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by mabauterklamm and YamaguchiShun

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--- Lena's Trap ---

Polly awoke in the hospital bed in Laura's playroom feeling fresh and rested. She had slept superbly, even though, or perhaps because, both arms and legs had been in straight stretched plaster casts overnight, resting elevated on cotton slings, spreading all limbs wide apart. And as always, her neck and back brace had not bothered her in the least.

"Dr. Laura!" The first call was more of a croak, so she cleared her throat and tried again directly. "Dr. Laura! I am awake!"

No answer; indeed, not even the faintest sound could be heard. Frowning, Polly tried to look at a clock and only then did she notice that her arms were no longer encased. She lifted both arms out of the slings and looked at them in amazement, as if she hadn't seen her own hands in a long time.

"Have I been sleeping so deeply? Or did I dream it all?"

She ran her hands over her naked body, feeling the metallic neck and back brace around her torso and between her ample breasts. Her fingertips continued to slide over her bare skin until they finally arrived between her legs. She found, to her regret, that there was something delightful missing. But after all, her legs were still in their long leg casts that hung elevated above her bed.

"Dr. Laura!" called Polly again. Still no answer came, so she decided to get up. Laura had to be somewhere, after all. As she tried to lift her casted legs out of the slings, she suddenly realized what a bad sore muscle she had in her buttocks and legs. Today, she would certainly have a hard time limping in her long leg walking casts. Fortunately, Laura had freed her arms from the casts. No telling what other bones she would have broken if she had fallen here in Laura's absence.

Briefly, she massaged her arms and found enough strength to push her upper body up until she was sitting on the bed. The fingers of her right hand touched a sheet of paper, the fingers of her left hand, a metallic, cold to the touch object. It was shaped like a cone tapered flat in front and smelled like dishwashing liquid with a lemon scent.

"There you are!" murmured Polly, her fingers playing with the metal object as she wondered if she should use it for another round. But then her stomach alerted her to more important needs with a demanding growl. She lifted the sheet of paper in front of her face and discovered, to her delight, a message from Laura: "I'm at the hospital on an urgent matter. I have prepared breakfast for you in the kitchen. Serve yourself! Dr. Laura."

Breakfast! That was what she needed now. Polly lifted her plastered legs over the edge of the bed and pushed her butt behind them until her plastered heels lowered to the floor. She straightened up, screwing up her face. This sore muscle was literally a pain in her ass.

She had quickly found her crutch, jammed it under her arm and so, in all her naked glory, she struggled into the kitchen where she found a bountiful breakfast on the table. Slowly she sat down on a chair and enjoyed sandwiches, fruit salad and hard boiled eggs. So lucky that Laura had freed her arms from the cast. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to move her arms anywhere near her mouth. Polly giggled as she imagined herself peeling the eggs with her tongue and lips and eating it all with her mouth like a dog. That would have been no easy task, even for her with the motion-restricted neck and back brace.

Sated, she finally stroked her bare, well-filled belly and wondered how long Laura's appointment at the hospital would take. Then she noticed the mess in Laura's kitchen and decided to thank her for breakfast in her own way. She braced herself again, grabbed the dirty dishes and hobbled first to the dishwasher, which she put away bent over like a barrier at a railroad crossing before putting the food back in the refrigerator and pantry.

Still Laura was not back. Shrugging her shoulders, Polly made her way back to the playroom. Those aching muscles tormented her so much that she was glad when she arrived back at the bed. She sat down and groaned as she lifted her casted legs back into the slings and lowered herself back onto the pillow. Her left hand touched the metallic object again and Polly pushed a button, causing the object to begin vibrating.

Now is the right time for another round, Polly thought to herself with a grin, wincing as she embraced the cooling metal. This time it was much drier than the night before. But Polly more than made up for it, and so she lulled herself contentedly to sleep with rhythmic movements of her right hand.

* * * * * *

Hours later, Polly startled. Wet sweat stood on her forehead and an inner restlessness had taken possession of her, which she could not explain where it came from. But then fragments of her dream came back to her: a stormy sea. Deep troughs of waves crashing overhead. And close by, yet so far away, was Cindy, threatening to drown. Suddenly Laura appeared in a lifeboat, reached out to Cindy, but before their hands could touch, Laura herself fell into the water and immediately sank. At that moment, Polly's dreaming mind fled back to reality.

