Prelude to the Sprain Gun!!

Bruce was so frustrated about his Ex-girlfriend sleeping with one of his work colleagues he started to think of ways to get his revenge. 

His ex-girlfriend was a above average type, thin athletic body also going for runs and walks, and going to the gym to keep fit. They had been together for almost 2 years but Bruce never had the guts to tell her about his fetish. Although he did wish it all the time. He thought that one day with her being so active, she would have an accidental injury, but that day never came. 

Side tracked from his internet search for ways to get revenge, he starts to read a few bloggs online, and then this leads to watching some sprain role play videos. “God I wish there was a sprain gun or something that would really piss off the ex not being able to do fitness for some time”

He ponders his thoughts for a moment then opens up a new webpage and go to google and types sprain gun. “ what are the chances” he murmurs to himself. 

He finds a whole bunch of not much initially, from a few random stories to some medical sites regarding treatment of ankle injuries. He then posts a message on a local fetish board he has followed for a decade, his question “ so peeps, how do I set a trap for my ex-gf to sprain her ankle”

He waits a few moments, and no replies, and decides its time to go to sleep for the night. 

The next morning he arises and it’s a Saturday morning, he picks up his phone and notices he has a few messages and emails from the board. 

As he makes his way to get coffee he flicks through the messages.

“ Just dig a big hole and push her in” one says, 

“set up a trip wire at her front door” another says.

Lastly there is a message that says “ I can help you ill send you a direct message” 

Inquisitive, he checks his messages and there is one from a “Dr Sprain” 

“hahhaha” he chuckeles to himself. This is going to be another 16yr old troll. 

He opens the message and it says “ I saw your post and I have what you need, email me at drsprain@drsprain.com”

Bruce ponders for a few moments, “well what do I have to loose?”

He send and email describing his situation, and then puts the phone down to brush his teeth. By the time he returns there is a reply already. 

He starts to read the email, as it goes on, this doctor sprain talks about this device or gun he has made that’s very high tech. It using nano technology, and homing technology, and can be used to cause a sprain, and reverse heal a sprain. He goes on to explain further and how it works etc. At the bottom is asks a question, “interested?”

Bruce can’t reply fast enough, and quickly responds “yes, how do I get one” 

A further email comes back, with some instructions and costs, and safeties built into the device so it can’t be used for anything other than the requirement of this one particular hire. Basically it allows him one day and only one person to be used on, after this the gun becomes disabled and must be returned” 

Bruce thinks about it, yes this will be fine. 

He gets our his credit card and goes to the link provided for payment, once there he is directed to a portal to purchase Bitcoin and for them to be sent to this Dr sprain. 

He puts in the details and his complete, and few moments later the screen refreshing with a thank you message. 

No more than 1 minute later has another email, requesting his postal address. Bruce complies and sends the information. He sits for a moment and thinks is this for real or did I just get played. 

The day goes on and Bruce can’t help but think about the reality and what he will do with it, if it arrives that is. So many ideas but he not only wants to be long lasting he wants to be there at the end. “Maybe I need to make an excuse to go see her”, he thinks, knowing that she still has some of his stuff at her unit. 

The very next morning he awakes to the sound of his doorbell. “who the hell is ringing my bell at 7am in the morning” he storms off out of his room and to the door, he swings it open fast almost about to lose his temper at the person at the door. There is a guy standing there, young skinny dude, with red shirt and a logo called – Couriers Direct!!

“Good Morning Bruce, I have a parcel for you”

Bruce wipes his eyes for a moment, a parcel who would be sending me a parcel on Sunday he thinks!!

He signs the machine that the delivery man presents to him and grabs the bag from his hands, and then retreats inside. Still pondering who would have sent him a parcel on a Sunday morning. 

He make his way to the kitchen and put the parcel down on the kitchen table as he makes himself a coffee.

