A place for anyone to muse on the depravity of cutting off a woman's arms and legs and treating them like helpless fucktoys. A community project where anyone is free to contribute with their own stories about limbless girls and women. Heavy rape kink. Loli content allowed. Have fun everybody.

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I kick my feet up on my new footstool. Her name is Sandra, and three weeks ago I abducted her on her way home from night classes. I knocked her out, drugged her so she wouldn't wake up, then dragged her into my car and took her home with me. She's been living with me ever since.

Sandra doesn't like being my footstool. I can tell because she keeps fidgeting and trying to wriggle out from under my heels. She lets out muted cries of discomfort and shakes her head angrily, but that doesn't mean a thing to me.

The night I abducted Sandra, I amputated all her limbs and had her vocal chords cut out.

Sandra is a pretty woman. A very pretty woman. With her wavy light-brunette hair and her sensual, slender figure, she could have gotten any man she wanted.

Now, she's a very pretty torso. And she's all mine.

For a footstool, Sandra isn't the best though. Her back is nice and soft like a cushion, but I want a bit more support. It was a fun game, but I think I have better uses for the limbless woman. I stand up and pick her up off the ground.

I had decided I wanted to kidnap Sandra and cut off her arms and legs because I wanted a helpless female plaything that couldn't fight back or escape. Ripping out her vocal cords made her nice and quiet too. No matter what stupid whims I have for her, she's powerless to stop me or complain.

It's been great. She really is the perfect woman for me.

I mean, look at those nice breasts of hers. They aren't big, but they're mine to toy with as I please. As I sit down in my chair and rest her across my lap, I start to fondle them, a relaxed smile stretching across my face as I enjoy their softness.

I see her bandaged shoulders wiggling. It's hard to tell because I amputated her arms and legs up to the joint, but think she's trying to swat my hand away out of reflex. Sandra hates being touched sexually, but since I took away her arms, she can't actually do anything to resist while I have my way with her breasts. It's pathetic and adorable and it turns me on seeing just how powerless I've made this woman.

"Sandra," I say, my voice low as I gaze down at her with an amused smile. "If you don't like me touching you, all you need to do is ask me to stop. Loud and clear, come on."

I don't hide my smirk at her expense and that really makes her mad. She opens her mouth to yell and all that comes out is raspy whisper. She begins to thrash, swinging her head back against my side with all the strength she can muster, but it doesn't hurt at all.

Sandra's a torso. She can't put up any real fight. As soon as she gets fussy and hard to hold, I strike her with a slap. Her armless shoulders twitch as she tries to guard her face and fails.

My palm connects with her cheek with a satisfying smack.

That takes the wind out of her sails. She stops resisting immediately, recoiling as she starts weeping.

Breathy gasps escape her chest as she sobs. They're soft and quiet like every other noise that comes out of that ruined throat of hers, but it does make her chest heave dramatically with every labored breath.

This is what I like to see. A proud, beautiful woman, broken down into a miserable stump. It's everything I wanted when I took her off the streets that fateful night. Down below, my member stirs with excitement at the sight of this pathetic creature laid across my lap. No arms, no legs. No hope. All mine to casually dominate however I want. My pants grow tight, my boner prodding her back at this stark display of her absolute powerlessness.

She's turned me on and now I want to rape her.

As Sandra continues to cry, I transfer her onto my nearby coffee table. I leave her there on her back while I disrobe.

There's no need for modesty when it comes to Sandra. No matter how disgusted she gets with me, she can't leave the room or voice her disgust. If she doesn't like the sight of me stripping down naked in front of her, it doesn't matter how she feels because she's just a powerless victim. I get butt-naked right there with her in the room, subjecting her to the sight of my overweight body and my dreadful, rock-hard penis with glee.

I have the power to shove my superiority in Sandra's face despite her discomfort and that's a thrill I can't get enough of.

That's a big reason why raping her feels so good. As I look down on her lying on the table, my eyes hone in on her bare slit. It sits there exposed between the bandages wrapped around the sites on her empty hips where I amputated legs. Defenseless and inviting, I molest it with my gaze, relishing the unfettered access I have to such an enticing female hole. Warm, alive, nestled between the prettiest labia that protrudes beautifully without any thighs to obstruct the view. A fleshy flower that begs for me to take her with its vulnerability.

