The Orient- Part 3 By ParaGirl John opened the bungalow door and squinted into the humid Singapore day. This was his third day in the magical orient, and he still couldn’t believe it. He decided to do some sightseeing to keep his mind off of the night ahead, to keep from thinking of that smoky room, those women. He knew he was looking for someone very specific that evening, and he also knew he would find her- it was the way things worked here. John had lunch at a small local tavern, drinking bad Singapore beer and eating an incredibly delicious sandwich made with a meat he didn’t care to identify. He sat in the window of the tavern and watched a girl, maybe twelve years old. She had no legs at all, it appeared, and she struggled, dragging herself to whatever location she was headed to. John realized he was not aroused by the display, but intrigued, wondering what her story was, what she was doing there. She finally made it around a corner and was lost to him, but he would not forget her, of that he was sure. He would remember each and every girl he met there for a very long time. In the heat of the afternoon, John went for a lazy swim in the hotel pool. The water was warmer than he would have liked, but then again everything in Singapore was warmer than he was accustomed to. He left the pool before dinner time and showered, rinsing the strong chlorine off of him and rinsing his shorts. He dressed for the evening, checking his room and locking the door behind him. He stopped at the hotel restaurant and had a full dinner, forcing the excitement of the upcoming evening down, making himself eat slowly and savor the delicious foods before him. Dark had just fallen when John reached the heavy wooden door that would lead him to his goal. He again knocked, and the door was opened for him. The Englishman sat there in a dark wooden chair, his white hat hanging off the back. Before John could speak, the Englishman rose and addressed him. “I am glad to see you are back once again. The girls speak well of you again, a fact you of course realize. Tonight is the third night you come to me, and by the look on your face, you are here for a specific girl, but a girl you have not yet seen.” “Yes” John could barely stammer. “That’s right.” “Then please, Mister American, come with me, she is waiting.” Again John followed the Englishman to the house where the room was. In his minds eye, he could see the women there, lounging on their silks and pillows, tending to one another in ways only they could understand. They entered the house, passing by the women in the outer room, and through the doorway, into the back, into ‘his’ room. It was just as he remembered it, of course, but it was different as well. The girls there looked at him differently, he thought. He saw many girls he had not seen before, and he wondered to himself where they all came from, and how many this Englishman had working for him. There were more wheelchair-bound girls there, he thought. He sat in his chair and with a clap from the Englishman the parade began. First came a young girl in a wheelchair. Her legs were thin, obviously paralyzed, and she wore nothing on them, preferring to show them as they were. She seductively lifted one over the other, crossing them, and John could tell she wore no panties at all. He suddenly realized he was more aroused then he had ever been in his life, not because of the crippled girl before him, but because of the room itself. He could feel the erotic and sensual vibrations as though they were warm water showering over him. The girl in the wheelchair wheeled herself away and was replaced by another new girl, this one also in a wheelchair, her legs amputated apparently between knee and crotch. She had large breasts, especially for an oriental woman, and she also had beautiful long hair. She ‘stood’ in her chair, on her stumps, and writhed seductively for him. She sat back down and wheeled herself away. Next came a girl, maybe seventeen, who was missing one arm right at the elbow joint, and didn’t have any fingers on her other arm. She danced seductively for him, a beautiful girl from any angle, and she brushed her black hair away from her face with her short stump in a practiced motion. Before she left, she stood on one leg, twisting her other leg up to her blouse and adeptly unbuttoning it with her toes, revealing her bare breasts. It was an impressive display indeed, and John considered her for a moment longer than the other girls before she walked away. The next girl was also in a wheelchair, her wasted legs hanging off the edge of the chair limply. She wore stockings and a small skirt with a light top. She rubbed her legs seductively for him and wheeled away into the background with the others. Next came an interesting girl he had not seen before. She wore full leg braces on both legs, and a tall lift on one of them, about nine inches. The leg with the lift was withered and very thin, the longer leg not as bad. She walked laboriously on crutches, using a swing-through gait, pulling her legs along in the heavy metal braces. She stood before him smiling, propped up on her wooden