Flash Fiction - First Time for Everything

First Time for Everything By ParaGirl

For Bobbi, because I cant' get this out of my head now....

I don't know why I answered the ad. It's not my thing, never has been - really. If you had told me a year ago - hell, even a month ago - that I would be doing this, I'd have laughed. No - I would have probably yelled at you and maybe even spat some expletives. Tonight though....

I'm a lesbian - always have been. Not some trucker dyke - not that there's anything wrong with them - but a real femme lesbian. Designer skirts and dresses, fancy shoes, long, full hair. And my wheelchair of course. I'm in a wheelchair for pleasure, I have a real fetish for being in a wheelchair and for women in wheelchairs. It's my 'thing' - some girls like boobs or legs or hair. I like wheelchairs. Girls in wheelchairs. I think it's sexy...

So I get to the hotel where we agreed to meet - a nice place with big rooms and a jacuzzi tub - and check in. Becca is already there, room 301. The cute redhead conceirge hands me a key card with a smile and directs me to the elevators. I smile back and wheel up to the wide metal doors and press the button. The doors open and I wheel inside, turning on the spot and pressing the 3 button. The doors slip shut silently and the elevator lurches upwards.

I look in the mirror that lines the elevator wall. I'm wearing a knockout black dress with subtle accents of silver. My bulky diaper is just visible through the soft silky material and my legs are clad in very expensive black stockings and ballet slippers on my feet. The slippers were a request by my Becca - I guess she has a thing for them. I was happy to oblige.

As the doors slid open I looked once more - my shoulder length auburn hair was full and lush, my makeup perfect, my eyes sparkling. I was still hesitant though, still unsure, my motivations clear yet... unclear at the same time.

Room 301 was the first door on the right and I slipped the electronic key card into the door slot and heard the soft click of the lock opening. I pushed the door open easily and wheeled into the large, fancy, well lit suite.

Becca was there, in her wheelchair, smiling at me - she also looked nervous, but excited as well. She looked to my feet immidiately and I saw the color raise in her cheeks. She was wearing a pretty knee length skirt and designer blouse, thigh high stockings, and red patent stilettos - my request to her.

"Hi, I'm Cathy." I said lamely, smiling at her. She was even more beautiful than in the pics she had sent me. Amazing. Her legs were obviously paralyzed for real and I knew they had been for over six years, a bad car accident. Her face was soft and sensual, her eyes big and pretty, staring at me deeply and, if I wasn't mistaken, longingly.

"I'm Becca.." she said with a nervous giggle. "I just wanted to say, I've never done this kind of thing...."

"I know, Becca - neither of us have, it's OK. Want a drink? We should loosen up a bit, I think..."

"Sure." Becca said, smiling again. "You really are pretty."

"Thanks, you're goregeous." I said honestly. "Your pics did you no justice."

"And am I...." she said nervously and spun side to side in her chair.

"Oh yes, your legs are lovely, just perfect." I grinned.

"Oh, and though I usually dont, this is for you." She said and lifted her skirt. I could see the bulky depends diaper poking between her legs. I moaned in spite of myself.

We opened a bottle of wine and chatted a little, but neithe rof us really said much. As the wine warmed me and I kept looking at Becca, at her wheelchair, her legs, I was getting more and more aroused. I could tell Becca was the same - she kept lookign at my feet in their satin ballet slippers - brand new ones, too, they'd never even touched the floor.

Finally I lifted one leg with both hands and made a show of plopping it limply in Becca's lap. She smiled and started playing with my ballet-slipper clad foot, and before either of us knew it, we were kissing each other deeply. Her lips were warm and soft, her hair smelled like strawberries and rain, and her hands roamed all over my body; my breasts, my shoulders, my neck, then lower to my thighs, my diaper. I moaned and my hands began exploring her body as well. Her breasts were exquisite and I soon had them out of the sexy bra she held them captive with. Her nipples were erect and she moaned as I rolled them between my fingers.

"I want you to be my naughty crippled girl." breathed Becca into my ear.

"I am baby, I am..."

"Show me, I want you to crawl to me, drag those limp little legs and crawl to me."

My heart was pounding in my chest as I wheeled to the other side of the room and slipped out of my chair, careful not to use my legs at all. I dragged myself slowly to her, making a good show of my struggle, dragging my 'useless' legs behind me, moaning as I crawled and slipping my dress off as I went. Becca was playign with her nipples and moanign as she watched me drag myself to her. I looked up at her, my eyes pleading, and she got the message instantly.

"Come on cripple, get over here to please me, drag those dead legs and get over here to me." she said with a voice full of lust. I felt my sex blaze hot - I loved the humiliation, being reminded that I was a helpless cripple.... and of course my heart was pounding at what I knew was coming next. I wasn't sure what to expect, I was nervous, but I was curious and very excited....

I reached Becca's wheelchair panting, wanting to rub my sex and relive some of the tension that had already built up, but I knew that wasn't going to be allowed yet. I crawled to Becca's feet and started kissing and licking her shoes. She let me, moaning as I worshipped her limp feet and sexy patent shoes.

"Higher, slut." She said to me and I obeyed instantly, caressing and kissing her soft, paralyzed legs. They felt divine, exquisite, so perfectly crippled, sexy beyond words. I moaned and kissed and caressed and dragged myself up to her knees. I looked at her, waiting for her to react, waiting for the next move. Becca looked a little hesitant, but then pulled off her skirt with a practiced twist, so she sat in stockings and a diaper in her wheelchair. I saw the atrophied line of her thighs, the utter lack of muscle tone I had always fantasized about.

"Take off my diaper, cripple." she said in a commanding but sultry voice. Was there a note of anxiety to it as well, though? I reached up, pulling the tabs at her sides, and opened the puffy white diaper, folding it down against her chair seat.

This is what I had come to see, this is where my fascination had led me. Between Becca's legs was a flaccid penis and trimmed mop of pubic hair. It wasn't as big a shock as it might have been if I hadn't been prepared, but after takign in the rest of Becca's exquisite - and apparently very female - body, it was still a little strange seeing a cock between her legs. She had, as she had told me, the sexiest female body money could buy... mostly.

"Touch it." She said - not a command, more a hesitant request.

I took it in my hands. It was warm, soft, it felt smooth. It was fascinating to me - I had never had much to do with them. It was, asI knew, as limp and crippled as her legs, but that just made it more interesting, more exciting. I rubbed it, stroked it, felt it pulse in my hands. I played with Becca's balls, rolled them in my fingers. I started getting into it. So did Becca.

"Oh god, yes, touch it, please, I want to see you playing with it..." she said. I complied happily, even eagerly, jerking off her limp cock, letting it flop onto the wheelchair seat, fondling her balls. Barely realizing what I was doing, I bent down and took the flacid dick into my mouth, sucking it and rolling it around with my tounge. It never went erect, never even tried to, but I heard Becca saying 'Oh god' softly as I gave her head. It was surreal and yet incredibly erotic and somehow I was really getting into it. I reached up and rubbed her breasts and it seemed perfectly normal and natural, to be playing with a woman's firm, perfect breasts while sucking on her flaccid, paralyzed cock.

"Stop now, slut." she said. I complied. She reached into her backpack and pulled out a black strap on dildo. This was unexpected, yet I found myself excited by it just the same. "Put this on me." she commanded, and I took the dildo in my hands with an excited reverence.

It was hollow inside, and I slipped her limp cock into it and fastened the straps securely around her hips. This was a scene I was much more familiar with - a hot girl with a strap-on cock - but I found that I almost missed the limp paralyzed dick it hid.

"Get onto the bed, cripple." Becca said in a shaky voice. I complied, crawling and dragging myself until I was hanging, legs off the bed, hips against the mattress. I felt her positioning herself and shifting my legs as I gripped the sheets, then felt her lube-soaked fingers enter my anus. Her limp legs came next, one on either side of me, now without the patent stilettos, her feet brushing limply against me, and then the dildo penetrated my ass and she was fucking me, pushing herself back and forwards in her wheelchair, her floppy legs bumping against me in an erotic rhythm as she fucked me and told me what a naughty, worthless crippled girl I was.

I came four or five times I lost count before she stopped. My ass throbbed and my sex was on fire as she wheeled back and removed the strap on, her flaccid dick flopping out, still unmoved by our erotic play. It made me even hotter knowing it never would.

"Get back in your wheelchair, cripple." She told me, eyes hopeful and full of anticipation. I dragged myself unsteadily back to my chair and lifted myself heavily into it. I wheeled back to her. She used her hands to spread her legs and then told me where and how to park. I complied.

She lifted both my feet - still dressed in the new satin ballet slippers - and I made every effort not to move a muscle, not to twitch. She caressed and kissed my feet, then started rubbing her cock with them, jerking of with my feet. I sat and moaned about how sexy it was, how hot it made me, and she kept going, more and more frantic. I wished that my legs were truly dead and limp for her, but the roleplay seemed to be working for her anyway. With a shutter and moan she peed onto my feet, a warm dribble that actually made me cum again in my chair. She dropped my feet and, without being asked, I reached down and started rubbing her cock again, feeling it, rubbing and caressing it, and she moaned more and sighed and smiled.

STORY - Flash Fiction - What Happened in the Dark

What Happened in the Dark By ParaGirl

Lisa didn't expect it to hurt so much. She was pretty sure they broke her arm, or maybe just dislocated her shoulder, she wasn't sure. She bit her lip and struggled not to cry out. Her attackers were clumsy, whispering to each other, seemingly unsure of what to even do with her now that they had subdued her. The excitement was there, that red-hot arousal that she always felt a this point, when she was bound, face pressed to the dirt, her panties and skimpy skirt torn from her roughly. Her sex was on fire, she could tell she was soaked, literally dripping with anticipation, waiting for one of these idiot thugs to fuck her, to penetrate her and drive it home, give her that exquisite release....

Lisa knew this was crazy, and unsafe, but she couldn't control herself. Her rape fantasies had grown into rape roleplay with her lovers, and when that didn't work any more, it turned to this. Dressed in skimpy clothes, walking around bad parts of town acting tipsy or drunk. Most of the time, she was helped home by some good samaritin, left frustrated and unable to climax. Sometimes, though - some lowlife or frat boy or thug would take advantage of her, and then...

Finally, she felt a stiff cock press into her and she moaned and shivered as she came in waves of intense pleasure. It was insane, the pleasure, the deep waves of orgasm that filled her. It was better than any drug, better than any experience she had ever had. She could die, definitely, and that was part of the thrill. the throbbing in her arm was gone, and all she was left with was the pleasure as her attacker forced his shaft in and out of her, deeply in and out.

He didn't last long - they never did, rapists. Seemed like half of them were practically eunuchs, two thrusts and they were done. Pathetic. That's why she was actually happy there were two this time. It was more dangerous, of course, but it was worth it as he slipped his cock into her and pulled her hair sharply, calling her a cunt. She came again at that - he was rough, she could tell. He was a dangerous one, and even though her mind knew that her situation had gotten a lot worse, her sex just throbbed more, her ecstasy expanded until it filled her whole body, her whole world. He thrust into her and she cried out - he assumed it was pain or fear, didn't realize it was joy, lust, pleasure the likes of which he had never known.

She could tell he was getting ready to finish, his motions becming more jerky, more erratic, and she reached slowly into her pocket for the high-end pepper spray she kept there, armed and ready. Once they had gotten what they wanted - as she had - she didn't exactly want to stick around for pillow talk. She moaned as another wave of intense pleasure overwhelmed her and her attacker arched his back and let out a muffled moan, then something unexpected happened, something she hadn't planned on.

She pulled out the pepper spray as he came, popping the safety in time with his muffled, orgasmic moan, but then his hands were on her neck, and he was twisting, and then there was blinding pain, and then she was dead.

