The Orient By ParaGirl

John had been saving up for this trip for over two years, and he was

finally on his way! As the 737 lifted off the tarmac from Los Angeles,

headed West, into the setting sun, John dreamed of what he would find

there, in Singapore. He had heard the stories, mystical temples,

incredible open air markets, where anything anything could be found,

anything could be purchased- for the right price.

John was not a bad person, he was a professional, college educated,

had a large group of friends, was very well-read and well thought of, but

all that would change if anyone knew about this trip, about his private

little ‘vacation’. He had told everyone where he was going, of course-

there’s nothing wrong with Singapore as a vacation destination, with it’s

rich culture and beautiful landscape. John had plans other than

sightseeing, though, plans which most people he knew would not

understand.

Ever since he was a child, John had been fascinated with

handicapped women. Women on crutches and in wheelchairs were his

favorite, but he was fascinated by all manner of disabilities, and that was

what he was going to Singapore in search of. He had heard, from

various places, of the girls of Singapore, many very beutiful women who

walked the markets and the clubs, selling themselves. He had heard

other rumors, other whispers, talk of women who catered to ‘special

tastes’ such as his own, and even worse, even more depravity than he

could comprehend, if he chose to look for it. He would not, under

normal circumstances, ever dream of hiring a prostitute, his normal self

would never dream of it, but these were not normal circumstances- this

was Singapore.

Upon arrival in Singapore John took his carry on bag and his

phrasebook- he already had several phrases memorized, and he was

working on others. Even though this was Singapore, he knew he had to

be careful, to be subtle, to find the ‘special ladies’ he sought after. He

gathered the rest of his luggage and passed through customs. When

they asked if hos trip was for buisness or pleasure, he almost laughed

outloud! He then took a cab to his hotel, a large well-appointed

building not far from the main market. The scenery and architecture

were breathtaking, but his mind was sent spinning elsewhere as they

passed by a small girl, no older than twelve probably, begging on the

street. Her legs were thin and totally crippled, and she appeared to have

no feet at all. She sat there, with a woven leave bowl in front of her, not

saying a word, just sitting there. Johns’ heart was beating like a

machine gun. He would not indulge in such a thing, but the girl got

him excited just the same, for all he would be able to do soon.

He checked into his hotel room, actually a bungalow off from the

main hotel building. IT was a fairly nice room, not huge, but the bed

was clean and it had a bathtub and shower, and most importantly, it had

a fairly private entrance, something he needed if he were to do this

thing. He had a drink from the honor bar, a vile local beer, and put his

things away into the drawers, his camera in the safe. He took out his

condoms, two large boxes of high-quality latex, something he wasn’t

sure he could find here locally. He put one box, open, in the drawer by

the bed, and drew a few out of the box to keep with him when he went

out. The other box went into another drawer, as a backup. It was

probably overkill for the week he would be there, but John was always

better safe than sorry. He took another swig on his ber and threw the

rest out, double checked the room, and went out hunting.

The marketplace was huge, a mixture of bright colors and people

and smells, and always the rhythmic chanting of the sellers, advertising

their wares to passers-by. John was in a daze, it was almost sensory

overload to walk down the crowded ways in between the cloth stands

and racks. His first goal was just to get an overall idea of the layout of

the place, to see if any one area held more promise than others. There

were several areas he went through where beautiful young women were

on display, for pleasure or for domestic use, but John knew his goal

would not be displayed out in the open, he would have to look

elsewhere, in between the places where the other patrons shopped.

It was after nightfall when he came upon Singh Ho. He was a native

of the place, and knew a bit of broken english. He approached John,

asking if he was looking for a woman, saying he had many fine women

in his employ. John said he was interested, but in a certain type of

woman, a ‘special’ woman. Singh Ho said he did not have any women

but the natural beauties of Singapore, and some of great China, but he

knew a man who might be able to help, if John was willing to pay for

the information.

An American twenty-dollar bill was accepted like gold, and John

found himself directed to a low building with a heavy wooden door.

After speaking the entry phrase Singh Ho had instructed him to, he was

granted admittance to a small room which smelled of stale air and

Opium. There were several men seated on low rattan furniture, and all

turned to stare at John as he entered. His heart was again pounding, but

this time with fear, feeling he might have made a mistake in coming

here. He made to leave when he herad a voice behind him, with a heavy

English Accent.

“Did Singh Ho send you, chap?”

