The doctor presses harder against my clit before moving that hand up to examine my bladder against my belly again.

My vision swims as I try not to come. Why am I so horny?

Chapter Ten

Ava

I’m trying so hard not to be affected by this examination. I don’t understand what’s happening to me. While my pee runs out, I feel tremendous relief, but at the same time the stimulation against my clit is too close to my urethra.

Papi and the doctor are talking, but it’s too hard to focus on their words. Something about Littles needing regular visits to the doctor in order to fulfill their need for deep submission and humiliation associated with medical play.

Dankin fiddles with the catheter when my urine stops flowing. He doesn’t remove it, though.

“I’m going to clamp the catheter off near her urethra and cut the tubing so that a few inches are left.” He removes the speculum that’s holding my vagina open wide. “My advice would be to leave the catheter inserted until she’s in stasis. She’s stubborn. There’s no sense fighting with her about wetting her diaper in the few hours you have left before departure. When I’m done examining her, I’ll open the tube, and you can let her pee run out naturally to saturate her diaper for the last few hours.”

Papi nods agreement. Damn him.

“I’m sure you know this, but after you arrive at home, she will have no ability to control her bladder for the first few weeks. As she regains muscle control, you might need to readdress her stubbornness. Let the doctor at home know that he might need to catheterize her at that time until she gives up the fight. I wouldn’t suggest letting her go more than an hour without wetting herself. It’s not healthy. She can be stubborn about a lot of things, and you can discipline her accordingly until she complies, but taking her bottles without fuss and filling her diapers are matters of health.”

Papi nods again. “Got it.”

I’m overwhelmed. I feel like I might float out of my body.

Dankin continues, “Since I’ve mentioned bottles. Make sure she sticks to the schedule upon arrival, too. No skipped meals. No half-finished bottles. Stubborn Little girls sometimes need coaxing for that, too. I’ll give you a small clamp in case you need it. Even when you first arrive and she has no mobility, do not hesitate to use the clamp to coerce her to eat. It’s easy and effective. I’ve never heard of a single Little holding out more than a few seconds after they’re introduced to the clamp.”

Clamp? I can’t keep up. I’m still reeling from the suggestion that Papi might make me wear a catheter to force me to pee. What is this clamp they’re talking about?

The doctor turns around, opens a drawer, and returns a moment later. This time he’s at my side. He holds up the strange device, showing it to Papi before he grabs my breast and holds it tight, squeezing, forcing my nipple to pucker and protrude.

Dankin glances at me. “I’m going to show your Papi how to put the clamp on your little titty, Baby girl. It will burn. I will only leave it a few seconds this time.”

I want to protest, but my jaw won’t move. I don’t even blink. I think my heart stops as he lowers the evil device toward my nipple.

The doctor speaks to Papi. “You can easily do this with one hand if you need. Lower it over her titty until it touches the areola. Push the button on the side. It will suck her bud in sharply and clamp down on it.” A second later, the doctor does just that.

I scream in pain. It hurts so badly.

The doctor lets go of it, leaving it gripping my nipple. “It will release itself in two minutes, at which time, you can move it to the other titty and switch back and forth until she’s compliant.”

I gasp as the doctor releases the barbaric torture device. I’m pretty sure it hurts worse coming off, and I glance down to see if my nipple is still attached to my breast. It’s swollen and red and angry.

The doctor hands the device to Papi, who sticks it in his pocket. “The only problem with the clamp is that a certain percentage of Littles love the bite of pain. In which case, they tend to be intentionally disagreeable in order to get what they crave. If that happens, you can switch tactics. Let her experience the clamp or even spankings in exchange for good behavior. If she finishes her bottle, let her wear it for two minutes on each side or even use it on her clit.”

Papi nods.

I’m so out of body. This can’t be happening.

Dankin moves down between my legs, leaving my aching titty feeling needy. Surely I won’t be the kind of Little he’s talking about. That’s ludicrous. And wait… I’m not even Little at all.

“You’re doing so well, Ava,” Dankin praises. “Two more tests and then we’re done. First, I’m going to draw some blood.” He swipes a cold alcohol swab on my inner thigh before holding it tightly with one hand.

I’m not at all sure what he’s planning until there’s suddenly a needle in my leg. It’s over so fast that I don’t have time to protest. Why would he draw my blood from my inner thigh?

Next, he holds up a strange device that looks like a wide curling iron. “This is a probe, Little one. It’s not something you have on Earth. It’s a highly advanced piece of medical technology. It will take your temperature and record all kinds of things happening in your body. Anytime you go to the doctor on Eleadia, he will use one of these to record information.”

My bottom lip trembles as he opens a bottle of lube and spreads it all over the end of the probe. I don’t know why he’ll need lube since my vagina is soaking wet and dripping onto the floor.

He pushes a button somewhere with his foot that draws my knees in a few inches and closer to my chest before he presses on my pelvis again.

The moment he touches my skin with the probe, I scream. Again. How many times can I scream today? He’s not touching my vagina. He’s lined it up with my rectum.

“Deep breath, Little one,” he encourages.

Fuck him. I’m never breathing again.

He doesn’t wait. He presses the evil tool against my tight hole until he finally breaches it, and then he continues until it’s several inches deep inside my rectum.

I whimper. Most of the fight has gone out of me. All I can do is lie here limply, waiting for it to be over. He said this is the last thing.

“Rub her clit,” the doctor instructs softly. “She’s waited long enough for release. It’s hard for Littles to be denied orgasm when their bottoms are filled.”

Papi wraps one hand around one of my breasts and reaches between my legs with the other hand to stroke my clit. “That’s my good girl. Let yourself feel good.”

My head rolls back and forth as I try to deny how good it feels. I’m so aroused. I’ve been on edge ever since I woke up naked in Papi’s arms. It’s done nothing but grow since then.

I’ve never had anything in my ass before. Not by my own hand or someone else’s. My ass is off limits. Except suddenly it’s not, and I have no say in it.

“That’s good,” Dankin encourages. “Human females are often not accustomed to anal stimulation. It’s considered taboo in most cultures, so it takes a while for females to learn to enjoy it. I suggest you stimulate her rectum frequently to help her get used to it, and as often as possible rub her clit at the same time so she learns to associate anal contact with pleasure.”

I’m bucking against my restraints, but there’s no way to escape this delicious torture. The total humiliation is driving me higher and higher. I’m going to shatter, much to my mortification. Pieces of me are going to fly apart and splatter the walls when I orgasm. And I can’t stop it. It’s barreling forward like a freight train.

I’m totally under the control of Papi. If he wants me to come, I will. If he denies me, he has that power, too.

He pinches my nipple—the one that wasn’t recently tormented by the evil clamp. He pinches it hard and twists it, adding pain to my overstimulated mind. Pain, pleasure, and humiliation all bombard me. The doctor is twisting his huge probe in my bottom, reminding me over and over that the nerve endings inside my rectum are indeed directly connected to my arousal.

The tube still protrudes from my urethra, too, and I’m more than aware of it as Papi rubs my clit.

Finally I reach the point of begging. “Please, Papi…”

“Please what, Baby girl?”

“Please fill my pussy. I need to come.”

“You can come without penetration to your pussy. I know you like having your bottom filled. Show Papi how good it feels. Come on my fingers, Little one.”

I cry out in frustration, but a second later, he gives a tiny tug to the catheter, and that tips me over the edge. I come hard, perhaps harder than I have every previous time this evening. The pulses last for many seconds, dragging out the pleasure.

Eventually the doctor eases the probe out of me.