Wait. She wasn't dead. She opened her eyes. She was still laying beside the grimy loading dock. She could smell oil and garbage and piss, and her breathing was short and sharp. Her head pounded with the rhythm of her quickened pulse, but the rest of her body was covered in a cool numbness that Lisa didn't want to think about. She tried to turn her head, and light and pain flashed sharply behind her eyes again, and she blacked out.

Lisa woke to the antiseptic smells and chaotic sounds of a hospital room. She blinked her eyes painfully at the bright light that was flooding in on her. She heard the rhythmic beeps of some monitor, felt a hose at her nose feeding her cool oxygen. She felt the solid neck brace - well, she felt part of the solid neck brace, pressed against her chin and the back of her head. The rest of her body... not much of anything. That cool numb sensation seemed to start at her neck and radiate downwards. She couldn't move her head, couldn't see her body as she stared up. She remembered it all, every moment of it. She knew. the snapping of her neck. She knew.

Incomplete quadriplegia at the fourth cervical vertebrae. Permanent paralysis. Rehab. Full time care. Words like these filled Lisa's world. This was it. Her thrill seeking had put her in a wheelchair, unable to even scratch her own nose, for the rest of her life. She didn't even cry, not once. She deserved it, in a way - certainly she asked for it. What had she been thinking? She sat limp in her shower harness watching a nurse wash her pussy, and she couldn't feel a thing. that was the worst part to her, she realized - not being in a wheelchair, not being helpless. It was the sex. The pleasure. She started thinking about how she would never feel that amazing, erotic rush again. Never.

Lisa saw him on her third day of rehab. He was in the physical therapy room, helping a middle aged woman steady herself on a leg prosthesis. Lots of cripples here, she thought to herself. He looked familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Couldn't remember where she had seen him. It wasn't until that night, after she had been put in bed by her attendant, after he crept silently into her room with that sinister, deviant grin, that she remembered. He was the one. He was the rough guy. He was the neck-breaker. He was her rapist. And he was coming towards her. And there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.

He came to her bed. He called her a cunt in that same raspy, nicotine-scarred voice, and he pulled the sheets off her paralyzed, useless body. He tore off the bulky diaper she slept in. He unzipped his pants. He got on the bed.

Her orgasm was impossibly good, the ecstasy and depth more than she had every experienced. She smelled his sweat and heard his grunts as he raped her, and her orgasm continued, waves of pleasure filling her crippled body. And, for the first time since she woke up in the hospital, Lisa cried.

STORY - Tit for Tat

Tit for Tat - By Paragirl

I feel my way to the bed, crawling slowly across the floor. My legs are dead - they have been for a week, at least. The eyes are new, though, and I know this blindness is permanent, just like the legs.

I know she's watching me, on the bed trying trying not to make a sound. Her arms - rather her stumps, that was my doing - wiggling and trying to reach her pussy as she watches me struggle. I'm sure she's turned on by it, by my new found helplessness. The legs were one thing - it was pretty kinky actually, waking up numb from my hips down, seeing her fucking my numb pussy with that silver dildo. Fucking my unfeeling ass over and over again while I watched. I could have been OK like that, with my dead limp legs, needing a wheelchair to get around. It still pissed me off, though - that was why I did her arms.

She wasn't as excited or understanding, waking up from her drug-induced slumber to find herself looking at perfectly round arm stumps that wiggled just beneath her shoulders. I fed her and played with her pussy, rubbing her wet clit with my floppy crippled toes, and she started getting into it, but I knew... I could see it in her eyes. I should have been more careful, I guess...

We made love often for a few days, and she really seemed to be enjoying her armless condition. She loved being fed, loved being dressed by me. She said she felt like a doll. I paid lots of attention to her pussy, too - she could feel it at least, so I took good care of her that way. My pussy was dead, numb, like it didn't even exist. I couldn't even control my pee, so I wore bulky diapers. She loved that. She'd use her feet to play with my diaper, pull it off roughly, play with my dead sex and tell me how sexy it felt. How sexy my floppy useless legs looked.

I crawled now, across the plush rug of the bedroom, - I could feel it against my naked breasts as I dragged myself, though my body 'ended' conspicuously at my navel. I haven't really gotten used to that yet, and now that I was blind, it seemed to heighten my awareness even more - my awareness of my lack of awareness, my lack of feeling, sensation, movement. How my body was just dead weight, dragging behind me, soft and heavy and useless.

I found the bed and I heard the soft sound of a spring changing shape subtly as she shifted her weight in anticipation. I could imagine how hot she was now, seeing me drag myself blindly across the room, seeing my milky white eyes and limp lifeless legs. I assumed they were milky white - that seemed like something she would do, make it more obvious, more pronounced. It was eye drops, I'm pretty sure. Something simple, and she trained herself to use her toes to pull my eyes open while I was unconscious, to drip whatever toxin she had found into both eyes. I was kind of proud, really - she had learned to do so much with her feet and toes in a very short time. That's why they were next.

I reached the bed and slowly, laboriously dragged my dead lower half up. I heard her this time. A small moan and a giggle. I imaged how my legs wiggled and flopped as I struggled up the bed. I reached out and found her foot there, warm and seductive. I used her leg as purchase to pull myself up fully onto the bed, and then crawled towards her. Kissed her legs, her thighs. I moved slowly, sensually. Kissing and licking. Feeling her all over, my fingers replacing my blind eyes. Felt the soft fur of her muff, felt a smooth dimple in her left ass cheek, felt her breathing start to get deeper, heavier.

My fingers found her stumps and I caressed and rubbed them sensually, making her moan even more. I felt her legs shifting under my body and, even though I couldn't feel a thing, couldn't see it, I knew she was playing with my clit. I kissed and caressed her stumps and her breasts and snuck one hand down to her pussy, rubbing it gently, feeling how wet and aroused she was. She was playing with my pussy with her toes and I was sucking her arm stump and fingering her. She was almost ready to cum, I could feel her heartbeat racing, feel her muscles tensing. She was completely mine now, and she let her guard down completely, as I expected.

she didn't suspect anything because I was naked, and I was crippled, and I was blind. She didn't think I was a threat. Didn't see me move my hand around to my back. Didn't see me slip the capped syringe out of my numb ass. Didn't realize what I was doing as I was feeling her ass. Didn't feel the needle slip in during her orgasm. Then she was out cold.

The operation would be more difficult without eyesight, but bilateral amputation of the feet and lower legs wasn't a very tricky procedure. Doing it by feel wouldn't be all that difficult. and the results would be so very, very satisfying...

I smiled and began.

NEW story - Saw fantasy

Saw Fantasy

I wake up groggy, the tranquilizer slowly wearing off. I don't know where I am - it's dimly lit, and it smells like oil and old car parts. What the hell happened? I'm tied down somehow, I can barely move, but my arms seem to be free. I start trying to figure out what's going on, feeling around, and a big TV pops on in front of me.

The scary masked guy says that I shouldn't move, to stay right where I am. For some reason, I listen - I freeze and stare at the screen. He wears a freaky rubber mask, and his voice is deep with rough edges. He starts talking to me.

"Cathy, you have a choice to make right now, literally a life or death decision. Look at the clock below the screen. It is counting down from twenty minutes. At the end of that countdown, an explosive charge directly below you will detonate, and destroy everything in this room. There is a large metal door behind you, twenty feet away. One minute before the explosion, it will start to close. Nothing can stop it from closing once it starts, and nothing can open it again. to survive, you will have to make it through that door."

I begin to panic. What the fuck was going on?

"As you can see, you are locked to this platform. There is a key that can release you, attached to a chain that is within your reach. However, if you reach out to take it, a weight will be released from the ceiling above you, aimed directly at your back. It will sever your spine completely. It will paralyze you. You will then be able to unlock yourself and get through the door - though I warn you, that twenty feet will take you longer than you expect with a broken back."

I'm breathing heavy. This has to be some sick joke.

"By my calculations you have a little over eighteen minutes left. So you need to choose. You can live, spending the rest of your life in a wheelchair, or you can be killed when that clock reaches zero. I leave the decision to you."

I looked at the clock. It ticked to eighteen minutes as the sicko in the mask finished. The screen went black. I looked around, panicked. The room was some kind of storage room or workshop, though it looked unused. I spotted the brass key on the chain as promised, and slowly went to reach for it. As I expected, there is a metal wire connected to my wrists that pulls tight as I get about six inches from the key. The cable must lead to the trigger for the weight dangling precariously above me. I pull my hands back and think. I'm dripping with sweat.

Seventeen minutes. The red digital numbers count down with frightening speed. I scream, scream like I have never screamed before. I keep screaming and screaming until my throat is completely hoarse and I'm not making any sound. Nobody is coming.

Fifteen minutes. It has to be bullshit. This kind of thing doesn't happen, it must be some kind of sick prank, like a twisted reality TV show. But was it? I tried to think about what the hell happened, how I got here. I remembered the concert - it was a concert, right? Loud band, smoky... I had drinks. No, a drink. Someone gave me a drink. A beer? what happened then? I couldn't remember, all the memories jumbled in my head. Drugged? Was I drugged? Oh shit, was this fucking real??

Thirteen minutes. I have thirteen minutes to live. I can't stop the tears from coming, my vision is blurred by stinging tears mixed with sweat. I can't even brush the hairs out of my face.

Twelve minutes. I try reaching slowly for the key. Carefully reaching, trying to push the tied cable back on my arms. It's tight, I can't move it much. The cable tightens, I move another quarter inch. I hear a creak from above me, a metallic clicking noise. I freeze. My fingers are five inches from the key. Five fucking inches between life and death.

Eleven minutes. I don't have to die. If the wacko was telling the truth, I can just reach out and grab the key. And break my back. And live my life in a wheelchair. No more dance. No more cycling. No more sex. Assuming I could unlock myself and get through the door in time. Assuming the trauma of breaking my back didn't knock me unconscious. Assuming the masked wackjob was telling the truth and grabbing the key released me and didn't trigger the bomb early.

9:59 9:58 9:57

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I reach out my hands for the key and I hear it, I hear the metal 'click' and I think I can even hear the whir of the weight falling, falling through the air towards me. I grasp the key in both hands and close my eyes.

The impact hurts, hurts like I can't believe, but the worst part is where I don't hurt. My body just ends at my stomach. My upper back and breasts hurt, hurt like red fire, but that fire ends in a sinister line of 'nothing' I'm breathing heavy, breathing fast. Trying to move. The clock is still counting down.

9:00 I find the lock and fumble with the key, almost dropping it through my sweat-slicked fingers. It takes me three tries, but I get the key in and I hear the 'click' of my bonds opening. I shrug my shoulders and chains drop to the floor with a shrill clatter. I try pushing myself off the bench I've been chained to and I fall to the floor, my balance gone. I hit with a hard thud and feel my shoulder pop horribly, a new sharp pain shooting through me. I begin to try to crawl, and it's like the wacko said, it's hard, really hard, to drag my broken back and dead, limp, numb legs behind me across the floor.

7:00 FUCK! I'm screaming and trying to drag myself. I see the door now, it looks so fucking far away. I pull myself, fingers clawing into the concrete floor until they bleed. I move inch by inch. I can't see the clock any more. I'm driven by pure fear and rage and adrenaline, and I keep crawling.

I'm swearing, I'm panting, my shoulder is killing me, and I've only covered half the distance. How long has it been. I keep pulling. Keep crawling.

It's such an odd sensation, when I stop to think about it. My lower half is dead weight - I feel nothing at all, like I just end at my stomach. I don't look back, for fear of seeing me really like that, seeing my body end at my ribcage, my entrails and viscera dragging behind me in a crimson red trail.

I'm six or seven feet now. I can see beyond the door. How much longer?