John turned to see a portly older gentelman in a white suit, fanning

himself with an oriental fan. He nodded an affirmative to the man’s

query.

“You are after a special girl, then? Do you have money?”

Again, John could only nod at the man, making to pull his wallet out.

“No, not here! Come, follow me.”

“Thank you, sir. My name is-”

“Unimportant, and I do not wish to know it.” the man spoke hastily,

pushing his way behind a musty canvas curtain, into a darker back room.

John reluctantly followed.

“Now, my good american fellow, how can I help you? You are

looking for a particular type of girl- what do you want? Young, ten,

twelve years old? Two together, twins maybe? Lactataing? Pregnant?

Something more exotic even? We are alone here, you can tell me, and it

will never leave here. It is my reputation which is even more important

than you own here.”

“Thank you. I am looking for- “ Now that he was here, with his

lifes’ fantasy so close, John almost couldn’t get it out. “I’m looking for

a disabled girl, crippled.” He was lightheaded as the words left his

mouth, he felt himself flush, felt his face tingle.

“I see. It is an unusual request, what you ask, but one I have heard

before. You will pay me one hundred dollars american now. You will

come with me, I will show you what girls I have like this, and you will

choose who you want, pay me for her. If I do not have girl you want, I

keep the one hundred, and I try to find girl you want. Many crippled

girls here in Singapore, you will find a girl you like.

John was shaking as he followed the large man back through the

building, the flickering orange light from the outside casting a sallow

glow on the rooms he passed through. The had been a warehouse, John

thought. There were still little piles of discarded papers and toppled-

over file cabinets he could see in the darkness. He saw a small

movement and couldn’t decided if it was shadow or a rat, or something

worse. The pair came to the back of the building and emerged through

another heavy door into a dirty alley somewhere away from the

marketplace. John could hear the singing and chanting, muted and far

away as he followed the man out of the alley, across a damp street, and

up to another building. He knocked twice at the door and said

something John couldn’t make out. He heard a bolt slide back and the

door swung open. Compared to the dimness of the last building, this

place was lit like daylight. Bright colors and heavy inscense assailed

John as he entered, at first focusing on a painting of what looked like a

rice patty. As he adjusted, continuing to follow the white-suited man,

he noticed the women, beautiful asian women, lounging on cushions and

silks and expensive rugs. None were disabled, but John guessed that

these were some of the other ‘Special’ women available here. As he

followed the large man through yet another curtain, he wondered what

the specailties of these women were. He doubted he would ever choose

to find out.

The room John entered now was like a cross between a hospital

ward and a Sultan’s harem. Wheelchairs and crutches along side furs

and silks and cushions. His head swam as he looked around, noticing

each woman in turn. A young woman in a wheelchair, with two stumps

ending her legs mig-thigh. A young girl of about fourteen on the floor,

her crippled legs looking like twisted sticks before her, her feet two

malformed clubs, but she wore an elegant silken teddy which bared her

pert young breasts. Another girl, scrabbling on all fours to get a better

look at John, had no arms or legs, just withered stumps coming off her

shoulders and hips. She looked up at John and smiled a beautiful smile

which made him shudder. There were maybe a dozen or so girls here,

with all manner of infirmities. The white-suited man motioned John to

sit in a plush chair with a view of the room. He sat and the man clapped

twice. A girl with dyed blonde hair wheeled up before John. She sat in

an old wheelchair, her legs thin and obviously useless. She had bare feet

which turned in, toes curled and palsied. She wore short denim shorts

which showed her legs completely, and a thin silk shirt, so John could

see her small nipples through the wispy fabric. She turned in her

wheelchair, so he could see her completely, then wheeled away. The

young girl with no arms or legs came next, sitting there before him,

stroking her long black hair with her stumps. She again smiled at him,

and dragged herself away. Next came an older girl, maybe nineteen or

twenty. She was on crutches, and her legs were cased in heavy braces.

She crutched up before him clumsily and lifted her white linen skirt,

showing where the heavy metal braces climbed up her thighs and met a

metal and leather corset around her torso. Her legs were not as thin as

the first girl, but John could tell they were very bowed and he could see

where the braces and straps dug into her limp flesh over the years. The

shoes she wore were small, laced tightly onto her feet, and she wore silk

stockings which were torn in a few small places. She had a firm chest

and he could see her wiry shoulders straining on the crutches through

her thin dress. She crutched away slowly, glancing at him one more

time as she left.