underarm crutches, and rubbed one breast. With her precarious balance on such crippled legs, John wondered if she could do much more than that anyway. She again smiled to him and winked before crutching away slowly. The familiar sound of crutches again met Johns’ ears, and a girl he had seen the night before appeared. She was one of the younger girls, a fact that made John feel very uneasy. She crutched up before him, her one leg clad in a silk stocking, and her short stump also clad in silk. She wore no skirt tonight, but wore only black panties, to better show her stump. She wiggled her stump provocatively for him before crutching away. The spot before him was vacant for a moment longer than what was normal, with no girl moving up to fill it, when John saw her. He somehow knew that this was the girl he would bring home tonight. She was in a wheelchair, with shoulder-length black hair, a tropical flower behind one ear. Her face was porcelain, a small smile on her lips. She was small, very petite, but not young like some of the others. She may have been twenty, maybe even older, John couldn’t really tell. Her arms were thin and small, not from disease or malady, but because that was how she was built. Her thin legs were encased in metal braces and had the look of legs that had been paralyzed for years, and her small feet were encased in small black shoes and adorned with pink socks. She was dressed in a skirt and blouse, like many of the other girls, but wasn’t as overtly sexual as the others. John realized that in addition to the legbraces, she wore some sort of corset or brace that seemed to come up to just under her breasts. She wheeled up before him slowly, stopping the chair and smiling at him, then saying, in fairly clear English, simply ‘Hello’. John said hello back and nodded to the Englishman. The parade was stopped and he made his payment, eager to take the girl home. After the transaction was made, the girl wheeled up to John and spoke. “I am pleased that you have chosen me, I am Lin, and I shall try my best to please you. Would you prefer me as I am, or would you prefer me to use crutches?” John replied that he would like her to stay in her wheelchair, but asked if she could take her crutches. She nodded yes, and the young one-legged girl crutched up to her wheelchair and handed her underarm crutches to Lin. She then hopped a short distance away and sat down in a vacant wheelchair, wheeling herself to the other side of the room. Lin held the crutches in her lap and John pushed her out into the warm Singapore evening. “You speak excellent English, Lin.” John said as he pushed the crippled girl to his bungalow. “Thank you for saying so, I went to school to learn your language, and many other things.” “And why did you stop going to school?” John asked, curious. “When I had my, what is the word, paralysis, yes- when I had my paralysis, from a bad fall, my family no longer allowed me to learn at school. That was when I was fourteen years old.” “How high is your paralysis, how bad was your accident?” “I fell badly, and I was paralyzed completely from here down to my feet.” She said, indicating her breasts, or a line just below them. She was a severe para indeed. “I’m very sorry to hear that, Lin. And that is how you came to-“ “Yes. We are treated very well, because we are all considered very special women. It is one of the only places here in Singapore where we are not treated as poorly or crippled. We eat very well, are taken care of very well, and have become a kind of family.” John pushed Lin the rest of the way to the bungalow in silence, and she stroked his hand as they traveled. She was so warm and soft, and John stared at her legs, the heavy braces wiggling a little in the legrests of the wheelchair as he rolled it over small bumps. They reached the bungalow without event and John opened the door. He took the crutches from Lin and she wheeled herself into the room. John turned on the light. “What would please you?” Lin asked. “I would like to see you walk, with the crutches.” And he placed the crutches next to her wheelchair. Without a word, Lin lifted one braced leg, placing it on the floor, then lifted the other leg and placed it down as well. She lifted the first leg and straightened it, locking the knee. She did the same again to the other leg, so that both her thin, crippled legs were locked straight out. She then locked the wheelchair in place and grabbed both crutches. She angled them out on either side of her wheelchair for support and struggled to try and stand. John saw the muscles of her small arms and shoulders strain as she tried to lift her small frame to a standing position. She took a moment’s break and John offered to help her. She smiled that amazing smile and accepted his assistance. John got in front of her wheelchair and, holding her from under her shoulders, lifted her easily to a standing position. It was only then that John realized how petite she really was, fully a foot shorter than his 5’8” frame! John made sure both of her hip joints locked securely, and Lin took the crutches and steadied herself. John stood back