After sitting down with his coffee he looks at the package, he turns it over and looks at the name of the person who sent it, “Dr Sprain” 

Instantly his eyes widen as he opens the parcel. Inside he finds a box, he extracts the box and then goes to open it. Inside he finds a small pistol looking device with 3 buttons on the side labelled 1 to 3, and an instruction booklet, 

He starts to read the instructions page by page, “ administer the device close by the patient, approx. 1 meter, at any location in the body, the device will progress to the ankle joint, wait 15 mins for this to happen, then the buttons decide the severity of injury, with multiples of the one being able to be selected, until target point is reached. The bots are preprogrammes with the joint you wish to target so you only need select left or right”

Ummmm he is in utter shock, “is this for real?”

He starts to plan his day already, first by messaging the ex gf, “hi its Bruce can I come and collect some items from your house today” 

She replies, “ sure ill be home about 3pm”: 

Bruce goes about his day in preparation for 3pm, when he arrives at Sarah’s house. He walks up to the front door, pistol in pocket, and knocks. Waiting , waiting, 

She answers the door, “Hi” 

“Hi, thanks for letting me in to get my stuff” 

“ that’s ok” 

Bruce enters the home, she is wearing a casual outfit with shorts and skirt, and Birkenstocks. He starts some small chat as he enters the spare room to gather his stuff out of the wardrobe, waiting for an opportune moment. She turns to exit the room momentarily and Bruce pounces on the opportunity, and pulls the pistol from his pocket and points it at her pulling the trigger. 

Like clock work she swipes at the back of her leg like a mosquito had bit her. 

Totally unaware if it had worked or not, Bruce continues with his sorting and packing. A few moments later he picks up the box and makes his way to the door. 

Sarah meets him at the door and greats him good bye, “thanks for letting me get this stuff” Bruce replies. Bruce heads to his vehicle and loads the boxes in the trunk before leaving the house. 

Bruce heads home to unpack his belongings but that is the least of his thoughts, “has it worked, what now?” he can’t help but ponder his thoughts the rest of the day. “ I’ve got it” he thinks to himself. 

Every afternoon Sarah takes her dogs for a walk he will action the device tomorrow when she is out walking.

The next day can’t come quick enough, Bruce makes his way over to the park near Sarah’s house as planned. Waiting patiently in his car around the corner so he can’t be seen He see’s her leave her apartment with her dog on the leash as normal headed for the park. She is wearing sports top and three quarter pants and sneakers and ankle socks. She enters the park and stops to let the dog off the leash, then starts to throw the ball for her dogs. The park is quite large with various shaded seats located around the park. 

Bruce watches on and decides it’s time to try, he presses the on switch on the gun, and then sits patiently as the light goes green meaning its ready. Then he selects the “R” button indicating the right ankle. Again the light goes yellow as the bots go to work, then after about 1 minute it turns green again indicating they are ready.  He positions his finger on the number 1, and then looks up to see Sarah as she is walking around with the dogs. He presses the 1 button firmly, and then releases it.  As Sarah takes her very next step her right ankle gives way and rolls outwards, “ Ah shit” she exclaims, as she stumbles but stays standing. 

“I think I just rolled my ankle” she stands gingerly resting the right foot flat on the ground, and she puts some weight on it testing it out a little. “it feels a little sore, think its just minor” she moves it around a little and then goes on to throw the ball once again. She continues to walk around slowly, with a very slight limp feeling a little discomfort in her right ankle. 

As she makes her way around the park, heading towards and near by seated area, Bruce watches on and places his finger on the number 1 again.  He firmly presses the button again, watching eagerly out the window. Sarah goes to step down with her right foot again as she walks along and her ankle gives out again, this time she takes a small stable to her knee. 

“Oh shit not again, what is going on” she kneels for a few moments clenching her right ankle, the pain a little more intense the second time around. Her dogs come to her with the ball in preparation for the next throw, She grabs the ball and throws it as best as she can whilst kneeling. Then she stands back up, resting the foot flat on the ground. “ahh yup that’s a bit more sore than the first time” she decides to hop to the bench seat that’s nearby. She slowly makes her way to the park bench which is only 10 hops away and takes a seat, resting her ankle on her knee. She massages the ankle gently, feeling the points of tenderness. She lowers the leg and foot back down on the ground and looks at her right ankle, “a small amount of swelling is starting to present on the outer side of the ankle. She lifts her foot up and rotates it around a little, “ooh yeah getting a little tight, probably should head home” she stands up and tests some weight on the ankle, all seems ok weight bearing a little tender but she manages fine with a small limp. 