I hear a new sound, a hum, and that huge door begins to close. It's slow, it will likely take the full minute to close completely, but I'm not through it yet. Not even close. I shriek and scream and I pull myself, pull my numb crippled body towards that giant door. There's a caterpillar screw at the top, slowly spinning. Caterpillar screw - I remember that name because I saw it in school once and thought it was funny.

School. I'll have to use a wheelchair at school. Fuck fuck fuck.

The door is more than half closed when I reach it, exhausted. I grab onto the edge to try and stop it, but it doesn't budge. It keeps closing with that slow, ponderous movement. I keep pulling myself through it, I'm exhausted, I'm in terrible pain. My hands are bloody from crawling across the rough cement. I've only got seconds to get through the door.

I don't make it. There isn't any pain, thankfully. I can't get through the door all the way, and the psycho in the mask was right - there was no way to stop it. I made it through to my knees when the door finally pinned me, prevented me from moving any more. So I watch. Watch the giant steel door slowly compress my legs, my knees, and then simply amputate them. I'm completely detached from the process, as I can't feel a thing, and suddenly I'm able to pull myself away from the door, my mangled stumps pulling away with a sick sound that makes me want to vomit.

Instead of that, I black out, just as I hear the loud concussive blast that likely liquefied everything in the room. Including my legs.

I wake up to blinding white light. I remember everything, every moment of the ordeal. I know I'm dead. I look around and see an angel, hovering beside me. no, not angel. A nurse. I'm not dead. fuck.

The doctor is dripping with faux compassion as he details my 'condition'. My back was completely severed along two thoracic vertebrae. I was completely paralyzed from my stomach down, zero chance of recovery thanks to all the moving I did to crawl out of the room. Sick bastard knew that. Legs amputated mid-thigh. I could see the bulky round bandaged 'things', the remainders of my long, healthy legs, under the light hospital sheets. And again - at least it didn't hurt. I assume that anyone else losing their legs in a steel door would probably be in a considerable amount of pain.

Police are there, of course, asking a million questions. My mom, freaking out, crying. I'm detached from it all. Like it's all happening to someone else. Like I didn't sneak out of the house to see a concert. Like I'll wake up and play soccer again and dance again and...

I'm sitting alone now, in a hospital waiting area, looking out the big windows. Sitting in a wheelchair. Not MY wheelchair - they said that would come in a week or so. I cant' feel anything below my belly button, and I have a wide Velcro belt around my waist, holding me in the wheelchair.

I look out the window, and all I can see is him. That freaky rubber mask. That hoarse voice. And for some reason, something deep in my brain glows red, and I smile...

NEW Story - A New Arrangement

A New Arrangement

Michelle was unhappy. She thought being married would be great, she thought that it would be like her dream come true - a strong, handsome mad to take care of her and provide for her. And it was close, she had to admit. She had a strong, handsome man, Derek, with a good job. They had a nice house in the suburbs. They had a nice life, Michelle had to admit. So what was the problem? Why was she unhappy?

Michelle hated working. They needed to money, though - this was 2009, not 1959, and it was very difficult getting by with just one salary, a fact Derek made very clear to her when she said she wanted to quit her job. So she kept working at her dead-end retail job, working as few hours as she could and secretly resenting even that. It started to get in the way of their marriage eventually, and she couldn't really discuss it with Derek, because what was she going to say? 'I don't want to work becaus eI'm lazy, please take care of me.'? She didn't think that would go over well. So she bit her lip and kept working, still slowly shortening her available work hours, until she hit the twenty hour mark. Derek noticed after a couple weeks of seeign her noticably diminished paycheck. They had another 'discussion'.

"So you don't want to work, what DO you want to do?" Derek asked, agitated. "What do you want out of this relationship?"

"I just want to be taken care of." Michelle said, eyes already teary. She hated conflict, and she had to admit, she brought this one on herself.

"Taken care of, that's all? You just want me to take care of you, provide for you?" Derek asked, not raising his voice. Michelle nodded. "and how far would you be willing to go with that?" he asked. "If you wanted to stay home and just have me take care of you, what would you be willing to do?"

"Anything!" Michelle quickly said. "I'd do anything, anythign you want me to if it means I don't have to work any more."

Derek nodded. "OK, we'll try an experiment, to see if you really mean that. Make sure you have the weekend off, including all day Friday. I'll explain everything Friday morning."

Michelle could barely sleep Thursday night, as Derek wouldn't even give her a hint about what was going to happen. As she awoke Friday morning, she could hear Derek in the kitchen, and there was a note on the pillow that said 'Don't move, just call for me.' Michelle did as the note instructed and Derek came in smiling.

"Good morning my dear. Please lay still, we're going to play a little game this weekend. You want to be taken care of, and I've got a bit of an 'interest' in taking special care of you."

derek first took out a hard cervical neck brace and began slowly, carefulyl putting on Michelle's slender neck. "For this weekend, since you said you'd do 'anything', I want you to roleplay having recently broken your neck, leaving you unable to use yoru body from your shoulders down. It is in this state that I will take care of you. Do you understand?"

It took Michelle a minute to process the information. "So, you want me to be handicapped?" she asked, curious but not frightened.

"Yes - you wanted to be 'taken care of' - I have always had an 'interest' shall we say, in caring for a disabled woman. I'd like to see how this works out for the weekend, and then we can discuss the situation - and you quitting your job - after the excercise is complete. Do you agree?"

"Yes." Michelle said. "I'll do my best. I can't promise I won't try to do things on my own though, out of habit."

"Don't you worry about that dear. I'll take care of it." Derek said. Sitting on the bed, he tookout elastic bandages. He first lifted Michelle's left hand and then had her make a fist, then began wrapping the bandage around it firmly, but not so tight to restrict blood flow. He then put a soft white sock over the hand and layed it back on the bed. He did the onter hand the same - carefully, even tenderly, until both Michelle's hands were completely useless. Then Derek moved down the bed, to her feet, and started doing somethign smiliar - bandaging and bracing Michelle's feet so they were immobile and flexed in a position makign it impossible for her to stand or walk. Again he put similar white socks on her feet.

"OK so far?" he asked her. she tried to nod but then realized that in the collar she couldn't. "Yes dear, I'm fine." she said, and she meant it. It was an unusual sensation, to be sure, but not at all a negative one. Derek then pulled out something Michelle wasn't expecting, and she didn't know how she felt about it."

"Is that a diaper?" she asked. Derek said yes, so she didn't have any accidents, and then spread her legs wide. He wiped her sex with moist wipes and then quickly put the bulky padded diaper on her. It didn't feel too bad, she had to admit. Not uncomfortable anyway. She was realyl feeling curious and maybe even a little horny.

Derek sat her up in bed and dressed her in a simple sundress, then propped her up on pillows. She was comfortable, she had to admit, and she certainly wouldn't be able to get around like this, but what was she supposed to do, sit in bed all weekend? She wasn't sure she was up to that.

As if derek knew what she was thinking, he said "Now wait right here, I've got something for you." and left the room. Michelle sat there, wearing a diaper and a neck brace and 'crippled', and was wondering if this was really all worth it? What was Derek up to anyway?

He returned with a wheelchair - an electric type with a nice padded seat. He didn't even say anything, he just lifted her gently and maneuvered her into the wheelchair. He strapped her legs into the legrests with a padded strap, then fastened another similar strap just under her breasts. Finally he put her right hand in her lap and set her left hand into a 'U' shaped joystick on the armrest. Then for added measure, he belted her arm to the armrest with a soft strap right at the elbow, giving Michelle almost no movement for that arm.

"There. This is you for the weekend. You were in a bad accident, you have almost no use of your body from your neck down. You can drive your wheelchair with your left hand, but that's about it. Everything else, every need, even feeding or toilet, you will need my help and care. Is that understood?"

"Yes dear, I understand." From her current point of view, Michelle could see the obvious bulge in her husbands pants. "I would like your help with something then" she said with a smile "Because I'm helpless to do this any more."

"What's that love?" Derek asked.

"Take off yoru pants and let me kiss that hard cock I see trying to get out." she smiled. I can't use much below my neck, but everything ABOVE my neck is still functional.

Derek undressed and stood before Michelle, a few feet away. "Now what am I going to do with you way over there?" Michelle asked. "You're going to tease your poor crippled wife?"

"I bought you that fancy wheelchair, let's see if you can get over here to me." he said with a grin. "Just because you're a quadriplegic doesn't mean you can get out of your wifely duties." he smiled.

Michelle looked down at the 'hand' in the control stick of her wheelchair. She pushed sideways and the chair spun to the left. The was startled and giggled a little. Next, with a bit of effort she pushed forward, and the wheelchair moved forward smoothly. It took her a few minutes to get the hang of it, but she soon pulled up next to Derek and adjusted her chair so that she was just about in front of his cock, which was even more erect, but she had a problem...

"Derek - I can't turn my head." she said. Indeed, she was facing straight ahead and with the position of the wheelchair, was unable to reach his penis with any part of her. "I think I'll need help."

Derek smiled and - was there just a hint of animal lust in his gaze? He moved to the front of the wheelchair, and repositioned it and himself so that Michelle could reach his cock with minimal head movement in her neck brace. She reached and licked and kissed it and played with it, all using her mouth and lips. He finally assisted her and she was able to take his cock in all the way, sucking him off from her wheelchair until he came and shot hot loads of cum down her throat. He moaned with pleasure and she smiled as she finished him off.

"Mmm, that was so hot honey." Derek said, straightning himself after the encounter.

"I'm glad you liked it. I would have loved to reach up and play with your balls, but..." she said, playing the 'crippled wife' role as requested, and beginning to get into it. "Could I have a drink love?"

Derek headed for the kitchen and Michelle pressed her hand control forward, driving her wheelchair clumsily to meet him in the dining room. He sat and held a straw to her lips and she drank the class of juice without any use of her hands or arms. It was a difficult thing to remember, not moving anything below her neck, but Derek was enjoying it, and Michelle figured she could possibly get some pampering while they were playing.

"So breakfast?" she asked as he put down the juice glass.

"Definitely!" Derek smiled, and pished Michelle into the kitchen to watch him. He made waffles and sausage and coffee, and when he had a nice big plate ready he sat down where Michelle was parked at the table.

"So, how are you feeling so far?" Derek asked, stroking Michelle's head

"Happy, actually." Michelle said honestly. "this is actually kind of exciting. so are you going to feed me now?" she asked, smiling. Derek nodded and fed her a slice of waffle, then a sip of coffee.

They took an hour to eat breakfast, chatting and smiling and laughing. It was a strangely satifying reconnection for both of them as Michelle sat there in her wheelchair, pretending to be crippled. She never tried using her hands, she just sat there and let Derek feed her and stroke her hair and cheeks. Finally, after Derek leaned in and kissed her passionately, making her feel warm all the way from her head to her toes, Michelle felt she needed to use the bathroom.

"I've got to pee, love." she said, moving her hand on the wheelchair controls to back away from the table.

"No you dont." he said, getting up and beginning to clear the table. Michelle looked at him.

"Yes, I'm pretty sure I do, love." she said teasingly. "I know when I need to pee." she said.

"that's my point. Before your accident you knew when you needed to pee, sure... now, though." He looked at her to emphasis his meaning.

"Really?" she said, looking at him. He nodded. "I'll change you when I'm done in the kitchen, promise."

Michelle tried to wait, but couldn't really hold it any longer. If that's what he wanted, then... She urinated into her diaper, the feeling warm and satisfying after holding it for longer than she intended. she sat there then, in her wheelchair, with a wet diaper, and wondered if it was realyl worth it...

