Quadriplegic Girl Gets Abused

On Friday I had a new physical therapist. I have been a complete quadriplegic for six years now, paralyzed from the shoulders down since I was 26.

Before I broke my neck I chased a lot of dick. Now, even though I'm still super cute, I have to beg guys to let me give them blow jobs while I sat in my power wheelchair and try to feel a tingle up inside my pussy.

I was feeling very horny that morning and my eyes kept going to what looked like a bulge in my new therapists pants.

I was laying flat on my bed and wearing leggings and a tank top and as he stretched my arms he kept making my hands touch my own tits. Then he moved to my legs and began forcing my knees apart. He was rougher than other therapists as he pulled them wider apart. The way he held my thighs apart in his hands felt very sexual.

Then he asked me some questions. At first he just asked what activities I could no longer participate in and I explained that I couldn't use my hands anymore even to feed myself or itch my nose.

"What happens if you try?" He sounded very interested. I blushed.

"Muscle spasms."

He nodded approval. "Show me."

I looked at him. He stared back and let go of my legs, letting them drop on the bed.

I thought about lifting my hand as hard as I could and felt my body begin to tense up. The spasm ran through my paralyzed body, lifting my feet an inch off the bed and shaking them violently, stiffening my arms straight and curling my fingers.

"Very good, good job," he said, though I hadn't even come close to itching my nose.

When my body settled I saw he was shifting in his seat and something in his eyes looked wrong. I suddenly realized I was home alone and completely helpless if this man decided to take advantage of me. His next question threw me off.

"And I assume you wear diapers?"

My face flushed and my legs spasmed more. I nodded without looking at him, humiliated.

"Let's see, he teased.

"No please," I protested, heart pounding.

He tugged my pants off my hips and looked at my bulky diaper.

"There it is!"

"Please..." I started.

"Can you feel your pussy?"

He didn't wait for an answer.

He ripped my diaper unceremoniously on the sides and yanked it off me. I had started crying. My body spasmed in protest as he spit on my pussy, spread it, and shoved fingers inside me.

"Jesus you're tight. Come on girl, get wet. I don't want to tear you." He spit on me more.

"Watch me," he demanded.

"Please," I whimpered, but my body betrayed me, getting wet with his finger strokes. I couldn't feel anything but I knew I was loosening up because I could hear wet noises.

I closed my eyes to pretend I was somewhere else. That's when I got the first slap. His open hand upside my head made my ears ring.

"Watch me," he repeated, dropping his jeans to reveal his erection. He spread my legs again.

"No, please," I begged, terror rising. He rubbed himself on my numb pussy and I spasmed.

He stroked his dick and aimed it. I closed my eyes again but they flew open when he hit me, shoving himself inside me at the same time.

Physically I couldn't feel the violation but I knew I was being raped.

"Please," I cried but he kept pumping me.

"Hush girl, it doesn't hurt, you can't even feel."

I looked down at his rock hard pussy juice coated dick sliding in and out of my wrecked pussy.

He violated me hard, reminding me the whole time that it was OK because I couldn't feel.

I sobbed and spasmed under him, longing to protect myself but my body lay limp for the taking.

He reached down and started taking off my shirt, struggling impatiently with my flopping arms. At last he pulled it off, opened the front clasp of my bra and revealed my heavy, round, paralyzed tits. He started twisting my numb nipples while he pumped me.

I closed my eyes again but he noticed, bringing a hand up around my neck this time. He squeezed easily until I sputtered for breath, then he suddenly groaned and pushed into me so hard he slammed my head into the wall.

My paralyzed body spasmed hard in response as he filled me.

I couldn't feel him release inside me but I knew it happened when he pulled out and some cum was still running down his dick.

He grinned at me. "Some therapy huh?"

I pissed myself then, not knowing I did it until I heard it drip on the floor.

I turned my face to the wall while he wiped me and put a fresh diaper on me, tears of humiliation stinging my eyes.

I knew I was too ashamed to tell anyone what happened and my physical therapist would violate me again and again.