And take her I will.

I grab Sandra off the coffee table like the helpless slab of meat she is. I sit back down onto the couch with her, only this time I'm naked and ready to get up in her with this raging boner of mine. Instead of laying her across my lap, I hold her upright on my thighs so that we're face-to-face.

Sandra refuses to meet my gaze. She turns her face down, then to the side, looking every which way to avoid confronting her cruel reality. She knows what's coming and she hates it. Her face is red with shame and rage. My dick throbs against her stomach at the sight of such impotent fury.

Fine, don't look at me. Get raped, bitch.

With my hands on her sides, I grab on and lift Sandra's limbless torso for her. Up she goes, as if raised on invisible legs. She's going to ride me no matter what because she's a helpless torso of a woman. I can use my strength to manipulate her manually to get her to do so. As soon as the bottom of her legless pelvis clears the tip of my standing erection, I line her genitals up with my shaft on my own, and just like that, she's in position to be penetrated.

Sandra tries to resist, of course. She feebly shakes her hips, doing everything she can to distance her slit from my tip, but a little adjustment on my grip is all it takes to put it back into line with her entrance. I don't even need her cooperation. It's not like she can kick me without any legs. That's why I took them away from her after all.

I lower her body and her hole falls down with it, engulfing my shaft as I penetrate her. It stretches around the head of my cock and takes me as nature intended, spreading apart as I force myself in deeper and deeper. The woman's face contorts with disgust and discomfort, distraught as I once again let myself into her vagina. I see her shudder with misery as I take advantage of the moment, dragging her hips down the length of my shaft with the help of her own burdensome body weight.

Damn, this girl's cunt is hot. As it envelops me, my whole body shudders with pleasure. Inch by inch, her tight walls glide down my manhood lavishly, and it takes everything I have not to cum in her on the spot.

It's not just the physical pleasure that has me on the brink. The psychological high knowing that she doesn't want to be here, that she is riding me not of her own will, but because she's a mutilated victim that I'm using like a cocksleeve is immensely satisfying to behold. As the last of my inches wedge their way into her depths and her pelvis comes to a rest on my hilt, I marvel in the depravity of it all and moan.

"Oh god, do you feel that? That's me inside you, Sandra. I put you on like a condom and now your cunt is gripping me so tightly. Fuck, this feels so good!"

I laugh, moving my arms from her sides to over her shoulders, wrapping them around her neck as I draw her closer. My penis shifts around inside her from the movement, throbbing with delight.

I hold Sandra like this for a while, trying to calm down before things end prematurely. As I do so, I run a hand through her hair. I can feel her crying against my chest, her forehead pushing against me in her desire to get away. But she won't ever get away. I took away her limbs and she's mine to rape forever and she knows this. I can practically feel her soul shrivelling up in her chest as her pussy clings to my cock sadly. The pleasure of being filled eating away at her sanity, the girl gives up her struggle and goes limp against me.

"That's a good cunt. You just let me do all the work." Leaning back, I start to rock my hips as I slowly begin fucking her.

Sandra is a woman, so of course being raped gets her wet in no time. Her body recognizes my masculinity and responds in kind, loosening her cunt up for me without any work on my part. I just push myself in her deeper, jabbing into her back walls with my spongy tip and her slutty hole gulps me in like it's dying for it. Her ass claps against my balls as I thrust up into her relentlessly. At the same time, I control her torso like the fucktoy it is, shoving her hips down against mine over and over, making her ride me hard just how I like it. It hurts her with how much force I'm putting into fucking her, and I can feel her wincing in pain against my chest, but it's heaven for me, so I don't even entertain the idea of slowing down and sparing her defenseless little pussyhole.

By cutting off her arms and legs, I've made Sandra into an amazing fucktoy. By taking away her voice, I can slam away without the distracting shrieks of agony hurting my ears. I don't have to think about anything but how hot her flesh is, how tightly her hole squeezes my cock, and how satisfying it feel to plow into her without remorse.