Derek took her to the bedroom as promised and undid her straps, releasing her from the wheelchair and laying her on the bed. again, she tired not moving at all, but it was hard. Derek pulled up her dress and removed her soiled diaper, and as he wiped her sex clean, she moaned out loud. He didnt' say a word, just kept rubbing her, and soon they were making love, deeply and passionately. She gave up on trying to say paralyzed, but her bandaged hands made it difficult to touch and caress Derek. He seemed to like her feeble attempts, though, and soon both were crying out in one of the deepest, most powerful orgasms they had ever shared. Both collapsed on the bed, and it was a while before Derek moved. He stroked her breasts and then cleaned her as she lay there motionless, putting a new diaper on her and then kissing her sweetly before putting her back in her wheelchair. Michelle was seeign a whole new side of Derek, more caring and tender than she realized he could be.

That day was more fun and wonderful than Michelle thought it would be. They stayed home, of course, but Derek was more loving and attentive than she had ever seen him. He fed her, cleaned her, brushed her hair, turned on the TV for her, and all she had to do was sit there and pretend to be a cripple, sometimes making a comment about how much different things were compared to 'before the accident'.

They watched a romantic comedy together on Pay Per View, something that Derek was never realyl willing to do before. But, as he told Michelle, he was much more open to her needs because of her 'condition'. This made Michelle very happy, and excited - she sat in her wheelchair, pretending to be the 'crippled wife', and she found she was literally getting everythign she wanted.

Another diaper change later in the day and Derek began stroking her sex again.

"I don't think that's such a good idea, lover" Michelle said. She could tell her bladder was full, and that kind of excitement was definitely going to make things happen. Derek understood immidately.

"You're paralyzed dear - that isn't something you have control over..." he said as he rolled her on top of an absorbent mat over the bed. She let him spread her legs, giving as little muscle response as she could, and he entered her.

It only took a couple minutes of his thrusting into her before she couldn't hold herself any more and urinated all over Derek. Instead of being disgusted, he thrust harder and came loudly as Michelle watched. It gace her a perverse thrill to watch it all happen, and she came as well, moaning with the pleasure of his hard throbbing cock within her.

Derek didn't say anything as he cleaned himself up, then her. He took off her sundress, which was a little soiled, and put on a nice floral print skirt and knit top that she liked. She didn't help at all, playing up the role play as much as she could, and she could tell Derek was really into it even more now. She had to admit, she was liking this more and more.

"So, honestly, this turns you on? Me just sitting here?" she asked once they were back in the living room. "Me crippled?"

"It's a little hard to explain. That's part of it, yes, but it's more the idea of you needing me to care for you, to care for your every need. That's where I'm really turned on, I feel physically, mentally, and sexually fulfilled when I care for you in this condition. I'm sure that sounds bizarre."

"No, it's kind of an extreme take on a maternal instinct, I think. But with a sexual fetish added in."

"Yeah, somethign like that." Derek said. "So, I appreciate you humoring me, you're doing a great job, but you can tell me - you're not into this, are you?"

Michelle looked at him. "I wasn't at first." she said honestly. "But, I have to admit - it's grown on me. I'll keep it up. You can ask me again tomorrow :)"

Derek fed her dinner, and afterwards they shared a glass of wine, Derek gently holding it up to Michelle's lips. She asked for his cock again, and he gladly obliged, positioning himself and helping her so that she could use her lips and tongue to make him cum. Finally, he bathed her - taking off the neck collar and her bandages, but telling her the roleplay was still in place. She acknowledged and did her best not to move at all as he put her in the tub, washed her hair, washed her whole body as she sat in the special shower chair. It was probably one of the most erotic experiences of their whole marriage, and Michelle was sad when Derek finally lifted her gently from the tub and set her in her wheelchair, on tops of some folded towels. He diapered her again and lay her in bed, and they both slept a deep and satisfying sleep.

"Derek, I'm awake" michelle called out into the empty room. There was no note, but she understood they were still roleplaying. She had to use the bathroom, but went in her diaper because she knew that was going to be the outcome anyway. It was strangely liberating and made her giggle. Derek came in with a smile and changed her, got her dressed.

"Do you think you need the bandages today?" Derek asked. "Or can you keep up the roleplay without them?"

"I'd like the neck brace and the hand bandages" she said honestly. "The legs will be fine I think - I wont' try to get up, I promise!"

Derek re-applied her crippling hand bandages and the neck brace, then put her back in her wheelchair and strapped her in as before. She sucked his cock again, an act she thoroughly enjoyed while disabled as she was. After they finished, he took her to the kitchen and fed her another wonderful breakfast. They taked and Derek read her the paper, and it was just such a wonderful re-connection Michelle was loving it. They watched TV, even played chess on the kitchen table in the afternoon - Derek moving Michelle's pieces for her, naturally. Afterwards, Michelle felt she needed to pee and tried to hint as much to Derek. He understood and took her to the bedroom.

Like the previous night, Michelle peed as Derek fucked her, and both came with forceful orgasms. Derek cleaned them both up, and Michelle wheeled herself into the living room as Derek finished dressing. They watched more TV, made small talk, and Derek played with Michelle's hair and nibbled on her ears. She moaned.

Derek took off his pants and Michelle saw his rock-hard cock once again ready for duty. This time, however, he turned Michelle's wheelchair and lifted her feet. She giggled as he masturbated with her soft feet, and she was thrilled and aroused to see him spurt hot cum all over her feet and toes with a moan.

"Derek, love..." she said. he looked up, flushed and smiling. "Yes. I'll play your crippled wife. These days have been so fun and wonderful, and I honestly find I like living this way." she beamed. "I hope I do a good job for you!"

"You do a wonderful job, my love!" Derek said. He was erect again, and kissed Michelle deeply. He pushed her wheelchair into the bedroom and undressed her completely, even taking off the bandages and collar. They made love again, passionately, erotically. Michelle could feel the passion and heat of every thrust of Derek's cock, and she was more wet than she had remembered being in ages.

They built up slowly, tow lovers not wanting to rush anything, until Michelle was panting and writhing and had begun to feel deep orgasms building. She started to cry out, her stomach and breasts hot with the building electricity of her orgasm, and Jim touched her face, making her smile. She could feel his fingers running through her hair, feel him getting closer and closer to climax. Her back began to arch, she cried out as the first waves of orgasms took hold, and then...

Derek twisted her neck sharply left and up. She heard the pop, she felt her body go limp, all feeling instantly extinguished, and she blacked out.

Michelle woke up disoriented and heard Derek's voice. It looked like she was in the basement - at the bottom of the stairs? She realized she couldn't move, couldn't feel anything from her shoulders down, and began to cry out. that's when she heard Derek more clearly.

"That's right, Wilshire Boulevard. She's fallen down the basement stairs, it looks like she's hurt her neck. Please hurry!" there was panic in his voice, but he looked at her with a calm detachment. Derek hung up the phone.

"You're awake, good. Well, we're both getting our wish, my dearest. No, don't try to talk. Your neck is broken. Likely the C5 vertebrae, if I did my job right. You're a quadriplegic now, just like we role played. Only now, it's for real. Don't panic - you'll be fine - well, except for the 'paralyzed from your chin down' thing - and I'll take such good care of you. You just have to stick to the story of falling down the stairs. Blink once if you understand."

Blink. Blink.

Derek sighed. "I was hoping to go into this later, at the hospital. Yes, this is my desire, fetish, whatever you want to call it. Yes, I will take care of you, care for your every need. And you, as a cripple, will take care of both our needs. You have an insurance poilicy on you, have had it for two years now. Pays a half million dollars if you are ever 'injured too gravely to contribute to the workforce'. So now we can both quit our jobs and live happily ever after." He kissed her. She had tears in her eyes. Tears of fear or tears of joy, Derek had no idea - but he would soon find out.

NEW Story - Baby Makes Three

Baby Makes Three By Paragirl
Image by Gamera, it inspired the whole story. Thanks Gamera!!


Kate was not just new in town; she was new in the whole country, having just moved from the UK to take a midlevel advert job with a major firm. It was a Great opportunity for someone fresh out of school, with only a Harrods internship to her name, but she had always been at the very top of her class, and her projects had not only taken top marks, but had garnered some interest in the industry as well.

Her apartment still a shambles from the move, she decided to walk down to a local pub and see if she couldn't get a sandwich and a pint of something other than the god-awful American beers she had sampled so far. Maybe even strike up conversations with a few people to try to get to know the locals...
that's where she met Jennifer.

Jennifer came over as soon as she heard that distinct London accent, and began to strike up a lively conversation with Kate. They spoke of many things, and Kate found herself lightheaded and giddy after several pints of Bass ale. She hadn't even been able to order a sandwich before Jen began their conversation, so the beers were making her lightheaded even more quickly. Soon she was laughing loudly and barely able to walk, more intoxicated than she had been in several years, and Jen offered to 'take her home', something Kate readily agreed to.

The 'home' Jen was referring to, however, was not Kate's modest apartment downtown, but a decent sized split level ranch deep in the suburbs, more than an hour drive from the pub. Kate's head was swimming and she was too drunk to protest as Jen and someone else carried her into the house. She threw up twice than blacked out, falling deep into a fitful, uncomfortable unconsciousness.

Kate woke to noise, an almost feral, grunting sound. Her head hurt in ways she scarce could comprehend, and she still felt dizzy, off-balance. She opened her eyes in the dim light and was shocked and terrified to see a naked man on top of her, apparently having sex with her - raping her, as the case were. Before she could scream, however, she realized that it didn't FEEL like she was being raped. In fact, she realized as her mind came out of the fogbank it had been trapped in, she couldn't seem to feel anything at all. She saw him on top of her, saw his cock driving into her vulnerable sex, but somehow felt nothing at all....

Kate's next instinct was to push him away, but her wrists were bound to the headboard with some sort of tape. She started to yell, but her throat was
hoarse, dry, and she could barely raise more than a whisper. the man on top of her looked into her terrified eyes and he said in a low, deep grumble 'shut
up cripple, I'm nearly done.'

Indeed, a minute later in mid thrust the man went rigid, his face frozen in that ugly rictus of climax, and he pulled out from her wet, unfeeling sex. At least, she thought as she saw his rigid cock pulled from her, he was wearing a condom. It was a small consolation to a horrifying situation, but she held onto it as much as she could.

The man didn't talk, and Kate was still so frozen with fear and confusion that she was unable to scream or react as he striped off the latex condom and tossed it aside, then lifted her feet in his hands. she watched, detached, as he took her feet in both hands and began to masturbate with them. She watched her slender bare feet stroke up and down her rapists' cock, and she was unable to feel anything, unable to react at all to this bizarre violation of her body. she focused on her big toe, willing it to move, any movement at all, but she was unable to. She took stock over her situation internally and realized that she seemed numb from her breasts down. she could feel the upper parts of her breasts moving as her rapist fucked her limp feet, but anything below that was gone, numb and senseless. She couldn't move a thing below her breasts, and her hands and arms were held tight, bound above her head. She could only watch as this crazed man finally groaned and came, white and hot and sticky all over her feet and lower legs. she felt none of it, and he then left the room without making a sound, other than the multiple clicks of locks and deadbolts being slid into place behind him. Once the ordeal was over and she was finally alone, Kate began to cry.

Kate awoke to a soft hand gently stroking her hair. It was a warm, comforting feeling, and it briefly drove back the dark, nightmarish images that had been
swimming in her head. She realized quickly, however, that she still had no feeling below her breasts, and the panic leapt into her gut again, uncoiling like a
serpent inside her stomach and chest. Here eyes snapped open and she saw Jen, lovely Jen who had gotten her drunk and.. what? Abducted her? Drugged her? Crippled her? She tried to pull away from Jen's caressing touch but again found herself bound to the bed, her lower two thirds not responding any more than they did when she was being raped. Numb and limp and dead.