and watched as she lifted her crippled legs and swung them through the support of the crutches. Her heels came down with a light thud as she crutched along for him, back and forth several times in the small bungalow. “Now,” John said, “Come here, to the bed.” Lin crutched over to where John was standing. As she stood there, he unfastened her skirt, sliding it down to her ankles. She wore silk panties under it, and John could now see how wasted and crippled her legs were. He then brushed her hair aside and began to unbutton her blouse. She did not protest, and when John wanted to slide it off, she took one arm at a time off it’s crutch, so he could slide her small arms out of the shirt. She stood there before him, wearing only her braces. Her back support was leather and metal, with four straps holding tight in the back. She wore no bra, and the brace came up to right under her breasts, with an open area around her stomach where he could see her bare skin. Her leg braces connected at the hips with large joints and locks, and her leg braces were also leather and metal, and her upper thigh straps covered the length of her thighs and laced up the front. She had intricate knee supports with buckles and straps, and she also had a shin strap on one leg. Her shoes were black and small and laced up to her ankles, and her small pink socks poked out from above the shoes. John caressed a naked nipple lightly and Lin made a small moaning sound from between her lips. “Now, walk for me again.” John asked her, and she once again steadied herself with a wooden crutch under each arm and began to walk for him. John watched Lin walk across the room, each step having to lift her braced frame up a few inches, swinging through to put them down again, balancing as she moved her crutches a few inches forward to take another step. John was mesmerized by watching her crutch along, struggling with every step she took. “Come back here, Lin, back over to the bed.” John said, and Lin crutched not to the bed, but directly up to him. He stood there as she leaned awkwardly on one crutch and used her other hand to feel his crotch. He was already aroused greatly, but that touch made him even more excited. She smiled and began to undress him, slowly, first unbuttoning his shirt, which he slipped out of easily, then undoing his belt and the button on his shorts. He kicked out of his shoes and the shorts, and Lin slid him out of his underwear. She caressed his hard member and he was again lightheaded. John helped her down gently onto the bed, without unlocking any of her braces, so she lay there braced straight out from her breasts down. He then began to caress her breasts and shoulders as her small hands explored him all over. He slid one hand down, to her stomach, then to her hips, caressing her, feeling how soft and flaccid her condition had left her. She ran a talented fingernail down his chest, licking one ear when he brought it close enough for her to reach. He was caressing her legs, at least what he could feel through the braces, feeling the limp, soft flesh poking out between the hard metal and leather. “I would like to finish undressing you, Lin.” He spoke as he stroked her breast. “I’ll need to roll you over to do that, OK?” She nodded and he placed his arms under her shoulders and hips, slowly rolling her onto her stomach. Her soft bottom was there, fully exposed by the cut of her silk panties. “How do you usually get in and out of your braces, Lin?” John asked with interest. “We all help one another, all the girls. I usually have two girls help me into my braces every evening, if I wish to work.” “So you can choose not to work?” John asked. “Of course, it is my choice to be with you tonight, as much as it is your choice to be with me. If I do not want to be with a man, I do not have to be. We special girls make enough money that we do not have to work many times every night like the normal girls. They may only make ten or twelve dollars American for each man they are with.” John thought of the hundreds he had spent on only four women, and immediately saw why these women, in a society where all doors were closed to them, had chosen such a profession. “Lin, are any of the girls there, well, are they there for voluntary reasons?” “I’m sorry, I do not understand what you are meaning?” “What I mean is, did any of the girls, maybe, hurt themselves to be ‘special’?” Lin craned her head around to the side to see John better. “Oh, I understand what you mean now. Yes, some of the girls are hurt because they wanted to be special girls. Sue Mae, the girl on one leg who gave me the crutches as we left, she is such a girl. It does happen, sometimes, but we do not speak of it there.” John nodded and felt he understood a great deal more about the women and the Englishman now than he had three days before. “OK, Lin, let’s get you out of these braces, OK?” Lin nodded into the mattress and John sat on the bed right beside her. John first ran his hands all up and down the braces that she wore, then started at the straps on the corset. He unbuckled the four leather straps and was able to remove rear of