Polly straightened up heavily and contorted her face as the pain of her aching lower body muscles jolted through her body. Looking at the clock, she realized that it was already early evening and once again she lifted her casted legs out of their slings to stand up.

Oh my goodness! These sore muscles were getting worse and worse.

"Dr. Laura?" she called out loudly. Still no response.

Thinking of her nightmare, Polly began to worry. She straightened up on her cast, wasted no time getting dressed, and hobbled around the house naked except for her casted legs and neck and back brace with the crutch under her left armpit. She found no sign of Laura, however.

Suddenly, something scratched at the door, as if someone were shoving a key into the hole.

"Dr. Laura! You're back at last!"

Polly scrambled into the hallway as the door swung open and Polly's smile died on her lips.

Laura was in a wheelchair, both arms from the top of her upper arms to her fingers and both legs below her hips to her toes in thick casts. Elbows and knees were bent at about right angles. Laura's face reflected a mixture of pain, anger and resignation.

"Oh my God! Dr. Laura! What happened?"

Laura sniffled, her fingers gripping the wheels of her wheelchair.

"That damn sister!" she moaned, trying to push herself into the hallway. But she lacked the strength to do so and literally slumped in her wheelchair. "She set me up to get me away from the patients."

"What, what sister? Lena?" Polly was speechless, but hurried (as well as one could hurry with two fully casted legs and a neck and back brace) to get behind Laura's wheelchair and push her into the apartment. Bravely, she ignored her sore leg muscles.

"Thank you, Polly." Laura tried to smile, but she couldn't hide her bitterness and remained in a silently somber mood even while Polly made them tea. Polly was really worried because Laura hadn't even reprimanded her for standing naked in the hallway when Dr. Laura had opened the door. It was unthinkable what a bad impression Dr. Laura, and of course she herself, would have made on a possible colleague. But now she left it at that. It certainly made no difference now.

Finally, Polly sat across from her, put a straw into Laura's tea cup and crossed her arms under her bare breasts.

"Would you like to tell me what happened, Dr. Laura?"

"Like to?" Laura snorted. "I have to. For the sake of the hospital's salvation!"

"Okay..." Polly smiled slightly, and her silence was prompt enough for Laura to begin.

"I visited my sister Lena in her office. She seemed to have been expecting me already, because she was standing in front of her desk in her impeccable business clothes, had her fat butt squeezed into a short skirt and was wearing black pantyhose. Her weight had shifted entirely to her healthy left leg, as her right was in a short leg cast with a cast shoe. Her cast is black as is her soul." Somberly, Laura stared ahead for a moment before continuing. "'Well, if it isn't my lovely sister Laura!" she said, eyeing me with her cold blue eyes through some reading glasses. You know, Polly, at this moment I almost lost my courage."

"Dr. Laura! Being so..." It took Polly a moment to find the right word. "...discouraged, I don't know you at all!"

Laura managed to slump down a bit more in her wheelchair. "I quickly feel so small in her presence," she confessed in a brittle voice. "But on my visit, I mustered up my boldness and asked her to let me continue working despite my cast. She briefly eyed me leaning on my crutches and my short leg cast. And while I wiggled my toes, she shook her head and said that it was her job as a boss to look out for her employees. If only for that care, she ought to send me home."

"Well," Polly interjected. "That's nice of her!"

Laura gave Polly a withering look for that remark. "Watch what you say, Polly! You know my passion for orthopedics!"

"Sorry, Dr. Laura! Go on with your story, please!"

"You know, Polly. It wasn't like I walked into my sister's office completely unprepared. I had a plan. There's a special rule in our hospital that would have allowed me to decide for myself whether or not I could continue working." Laura looked seriously at Polly's face. "After all, it's me who is the doctor, not my sister!"

"And you are the best doctor!" said Polly quickly, hoping to appease Laura.