"Shhh" Jen said, stroking Kate's cheek. "I know you're scared, but it's OK, I'm here, I won't let him touch you again."

Kate looked up at her, again tried to talk and found herself unable to, her lips and throat were so dry. How long had it been since she had a drink? Food?

"You're thirsty, I know. I'm going to untie you now and raise you up in the bed. You wont' try anything, right? I'm here to help you, I promise."

Kate nodded her head reluctantly and Jen untied her hands and arms, then slowly raised the bed. Jen felt a wave of dizziness and nausea hit her as the bed rose on its electronic lift, but she closed her eyes and it passed. Her body slumped over to the left some, as she had no trunk muscles to keep her self upright. Jen helped her to sit up again and then propped a pillow to keep her upright. She rubbed Kate’s hands, the warmth and circulation returning, and then pressed a plastic cup into Kate's hands.

Kate pressed the cup to her lips and drank greedily, the cold water rushing through her like cold fire. she had gulped half the glass down when Jen pulled it
gently away from her lips.

"Not so fast, you'll throw up." she said with genuine kindness, placing the glass on the bedside table.

"What the hell is going on?" Kate asked, her voice still rough but better. "Why can't I talk? What happened to my legs? Who was that guy who raped me??"

"It wasn't supposed to be like this, I'm sorry." Jen said, and the redness in her eyes reflected true sorrow. "It was supposed to be a surprise for Jake, my husband. a threesome, his fantasy. You seemed like you'd be into it when we talked at the bar, but I know you were drunk, way too drunk to know what we were really taking about. I brought you home and Jake thought you were hot, but then he got weird, he... he said that a threesome wasn't really his fantasy, that his fantasy was different, but that we could still do it with you... that's when..." Jen started crying, large wracking sobs that took her a few minutes to get under control. "You were passed out in the bedroom, he got a needle from the bathroom - I didn't know he even had it, I swear - and the next thing I knew, he had jabbed it into your back. Into your spine. You convulsed, you shook, there was some kind of seizure and Jake told me to get out, that you would be OK, he screamed at me, then I saw him push something down your throat hooked to an airbag of some kind. I think it was breathing for you, for a little while. After that, he moved you down here, to our 'in-law' apartment, and tied you to the bed."

"He raped me..." Kate said in a low, rough voice. Jen looked like she had been slapped. "He raped me, then he got his rocks off on my feet."

"I know, that's.... Well, that's his fetish, I guess. Crippled girls."

"So, he gets off on...." she took a breath and looked down at her paralyzed lower body "He gets off on this? So why me?"

"It was supposed...." Jen choked back a sob and had to re-start. "It was supposed to be me. That's why he had the needle all ready. For our anniversary he was going to do this to me. My surprise threesome, it was unexpected, but you were... "

"convenient?" Kate asked bitterly. Jen only nodded. "So what now?" Kate asked. The look in Jens' eyes told her everything. There was no easy way out of this one...

Kate again woke to grunting and the rough manhandling of Jake. He had her legs spread wide, and she could see how floppy and useless they looked. She looked at the clock in the room. 2am.

"Sneaking away from the wife for a little playtime with the captive cripple?" she asked, disgusted. He wasn't bad looking - in fact, he had chiseled abs and great hair. Not a bad looking guy, if you could overlook the fact that he had crippled her for life and was now raping her on a regular basis.

"Shut up, cunt, and it will be over soon..." Jake growled. His voice had a feral edge to it. It frightened Kate, reminded her that a man who would do this to her would have no qualms about doing much, much worse to her. Her hands were re-tied, something Jen had to do when she left, so all she could really do was watch this man rape her, force his cock deep into her unfeeling sex until he was satisfied. After that, as she expected, he again took her limp, floppy feet and jerked himself off with them, only taking a few minutes of stroking himself with her paralyzed toes and insoles before his hips bucked and he came all over her legs. He didn't even look at her as he finished, just kissed her unfeeling toes and plopped her dead legs back onto the bed with a thud. He left as he had before, locking the door behind him on his way out.

The next day was a similar routine. Jen came in some time in the morning, after Jake had gone to work, apparently, and then fed and cleaned Kate. Changed the heavy adult diaper Kate pissed and shit in, cleaned her unfeeling pussy, cleaned her husbands cum off Kate's legs and feet. She talked to Kate, told her she was trying to work something out, that Kate didn't have to wait much longer. Kate could tell Jen was scared, though. She remembered what Jen had said, that the needle that had crippled Kate was really meant for her, paralyzed for life by her own husband. If he could do that, Kate didn't blame Jen for being afraid.

The pattern continued for several weeks. Jake would come daily, sometimes twice in the same day, to rape Kate's paralyzed body and then masturbate with her floppy, unfeeling feet. She had come to expect it as part of the routine. Jen would come in later and hold her, tell her she was doing her best, clean her, change her diapers, and feed her. She looked forward to her time with Jen very much. She could tell how hard it was for Jen, knowing her husband was fucking another woman night after night under her own roof. Knowing that he preferred a numb, dead pussy to her own sex. She wondered what kind of conversations they had, outside her earshot. He had to know she was taking care of her, and that she knew what he was doing to her. Kate wondered how much more of this she could take. If Jake would eventually tire of her and just kill her. If maybe that's what she eventually hoped would happen.

The pattern changed early one morning. Kate was wakened by Jen untying her and crying, muttering about Jake under her breath. Kate looked to the side of the bed and saw a wheelchair! She didn't even ask what was going on, she just let Jen put her in the wheelchair, because that meant freedom, didn't it? Jen got Kate strapped into the wheelchair and simply said "I'm sick of his crap, I'm leaving, and you're coming with me!" Jen pushed Kate hurriedly through a hallway and into a garage with a shiny black car sitting waiting. She was about to ask Jen what was going on when she felt a warm hazy sensation flowing through her, and quickly lost consciousness.

Kate awoke and her heart sank immediately. She instantly recognized the dim light, the outdated paneling, and the heavy oppressive feeling of her previous prison. She had no idea what had happened, but she felt again strange, different. Her arms were not tied above her head, she tried to sit up, only to find she couldn't. Her arms responded to her command, but...

Kate looked and saw her arms somehow ended just above where her elbows should have been, and were covered in a tight white stocking-like material. She could tell in the dim light that there were bandages under that, as well. She moved both arms tentatively and was able to verify full range of motion at her shoulders, with only a dull, pulling throb as she stretched her farthest. Confused and again terrified, Kate had no idea what was going on or how she had lost her arms. She stopped short as she looked at the rest of her body and realized suddenly that the bed sheet dropped off abruptly midway between her knees and hips. She could see the smooth rounded stumps where her legs ended. She began breathing heavily as she realized her situation, and quickly wondered what had happened to their escape, what had happened to Jen.

Jake came in a few hours later and looked annoyed. He saw Kate was awake but merely said 'Shut up, I'm still going to fuck you." and then proceeded to do just that. He seemed less interested in her newly abbreviated form, though, as he had a harder time reaching climax and didn't bother going to the usual 'second round'. He left soon after and locked Kate in as usual. Kate wondered why he would bother locking her in, since it wasn't like she was going anywhere like this. She wondered where Jen was, and hoped she was OK...

It was another two days, yet only one more rape session with Jake, before Jen returned, and Kate immediately understood why. Jen's arms now ended just above her wrists in slender round stumps with the same dressing and stump socks that covered Kate's new stumps. So this was her punishment then? Kate's heart sank as she saw the results of the escape attempt.

"Jen, I'm so sorry." she whispered.

"So am I, honey. I was hoping we could get away. I didn't know he was already expecting it."

"Your hands..." Kate said, dumbly stating the obvious. Jen held up the stumps.

"Yeah, it's going to be tricky to take care of you now, but I think we'll make due. On the plus side, I think Jake is losing interest in you now that you have no
legs."

"I noticed the same thing. I wonder why he amputated my legs if his fetish was all about my crippled feet?" Kate asked aloud. Jen acted as if she hadn't heard the question, and instead started pushing a swivel barstool from the corner over to the side of the bed. She sat in the barstool, her bandaged arm stumps sitting in her lap, and began clumsily using her feet and toes as hands, pulling off Kate's diaper and wiping and cleaning her as usual.

"This is hard." Jen said, sounding exasperated. "I feel so useless like this." and then looked at Kate's paralyzed, amputated body and immediately regretted it. "Sorry Kate, I didn't think..." Kate ignored the comment and waved it off with a brush of her arm stump.

"Does it hurt?" Jen asked. "Your amputations, I mean? Your stumps?"

"Well, my legs don't hurt, obviously." Kate said with a half-hearted chuckle. "My arms feel OK, a little sore I guess. How the hell did he do it? what is he, a surgeon?"

"He's... well don't worry about that, Kate." Jen said. she was fumbling with Kate's diaper, using her toes to try to spread Kate's leg stumps and roll her a bit. It took a while, but Jen got Kate's diaper on and got Kate back situated on the bed. "There, I did it!" Jen exclaimed, and Kate congratulated her too, "Great job honey!" she said proudly after Jen had completed the task with her feet. Both women stared at each other.

"I have to tell you something, Kate." Jen said.

"You don't have to tell me, Jen. You can just kiss me." Kate said, smiling and blushing. and so Jen did.

That was how the relationship started. Feeding and cleaning started leading to kisses and cuddles. Kisses and cuddles led to more. The lovemaking was strange, awkward between the two disabled women; Jen using her feet more than her abbreviated arm stumps, and Kate learning to use her short arm stumps and tongue in ways that at first shocked, and then eventually thrilled her.

"I want to fuck you." Jen said as she held and cuddled Kate in bed. Kate moaned as she felt Jen's stumps caress her face and neck and upper breasts.

"So fuck me." she sighed. "Fuck me hard, tell me how good it feels. I'll never know otherwise..." Kate said in a half joking way.

"I think it would turn me on, Kate. To do that." Jen said sensually, as she kissed and nibbled Kate's ear.

"Whatever you want to do, lover." Kate replied dreamily, only half conscious of what was going on. Jen moved then, and Kate realized what she meant just a moment too late, as she watched Jen use her now talented feet to lubricate her right arm stump with a thick clear lube. "Are you serious?" she asked, and before she got an answer, watched Jen's stump press it's way into her numb sex. She practically screamed with mixed revulsion and ecstasy as she watched her amputee lover fuck her crippled pussy with an arm stump, but Jen was so into it. She sat with her own foot folded under her, and Kate could see she was playing with her own clit with her toes as she stump-fucked Kate's pussy, in and out deeply. Jen came quickly, her talented toes and her hot, wet stump bringing her to a powerful climax. She flopped to the bed, spent, and Kate just sat there, unable to move anything but her little nub arms. she was flushed with both the perversion of what had just been done to her, as well as the pleasure she had been able to provide for quite literally the only friend and lover she had in the world. It was a strange position to be in, but strangely, Kate didn't mind.

as the relationship grew, Jen was becoming more and more caring and nurturing to her severely crippled lover, and Kate, in turn, came to not only rely on Jen for literally everything, she realized she truly began to enjoy it. The next step, however, was one that Kate hadn't anticipated.

The visits from Jake had become less and less frequent, until one day Jen came into the room bouncing and excited. The first surprise was a new pair of shiny, polished hooks at the ends of her arm stumps - new prosthetics! She was beaming as she entered the room and caressed Kate with the cool steel hooks, and Kate was thrilled for her friend and lover as well. She watched as Jen did some simple manipulation with her hooks, from picking up a glass and holding it for Kate to drink from, to tweaking Kate's nipples, which made Kate moan with delight. Her diaper was off quickly, and the women made love passionately, Kate caressing her lover with tongue and smooth round arm stumps, and Jen tracing gentle lines over Kate's body with her new hooks, then going down on her paralyzed girlfriend, licking and kissing the numb, flaccid pussy vigorously. Finally, Jen positioned herself over Kate in the bed, and gently pulled her lips apart so that Kate could kiss and rub her sensual sex with her tongue and her stumps. Jen's orgasm was strong and loud, and she
collapsed onto the bed panting. Kate was pleased that she could pleasure Jen so well, but she felt another pang of regret that she'd never again feel such a
sensation.

