Oh, so apparently I can get more mortified. I lick my lips. Why should I care if they know? “Five.”
“Have you been tested for sexually transmitted diseases, Little one?” Dankin asks.
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper. I can’t look at either of them.
“Good girl. I’ll double check with bloodwork to be sure you’re healthy.”
“What about Ganrax?” I blurt out. “Are you going to check him, too? He’s had his mouth on me. How do I know what diseases he might have?”
Papi sets a palm on my tummy, reminding me how badly I need to pee. “Attitude, Baby girl.” He gives me a no-nonsense look like the Dominant he is. I’m not surprised. Finally he answers my question. “Eleadian males do not carry disease. We can’t transmit anything to you. You also can’t give us any illnesses. If you happen to be carrying anything you’ve picked up in the last few days, the doctor will treat it before we depart. You won’t get sick with any illness you’ve ever had on Earth once we arrive home. Those strains do not exist.”
I try to listen to him because this is important, but his calm demeanor is wearing on me.
“In addition,” he continues, “I’m going to tell you something else you obviously aren’t aware of. There are no females on my planet other than those who have been claimed from Earth. About a century ago, an asteroid field passed Eleadia in such close proximity that the planet was disturbed. We don’t have any explanation as to what caused the odd changes, but older generations and all of our females gradually died, leaving only males who are all now approximately my age—over a hundred. We were so blessed to have discovered our compatibility with your females. That’s when the plan to set up the alliance began. My point is that you’re the first female I’ve ever been this close to in almost a hundred and twenty-five years. So, I couldn’t be carrying any diseases even if that were a thing.”
I gasp. This hadn’t occurred to me. He’s a virgin… And then my next thought. “Shit. My birth control.” I lift my head. “I didn’t think to have John grab it.” I glance at both men.
Dankin pats my inner thigh. “No need for birth control, Little one. Though Eleadian males are compatible enough with human females to form a deeply bonded relationship that will last for centuries, the two species are not compatible enough to procreate.”
I drop my head and let out a breath. Thank, God. I can’t fathom what it would be like to carry the baby of a man this large. A fetus would break me in half.
Dankin parts my folds. “I’m going to open your vagina, Little one. Take a breath for me.” He slides a speculum into me and widens it.
I hold my breath while he swabs my cervix.
“Everything looks healthy.” He sets a hand on my pelvis. “Hold very still for me. I’m going to insert a catheter into your bladder.”
I jerk, lifting my head again. “What?”
Papi slides his hand up to cup one of my breasts. He flicks my nipple several times. “You can’t be that surprised, Baby girl. I told you this would happen.”
I shake my head. “No. Please. No.” My pussy is stretched and dripping. I can feel my vagina clenching hard around the speculum. “Please,” I beg again. “I can pee in a cup or something.”
Papi sets his other hand on my head and bends over to kiss my forehead.
I’m trembling as I feel something being inserted in my pee hole, and I cry out when the doctor’s finger presses against my clit. I’m going to come. I’m going to orgasm right here with a tube in my urethra and the doctor leaning between my legs.
My entire body shakes as he continues to guide the tube deeper until suddenly it enters my bladder, and I hear my urine flowing out into a basin of some sort. It echoes loudly in the room, humiliating me further.
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.”