"I told Lena about it and all she said was, 'Show me!' Then she pointed to the top shelf of her bookshelf, a monster of heavy, black wood that reached almost to the ceiling and was crammed with all kinds of heavy books on accounting, labor law, and leadership guides. 'I think up there is what you're looking for.' And there's a stool for you to climb on as you are too small to get it without.'"

"Sounds fair, after all, she's hurt, too. Besides, you told me she doesn't tolerate pain very well, Dr. Laura."

"Ha!" said Laura, completely without glee. "She then actually hobbled around her desk to her chair and dropped heavily into it and lifted her leg cast onto her desk. She tried very hard not to show her pain. But Lena may be able to hide a lot, but not that." Laura paused for a moment.

"And then?"

"Then I grabbed the damn stool, got on it, stretched all the way to get to that damn book, but I was still too short. Behind me, I heard Lena snort softly. She was certainly having the time of her life watching me struggle. And that pissed me off even more. I wanted to show her what I was capable of. And that's exactly what her trap was!"

"Dr. Laura! You always speak so negatively of your sister! Maybe you're doing her an injustice!"

Laura looked at Polly as if she had lost her mind. "NE-VER!" she said, emphasizing each syllable with vigor. "I held on to the shelf the book was on and pulled myself up so I could step on another shelf with my healthy foot. But before my leg could leave the seat of the stool, one of its legs broke. I clawed at the bookshelf and..." At the memory, the shadow of pain flitted across Laura's face again. "... And then the shelf fell over. Right on top of me!"

"Oh my goodness!"

"And the worst part, Polly, the very worst part, is that I'm sure Lena prepared both the stool and the shelf."

"That's a really bad accusation, Dr. Laura!" But Polly's subliminal rebuke fell on deaf ears with Laura.

"An accusation I can't prove!" And after these words, delivered with bitterness, Laura lapsed back into brooding silence.

Polly stroked her nipples thoughtfully. But she quickly dismissed the idea of suggesting a little medical play to Laura now. The doctor was just too broken, physically and mentally, and too depressed at the moment.

to be continued...

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Description
Previous>>

Mature Content

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by mabauterklamm and YamaguchiShun

Language check by JimA378

--- Lena's Trap ---

Polly awoke in the hospital bed in Laura's playroom feeling fresh and rested. She had slept superbly, even though, or perhaps because, both arms and legs had been in straight stretched plaster casts overnight, resting elevated on cotton slings, spreading all limbs wide apart. And as always, her neck and back brace had not bothered her in the least.

"Dr. Laura!" The first call was more of a croak, so she cleared her throat and tried again directly. "Dr. Laura! I am awake!"

No answer; indeed, not even the faintest sound could be heard. Frowning, Polly tried to look at a clock and only then did she notice that her arms were no longer encased. She lifted both arms out of the slings and looked at them in amazement, as if she hadn't seen her own hands in a long time.

"Have I been sleeping so deeply? Or did I dream it all?"

She ran her hands over her naked body, feeling the metallic neck and back brace around her torso and between her ample breasts. Her fingertips continued to slide over her bare skin until they finally arrived between her legs. She found, to her regret, that there was something delightful missing. But after all, her legs were still in their long leg casts that hung elevated above her bed.

"Dr. Laura!" called Polly again. Still no answer came, so she decided to get up. Laura had to be somewhere, after all. As she tried to lift her casted legs out of the slings, she suddenly realized what a bad sore muscle she had in her buttocks and legs. Today, she would certainly have a hard time limping in her long leg walking casts. Fortunately, Laura had freed her arms from the casts. No telling what other bones she would have broken if she had fallen here in Laura's absence.

Briefly, she massaged her arms and found enough strength to push her upper body up until she was sitting on the bed. The fingers of her right hand touched a sheet of paper, the fingers of her left hand, a metallic, cold to the touch object. It was shaped like a cone tapered flat in front and smelled like dishwashing liquid with a lemon scent.

"There you are!" murmured Polly, her fingers playing with the metal object as she wondered if she should use it for another round. But then her stomach alerted her to more important needs with a demanding growl. She lifted the sheet of paper in front of her face and discovered, to her delight, a message from Laura: "I'm at the hospital on an urgent matter. I have prepared breakfast for you in the kitchen. Serve yourself! Dr. Laura."

