Daddy Depraved (Forbidden Pleasures Island #2)

Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

Juliet

In the few hours I’ve been in my brother’s care, I’ve become far more accustomed to feelings of fear and uncertainty than I’ve ever cared to be.

More so now than at any point in my journey so far.

“Daddy?” My voice trembles, and I’m reminded that humiliation is also something I’m becoming far too comfortable with in this island prison. “What’s going on? What’s that bag for?”

“Shh, princess.” Pulling me close, Jasper drops a kiss to the top of my head. “Daddy’s right here.”

That doesn’t answer my question, but I’m far too intimidated by this so-called doctor to snap at him. There’s something about him that makes me want to run and hide in the relative safety of Jasper’s embrace. Where my stepbrother is far stricter than I ever realized, I still catch glimpses of the man I’ve always known beneath the “Daddy” exterior. In Doctor D, I can sense no softness, no sweetness.

And that terrifies me, far more than Jasper or Auntie Cat ever could.

“Jasper, I think for your little one’s safety, we should make sure she’s nice and secure on that table.”

“Agreed. Lie down for me, Juju. Daddy’s going to make sure you don’t get hurt.”

I am under no delusions that whatever they’re about to do to me isn’t going to hurt, possibly more than anything I’ve been subjected to up until this point. “Don’t wanna. Please don’t make me, Daddy, I’ll be good forever, I swear.”

Taking one of my legs in his shockingly cold hands, Doctor D lets out a low, evil-sounding laugh. “See, Jasper? The enema is working already and we haven’t even started.”

Enema? Oh hell no. Frantic now, I kick at Doctor D, but his hold on my ankle doesn’t budge. If anything, he just grips tighter as he moves my foot into a stirrup and straps it in.

“Let me go! You are not giving me a freaking enema!”

Jasper takes both my arms, pinning them to the table on either side of me as Doctor D moves to grab my other foot. “Calm down, princess. It will all be over soon, I promise.”

“No! I will not calm down! You can’t do this to me!” To my horror, tears are already filling my eyes, burning for release. But I’ll be damned if I give them the satisfaction. “Let. Me. Go!”

“Juliet, you promised you’d be a good girl for Doctor D, remember?” Jasper’s tone has dropped, low and soothing, and something inside me quiets, even while I continue to fight them. And it's that part of me that longs to simply give myself over to him, to submit.

To let go and let Daddy take care of everything.

But that way, I’m certain, lies madness. So I refuse to give into that longing, no matter how strong it may be.

Not that it does me any good to refuse, since they’re both so much stronger than I am and it takes an embarrassingly short time for them to strap me down entirely. My feet are secured to the stirrups, and there is a large black band across my torso, just under my breasts, while my arms are firmly pinned to my sides.

“There.” Standing back, Doctor D practically beams with pride. “Now there’s no chance of her hurting herself during the enema. Jasper, would you like to do the honors?”

“I suppose I should learn how, shouldn’t I? We’ll need to do these relatively often at home, correct?”

“As long as she’s having regular bowel movements, they won’t be necessary. But I think you’ll be quite pleased with the change in her behavior after this, so you may choose to do them more often for that reason alone.”

“Ah, then yes. I’d love for you to teach me.” Leaning down, he presses a kiss to my forehead. “Can you be brave for me just a little while longer, Juju?”

“No.” The word is barely a whisper, and I give up fighting to keep the tears at bay, letting them slip silently down my face as I shake my head. “No, I’m not brave at all. I wanna go home, Daddy, please.”

“You’re so much braver than you realize, my sweet little princess. You’ll see.”

Another kiss to the forehead, and then Jasper is seated on a little stool between my thighs, at eye level with all my most forbidden places.

Closing my eyes against the humiliation, the horror of what’s about to happen, I try to go back to my happy place. Try to remember the smell of pastries in the cafe, the sound of my brother’s laughter.

But I only manage to stay there for a few moments before something pushes into my bottom. Slender, like the thermometer, it doesn’t meet much resistance.

“Perfect,” Doctor D says, slapping Jasper on the shoulder. “Now, you’re going to leave the nozzle in there, just like that. And use this little switch here to open it up and fill her with the solution.”

“I see. Like this?”

Jasper’s question gives me only a moment of warning before I’m flooded with icy- cold water. The sensation instantly makes my insides cramp, worse than anything I’ve ever felt before, and I arch up against my restraints as my cries fill the room.

“Exactly like that.” Doctor D pitches his voice up over my crying and pleas for them to stop, to let me go.

“And how long will she need to hold it?”

“A minimum of ten minutes, but we’ll go for fifteen today. Just to make sure everything is extra clean.”

“Makes sense.”

Their voices are muffled beneath the roar of my own blood in my ears. Fifteen minutes? There is no possible way I can endure this for even one more second.

“Daddy, please.” I’m panting now, trying to breathe through the pain. “Please, I won’t ever be naughty again if you stop. I’ll do whatever you want, say whatever you want, just please let me go.”

“Just a little while longer, princess. You can do it. Daddy’s right here.”

I feel something warm press against my thigh, and it takes me a moment to realize Jasper has just placed a kiss there. The gesture is so unexpectedly sweet, I’m momentarily shocked into obedience. Even with my stomach still cramping, my bowels still demanding release, I relax against the table with a whimper.

“That’s my good girl.” Another gentle kiss, this time to the opposite thigh. “Is there anything we can do to take her mind off things for a bit?”