the brace, exposing her entire back. “Let me know when it is off, John.” Lin asked him, jaring him into remembering that she had no feeling over most of the area the brace covered. “It is off, Lin, I just got it. I’ll turn you over now to get your legs.” John again rolled Lin’s petite frame over onto her back. She was more flexible now, due to the loss of support from the brace. He lay her on her back and put a pillow under her head. She smiled at that and again raised an arm to caress him. He rubbed her breasts again and then went to work on her leg braces. He first unlaced the leather encasing her thighs, then unbuckled the buckles holding her knees in. Next came the shin straps, which were really just small straps with buckles, and finally he untied her shoes. He carefully withdrew one slender, delicate foot from it’s shoe, straightening her small pink sock. He lay the leg carefully on the bed, out of the mechanics of the brace, then slid the other small foot out of it’s shoe, again setting it down gently outside of the brace. Lin was now out of her braces, but still laying on top of them. John retrieved her wheelchair and placed it near the bed, locking it’s wheels. He lifted her gently- she weighed so little, it seemed the braces were almost half her body weight- and placed her into the wheelchair, positioning her thin legs. He moved the heavy braces away from the bed and onto the floor in the corner of the bungalow, where they wouldn’t be in the way, and put Lin’s crutches with them. As he turned around, Lin had wheeled right up to him, and she reached for his cock as he turned. She began rubbing and pumping it with her small hands, paralyzing John with the pleasure of it all. “I want to make you feel good.” Was all Lin said, and then kissed the head of his cock. He watched her tongue flick out and lick his shaft, one of her hands still pumping it and her other hand now under his balls, massaging them. John leaned against the wall for support, watching Lin caress and lick his shaft. It was like electricity, the pleasure was intense! He looked down at her crippled body, he could still plainly see the indentations in the skin where her braces had been. He just stood there as Lin took him into her mouth, licking him and sucking and fondling his cock. He heard her moan with obvious pleasure and he moaned in turn, the feelings she was generating growing in pleasure and intensity. Finally he could take it no longer and with a great shudder and moan, he came explosively into Lin’s mouth. She drank it in, continuing to pump him until he was spent and near to collapse. It was the most incredible thing he had ever felt, he was lightheaded and weak in the knees. Lin smiled up at him and wheeled back across the bungalow, to the bed, and stopped her wheelchair, looking at John with anticipation. It took him a second to regain his composure enough to realize she wanted to get on the bed, and needed his help to do so. John, still a little shaky from the previous experience, walked over to Lin and again lifted her gently out of her wheelchair, setting her onto the bed and positioning her legs for her. And Oh her legs! John had never felt more perfect legs on a woman. As he let Lin down, John continued to caress and rub her legs, feeling how soft and limp they were. There was no muscle to speak of, just soft, flaccid tissue, and it was so soft and smooth. There was no rigidity at all in any of her joints, so John played with her feet and knees, they flopped and rolled easily and, to John, erotically. He was amazed that Lin had ever walked, with the amount of atrophy in her legs. He then slid her silk panties off those beautiful legs, so that she lay naked before him in all her crippled glory. Her hips were wasted with atrophy, and John could see the marks on her legs and torso caused by wearing the braces she needed. He rubbed and caressed her stomach, her mound, her thighs, careful never to touch above the level of her injury, which was just below her breasts. It excited him to touch her like this, knowing she could never feel him. She just lay there and smiled at him, her hands folded under her head on the pillow. She let John explore her disabled body for more than fifteen minutes before she rubbed her thighs with her hands and spoke to him again. “You like me, then?” She asked innocently, but at the same time not very innocent at all. John, who was again erect, could only nod a reply. She was exquisite to him, the culmination of a lifetime of dreams. “I want to have fun.” She said teasingly, and struggled to her elbows. With one hand, she reached down and began to masturbate herself, obviously for John’s benefit, since she could feel none of it. John lifted both her flaccid legs and spread them out before her. As he leaned over to enter her, she reached out and guided his cock into her, holding it. John held her crippled legs and entered her again and again, pumping her, and she held him with her hand, making a tight seal for him to drive into. John knew with a sever paralysis victim such as Lin, her vaginal muscles didn’t work at all, so to add to his pleasure she