She starts her journey towards her house, through the park limping slightly as Bruce watches on from his car. She moves her through the park only about 20 steps from the park bench on the other side and the gate to access the park. 

Bruce sits in the car, feeling very turned on at this point. Not wanting to let her get to far away he looks at the buttons on the gun, and puts his finger on number 2, but as he looks down he slides his finger to number 3. 

He looks up and Sarah is mid throw and he presses the button firmly. He watches as Sarah throws the ball and then goes to step down on her right foot. As her toes hit the ground her right ankle buckles immediately outwards, Bruce hears her scream from his car as her ankle folds at 90 degrees and that anterior ligament pops. 

Sarah crashes top the lawn, in instant pain, she tumbles and grabs at her ankle whilst laying there. “ oh fuck fuck” she exhales, her breathing deepens, she squirms on the lawn one hand clinching her right leg foot resting on the grass the other grabbing at the grass. She lays back and straightens her leg out, “ oh god that’s painful” she exclaims, she covers her eyes with her arm, a few tears roll down her face as she breaths deeply. Her dogs come over to her and try to lick her face, and she pushes them away. 

Her ankle throbbing in agony, she pulls her self sitting to have a look, and she gazes down at her ankle, there is a huge lump the size of a tennis ball protruding out of her shoe on the outer side of her right ankle. Instantly it starts to set in, and she feels her eyes start to water. She tries lift her foot up but the pain is intense, “oh god, shit shit, my ankle, fuck its bad!!” 

Bruce watches on from the car wishing he was a passing by stranger at the moment, as he feels him self grow rock hard in had pants. 

Sarah, looks around at the near by area to see if anyone is around, but there isn’t. She can see the park bench close to the gate is only about 20 meters away. Shew wipes the tears away from her eyes and grabs the dogs ball roiling it on the ground to get the dogs away from her. She then rolls over to her knees, clenching her ankle in her hand. “oh my, my ankle is totally gone I think.”

 She tries to steady her self and uses her left leg and stands he self up, holding her right foot up she starts to hop to the park bench. The pain radiates more and more with every hop as her ankle bounces. 

She gets to the bench as fast as possible slumping down on the seat, lifting her ankle up on the bench, as she crouches over in pain. More tears roll down her eyes. She reaches for her back pocket, pulling her phone out and then starts to unlock it. 

Bruce watches on eagerly, thinking this is probably the end soon as she will call for some one to help her. 

Sarah goes through her phone and presses dial and holds her phone to her ear. 

Bruce jumps when his phone starts to ring he reaches down to get it of the passenger chair, its sarah!! He can’t believe she would ring him. 

“hello” says bruce acting calm and unaware. 

“ Bruce, Bruce, help me” Sarah muddles her way on the phone, in clear distress. “I fell and hurt my self and I’m stuck at the park” she sobs on the phone. 

“ Sarah, take a breath settle down, where are you ill come now I’m just down the road at the shops” Bruce makes up a story. 

“I’m at the park near my house” she mutters as she wipes a tear from her eyes. 

Bruce hangs up the phone, in utter shock, he is so hard now he is almost ready to explode in his pants. He puts the gun in his console so its out of sight, and then waits a few minutes before starting his car.

He starts the drive the car and goes the long way around the block, knowing that he needs to buy a few minutes to make it not so obvious he was nearby. He makes his way to the gate side near the entrance to the park and parks in the carpark, then gets out.  Bruce makes his way down the path and through the gate, and at the seats in front of him is Sarah, sitting crunched over the table. 

Sarah hears him open the gate and make his way and lifts her head up, “oh Bruce thank you for coming” Bruce makes his way over, and gives Sarah and big hug at first. She lets out a few tears of pain on his shoulder. 

