Bath Time for Quad Girl Ch. 02

I had been owned for several months by my caregiver. He had even had my nipples pierced and ass tattooed. He was getting more creative, raping me with whatever he could find during bath time.

My immobile body gave him complete access to every depraved thing he wanted to do to it. I could scream and cry and protest and oh how I did, but it accomplished nothing. Muscle spasms could shake my body in protest but at the same time it convulsed with involuntary pleasure I couldn't feel.

Shut up. You want this. Your body is begging me for it, whore.

He would hold up a big bottle of shampoo and I'd cry and plead. He would just laugh and remind me I couldn't feel it. Then he would work it into me, my pussy stretching wide to accommodate the object. He'd fuck me with it, telling me he was loosening me up. I know you can take more bitch!

My ass took whatever he shoved inside me too. He would rape it relentlessly with a bottle and told me he'd made it a gaping hole. He forced me to suck him off with both my holes stuffed full. I knew it would hurt if I could feel but I'm numb from the neck down.

Sometimes he promised not to rape me if I sucked him off good enough. I gave those exhausting blow jobs my everything, lapping his full nuts like a dog, lodging his dick in my throat for long minutes. Sometimes he came, but more often he wanted to finish inside me.

Please don't, I always begged, and he loved hearing my protests while preying on my helpless body. After cumming in me he would force my paralyzed legs bent and shove them up to my chest, pushing my knees into my face. He wanted to make sure no cum dripped back out.

I had to get a Plan B pill several times a week.

When he got me pregnant he had been fucking me with my body flung over my power wheelchair after my bath.

My face was sideways on my wheelchair seat and I could see him in the mirror mounting my slumped body. When my body started rocking I knew my rape had started. I saw him slapping my ass and thighs and heard his nuts slapping my wet ass cheeks rhythmically. They sounded full.

My body kept sliding because I was slippery wet dead weight for him. Annoyed, he pulled me to the floor and twisted my body into an awkward position. I couldn't see with my wet hair in my face. I knew I was having a lot of body spasms. I heard him slapping my body hard and I started crying.

Louder baby louder, he groaned, excited, pumping my body faster.

My anger and shame were building and I was sobbing now but then I felt something. A slow, sweet throbbing ache deep up inside my cervix. Oh God I was so turned on. My numb pussy was getting slick and creamy for him, I knew.

I cried hard for him and he grunted and gripped my hips and pumped my limp body harder. His body was slamming into mine so hard you could hear it above my screams. My body then convulsed so hard my legs squeezed themselves together and wouldn't let him back in. He flipped me onto my back and began prying my thighs apart with both hands.

He spread them with his knees and spit down on me several times before shoving into my numb hole again. He held my legs apart while he rode my pussy telling me he knew what I wanted and knew I loved it even as I sobbed.

When he came he shot the thick load straight into me before pulling out slow and pushing my knees up to my chest for awhile so I could keep it in.

No plan b this time, he laughed. Tears streamed down my face but I could still feel the ache in my cervix.

When the pregnancy started to show he became more gentle with me but still raped me regularly and impatiently sucked my tits raw waiting for my milk to come in. My nipple rings were still in and he sucked mercilessly making me quiver with spasms.

I was too ashamed of myself to have other caregivers take care of me so now I was completely at his mercy every day.

During my pregnancy he rarely dressed me, leaving my pierced, heavy tits bare while I sat in my wheelchair, my big tummy swelling over my embarrassing diaper. If he looked over at me he had better see my mouth wide open and ready.

Tears of humiliation stung my eyes but I kept that mouth wide open. He liked to make me lean my chair back and force himself down my throat then. I was in an upside down position so his nuts would be all over my face. Sometimes he put his hand around my neck to feel his dick bulging inside.

Sometimes he plugged my nose. The harder I fought for breath when he assaulted my mouth the more I ached for his abuse.

He always told me to try to stop him and then he would lift a limp arm, drop it and laugh. Defend yourself, he grunted while pumping away at my ass, pulling out and spraying cum all over my big belly and tits. He enjoyed going back and forth between my ass and pussy telling me I was dirty and nasty while I begged him not to.

He loved when I fussed and whined about it being my body and I should have a say in what happens to it even though I couldn't move it or feel it. He pretended to listen thoughtfully while shoving his dick deep into my pussy while it dripped with my ass juice.

I was defenseless. My rag doll body was owned. And now it was bred.