John was extremely excited now, seeing these crippled girls parade

before him. Nexy came a girl with no legs at all, and almost no stumps

that John could see. She wore a type of linen wrap around her lower

body, and a bra and see through top, and she was in another old

wheelchair. As she wheeled up to him, she lifted part of the wrap

around her stumps, showing an enticing mound of flesh, completely

without scar or blemish. She had shorter black hair, and thin features,

with smallish breasts that the bra held back just enough. She ran her

tongue over her lips as she looked at John, then wheeled away. She was

followed by the most amazing woman John had ever seen. He knew

immidiately he would be spending whatever the englishman asked for

this beauty. She might have been eighteen, maybe a little less. She was

not in a wheelchair, but her legs were totally crippled, only about half

the length they should have been. Her feet were curled little clubs, he

didn’t even think she had properly formed toes. Her knees were flexed

slightly and very knobby, and her hips jutted out somewhat. She had

haunting deep green eyes that John couldn’t keep from staring into, and

long black asian hair. Her skin was actually a light, cocoa color, very

exotic, and her hair had a hibiscus in it, behind her ear. She wore nude

stockings on her crippled legs, and a very small skirt, like alot of the

other, normal prostitutes had worn outside. Her shirt was small and

showed off her small chest, covering to just above her navel. Not

having a wheelchair, she crawled over before him, her legs dragging

along the floor as she pushed herself towards him. She positioned

herself before him and swiveled on her bottom, her legs dragging until

she stopped, looking right at him. First, she lifted one thin, crippled leg,

brought it up to her mouth, and kissed the club that was her foot. As

she did it, John could tell she wore no panties. She brought the other

leg before her and layed it in front of herself, so both crippled, shortened

legs were before him for his approval. Johns’ pulse raced as she draged

herself away from him, watching the next girl crutch over to him. She

had one short, withered leg, and what looked like a malformed hand

holding one of the crutch-handles. John knew he had seen enough and

motioned for the Englishman.

“The last one, the one who crawled.” He spoke with a decisive air he

hadn’t heard in himself in a long time.

“Chin So. An excellent choice, sir. Her price is fifty dollars

American, payed in advance.”

John handed the man the money. “And how do I-?” He asked the

man.

“Communicate with her? That is up to you, but she is a fast learner,

you could say. As for getting her to your room...” He motioned to

another girl, in a wheelchair. She had one crippled leg, and a long

stump for the other leg. She wheeled over to where the men stood and

parked the chair. She lifted herself out of it, dropping roughly to the

floor and crawling away, leaving the chair open. The man spoke a few

words to Chin So and nodded to John. He walked to where she sat on

the floor and lifted her in his arms. She was so light, her legs felt not

soft, but all bone, as if they had no muscle tissue at all in them. He sat

her gently into the now vacant wheelchair and arranged her legs for her.

He had never been so excited, ever!! He had never been so close to so

perfectly crippled a woman in his life, and he could barely contain

himself. The large man gave the girl instructions in her native tongue,

then told John that she would be his until the next sunset, at which time

she would leave him and make her own way home. He must not try to

help or follow her, for this was the way it was done here.

John was back on the street, the frsh air clearing his head of the

whirlwind that had taken it in the building. He pushed the crippled girl,

Chin So, before him, back the mile or so to his room. She said nothing,

but reached her hand back and stroked his hand as it rested on the

wheelchair push handle. He wished he could ask her how her legs

became this way, although they were obviously congenital, he wanted to

talk to her, say nice things to her, but it was she who spoke first.

“You like Chin So?” She spoke in very broken englissh. He nodded

to her strongly as she looked back at him.

“Yes, I like Chin So.” He said, slowly in case she could understand.

“Chin So cripple, you like cripple.” She attempted to query. It took

John a moment to translate the phrase into what it actually meant.

Again he nodded strongly to the afirmative. He suddenly felt almost

ashamed at admitting this to the woman who sat, crippled, before him.

She patted his hand again and lifted one nylon clad leg, crossing it over

the other. where her knees were didn’t even make it to the edge of the

wheelchair, so her legs were almost straight out before her, and every

little bump John rolled the wheelchair over made her odd little feet

wiggle and bounce in the chair. The pair did not speak, and thankfully it

didn’t seem that anyone took notice of the odd couple. They made it to

John’s bungalow without incident.