After the lovemaking, Jen apparently had even more in store for Kate. She dressed her in a new diaper, but then also began dressing her in other clothing - something that hadn't occurred before. Normally, aside from diapers and bandages, Kate was kept naked, more 'accessible' for Jake, and eventually, also for Jen.

"What's this?" Kate asked, seeing Jen manipulating the soft pink material with her hooks and feet.

"A surprise for my sweetie." Jen said and began the difficult task of pulling the soft, warm, stretchy material over and around Kate's crippled form. Eventually she finished, and Kate immediately saw that it was a soft pink onesie, like a baby would wear - and even included a Velcro closure between her legs, to better facilitate diaper changes.

"I look like a baby." Kate said in a voice that was both concerned and curious. Jen beamed down at her, then lifted something else. A bottle. she handed it to Kate, who instinctively grasped it between her arm stumps. She looked up at Jen's beaming face and then placed the rubber nipple between her lips and began to drink the delicious, sweet-tasting juice from her bottle. She smiled up at Jen, who imediately began masturbating again, using her toes and one smooth hook to rub her clit. Kate pulled the bottle out of her mouth as she watched, then she said the first thing that popped into her head.

"Do you like this, Mommy?"

Jen came so loudly and deeply that she fell off the bed, moaning with pleasure and excitement. Kate flushed with embarrassment as well as pleasure. It made sense - Jen fed her, bathed her, clothed her. she was incapable of doing much of anything on her own. Jen had always showed an almost motherly caring attitude towards her, even from their first meeting. Even from their... first....

"Where is Jake?" Kate suddenly asked. It had been well over a week since she's seen him. Jen looked at her, the glow on her face softening a little.

"He's around, baby." Jen said, her tone changing 180 degrees from the previous discussion.

"He hasn't been to visit me lately, Mommy." - the last word dripped with sarcasm bordering on contempt. Jen got off the bed and re-adjusted the harness for her prosthetics. She glared at Kate.

"When did you figure it out?" Jen asked, stroking Kate's face. "I thought we were doing so well."

"It took me a while, true, but the first glimmer was my amputations. You did them didn't you?" Kate said, looking at Jen, waiting for the lie. Instead...

"Yes. Jake was getting way too into you, your floppy feet and legs. I hadn't counted on that. Hadn't counted on him choosing you over me, to deviate from
the script. So I took you and drugged you and had all your limbs amputated. It turned Jake off, but it had the additional benefit of turning me on, and making
me want to care for you that much more. You were this perfect little crippled package, helpless and soooo sexy." Jen said, still caressing Kate.

"And you hands, that wasn't part of the script either. That first say I saw you with your stumps, I knew it wasn't something you expected."

"What I told you was partially the truth. He didn't punish us for 'trying to escape' - he punished ME for amputating your legs. Taking away his toys. I woke up
with a splitting headache and no hands and had to figure out what the hell to do next. I was going to get rid of you - oh don't look at me like that, I wasn't
going to kill you, just drop you off at a hospital. I had no idea how I could care for you like this, but I guess I was curious..."

Kate was silent for what seemed like an eternity, finally breaking the silence with a single word.

"Mommy."

Jen beamed again. "Yes baby?"

"I'm glad you let me stay." Kate said, looking into Jen's eyes. She was horrified, but she was also grateful, happy that she was loved and cared for by Jen. the mixed emotions within her finally came to a head, and she began to cry, tears welling up and spilling down her cheeks. Jen slipped out of her prosthetics and dropped them to the floor and sat with Kate, drying her tears with her smooth stumps. She kissed Kate deeply, and Kate kissed her back, and the two of them again made love, slowly and sensually, exploring each other's bodies, each other's disabilities. Kate kissed and licked Jen's stumps, and Jen used her toes to massage Kate's breasts and pussy.

They were entwined for hours like that, making love, holding each other. Finally, Kate kissed Jen deeply, and said "Mommy".

"Yes baby?" Jen asked, smiling.

"That's the last time I'm ever going to call you that, you fucking bitch."

Before Jen could react, she felt a sharp poke from behind, and she was unconscious.

Kate woke up with Jake's erect cock poking itself between her lips. She craned up greedily and began sucking it, taking it down her throat before her eyes were even open. She looked up at him from the bed and he thrust his cock into her mouth as she sucked and licked it. Her arm stumps played with his shaft and his balls as best as she could reach. She sucked and licked, loving the warm, hot shaft as it pressed into the back of her throat. Her stumps were very deft at rubbing him just right, and soon he pulled his cock out of her mouth and let her jerk him off with those smooth little stubbies. She felt her own saliva making his shaft slick, and she smiled and rubbed his cock and balls with her warm smooth little stumps. She watched his back arch as she brought him fully to orgasm, and he sprayed hot sticky cum all over her face. She smiled and laughed and licked the tip of his cock playfully, getting the last drips of his semen.

Jake ran his fingers through her hair and then took a warm towel and cleaned her up. He dressed her in a diaper, plus a sexy red leather skirt, custom stockings on her leg stumps, and a very exciting black and red top. He helped her into her power wheelchair and made sure the mouth controls were positioned properly, then kissed her on the cheek and told her breakfast was ready. Kate used the mouth joystick to easily maneuver her wheelchair out of the richly appointed bedroom she and Jake shared, then drove down the main hallway and into the cheerful pink room to check on the baby.

Jen was there, sitting in her power wheelchair. It was pink, just like her room, and she was parked by the window, looking out. When she heard Kate's wheelchair, she put her lips around the baby pacifier that sat in front of her - a custom sip and puff control Jake had made. She sucked on her pacifier and her wheelchair turned, so she could look at Kate. Her head wouldn't move, it was resting against her padded headrest and had a soft Velcro band holding it up, and so she had to move the wheelchair almost a full 180 degrees before she could look Kate eye to eye.

"How’s my baby doing today?" Kate said, smiling. Jen was, indeed, dressed like a baby, wearing a big bulky diaper, a pink onesie with a pony on it, a bib to catch some of her drool, and soft, custom fit booties on her totally paralyzed feet. Her body was totally immobile, from her chin to her toes. Her arm stumps sat limply in her lap, and Kate could see that atrophy had already begun to ravage her once-shapely former lover.

"Nwaa baaa!" Jen tried to exclaim. "use your big girl words, dear." Kate giggled. She knew that with her newly paralyzed tongue Jen wouldn't be using her "big girl words' any time soon. Kate stroked Jen's cheek with her arm stump. "There there, that's my girl." she said with a sneer.

Jake came in behind her. "So how’s the cripple, honey?" he said, ruffling Jen's hair as he said it.

"Hey, jackass - your girlfriend is a paraplegic quad amputee, lets' be a little sensitive with the 'C' word, especially in front of poor unfortunate Jen here."

"Yeah, sorry lover. Just trying to get a rise out of little miss 'I control the universe' here. Not that you're ever going to 'rise' again, are you bitch?" Jake said with unveiled contempt.

"She's gotten a rise out of you, apparently" Kate said, stroking the bulge in Jake's shorts with her stump. "You want to?"

"You mind?" Jake said, obviously not caring if she did or not.

"Go ahead - it's one of the reasons we kept her around, isn't it?" Kate said. "Have fun!"

Jake stripped naked and used the attendant controls to move Jen's wheelchair over to her pink frilly bed. He sat on her bed and lifted Jen's limp, floppy feet, took off her special baby booties, and began to jerk off with Jen's useless, dead feet and toes. Jen was positioned in her wheelchair such that, unless she closed her eyes, she had to watch.

As Jake was using Jen as his perverted fuck doll, Kate pulled up close and parked her wheelchair right next to Jen. "You know Jen, this might not have happened is you hadn't gotten so jealous of me and Jake. See, Jake wasn't the only one getting off on my crippled body - I've had all kinds of dark rape fantasies, used to go to clubs back in London that specialized in that sort of thing. Jake and I were both getting what we wanted, and would have left you to your own plans, but you had to fuck it all up. So now here you are, our personal little crippled fuckdoll. You might have maimed me, crippled me for life, but I'm going to make sure you've got it worse, 'Baby'....

Jake arched his back and came all over Jen's feet. They left her there, in her wheelchair, cum splattered on her feet and legs. Kate wheeled herself into the kitchen and Jake fed her wonderful omlette and coffee through a straw, and they talked about what to do for the rest of the day.

Story - One Night Stand

One Night Stand By Paragirl

Michelle met him at the bar. She had seen him before, a few times - he looked very conservative, but there was something in his eyes... something predatory. She knew she should stay away from him, her gut told her that she should, but for some reason, on this night, when he offered to buy her a drink, she accepted. They chatted for a little while, had a few more drinks, and then before Michelle knew it, she was at his house. It wasn't a huge house, but of decent size and well-appointed. David - his name was David, she had learned - was an executive of some worth, at least that's what he had told her in the bar. One thing that was gnawing at the back of Michelle's mind, however, was their location - David's house was at least a half mile from his nearest neighbor, and he had a long, meandering private drive that put him probably a quarter mile back from the main road. If David turned out to be a bad person, there was very little Michelle could do about it.

David poured them two glasses of wine and they headed for the living room, continuing their talk. Michelle was tipsy, maybe even drunk, but the questions David was asking were curious and a little disconcerting to her. They all seemed to be about being taken care of, being cared for, being independent... Michelle played along - he had such nice eyes, didn't he? She tried to remember something about his eyes, something she had thought before, but the wine and his soft voice put her totally at ease. He kissed her on the couch, nibbled her ear a bit, kissed her neck, and before she knew it he was leading her into his bedroom.

The bedroom was very large, with a side area containing a Jacuzzi and other very nice appointments. Michelle let David undress her slowly as she fumbled with his belt. Soon they were in bed, tangled within each other, the sort of rough lovemaking that comes from too much wine and urgency and uncertainty. David turned Michelle over and took her from behind, she felt him enter her and it was like paradise - he was very skilled, she could tell. He thrust into her deeply, she spread more for him, her back arched and her ass in the air to give him better position, wanting him inside her more deeply...

Michelle bit her lip and began to moan - she could feel the orgasm building as David fucked her, thrusting into her, his hips slapping against her warm ass as he entered her deeply. She felt it build, felt the orgasm working its way to the surface, her moaning getting louder. She was so focused on the sensation, on the pleasure, that she totally missed the feeling of the alcohol swab across her lower back, and as she came to full orgasm, screaming into the pillow, she barely noticed the sensation of the hypodermic needle entering her lower back. When the plunger in the needle was pushed, Michelle screamed in earnest, and then collapsed on the bed. She felt strange, dizzy, and not just from the wine. She had felt a searing heat flash across her back as she came, but now it was gone. She lay there and wondered if David was still in her, then realized that she couldn't feel her pussy. She looked over her shoulder and saw David sitting there, his cock still hard, looking down at her. She tried to roll over, but her lower half wouldn't comply.
"David." Michelle said. "What's going on?"

David smiled, and the predatory look was back in his eyes. He didn't say anything, but Michelle was suddenly very afraid. She tried to move her legs, but she couldn't. Tried to wiggle her toes, but she realized she couldnt even feel her toes. She began to panic, her head spinning - what was going on?

