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.
I wince as it disappears right before Papi releases my clit. He leans over and kisses my forehead. “You are the most precious Little girl ever, Ava. Never doubt that.”
Dankin tucks a diaper under me before he does something to the little tube. When he wraps the soft material up around me, I’m left with the constant sensation that I need to pee. The tube is causing me to feel that way. It’s holding my urethra open. Urine trickles out.
The men continue talking as they release me from all the restraints, but I don’t listen. I’m a limp noodle. And I’m furious with myself when Papi picks me up and tucks me against his chest again because his skin calms me. My breathing evens out.
While he’s still talking, he nudges my lips with the nipple of a bottle.
I twist my head away in one tiny act of defiance.
He glances down at me. “Do you need the little clamp on your titty, Baby girl?” He asks this as if he’s asked me if I want catsup with my fries.
I tense. “No, Sir.” When he taps my lips again, I let the nipple in and start sucking. The formula is really good. Either that or I’m really damn thirsty. Probably both.
I close my eyes and drift off, returning to consciousness several times when Papi jiggles the nipple to encourage me to finish the bottle. He’s relentless. I can’t compete against him.
It’s not until the bottle is empty and he switches it for a pacifier that I let out a relieved breath and let myself drift toward sleep.
Papi kisses my forehead. “When you wake up, we’ll be home, Baby girl.”