As soon as the entered the room, Chin So stopped the wheelchair

and dropped out of it. John looked at her curiously, to which she

replied “Chin So not like wheel.” which John assumed meant she didn’t

like the wheelchair, and was only in it for the trip over to the room. He

watched her crawl, dragging her legs until she got to the bed, at which

point John stepped in and helped her into it. She sat on the edge of the

bed, her crippled legs hanging limply off the edge, and smiled at John,

and began rubbing his crotch through his pants. He responded

immidiately, and Chin So smiled and unzipped his pants for him. She

slid his pants down his legs as he stripped out of his sweat-soaked shirt.

He pulled in a sharp breath as she touched his penis with her slnder

hand, then her tongue. As he watched her, she lifted one crippled foot

and brushed his member with it. She smiled, his penis in her one hand,

her crippled club foot in her other hand, and she was rubbing them

toghether. She looked up at him again and went down on him, licking

his engorged cock and sucking him, rubbing his balls with her crippled,

nylon clad foot. He moaned loudly and came into her mouth, and she

swallowed it all down. She gave him a moment and patted the bed

beside her, and he sat heavily onto the bed and lay back. He watched

her position herself, lifting her legs and turning, so she was right beside

him. She first slipped off her light shirt, and like the other girls she wore

no bra. Her light cocoa breasts had slightly darker aereolas with hard

chocolate nipples. She rubbed her breasts and then turned over on her

stomach. He watched her untie the clasp of her skirt and push it down

her hips, then drag herself up on the bed, pulling her legs through the

cloth. She turned herself back over, but her legs didnt follow through,

so they were twisted together in an unnatural way that John loved. He

lifted one leg and helped to straighten them for her. He loved every

touch of her legs, and her feet were so amazing to him. They had no

real formed toes, just some small vestigal digits, they were both small

little clubs of crippled flesh and bone that excited him very much. He

began to touch them, and rub them for Chin So, who smiled and let him

do it. He rubbed and caressed those crippled feet for several long

minutes while she watched and played lightly with her breasts, then his

nipples and penis again. She motioned to the stockings, asking if he

would prefer them on or off. He decided he would like to feel her skin

first hand, so he slipped each stocking off slowly, enjoying every inch.

With the stockings off, her legs were totally smooth and hairless, limp

and crippled. Totally on impulse, he lifted one of her feet to his lips and

kissed it lightly.

It sent a shiver through him totally, and Chin So lifted her other foot

and began to rub her nipple with it, then moved it over to him, rubbing

his cheek and nipple with it. She had already caught on to what

attracted him to her, and she was playing it up. She brought the foot to

her own mouth, licking and then sucking one of the short malformed

digits, then brought the foot down, to her shaved vagina, rubbing it

along her genitals and making a moaning sould. With her other hand,

she grabbed John’s mamber and began to pump it, maturbating him and

herself as he watched. As she moaned and played with herself, he

realized he didn’t even know if she had feeling in her lower body, but it

now seemed she might have some feeling after all. He replaced the

hand on her foot with his own, rubbing her crippled foot against her.

She layed back and, with both hands, lifted her other leg and layed it

out, spread, inviting John to take his ultimate pleasure.

John thought about it for only a moment before he lifted Chin So

again, placing her and her crippled legs on his legs. He leaned over and

pulled a condom from the drawer, which she took quickly and opened,

smoothing it on his hard member expertly. She scooted up to his lap,

and he helped her get onto his cock, sliding it into her. It felt so

incredible!! He then took both her legs, which straddled his pelvis, and

pulled them up onto his chest, so he could see and appreciate her

wonderful feet. He lifted her himself, as she could not, and slid her up

and down on his penis, harder and faster. She held on to her feet,

rubbing his chest with them, and he licked them as he fucked her. After

a few minutes, he rolled over, and her legs were pinned between them

both, a situation Chin So did not seem to mind at all. He grabbed both

legs and held them out and he entered her again and again, until again he

came, an orgasm like he had never experienced in all of his life!

He rolled over from atop of the crippled girl and she immidiately

removed the condom for him. She tossed it into the bedside trashcan

and bagan to rub and caress his balls. The effect was amazingly

pleasureable, and soon she was caressing him all over, with her hands

and with her feet. It turned into a strange sort of massage, and Chin So

had him roll over onto his stomach. He did, and felt her climb onto his

back. She began to massage his back, his shoulders, his buttocks, he

could feel her crawling over his back, could feel her feet as she dragged

them. He was getting excited again, but tired as well, and soon drifted

off to sleep with this beautiful crippled girl masagging him a lullabye...