“If you’d like.” There’s a note of disapproval in Doctor D’s voice. “But in my experience, Little girls learn best when they are forced to sit with the consequences of their actions without the benefit of any… distractions.”

“I think my little princess is fully aware of the consequences of her behavior.” Now it’s Jasper’s voice that has taken on a hard edge. “A little distraction isn’t going to spoil her.”

“From what I’ve heard, she’s already plenty spoiled, Jasper. You really shouldn’t indulge her, especially in these early days. She needs rules and discipline.”

“And do you doubt that I am giving my Little girl either of those things?”

Oddly enough, their argument about whether I deserve a distraction is serving as a distraction all its own. I could swear the temperature in the room has dropped several degrees from the ice coating Jasper’s words, and judging by the way Doctor D’s expression goes carefully blank, he isn’t immune to my brother’s presence.

“Of course not. I am simply giving my professional opinion, as Juliet’s doctor.”

“Your opinion has been noted. Now, tell me how to help my Little girl.”

The air itself seems to crackle with tension as we both wait for Doctor D’s response.

“Very well,” he says with a sigh, just as another painful cramp hits and a sob bursts from my lips.

Jasper rushes to my side, soothing the tendrils of hair that have come loose from my braids back from my sweat-slicked face. “Daddy’s right here, princess. Do you want me to help you feel better?”

Unable to speak past the pain, I jerk my head in something resembling a nod.

“We need to test her ability to orgasm anyway, so I suppose now is as good a time as any.”

I’m vaguely aware of Doctor D taking Jasper’s place on the stool between my thighs, but I don’t care. All that matters is Daddy. Daddy’s touch, Daddy’s smile as he hovers over me.

“Would you like that, princess?” His smile deepens as his other hand slides down my torso to my pussy. “Would you like Daddy to make you feel all better?”

The thought of being brought to orgasm in front of horrible Doctor D, while I’m trying to do everything I can to keep my bowels from releasing right here on the table, is a level of humiliation I couldn’t have even fathomed a few minutes ago. But I’m desperate for something, anything to distract me from my torment, so I nod.

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

“My sweet little princess.” Slipping his fingers between my lips, Daddy grins. “So wet for me, still, even after everything I’ve put you through today. Could you possibly be more perfect for me, Juju?”

Joy lights inside me, swelling in my chest. Nobody has ever called me perfect before, and I certainly never expected to hear it from Jasper. “R-really?” I gasp out as another cramp hits me, the pain mingling with the pleasure of him stroking my swollen clit in a confusing mixture of sensation and emotion that makes my head spin.

“Absolutely perfect. I’ve been looking for a Little girl for a very long time, Juju. Years, in fact. I’d almost given up hope when your Uncle Max approached me about the island. Even then, I wasn’t convinced I’d ever actually find my perfect little princess.”

Something pushes into my pussy and my muscles clamp down around the intruder. It isn’t Daddy, because he’s still playing with my clit.

Doctor D.

“She’s wonderfully responsive, Jasper. The way she’s squeezing my fingers… you are a very lucky man. Pinch her clit for me, I want to see how she responds to the pain.”

Before I can protest, Daddy does exactly that, giving the aching bud a hard, sharp pinch that sends waves of pleasure and pain crashing through me.

“Daddy, no! I don’t like that!”

“I wouldn’t listen to her,” Doctor D says with another of those low, cruel laughs. “If you could feel what I’m feeling right now, you’d know exactly how much she likes it when you hurt her. I’m going to add another finger now, stretch her a bit.”

Full. I’m so full I can’t think straight as Daddy continues to toy with my clit, driving me closer and closer to the edge of reason. Head thrashing from side to side, I become a babbling, incoherent mess, begging for release, for mercy, for whatever might end this torture.

“There we go. Press a bit harder on her clit, Jasper. You’ll need to make her come now unless you want her to wait until after the enema is finished.”

Pleasure floods my system as Daddy follows the doctor’s orders. “Can you show Doctor D how pretty you are when you come, Juju? My beautiful little princess. Come for Daddy, baby.”

My screams echo off the walls as the need inside me fractures. Shatters. Pain and pleasure meld together, until I can no longer tell one from the other as Daddy continues to play with my clit, telling me how pretty I look when I come for him, telling me what a good girl I’m being for him.

“There we go,” he murmurs, pressing another kiss to my sweat-slicked forehead. In the distance, something buzzes, and he chuckles. “Just in time, too. Let’s get you to the bathroom, princess.”

They make quick work of releasing me from my restraints before Daddy scoops me up into his arms and carries me into a small bathroom just off the exam room. He sets me on my feet in front of the toilet and I sway a bit, unsteady and exhausted already from my ordeal.

“Doctor D is going to remove the nozzle now, princess. You just need to hold it a couple seconds longer until you can sit down. Can you do that for me, baby?”

I jerk my head in agreement, too worn out to even consider speech.

“Good girl. Here we go.”

The nozzle slides from my bottom and I clench my muscles for all I’m worth as Daddy guides me down to the toilet.

My humiliation is more of a concept now. A vague idea, hovering in the back of my mind that I’m too tired, too defeated to actually cling to as I relieve myself. Something wet slips down the tip of my nose and I realize I’m crying.

Another realization creeps into my mind as I sit there, utterly debasing myself in front of my stepbrother and this supposed doctor. I’d thought earlier that Jasper had broken me with the paddling in his office. That he’d taken me as far as my mind and spirit and body could possibly go.

But I realize now, he hasn’t even gotten started.