Editor's Note: this story contains humiliation of a differently abled (and consenting) woman.
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My physical therapist had been abusing me for several months. He never acknowledged this. He insisted that it was my physical therapy and he was simply helping me. And while it was true that he did not hurt me, like he reminded me every time, he hurt my pride every time he took what he wanted without my consent.
Since I am paralyzed completely from the shoulders and literally couldn't move a finger to stop him.
He wasn't nice, teasing me relentlessly about my crippled body, and about my life. He took my body out of my bed to fuck me in my wheelchair even though that was much more uncomfortable for me reminding me again that I couldn't feel, so what was I talking about? He abused my body pinching and slapping my thighs and tits, biting and sucking just enough not to be detected by the caregivers that washed and dressed my body.
He brutally assaulted my mouth, climbing up on my wheelchair and grabbing two handfuls of my long hair.
He made up games for me, blindfolded me and made me guess which parts of my body he was touching. It was like a slap in the face because it reminded me of the appointment with the doctor after I became paralyzed. He also made me guess if he was in my ass or pussy and if I got it wrong he made me clean it. His games were exhausting and I often had to reschedule caregivers to accommodate the physical therapy hours.
Today he had a new game for me and told me that each time I felt my body move because he had thrust into me I had to yell out a word related to my disability. He explained to me how words like cripple and handicapped and wheelchair were all acceptable. My face burned but I had learned to go with whatever he said.
As soon as he came inside he started taking off his clothes and telling me about the game. He was only semi hard so he took one of my crippled hands and pried the fingers open and wrapped it around himself and started stroking.
When he was hard he got up on my bed and opened up my legs. He didn't bother tearing my diaper, just pulled it to the side and eased his dick in dry, hissing. He pushed to the back searching for moisture and the movement rocked my body forward a little. That was my cue.
Face burning, I mumbled "cripple". I knew he liked that one because he used it a lot. He drove in again. It went in easier this time and I knew that was because I was getting wet.
"Quadriplegic" I said. He went faster. "Paralyzed" "numb" "wheelchair bound". It was hard to keep up but when I hesitated he slapped me upside the head.
"Disabled!"
"Louder," he grunted, pumping me. I looked down to see his dick pulling out then disappearing into my numb hole again.
"Handicapped!" Oh I hated that one.
I was running out. "Hoyer lift!" "Diapers!"
"Can you walk?"
