Cindy's Dream Chapter 5: Cindy's Licking Wounds

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Cindy's Dream

by mabauterklamm and YamaguchiShun

Language check by @jima378

Chapter 5: Cindy's Licking Wounds

Deep in a remote forest, where the summits of the mountains greeted the morning sun first, was a not very huge, but still luxurious mansion. On the south-facing balcony, five women peacefully bathed in the sun.

Well, strictly speaking, however, sunbathing reached just a little skin at most of the ladies.

"Sherry, you did an awesome job by bringing us to this secret hide-out," said the first one, curling her painted toes in her pink long leg cast in pleasure. Her casted foot rested on a stool and her toes were massaged by the addressed.

Sherry pulled her sunglasses off her nose and smiled lovingly at Millie. She lifted her own foot, casted in a dark blue short leg walking cast and wiggled her toes.

"You know, my beloved Millie! I'll do anything for you! Above all, when I am thrilled by your gorgeous body! You are a true goddess of love and beauty!" She put her foot down on the ground, enjoying Millie's chuckle. Leaning forward Sherry gave Millie a passionate kiss, not noticing the all other people rolling their eyes.

When she had released her kiss and Sherry casually brushed her hand over the top of Millie's cast on her right thigh, just next to her pleasure zone, she looked past her friend to the three other women.

"Are you all right so far?" she asked, "Do you need anything?"

"Can you please bring me the little laptop? There's a mixed martial arts fight about to be broadcast. Supposedly it's going to be the most brutal fight in history so far between Violent Violet Armstrong and Esther Best. I love it when they show the fighters getting patched up after the fight."

Dr. Laura found it quite difficult to speak in her minervacast, but the anticipation of the sadistically put-upon fight event gave her enough energy to articulate herself clearly. She wiggled all her fingers and toes in her purple long casts in anticipation.

"All right, no problem! I'll be happy to get you the computer!" Sherry rose, slightly limped into the house, and returned a moment later with the computer, which she set up in front of Laura and placed the headphones on her ears.

"There you go, Laura! Have fun with watching how those crazy fighters bone will shatter with ultraviolence!" Sherry forgave Laura for not thanking her, as she was already completely absorbed in the broadcast of what was supposed to be the biggest fight in history.

"Can you scratch my nose, please?" asked Polly, who was sitting next to Dr. Laura, enjoying the chirping of the birds. "She's itching like crazy."

"It's too funny looking at you trying to get your nose with your tongue." Sherry couldn't help a short giggle. "And the way you're excitedly sliding back and forth in your full body cast, you're really in trouble! But no worries! Sherry's happy to help!" She stepped up to her and rubbed Polly's nose not too lightly and not too hard.

Polly visibly relaxed, releasing the cramps from her right shoulder and right hip. Besides her pretty face, there wasn't much else to see anyway, as her entire left side from her toes to her entire leg, torso and arm to her neck and head was dressed in a gloriously white monstrous minerva shoulder hip spica cast combo. With the long casts on both limbs of her right side, she was completely dependent on assistance. But it was a pleasure for Sherry to help her.

"Say, how did you guys actually save us?" turned Polly to her rescuers, Millie and Sherry, with squinting eyes, as she couldn't move her neck.

"Well, Millie and I were supposed to get out of town for safety after Ruby had our legs broken. But when your accident with the truck was reported on the news, we figured you were in trouble and could use a little help. Well, as we are still all alive, it looks like we weren't too much too late."

"Yeah, I guess so," Polly was about to nod, but of course the motion was prevented by her Minerva cast. "Whereas a rescue fifteen minutes earlier might have pleased Cindy even more..."

"Hmm... Hmmm... Hmmm..." moaned Cindy, half sitting and half lying in her wheelchair at the very edge of the balcony. Most likely it was a confirmation for Polly's guess.

Cindy had always considered herself a good boss. Admittedly, from time to time she gave short and hard orders that she expected to be carried out as soon as possible and without question. But she also knew that a good boss took responsibility, stood up for his people and went ahead.

Well, Cindy had definitely gone ahead in this adventure in one particular thing: The sum of her broken bones would have been enough to land three women in full body casts. Her black colored full body cast was now at least extra-thick, as if they had given her a second full body cast over her first.

She wore a massive minervacast around her head and neck, and her face was exposed as well as Polly's. However, her right eye was covered by an eye patch and there was a sticking plaster on her left cheek, as well as across her broken nose. Her broken jaw was wired shut and it gleamed silver when she opened her lips trying to talk to her people. But, of course, all she could utter were unintelligible grunts and pitiful moans.

Her casted right arm pointed to the side at shoulder level and then - by bending her elbow - forward. To increase stability, a bar connected the casted arm to the casted torso. The left arm, also fully cast, extended upward, above her head, with its own rod connecting the arm to her right shoulder. Since all ten of her fingers, without exception, were also broken, they were all in casts as well. Only the tips of her fingernails were visible.

Like her arms, her legs were confined in strange positions. Seamless across the hip, the left leg was stuffed into a thick cast that lay stretched straight in a traction device attached to her wheelchair. The cast of her right leg was angled 90° at the knee. Two rods connected the two casted legs, keeping Cindy's hips spread wide and leaving her golden triangle wide open - if it wasn't covered makeshift with a cloth.

"Hmm... hm... hmmmmmmm!" uttered Cindy again, managing to get Sherry's attention.

"How does Cindy always manage to make a cigarette appear in the corner of her mouth first?" exclaimed Sherry in amazement.

"I don't know! But she can't get the lighting thing right," Millie remarked, enjoying the sun's rays on her skin.

"Here you are, boss!" Smiling, Sherry watched Cindy relax as her cigarette burned.

Then she took a step back and looked at all four women in their colorful fiberglass casts. "Girls, it's gonna be a long time to heal! Be glad, you don't have to wear those bulky, cumbersome plaster cast prisons." She made a short pause and let the four mumble a confirmation. "Before we will get back out business! Let's make the best of this time together!"

In the meantime, Lucy was lying in her room in Cindy's mansion in the woods and had taken a hell of a lot of trouble to be undisturbed to dial a phone number.

The minerva cast around her head and neck, as well as her broken arms and legs, confined in green long casts, made all her movements difficult.

Sherry had tried her best to help her. But Lucy didn't ask her for help now. This was call she had to make secretly.

But why the hell wasn't anyone answering the phone?