was gripping him with her hand. She moaned and squirmed, as much as she could, adding to his excitement. As he was fucking her, John took one of her feet and began licking it and sucking her toes. The limp foot turned him on even more, and he wanted to change positions. He grabbed onto Lin tightly and rolled, placing her on top of him, but pinning one of her crippled legs under his back. He lifted up and helped her to move her leg out, then she sat on top of him, propped up on her arms. She looked almost quizzically at John, as if wondering what he expected from her in this position, when he took hold of her by the waist and began lifting her, pumping her up and down on his hard cock. She began to get into the rhythm, and even though she didn’t have the muscle control to help, she lifted on of her feet to her own mouth and began to lick and suck it for John. She then placed her crippled foot behind her head, then took the other foot and folded that one behind her head, holding them both there for John. He almost dropped her the sight was so unbelievable, and he kept lifting her up and down on his cock until he at last came again, moaning and surging as the orgasm took him. He took her legs and straightened them out, then lifted her off of him, positioning her again on the bed. “Put me on my side, could you?” John gently rolled her on her side facing him ad propped several pillows under her lower half, to keep her from rolling over. He then lay on the bed facing her, looking into her eyes, brushing the silky black cascade of hair off her shoulders. She in turn ran her nails up and down his chest, touched his member with soft caresses. He rubbed her thighs and ran his fingers up and down her limp legs, staring at her thin limbs and crooked feet. “Was it difficult, to start doing what you do now?” “It was difficult, but not as difficult as my paralysis was for me. I remember falling, and then waking up at home with most of my body asleep. I was not taken to a hospital until almost a week later, and by then the doctors could do nothing, even if they could have in the first place. The doctors here are not very good, so there are many crippleds here that are not where you are from. After the hospital I was not even given a wheelchair, I was carried to the street and forced to beg for money. I had done that for two years, begging in the street, before I was taken in by the people who I work for now. I was given a checkup by a doctor, and I was given a wheelchair, my first one, and then I was given braces a while after that. Now I am happy, I live my life for pleasure, my own as well as yours, something I never thought I could do when I had my fall. It is a good life, as good as a crippled girl can get here, and I am happy with it.” Lin stroked John’s member again. “And I am happy with you. Do I please you?” “Yes, Lin, you please me very much. All of the girls I have been with here have pleased me, but you have pleased me most of all. You are so very beautiful, especially your lovely legs.” John took Lin’s limp leg and kissed her shin, kissed her foot, her toes. He rubbed the soft flaccid leg up and down and caressed her mound. Lin giggled and stroked John’s cock, which was again starting to awaken. Suddenly, Lin got up on her elbows and sat partially up, as much as she could in her condition. She motioned for John to stay put and watch her, and she lifted one limp leg off the bed, then the other. She slid off the bed onto the floor and began to drag her limp body across the floor, to the bathroom. She motioned for John to follow her. She crawled into the bathroom and reached to turn on the bathtub faucet. She wanted to take a bath with John. John Helped her to a fully sitting position against a wall and drew the perfect bath, then put the soaps and washcloth down low, since he had an idea what Lin wanted. He then lifted her into his arms, so her legs were hanging down limp, and carried her into the tub. He sat down carefully in the tub and arranged Lin so she was sitting in his lap, facing him. They played and splashed a little in the water, all the time sneaking little rubs and caresses of each other. Lin took some oil and began to rub it onto John’s chest, then continued to rub down, until she was rubbing and massaging his member, which was again fully erect. He in turn was lathering up her breasts with soap and the washcloth, making sure to pay close attention to each one. He rinsed her chest off and began kissing and licking her breasts, which she enjoyed very much. She continued to massage his member, until he needed to take her again. He lifted her in the water and she helped him to enter her. Before he could begin, though, Lin reached around him and took one of her legs, bringing it up between them so her small crippled foot was right by his face. She did the same with her other leg, the amazing flexibility caused by the crippling paralysis allowing her to place both legs between them both so he could enjoy them. She held herself up and on him by holding his shoulders, and he took her by the hips and began to pump her up and down on his cock. The feeling