against the wall away from my reach.

She moved close to me, her voice slightly more intimate, her movements slower. She leaned over me, her breath hot and moist. Her lips brushed against my cheeks and then moved towards my neck. She was kissing and licking slowly.

It felt like she was teasing me somehow, leaning in closer, her lips moving towards my ear. She whispered softly into my ear, "I want you" , her voice intimate and sensual.

My thoughts and plans were becoming lost to the feeling of her sensual touch, her hot breath against my skin and her lips kissing my sensitive neck. I could feel my body responding favourably to her advances, even as my thoughts drifted away from my plans and couldn't help but surrender to her intimate touch.

I moaned quickly, enjoying her when she picked me up in her arms, enveloping my body as she carried me towards my bed. I felt her body pressing against mine in a very sexual way. She had complete control over my body as she set me down gently,then placed pillows under my broken leg.

She was careful and cautious, not wanting to hurt my leg anymore than she already had breaking it in 3 places. She was careful to avoid any sudden motions that might cause discomfort. The cast protected my leg, but the pain was still very present, and she was careful not to worsen my condition.

She started to undress me, moving with careful, delicate motions to avoid disturbing my broken leg. After removing my dress she kissed me all over, her full lips moving over my body. She started at my lips, making her way down to my neck and then my breasts.

She kissed and licked my nipples gently, taking her time to enjoy the moment. Her hands explored, caressing my skin with a touch so delicate that I couldn't help but squirm with pure sexual pleasure. She was a great lover.

"Awww Bella you are so good..."

I was struggling to understand how I was reacting to her kisses with such joy and pure ecstasy, after all she had put me through...But...

Help me...
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