Sandra is the best version of what a woman can be and I'm happier than ever with my decision to ruin her life. The pleasure of raping this limbless woman is worth her suffering, so much so that I wish I had given in to my dark urges sooner and done this to a woman years ago.

It didn't have to be Sandra. I would have been happy grabbing any woman off the streets and turning them into my helpless sex doll. I make sure to let her know this every chance I get, to tell her just how lucky she is and really rub in the fact that her suffering is never going to end. The sadistic pleasure this brings me gets me hot every time and when it does, I usually finish off with the most explosive orgasms. And so, reaching down and kneading Sandra's ass cheeks, I run my hands along her bandaged amputation sites down there and groan lustfully.

She's starting to gasp quietly now, just enough for me to hear the breaths. That really gets me going, and so I give in to my desires, picking up the pace as I pound into her quivering fuckhole with rapid, merciless thrusts.

"You like that, bitch? You like getting raped by the man who cut off your arms and legs? Yeah, you better squeeze that dick in you nice and tight. Fuck it like your life depends on it, because it does. I turned you into a helpless cripple. You need me. Without my help you wouldn't be getting any food or water on your own, so show me some fucking gratitude and make me cum. Make. Me. Cum."

My balls ache with need, my cock numb in ecstasy as I scrape into Sandra's insides hard and deep. It's a primal urge that does away with any pretense of decency or dignity. In this moment, she is not a woman anymore. She's a fuckable torso, a slab of sweaty fuckmeat made for being pounded into without reservation. Voiceless and out of options, her worth boils down to the writhing of her slick folds around that shaft buried deep inside. It is what she's kept alive for, a truth I made perfectly clear from the day she woke up the way she is now. Transformed into a creature whose only purpose is to be exploited, I selfishly ravish Sandra with all the pride in my heart.

There's no need to hold back with her. I want to blow my load in her and so I do.

I push myself into her cunt as deep as it can go and cum my nuts off inside her. Moaning loudly, I crush her in my embrace as I push her torso down onto my cock greedily. My penis melts into her warmth as it pulses within Sandra's hot depths.

No protection, no consent, I just unload into the defenseless torso woman freely, rope after rope of hot seed jetting right up against the entrance to her unresisting womb. I took away her voice so she couldn't say no and her body follows suit, milking me for everything she's got as she trembles in my grasp and pants for breath.

I smack Sandra's amputated ass and she tightens up really tight from that. She curls her torso into me and shudders and pants like an animal. She doesn't make much noise, but I know I just made her cum.

I make Sandra cum with my cock because her body recognizes what it's for and rewards her with pleasure for being a slut. She didn't know it when I first abducted her, but I've made sure she realizes that this is what she was born to do, and every mind-melting orgasm I force onto her ruined body makes it truer every time we do this. Turning her into my limbless sex slave was just the shortcut she needed to learn the truth.

And the truth is that she's a masochistic bitch that loves being raped while she can't move or fight back. Just like every other woman in the world. I'll show them all some day, but for now, I content myself with teaching Sandra alone her proper place on the end of my cock.

Feeling returns to my dick as the high of claiming my woman starts to dissipate. What's left is the satisfying sticky feeling of being buried in this hot slut's cunt. Too sensitive to move after an orgasm that intense, I hold her here and caress her affectionately as I let myself wind down at a casual pace.

She's still trembling from cumming her brains out. How cute!

Eventually, my cock softens and I limply tug it out of her hole. That's the end of our fun. I'm fulfilled as a man for the time being. I came and now I'm done playing with my girl. With a drowsy, content smile, I peel apart our sweaty bodies. Sandra, limp with exhaustion and despair, drops like a brick as I lift her off of my lap and dump her off the side of the couch. She hits the floor with a thunk and that's the end of her usefulness.

Until the next time I get the urge to play with my helpless little toy.

Sperm and fluids spill from her gaped cunt onto the floor beneath her. She doesn't cry, simply staring up with a tired glare as she contemplates her hopeless existence and shuts out the world around her.

She's still helpless. Her suffering doesn't end just because I'm done with her. She's stuck there with no way to move or do anything for herself. That's the advantage of mutilating her so severely. There's nothing she can do but wait for me to pay attention to her again. Getting raped is the high point of her life now.

That's what makes her the perfect fuckthing.