Pain and Suffering

By Peggy Buxton

It was to be a simple bank job. No one was to get hurt. The shotgun was just to scare everyone. He never expected some hero waiting in line with a gun. It went so wrong in the blink of an eye. One woman was killed, and Juju Clark's leg was injured so badly it was amputated. Juju accepted the loss and found an attorney to file a lawsuit. She learned about devotees and wannabes. Somehow that helped.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Peggy Buxton
• Release date: Apr 17, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370048144

Peggy Buxton

Author, wife, lover, and amputee. I have been missing my left leg for years. Growing up I felt that it should not be there, and it is has been a blessing to have it gone. Today's term for this condition is BIID and in the past simply referred to as being a 'wannabe'. I am a full-time crutch user. Like my husband, I find amputees fascinating. 'Devotee' is the frequently used term. My stories have characters that mirror my life in some manner - wanted/needed to be an amputee or want to live with an amputee. I make no apology for my descriptions of these people and there is no intent to take away from the suffering of some amputees. I love feedback on the stories, but I cannot promise to reply.

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Prologue

Juju Clark stepped from the free clinic into the heat of the day in Jasper. The sutures had just been removed from the stump of her left leg. She had faired better than the woman next to her during the bank robbery. The woman had caught most of the buckshot and died at the hospital. Juju was forty-two, dirt poor, and the ambulance had taken her past Roger’s Memorial Hospital straight to Charity where they did not even attempt to save her leg. The amputation removed all but a few inches of the thigh. Juju was discharged a few days later to save the government money, and told to go to the free clinic to have the sutures out.

Her car was as old as she was. Probably looked better too. At least it got her where she needed. She was on her own after high school with no prospects for a real job. She found a way to go to vocational school and became a bookkeeper for one of the many paper mills. It was not a glamorous job, but it paid enough to live on.

Chapter 1

Juju grew up in a rundown mobile home on the outskirts of Mineral Springs, a place not much different from Jasper. Her mother checked groceries at the IGA until the day she died two years ago. Wanda had married but that did not last long after she became pregnant with Juju.

Wanda entertained a few men. A euphemism for being a prostitute, though she did not get paid much. Juju would hear Wanda moaning an oft repeated refrain, and the man groaning as he finished whatever he was doing. Sometimes the bedroom door was still open, and Juju would watch, wondering what that felt like for either.

One day Juju happened to see Jed and Wanda naked in the kitchen. He was missing a leg. It had been the first stump Juju had ever seen. Wanda was facedown over the counter. He was in her from the back, the stump swinging back as forth with each thrust. She was telling him how good it felt, and how she hoped he would not stop. It went on longer than with the other men. How long could a man do that?

Marie was Juju’s best friend, and lived in the next trailer. Several hundred feet separated them, but Juju could hear Marie’s mother, Beatrice, carrying on with her men. It was just sex, not love, so it did not matter. Jed was with Beatrice about as often as with Wanda. Juju always wondered if it was the missing leg or the endurance.

The girls would walk through the piney woods along the dirt trails, talking about school, boys, growing up, and their mothers sex lives. Marie had seen everything Juju had. There were no secrets.

One hot day by the small creek, Juju and Marie were alone, skinny dipping and flirting with each other.

Do you finger-fuck yourself? Juju said not long after she first discovered how nice it felt. I’ve started using a long-neck beer bottle, too. He’s my lover. She giggled. Oh Mark, you’re so thick and long, she cooed as she had heard her mother say often.

It helps me get to sleep when she’s carrying on. Marie said, then grinned as she rubbed a hand over Juju’s crotch. Want me to do it to you?

Oh, yeah-h, please-e, Juju drawled. I want you to French kiss my mouth.

Only if you kiss my pussy.

They giggled and spent the next half-hour having sex in various ways, kissing, fingering, and enjoying all that happened.

I guess now we’re lesbians, Marie said splashing water on Juju.

Don’t you ever want to be fucked by a man?

Jed is her favorite. I’d want someone like him.

‘Cause he has one leg?

That’s pretty nice, Marie said, but because he’s the only one that lasts more than a few minutes.

I’ve seen Jed fucking my mother from the back while she leaned on the kitchen counter. I can’t tell if he is in her ass or pussy. Regardless, she’s acting like she’s enjoying it. Do you think our mothers are pretending? Mother has some dirty books by her bed. I’ve read a few. They talk about an orgasm, or a climax. I think it’s when a girl feels all hot and tingly during sex. I think I felt that way just a bit ago.

Me too.