Breakfast! That was what she needed now. Polly lifted her plastered legs over the edge of the bed and pushed her butt behind them until her plastered heels lowered to the floor. She straightened up, screwing up her face. This sore muscle was literally a pain in her ass.

She had quickly found her crutch, jammed it under her arm and so, in all her naked glory, she struggled into the kitchen where she found a bountiful breakfast on the table. Slowly she sat down on a chair and enjoyed sandwiches, fruit salad and hard boiled eggs. So lucky that Laura had freed her arms from the cast. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to move her arms anywhere near her mouth. Polly giggled as she imagined herself peeling the eggs with her tongue and lips and eating it all with her mouth like a dog. That would have been no easy task, even for her with the motion-restricted neck and back brace.

Sated, she finally stroked her bare, well-filled belly and wondered how long Laura's appointment at the hospital would take. Then she noticed the mess in Laura's kitchen and decided to thank her for breakfast in her own way. She braced herself again, grabbed the dirty dishes and hobbled first to the dishwasher, which she put away bent over like a barrier at a railroad crossing before putting the food back in the refrigerator and pantry.

Still Laura was not back. Shrugging her shoulders, Polly made her way back to the playroom. Those aching muscles tormented her so much that she was glad when she arrived back at the bed. She sat down and groaned as she lifted her casted legs back into the slings and lowered herself back onto the pillow. Her left hand touched the metallic object again and Polly pushed a button, causing the object to begin vibrating.

Now is the right time for another round, Polly thought to herself with a grin, wincing as she embraced the cooling metal. This time it was much drier than the night before. But Polly more than made up for it, and so she lulled herself contentedly to sleep with rhythmic movements of her right hand.

* * * * * *

Hours later, Polly startled. Wet sweat stood on her forehead and an inner restlessness had taken possession of her, which she could not explain where it came from. But then fragments of her dream came back to her: a stormy sea. Deep troughs of waves crashing overhead. And close by, yet so far away, was Cindy, threatening to drown. Suddenly Laura appeared in a lifeboat, reached out to Cindy, but before their hands could touch, Laura herself fell into the water and immediately sank. At that moment, Polly's dreaming mind fled back to reality.

Polly straightened up heavily and contorted her face as the pain of her aching lower body muscles jolted through her body. Looking at the clock, she realized that it was already early evening and once again she lifted her casted legs out of their slings to stand up.

Oh my goodness! These sore muscles were getting worse and worse.

"Dr. Laura?" she called out loudly. Still no response.

Thinking of her nightmare, Polly began to worry. She straightened up on her cast, wasted no time getting dressed, and hobbled around the house naked except for her casted legs and neck and back brace with the crutch under her left armpit. She found no sign of Laura, however.

Suddenly, something scratched at the door, as if someone were shoving a key into the hole.

"Dr. Laura! You're back at last!"

Polly scrambled into the hallway as the door swung open and Polly's smile died on her lips.

Laura was in a wheelchair, both arms from the top of her upper arms to her fingers and both legs below her hips to her toes in thick casts. Elbows and knees were bent at about right angles. Laura's face reflected a mixture of pain, anger and resignation.

"Oh my God! Dr. Laura! What happened?"

Laura sniffled, her fingers gripping the wheels of her wheelchair.

"That damn sister!" she moaned, trying to push herself into the hallway. But she lacked the strength to do so and literally slumped in her wheelchair. "She set me up to get me away from the patients."

"What, what sister? Lena?" Polly was speechless, but hurried (as well as one could hurry with two fully casted legs and a neck and back brace) to get behind Laura's wheelchair and push her into the apartment. Bravely, she ignored her sore leg muscles.

"Thank you, Polly." Laura tried to smile, but she couldn't hide her bitterness and remained in a silently somber mood even while Polly made them tea. Polly was really worried because Laura hadn't even reprimanded her for standing naked in the hallway when Dr. Laura had opened the door. It was unthinkable what a bad impression Dr. Laura, and of course she herself, would have made on a possible colleague. But now she left it at that. It certainly made no difference now.