"Let me help you roll over, Michelle." David said softly, and there was a tone in his voice that again put her at ease. She began rolling herself over, and David took her legs and moved them for her - they both looked limp, Michelle started to panic again.

"David, what's going on?" Michelle asked again.

"Dont' worry, Michelle. I'll explain everything in the morning - it will be OK in the morning. For now, I want to keep making love to you..."

"But, David... My legs...." Michelle said. She was confused, but the way David was looking at her, she felt something new stirring within her. She had made love to many men in her life, but she had never felt such desire from any of them as David looked at her now. She nodded to him and lay there, unable to do much else. She watched him as he lifter her feet - It was so strange, watching him handle her feet and legs, like they belonged to someone else. He lifted them and kissed them tenderly, then began to rub his cock and balls with them, stroking himself with her apparently useless feet. The look of ecstasy that flooded his face made Michelle feel amazing, feel wanted and desired. Very soon he came, spurting hot, sticky semen all over her feet. She assumed it was hot and sticky, anyway, from past experience, but this time, she had no idea, she felt nothing but numbness from her navel down.

David was still very erect, and he spread her legs for her and entered her, gently, sensually this time. She watched as he pushed into her, disconnected yet aroused all the same. The pleasure he took slipping his cock into her now numb pussy was obvious, and it thrilled her. He made love to her gently, sensually, and though she could not feel him in her any more, he whispered into her ear how lovely she felt, how lovely she looked to him, how he would care for her. She wasn't sure what he meant, but she had never felt so desired - so loved - in all her life. As she played with his hair, running her fingers through it, his breathing and pace quickened, and he was soon coming into her, moaning loudly and thrusting, his back arched. It was an orgasm that appeared to encompass his entire body, and he yelled out in ecstasy with is final thrusts into Michelle's numb sex. He withdrew from her and rolled over, exhausted, and lay there for a few minutes. Then he sat up, arranged Michelle's legs for her, and then lay beside her, his arm lying across her. He whispered 'Thank you' into her ear and drifted to sleep. Even though Michelle had a thousand things going through her head, she drifted to sleep too.

Michelle awoke alone in bed, her head hurting from the alcohol the night before. She was groggy and went to get out of bed, but something was wrong, her body wasn't following her instructions. Her legs wouldn't... the events of the previous night flooded back into Michelle as a panic, and she threw off the soft sheets to see that her legs were just laying there, limp, and more, she appeared to be wearing an adult diaper. She cried out for David but there was no answer. She worked her way into a sitting position, supporting herself with her arms, and tried to move her legs. Nothing - no movement, no sensation, nothing from her navel down. Using her hands, she pushed her limp legs off the bed, watching them both flop lifeless to the floor. She then forced herself up, trying to stand, but it didn't work - she collapsed to the floor, her legs crumpled and useless beneath her. She began to cry.

David found her halfway to the living room, crawling. She was crying, nearly hysterical. He lifted her in his arms and set her in the sporty wheelchair he had brought home, and then pushed her into the bathroom that adjoined the master bedroom.
"What did you do?" Michelle sobbed as David removed her diaper and lifted her into the shower chair that sat in the tub.

"I made you more beautiful." was his cryptic reply. By now she knew the truth - she was paralyzed, her body dead from the waist down. The diaper was because she could no longer control her bodily functions; she couldnt control her pee, and had already wet herself once. It was embarrassing, but David was taking such good care of her, cleaning her, washing her hair, putting a fresh diaper on her.

"I'm going to be like this forever, aren't I?" Michelle asked him as he lifted her back into her wheelchair, arranging her limp legs. His lack of response was all the reply she needed. She began sobbing again, quietly, as he wheeled her into the kitchen.

He prepared them a lovely brunch, but they didn't really speak. It was only as David got up to clear the dishes that Michelle broke the silence.

"I'll stay. If you'll promise to take care of me, I'll stay with you." she said.
"I'm not sure you understand what you're saying, Michelle. At least not yet." was his only reply.

That night, David helped Michelle into bed and removed her dress, then her diaper. He then sat on the bed and began slipping silk stockings onto Michelle's legs. She couldn't feel anything, of course, but they appeared to be expensive, and David took great care - and great pleasure - in slipping them onto her paralyzed legs.

Once he was done, he again used her limp feet to stoke himself, to masturbate, rubbing his cock and his balls with her lifeless feet. She watched and suddenly found herself becoming aroused. She began touching her nipples, rubbing and caressing her breasts... she slipped one hand down her stomach, towards her pussy, and gasped as she traced the line where her sensation stopped at her navel. She touched her pussy then, feeling it with her fingers as if she were touching another woman's sex, and David saw her do it. "No." was all he said, more of a moan, and she quickly retracted her hand, again focusing on her sensitive breasts, never taking her eyes off his hands and her feet.

He came again, moaning in ecstasy, then thrust into her deeply - she watched his cock thrust into her and longed to be able to feel it, but the pleasure it gave him was obvious. This time, he lifted her legs and spread them wide, getting deeper, fuller penetration. She was fascinated at how her legs stretched and flexed now. They were bent in ways she had never seen them bent, and she suddenly realized that they SHOULDN'T be bent that way, that, even though she couldn't feel any pain, any sensation at all, her legs were being harmed, her muscles were pulling, tearing, her hips were hyper-extended. She grew frightened again, but quickly calmed down, seeing David making such intense love to her. It wasn't like she'd be able to use her legs again, after all - this she knew already, David had confirmed it. David came again, much like the previous night, but Michelle thought it may have lost a little intensity. It was probably just her imagination.

The next morning the damage to her legs was obvious - they were purple in some places, but more noticeable was the fact that they were obviously more limp, more 'floppy' as David bathed and dressed her. David paid lots of attention to them, as always. He left for work and Michelle was alone in the house - he told her he'd be home at lunch, but he didn't show up until after 6pm. By that time, Michelle had explored all parts of the house she was able to - there was a locked door and a room that took two steps to get into - and she had peed her diaper and decided to change it herself. It took her close to an hour to do it, but she was finally able to change her diaper and wash herself at least somewhat.

When David got home he apologized to her and helped clean her again and put a fresh diaper on. He told her he had good news, that most days he would be able to work from home now, so that he would be able to better care for her. Michelle was thankful for that, because being alone and crippled made her feel very vulnerable.
Several weeks had gone by, and Michelle and David had fallen into a pattern. He would work from home in the room up the stairs, and she would watch TV, sometimes cook him lunch (though the kitchen wasnt adapted for wheelchair use, so that was usually very difficult for her), and they would make love every night. Michelle watched David's interest wane, however, as the weeks dragged by. Finally, one night, as he rubbed himself with her crippled feet, he wasn't even getting erect.
"What's wrong?" Michelle asked, concerned and frightened.

"Can't... it's just not working, Michelle." he said, embarrassed. "I need..."

"Whatever it is you need, David, you can have it." Michelle said, looking at him with both fear and honesty in her eyes. She knew now where his tastes lay, his true passions, and she accepted it.

David began to turn her over, but she protested. "I want to see it." she said, and he knew she meant it.

He must have been preparing for it already, because everything he needed was in the bedroom already, discretely tucked away. He lay her down in bed and put soft white socks on her feet, then placed a metal box on the bed. He placed her foot in the box and pulled a lever gently - the sounds from the box were horrifying, the breaking of bones and the tearing of sinews, but Michelle felt nothing at all, she watched as if it were a television show. When her foot was removed from the device, it was unrecognizable - completely deformed, every bone obviously broken. There was no blood - David was always careful for that - but her foot was totally destroyed. She stared at it, laying there limp and deformed, as she heard the bones breaking in her second foot. David put the device away and then kissed her feet - or what was left of them. He was again erect, extremely aroused, and seeing him begin to use her newly crippled feet to pleasure himself, to bring himself to orgasm, was enough to justify David's need. After he came explosively all over her deformed feet, Michelle asked him to move her foot to her mouth. She kissed her own crippled foot and licked his cum off of what used to be her toes and instep. He moaned to watch her do it, and dropped her leg limply on the bed, then entered her and began to fuck her vigorously. Again she felt his desire, his lust for her crippled form. How much more would he require? How much could she stand?

The next morning David added a new part to the morning routine - he wrapped both her crippled feet in elastic bandage, deforming them even more than they were the night before. She actually felt a thrill as she watched him wrap them - her feet no longer even resembled feet, and it was obvious she would never again wear shoes. He lay her deformed feet on her wheelchair footrests and continued with her daily routine.

Once David was working, Michelle lifted one of her legs with her hands and began feeling her foot - it was shattered inside, every bone broken - but the way David had wrapped it, it would heal in this twisted, deformed position. Her toes were curled under, her instep curled at a very unnatural angle. Every bone below her ankle was broken and re-shaped by David. She again kissed her foot, not even sure why, and again wondered how much farther David would go, but this time, the thought was met with some anticipation.

Michelle's feet had healed very deformed, as she had anticipated, and he had started to show his typical loss of interest a few weeks later. This time, before he had lost all interest, Michelle whispered to him during one of their lovemaking sessions 'I want more'. He came as soon as she said it, and he was prepared the following day.

This time it was both legs, as Michelle had expected and secretly hoped. This time was more violent - there was no box this time - but Michelle lay there as David broke her legs each in several places. Her shins were snapped, her ankles, both knees shattered. He didn't break her thighs, as he feared internal bleeding, but it didn't matter - her legs had never looked so crippled. This night, he turned her over, on her stomach, and though she obviously couldn't feel a thing, Michelle could tell that he was taking her anally, so he could better play with the mess that was once her long, beautiful legs.

The next morning was very different - David casted her legs, setting the bones all wrong, so they would stay deformed. Her ankles were turned in on themselves, her shins casted at slight yet noticeable angles. Here knees were simply bandaged with elastic bandages, as her feet had been. David also had to help her more; with the casts on she wasn't as able to do things for herself as well, transferring to and from her wheelchair became nearly impossible. For the five weeks the casts were on, David was extremely attentive to Michelle's needs, but she could tell he would only return to his usual in bed once her casts came off.

It was five weeks to the day when David took Michelle into the bathroom and removed her casts. Her legs were withered now, and very deformed. With the addition of her turned ankles, her feet now resembled nothing previously seen on a human body, they were that deformed. But David was ecstatic, incredibly aroused. He washed her gently but thoroughly, her first serious bath in five weeks, and then dried her off with several fluffy towels and set her in her wheelchair. He pushed her into the bedroom and undressed himself, so they were both naked, then wheeled her up, facing the bed. He then sat in front of her and lifted her legs into his lap, then dressed them in soft silk stockings. The opaque stockings enhanced the incredibly crippled condition of Michelle's legs, making them look even thinner and more twisted, deformed - however, once the stockings were on, she could see the beauty in them as well.

Once her stockings were on, David took her feet in his hands and again began his ritual of masturbation. This time, Michelle was so aroused they began again playing with her breasts, then without thinking began playing with her numb pussy again. David noticed and told her to stop, but Michelle was lost in her ecstasies and didn't notice. David pulled her out of her wheelchair and threw her to the bed, flat on her stomach. He entered her anus, as he had been doing lately, and began to fuck her roughly, saying something about crippled little girls are supposed to listen to their daddies. As he was about to cum, David took hold of Michelle's head, grabbing her by the side of the head and the chin. Michelle realized what was going to happen just moments before she felt the pop, and then she blacked out.

Michelle awoke to nothing. No sound, no feeling, no light. She feared that David had blinded her, but then noticed a crack of light from the closed window - it was just still dark out, the room was unlit. She felt something hard, uncomfortable at her chin, and knew David must have put her in a hard collar after he broke her neck. She tried to focus on her body, on what the extent of her new condition was; there was nothing at all below her neck, not even a tickle. She lay there, still and silent, for hours, until the sun started to lighten the room. See couldn't look around, couldn't move her head at all thanks to the hard collar, and she wondered if she could move her head even after it was off. She realized she was frightened.
It must have been later in the morning when she heard David. She heard him come in, and heard a different noise as well - she knew what it must have been immediately, and she was suddenly glad. David opened the bedroom door and she heard him come in, heard him maneuvering something next to the bed. Suddenly his caring face was in her frame of vision, smiling gently.