“ What have you done Sarah” acting like he has no idea. “I was just walking the dogs and I rolled my ankle a couple of times and the third time it was really bad and popped and It hurts a lot. The let go of the hug and Bruce moves to the her legs to look at the ankle. He sees her right ankle is extremely swollen and a huge lump on the outer side. “ that doesn’t look good” he says. 

“ok lets get you to your house, do you think you can put any weight on it?” he asks, 

“Oh I don’t thinks so but ill try” 

Bruce positions himself to her side and helps support her ankle as she lowers it to the ground. Instantly she feel a pulse of pain radiate from her ankle. He helps her to stand, her right arm over his shoulder and he stands on her right side. She lowers her foot flat to the ground and tries a little weight. “Oh god no, that’s going to work” 

Bruce decides to pick her up and carry her to the car. Once there he loads her in and the dogs in the back seat and heads down to Sarah’s house, which is only 30 seconds away. Once there he pulls in the driveway and opens her door and helps her get out, and then picks her up and carries her inside. He takes the dogs out to the back yard and gives them some water. Sarah sits on the sofa with her foot up. Bruce goes over to her with a glass of water also. 

“Ok lets get this shoe and sock off” Bruce notions, while repositioning himself to the foot of the sofa. He starts to untie the laces on her right shoe until they are half removed and loosens the shoe up. “ Ok here goes” Sarah grabs her leg and braces as Bruce lifts her leg up, and slowly works the shoe off, ‘oh that’s so tight” Sarah exhales. 

He then removes the ankle sock slowly, exposing her nice size 8 foot, and cute toes, the swelling now very prominent. He grabs a pillow and rests the ankle down on the pillow for support. Sarah lifts her head up to look at her ankle, her eyes widen, and she gazes down her leg. She can see a tennis ball size lump protruding on the outer ankle, the swelling is localised to one spot at this point. 

“Oh damn, do you think its broken” she asks Bruce

Bruce continue to exclaim his ignorance, “at this point I don’t think just a very bad sprain, but see how you are in a day or two and if you can start to put pressure on it”

Sarah nods her head, :” ok, thank you for coming to help me I don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t answer” Bruce, smiles, “ that’s ok, happy to help. 

Sarah, sits back for a moment as Bruce heads to the freezer for a ice pack, and returns with a thin towel and the ice pack and gently places it on her ankle. 

Sarah starts to think about the next few days, “what am I going to do for work, how will I get there, will I be able to go….” 

Bruce suggests he goes down to the local pharmacy to get some crutches for Sarah, so he grabs his keys and heads out to the pharmacy. Whilst he is away Sarah sits still on the sofa and decides to call her boss and call in sick for the following day. 

Bruce returns with some crutches and ace bandage and a stirrup brace and heads straight back to the sofa where Sarah is. They exchange some general conversation, over the next 20 to 30 minutes and then removes the towel and ice pack. But this point the swelling had already started to spread out with the outer ankle looking more engulfed and the inner ankle starting to swell. Knowing full well that she might have company soon, he decides its best to get going. 

“well do you want me to do anything else, I should probably let you go, I’m sure you have someone coming over later” 

Sarah looks up and says, “can you bandage it for me before you go?”

Brice acknowledges and agrees, he sits down and gently lifts her leg onto his knee and removes the ace bandage from the wrapper. Sarah grimaces as he moves her foot slight to wrap the ankle properly. He slowly wrap’s the ankle in a perfect figure 8 leaving her toes and heel exposed. Once done he secures the wrap with two clips and then slowly lowers her foot back down on the pillow. 

“Thank you Bruce I really do appreciate it”, Bruce smiles, “that’s ok, hope you are feeling better soon.”

He grabs his stuff and heads off, leaving Sarah to be. He goes in his car ever so excited and turned on by this point, and makes a swift dash to his home. That night he lay in bed after pleasing himself several times thinking about the day that’s just passed, and Sarah’s ankle he still cant believe this is true. 

He writes a big email to Dr Sprain and tells him how it all went, and thanks his immensely for the great device. The Next day as planned the same courier guy arrives at Bruce’s house to collect the parcel.