Finally, Polly sat across from her, put a straw into Laura's tea cup and crossed her arms under her bare breasts.

"Would you like to tell me what happened, Dr. Laura?"

"Like to?" Laura snorted. "I have to. For the sake of the hospital's salvation!"

"Okay..." Polly smiled slightly, and her silence was prompt enough for Laura to begin.

"I visited my sister Lena in her office. She seemed to have been expecting me already, because she was standing in front of her desk in her impeccable business clothes, had her fat butt squeezed into a short skirt and was wearing black pantyhose. Her weight had shifted entirely to her healthy left leg, as her right was in a short leg cast with a cast shoe. Her cast is black as is her soul." Somberly, Laura stared ahead for a moment before continuing. "'Well, if it isn't my lovely sister Laura!" she said, eyeing me with her cold blue eyes through some reading glasses. You know, Polly, at this moment I almost lost my courage."

"Dr. Laura! Being so..." It took Polly a moment to find the right word. "...discouraged, I don't know you at all!"

Laura managed to slump down a bit more in her wheelchair. "I quickly feel so small in her presence," she confessed in a brittle voice. "But on my visit, I mustered up my boldness and asked her to let me continue working despite my cast. She briefly eyed me leaning on my crutches and my short leg cast. And while I wiggled my toes, she shook her head and said that it was her job as a boss to look out for her employees. If only for that care, she ought to send me home."

"Well," Polly interjected. "That's nice of her!"

Laura gave Polly a withering look for that remark. "Watch what you say, Polly! You know my passion for orthopedics!"

"Sorry, Dr. Laura! Go on with your story, please!"

"You know, Polly. It wasn't like I walked into my sister's office completely unprepared. I had a plan. There's a special rule in our hospital that would have allowed me to decide for myself whether or not I could continue working." Laura looked seriously at Polly's face. "After all, it's me who is the doctor, not my sister!"

"And you are the best doctor!" said Polly quickly, hoping to appease Laura.

"I told Lena about it and all she said was, 'Show me!' Then she pointed to the top shelf of her bookshelf, a monster of heavy, black wood that reached almost to the ceiling and was crammed with all kinds of heavy books on accounting, labor law, and leadership guides. 'I think up there is what you're looking for.' And there's a stool for you to climb on as you are too small to get it without.'"

"Sounds fair, after all, she's hurt, too. Besides, you told me she doesn't tolerate pain very well, Dr. Laura."

"Ha!" said Laura, completely without glee. "She then actually hobbled around her desk to her chair and dropped heavily into it and lifted her leg cast onto her desk. She tried very hard not to show her pain. But Lena may be able to hide a lot, but not that." Laura paused for a moment.

"And then?"

"Then I grabbed the damn stool, got on it, stretched all the way to get to that damn book, but I was still too short. Behind me, I heard Lena snort softly. She was certainly having the time of her life watching me struggle. And that pissed me off even more. I wanted to show her what I was capable of. And that's exactly what her trap was!"

"Dr. Laura! You always speak so negatively of your sister! Maybe you're doing her an injustice!"

Laura looked at Polly as if she had lost her mind. "NE-VER!" she said, emphasizing each syllable with vigor. "I held on to the shelf the book was on and pulled myself up so I could step on another shelf with my healthy foot. But before my leg could leave the seat of the stool, one of its legs broke. I clawed at the bookshelf and..." At the memory, the shadow of pain flitted across Laura's face again. "... And then the shelf fell over. Right on top of me!"

"Oh my goodness!"

"And the worst part, Polly, the very worst part, is that I'm sure Lena prepared both the stool and the shelf."

"That's a really bad accusation, Dr. Laura!" But Polly's subliminal rebuke fell on deaf ears with Laura.

"An accusation I can't prove!" And after these words, delivered with bitterness, Laura lapsed back into brooding silence.

Polly stroked her nipples thoughtfully. But she quickly dismissed the idea of suggesting a little medical play to Laura now. The doctor was just too broken, physically and mentally, and too depressed at the moment.

to be continued...

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