"How are you feeling, Michelle?" he asked genuinely.
"I'm not." she said softly. "You broke my neck."
"I know, I'm sorry." he said to her, looking away.
"No you're not, David. I see you looking at me now, my body totally useless. This is what you wanted all along; I see it in your eyes."
David wouldn't look at her.
"Make love to me, David. So I can watch it, experience it."
He propped her up gently on the bed, careful of her neck, and spread her legs. Michelle stopped him.
"Come close to me. I want to kiss you." she said in her new, soft voice.
David came close, kissed her on the lips sweetly.
"I want to feel you inside me again, David." she pleaded.
"You can't, Michelle." he said with some hint of desire in his voice. "Never again."
"I can, David. You know how."

David looked down at her crippled body and then got on the bed next to her, kneeling, placing his hard cock at her lips. She began to kiss and lick his cock, and he moved her head for her, gently, guiding her, moaning out loud as she licked and sucked his manhood. He came suddenly, much faster than he did usually, and Michelle tasted the hot cum as it shot into her mouth. She drank him down greedily, and he was on her before the taste even left her lips, his hard cock driving into her pussy as she watched unmoving. Her body now reacted differently to his lovemaking, and he seemed to be fucking her harder to accentuate the way her arms and legs bounced - no, flopped - around the mattress as he drove her. He lifted one of her hands and began sucking her fingers as she watched, and soon he was coming into her as strong as hard as he had ever done. He rolled off of her limp body exhausted and began stroking her hair gently.

"You'll need to care for me completely now, David." Michelle said after a short while.
"I know, Michelle." he said quietly. "I've been waiting for this day. You know that, I know."
"I know, David."
"Are you scared?" he asked her - it was the first time he had ever asked her about her part in all this, how she felt about it.
"As long as you don't leave me, I'll be OK, David." she said, and then added as an afterthought "This isn't the end, is it?"
David's lack of reply was all she needed as confirmation.

David helped her into the very nice power wheelchair he had bought for her. It was a mouth control that Michelle would need to get used to if she was on her own, but David liked to push her when he was with her. David brought her into the bathroom and lifted her gently, being careful with her neck, and sat her in the newly-added shower chair - it was slightly reclined and she could be belted into it. He washed her gently all over, then dried her where she sat. He then moved her into her power chair again and put her diaper on before belting her into the chair. He positioned her legs for her, then placed her arms on her lap, so her fingers rested across her bulky diaper.

He didnt' dress her much for the first month or so - she mostly sat in her power chair in her diaper, sometimes in booties on her deformed feet. David made love to her more gently as her neck healed, and after they were done making love, he would put a plug in her anus. She didn't know what he was doing at first, or why, but he showed her in the mirror how it slid into her anus tightly and her diaper kept it in. He said he didn't want her to get infections or sores from messing in her diaper, so the plug would keep her from going to the toilet until he could help her do it. Each morning, he would remove the plug when she was on her shower chair, and she would mess in the tub and he would clean her up, and then re-insert the plug when she was done. It was embarrassing at first, but then it became a comfort, and she wanted to have mirrors added so that she could always watch what he was doing to her.

The neck brace finally came off, and as Michelle feared, she had very little control of her neck. David re-adjusted the head support of her wheelchair, but she still couldn't turn her head much - maybe a few degrees on either side. Still, as soon as the neck brace came off, she wanted to try.

"David, come closer." she asked him as he was readying her for bed. He was already naked, as he loved making her ready for bed while he was undressed, so her body would rub against him in different ways.

David came close, then closer once he realized what she wanted. "Don't help me." she said quietly, and strained her neck to turn her head enough to kiss his cock. She fumbled for it, his hard manhood just millimeters out of her reach - she stuck out her tongue to touch it, she licked it lightly and he moaned, then moved himself closer, close enough for her to pull his manhood into her mouth. She sucked it and licked it and played with his hard cock like it was the mouth control of her wheelchair. He moaned and his hips started to buck as the pleasure got to him, but she was able to stay with him, keep sucking him. He thrust into her mouth and she gagged, his cock penetrating too deep, and she lost hold of him. He came on her face, on her numb breasts, spilling himself all over her crippled body. She lay there motionless, helpless, tears in her eyes.

David looked at her and understood why she was crying immediately. He made love to her several times that night, kissing her deeply and passionately, over and over again, until they both fell asleep.

Michelle woke groggy, with a very sore throat. David gave her a shot and she fell back to sleep.

It had been about three weeks. Michelle had been in and out of consciousness for the first week, then slowly regained her strength, starting off on liquids, then soft foods. Her throat no longer bothered her much, it was still a little scratchy sometimes, and it felt strange, but she didn't mind. She didn't know how he had done it - and would never be able to ask - but her tongue had been removed at the root. She would be silent, mute the rest of her crippled life. David had started to communicate with her in different ways, asking her to blink her eyes for yes and no, for example. He also had started touching her face a lot more, to add to their communication. He had started another new habit she truly enjoyed - he began reading to her as she sat in her wheelchair. He would usually read classics, like Dickens, but sometimes, before they went to bed, he would read erotic stories to get them both aroused.

Michelle loved to start David off with oral sex now, her mouth gaining strength and talent, and her neck muscles - what was left of them - actually beginning to strengthen, so that she could maneuver better. She could take him into her mouth fully now, swallow him up to his balls and massage his whole shaft with her tongue. She could make him cum into her in minutes now, and she loved having that kind of power over him, especially as powerless as she was in everything else.

One day, after David put her into bed, he pulled out the metal box again. Michelle was surprised, as he had shown no signs of losing interest again. She didn't question, just watched as he placed her left hand into a soft white sock, then into the device and wrenched the lever slowly. She heard her bones break again, could almost see her fingers snapping one by one. David pulled her now-mangled hand out of the box and performed the same ritual on her second hand, placing it in the soft white sock and placing it in the device, slowly pulling the lever, the familiar sound of breaking bones. Again, Michelle's hand was removed deformed, mangled. David, still not saying anything, then bound Michelle's crushed hands in elastic bandage as she had done her feet, ensuring that they would forever be deformed.

It was several days later, as David was feeding Michelle dinner, that he spoke of it. He said seeing her hands sitting there in her lap, looking so perfect, like there was nothing wrong - it didn't look right on the rest of her crippled body. She blinked to him that she understood, and it was the last they spoke of it. Once the bandages finally came off, she understood even more - they looked so crippled, so useless, they were perfect for her. David would play with them more, too - like her feet, he would play with her crippled hands, jerk himself off with them, sometimes even make her play with her own pussy with them, which excited her tremendously to watch. She still loved giving him head, and had begun using a series of blinks and grunts to get his attention and let him know what she wanted. He, in turn, found many new ways of pleasing himself with her crippled body - she was so utterly crippled now he could find all manner of ways to use her, and she loved each one in turn.

Michelle found that each new perversity excited her more and more. He would dress her up as a schoolgirl, or a prostitute, making sure her clothing accentuated her crippled frame. He would pull a large mirror up to the foot of the bed and make her watch as he inserted her anus plug, and then added a plug for her vagina, and he would make her lie there naked as he worked, so all she could see was her plugged bodily orifices. The plug in her vagina got slowly larger as the weeks passed, and Michelle began to feel an excitement again, as she believed she knew what would be coming. Their morning rituals became more perverse as well - David would remove Michelle's anus plug and she would have diarrhea all over the tub, but he wouldn't clean it right away, instead telling her she was a helpless cripple, berating her for not being able to use the toilet like a normal woman. Again, at first when he did this she was confused and shocked, but then she began to enjoy it, even expect it. Their love talk shifted from how lovely she was, how beautiful she was in her wheelchair, to how crippled she was, how she would never walk again, never stand; never feel anything below her neck. David's pet names for her shifted from 'my beloved' and 'darling' to 'crippled whore', and Michelle enjoyed it very much.

David now only made love to her anally or orally, if he penetrated her, loving the way her crippled ass or her tongue felt - but he had so many other ways of pleasuring himself with her crippled body. Her pussy had been widened by the ever-growing plugs he inserted daily, and of course with no working muscles, there was nothing she would ever be able to do about it - she would never be able to please him again that way, at least not in the traditional sense, but she didn't think he would have a problem with that - she believed she new what he had planned for that particular hole anyway.

Michelle grunted to get David's attention, and when he turned to look at her, she blinked that she wanted to please him. David nodded and undressed himself, then lifted Michelle into bed in a half-reclined position. He removed her diaper and her vaginal plug this time, and lifted her left leg and crippled foot, caressing it and kissing the mangled club. He then brought it back on itself, her muscles and ligaments long since torn or atrophied, and begin rubbing her pussy with the club foot. As Michelle had thought, he was able to insert the crippled club foot into her vagina - it was tight, but she watched it slip in a full four inches. Michelle moaned with pleasure as she watched it, instantly aroused seeing how deformed and perverse her body had become. David moved his cock to her lips, and she began to suck him off strongly, playing with his shaft with her talented tongue, feeling him inside her mouth. Michelle wanted him to cum, wanted to drink him in, and she looked up at him with her big, expressive eyes. He had a camera pointing down at her now - something he had done a few times before. She sucked him off, feeling him getting ready to cum, and as he began to moan and buck, as his hot semen shot into her tongueless mouth and throat, she looked up at him to see the expression on his face. He snapped the picture then, but it was different than before, wrong, it burned. She stopped sucking him, he kept coming onto her face, and she blinked several times - the flash had been very strong, very bright, and it made her eyes burn. She kept blinking, and the dots that she was seeing dissipated, but they dissipated into darkness. The last thing Michelle ever saw was her captor and lover succumbing to her ecstasy.

Communication became more challenging; because of her blindness Michelle couldn't see if David was looking at her, so he would usually touch her face when he was watching. She could still blink her responses, but her eyes were now milky white and unseeing. She could no longer see what David was doing to her, but he described it in great detail, which made her aroused just the same. David touched her face often, letting her know he was nearby, that he was with her. He continued to read to her as well, which Michelle loved more than ever now - he could transport her to worlds and times that she could at least see in her mind's eye if not ever in real life. Also, his erotic reading was all regarding her - he would tell her in great detail all of the things he wanted to do to his crippled little sex object. She could still hear what he did to her, the sounds her body made as he had his way with it. She sometimes imagined what he was doing to her just by the sounds. She heard snapping and breaking sounds again every once in a while, and she wished she could see what her body looked like after David broke her like that. She was sure her arms were now deformed to match her hands and legs. David still took her anally almost every night, and he often came on her face, to show her how turned on she still made him. She loved the hot salty taste of him, and she finally was able to communicate to him, after much trial and error, that she wanted to again taste his cum off her feet. She heard him then, knew he was jerking off with her feet, knew he was coming hot and wet all over her crippled feet, but when he brought her foot up to her lips, it was different - it felt much different. She licked and kissed all she could reach - it was round and smooth and soft, not like her crippled feet at all. She blinked and grunted to David and he admitted that, shortly after she went blind, he had amputated both her feet somewhat above the ankle. She sighed and David lay her back down and lay next to her, touching her face and hair, caressing her where she could feel, and probably having his way with all the parts of her she couldn't feel. She smiled and groaned in pleasure, not even knowing if David was doing something to pleasure her, but his returned sigh let her know he was there with her and still enjoying her beautiful, mangled, crippled body.