Juju and Marie spread the beach towels on the banks of the creek and cuddled close, mouths on mouths, and fingers probing deep between thighs. God, this feels fantastic Juju thought, even if it means I’m a lesbian.

Would you want to suck a cock? Marie said. My cousin showed me his. I held it with one hand. He said I could rub it, so I did. He came pretty fast, but he seemed to like what I had done. I tasted it. Salty, but nice, so I put him inside my mouth. I’d do that again, I think.

He’s the one that was visiting a few months ago?

Uh-huh. Ray. He’s a year older. He saw you and wanted you to do it to him.

Maybe next time, as long as he doesn’t put it in my pussy. Juju giggled and began humping her crotch against Marie’s. Isn’t my cock the best? she teased.

It’s so big, almost too big. Don’t you dare stop.

But Juju did stop. She pushed Marie’s knee up against her chest and fondled what appeared to be a legless hip. Marie pulled the other knee up and held them there.

Marie cooed softly, fuck a poor helpless girl without legs, why don’t you?

How’d you get so lucky?

Doctor said one needed to be cut off, so I asked if he’d do both. He said if that’s what I wanted he would.

Maybe he’d cut one of mine off.

I’m sure he would. All I had to do was give him a blowjob.

I’d do that to have my leg cut off. You think guys would want me as much as our mothers want Jed?

I sometimes wonder what that’s all about. Marie laughed and straightened out her legs. I know Jed didn’t want it, but he seems okay with how he is.

You think they kiss his stump? Would that feel good?

"I saw her kissing all over it, and he was acting like it felt really good."

Man, Juju moaned, what would it be like to have one leg?

Chapter 2

Juju stopped and looked back over her shoulder at the Jasper Free Clinic, replaying conversations with Marie from many years ago, then unlocked the car door. She had not wanted the amputation, but at forty-two, she now knew what Jed felt. It was not bad. The breeze swirled around playing with the knee-length dress. The short stump moved about reminding her that the leg was really gone. If she could undo the past two weeks, she wondered if she would.

Maybe Juju was not a raving beauty, or even pretty. She was content with her appearance. Men had asked Juju out on dates. A few had frequently. After the first marriage, she understood why her mother had not settled down with just one man. Juju had followed the same path Wanda had, entertaining men for money. Would they still be interested? She loved the sensations of sex, the way the erections filled her and the rush of fluid when they came. She even loved oral sex. Like her mother, Juju lost all her teeth by thirty. She wore dentures always. A few of her dates did know, and only wanted her to suck them without them. She thought it was weird, but understood it might feel better.

Juju had never forgotten Marie, and all they had shared. It was sad that Marie had died in a car wreck with a boyfriend. Juju had a string of girlfriends, but nothing lasted more than a year. Her collection of dildos and vibrators and beer bottles was enough.

Driving down the road, nearing her trailer, Juju rubbed her stump. It was nice having the sutures out. Soon, the incision would be fully healed, and less harsh looking.

Inside, the light was blinking on the answering machine.

I’m David Marsh, a personal injury attorney. We should discuss how to develop a lawsuit regarding the bank robbery and your injuries. Please call me at your convenience.

He was the second attorney to call. The other was from the bank offering to pay any medical bills, but offered no compensation for pain and suffering. State agencies would cover the stay at Charity Hospital, and the suture removal was free. It would be nice to receive money for the loss of the leg. Pain and suffering they called it.

Juju undressed and stared at the reflection in the tall mirror. Not so bad looking now that the sutures were gone. She raised and lowered the stump a few times, admiring the appearance. Though her breasts sagged some, they were full and nice looking. Her hips were firm. Somehow she had managed to avoid getting fat like so many women in town. She dropped her dentures on the bathroom counter and grinned.

Damn nice looking mouth you got there, she said, then licked her tongue across her gums a few times, holding both breasts with her hands. Suck my pussy, why don’t ya? Years before, she had managed to find the money years to have all the hair on her body permanently removed. She loved how that made her look between the thighs. She spread her vagina and pushed her crotch forward. You know you want to eat me.

None of the male customers had called, or even known about the amputation. How would they react? Juju was anxious to know what sex would be like with one leg. She had already masturbated countless times. That was actually better than before. Why, she did not know, but it was.

She walked naked around the trailer. It needed to be cleaned, but that was the last thing she felt like doing. The ceiling fan stirred hot air about, but did little to cool the place. She pulled a loose fitting house dress on and took a bottle of beer out to a lounge chair in the shade of a few tall pine trees. It felt good there. Some of the webbing was rotted and ripped, but if she was careful she would not fall though.

Halfway though the bottle, Juju slipped