was amazing, and she continually moaned in his ear and brushed her paralyzed foot against his cheek and neck. She whispered to him, and he looked down with amazement, then obliged. She held both of her legs up against her own body, and he spun her slowly around on his member, still pumping her up and down as she slowly spun. It was more than he could take, and he again came strongly, bucking in the water and splashing it around. The bath finished quietly, for John barely had the energy to finish washing Lin. He lifted her out of the tub and took her to the bed, where he toweled her off and lay her down to sleep, which was what he planned to do himself. As he cared for her, she took one of the bath towels and wrapped it around her thighs and between her legs. John assumed it was acting as a diaper, something he didn’t have any problem with at all. He lay down beside her and fell asleep quickly. John awoke in the morning to movement on the bed. He rolled over to see Lin dropping her legs off the bed again, making to get down. He told her to wait, and he brought her wheelchair. He lifted her, noticing her ‘diaper’ was indeed soiled, and took it off of her, throwing it into the garbage. She wheeled herself into the bathroom and John ordered his usual breakfast of fruit, pastry, and Jellies. The room service arrived just as Lin was leaving the bathroom, and John helped her back into the bed, fixing her a plate of the fruits and pastries, then making a plate for himself. As they ate, Lin sat with her back supported against the headboard of the bed, and John sat on the edge of the bed, playing with one of Lin’s feet. He just couldn’t stop touching her perfectly crippled legs! Lin finished eating before he did, mostly because he was so distracted, and she lifted one of her legs, dropping her limp foot squarely into John’s lap. With her hands, she then moved her crippled leg erotically in his lap, brushing his crotch repeatedly. To this, John decided to take off his robe and, once again naked, place Lin’s foot directly on his member. She smiled more and moved her foot, rubbing it against him. He then picked up her other foot and brought that too into his lap. He then took both of her small feet and began rubbing himself with them, their soft limp flesh molding around his now rock hard member. Lin began to moan deeply, then a little faster, a little faster and louder. As John rubbed himself with her feet, she began rubbing herself, slipping her fingers inside her mound, rubbing herself and moaning and gasping. It was obviously for his benefit, but he didn’t care, she was VERY good at what she was doing. He rubbed himself more furiously, pumping her limp feet and moaning himself. Lin kept moaning and crying out with little gasps, even letting out an ‘Oh yeah, oh yes!’ here and there. She was playing with herself and looking right at John, and he finally came in an eruption all over her feet and legs, and she screamed and cried out as if she was having the biggest orgasm of her life! John crashed back onto the bed and almost fell back into the pleasant dream-state he was in most of the morning when reality hit him, realizing his time with Lin was almost at an end. John cleaned off Lin’s feet and legs, then retrieved her cute pink socks. He slid one onto her small foot, smoothing it, then the other. He next slid her pretty silk underwear onto her thin crippled hips, making sue they were smooth. He then lifted her into her wheelchair and lay her braces out onto the bed, making sure all the buckles were right and accessible. HE lifted her carefully and lay her in her braces gently, then took one small foot and slipped it carefully into it’s shoe. He did the same to the other little foot, sliding it into the shoe, then tying both shoes securely. He then did the shin straps, strapped her knees into the braces, then laced up and tied the wide leather that encased her thighs. When he was sure that her legs were properly fastened, he carefully rolled her over onto her stomach and took the rear part of the back brace, connecting it and pulling the straps tight, again enclosing Lin in her almost full body bracing. He rolled her back onto her back, then lifted her carefully, standing her up on the braces and giving her her crutches. She balanced on the crutches while he slid her skirt onto her hips, then he helped her into her blouse. When she was fully dressed, she crutched over to her wheelchair and turned around. Using the chair for support, she leaned back and undid the hip locks on her braces. She sat heavily into the wheelchair, then unlocked the knee latches and lifted her legs into the legrests of the chair. As a last gesture, she asked him to bend down, and gave him a peck on the cheek, then wheeled herself, clumsily because of the crutches she still held, out into the Singapore heat. John watched as she got to the end of the walk that led to his bungalow, and a feminine figure stood up clumsily. He saw Lin hand the crutches to the young amputee girl and both of them left around the corner. He wondered to himself who he would meet this night, in his room of special girls.