Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Isabella
Fear, more paralyzing than any I’ve ever felt before, crawls up my spine at the sound of the doctor’s voice. I’d just as happily stay over Daddy’s knee so I don’t have to face him, but unfortunately that’s not my fate.
Daddy picks me up, perching me on his lap as he smiles at the doctor, then me. “Say good morning, Isabella.”
But I can’t speak. The man in the doorway is older than Daddy, with flecks of gray in his hair that would make another man look distinguished. On Doctor D, it just seems like another reminder of his icy demeanor. Even his smile lacks the smallest hint of warmth.
Sighing, Daddy sends the doctor an apologetic look. “She's feeling a bit shy this morning, I’m afraid.”
“No apologies necessary. Little ones can often be skittish, especially with strangers.” Doctor D’s smile widens, but it looks more like he’s baring his teeth. “But we won’t be strangers for long, will we, Isabella? We’re going to get to know each other very, very well.”
Yeah. That’s what I’m afraid of.
Daddy rises to his feet with me still in his arms. “What do you need from me, Doctor?”
“If you could take her dress off, please. As pretty as it is, I don’t want it to get messed up during her examination.”
“Of course.”
I want to fight. With almost everything in me, I want nothing more than to scream and fight and resist with every ounce of strength I have. And yet, as Daddy sets me on my feet to pull my dress up over my head, it’s as though my limbs have a mind of their own. A mind that is all too eager to obey the man in front of me.
Once I’m completely naked, Daddy picks me up and lays me down on the exam table at Doctor D’s request. Even if I wanted to fight, they move too quickly for me to react, strapping me down much like my changing table at home. Only now there’s added straps on the stirrups they’ve placed my feet in, exposing me completely to anyone who enters the room.
Including dreadful Doctor D.
Settling on one of those short rolling stools every doctor’s office has, Doctor D scoots between my legs and pulls on a pair of blue rubber gloves.
“Gideon, have you tested her reaction to nipple stimuli?”
“Yes, but only while she was sleeping.”
The reminder of how he violated me in my most vulnerable state stirs up the anger I’d tried to bury and I shift against my bonds, my hands clenching into fists at my side.
At the end of the table, Doctor D laughs. “I don’t think your Little one is as shy as you’d like to believe, Gideon. And judging by the way her pussy is weeping, she doesn't hate the treatment you’ve given her as much as she pretends to.”
“Is that so?”
There’s an edge to Daddy’s voice, one that instantly squashes the fury building in my chest. He can’t know how I really feel, how desperate I am to get off this island. I need him to trust me, to believe that I am willing to do anything he says so he’ll let his guard down.
Looking up at him, I widen my eyes and push my lower lip out, making sure the latter trembles. “I’m scared, Daddy,” I whisper, and my voice cracks a bit, adding to the “terrified little girl” persona I’ve put on for him.
Not that it’s all an act. Doctor D does genuinely scare me, on a level I’ve never experienced before. So it’s not difficult to call those feelings to the surface for my performance.
Daddy’s expression softens as he runs a hand over my hair and smiles down at me. “I know you are, little doll. We’re almost finished.”
Something presses against my pussy and I instantly recoil with a cry. “Daddy, don’t let him touch me there!”
“Isabella, don’t be difficult. Doctor D needs to examine all of you to make sure you’re healthy.”
“No he doesn’t! Make him stop!”
“I will not and if you don’t settle down right now, Doctor D will get to see exactly how red your bottom gets when you disobey your Daddy.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Getting spanked in the privacy of Daddy’s house is one thing. But not only do I not want the embarrassment of a public spanking, I’ll be damned if I give Doctor D the satisfaction of witnessing it.
Dragging in a deep breath, I close my eyes and force myself to nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Now, Doctor, you were asking about her nipples?”
“Yes. I just received a shipment of clamps to test out reactions to different stimuli. Would you like to be the first one to try them out?”
“Absolutely.”
“They’re in that box on the counter over there. I purchased a few different kinds, so choose your favorite or we can give them all a try.”
“I think one will suffice,” Daddy says with that same cruel, wicked grin I remember from before. “For today.”
A shudder runs down my spine at his words and when he tries to step away from the exam table, I grab for his hand. “Please don’t leave me!”
It’s only a partially calculated move. I don’t want him to get whatever waits for me in that box, but even more than that, I don’t want to be left alone with Doctor D, not even for a second.
But my efforts are in vain. Daddy simply pats my hand before removing it from his arm and telling me to be a good girl for Doctor D.
I don’t want to be a good girl. For either of them. But I don't want to risk whatever punishment awaits me for not being a good girl even more, so I swallow the rest of my protests and nod.
It only takes Daddy a second to step away and return with a small box. “Let’s see… well, aren’t these darling.” Smiling brightly now, he holds up what looks to be a pair of earrings with little pink bows dangling from them. “Every Little girl deserves to be all decked out in bows, don’t you agree, Doctor D?”
“As it so happens, I do.” The fingers in my pussy shift, pressing up against that sensitive spot inside me and I arch up with another cry. “She’s so responsive, Gideon. Why don’t you start with the right nipple so I can see how she responds to a bit of pain.”
Pain? What kind of pain? “Daddy, no!”
“Shhh, little one.” Setting the box aside, Daddy cups my right breast in his large hand, giving the nipple a slight pinch. Not nearly enough to actually hurt, and I relax a bit. If that’s what they mean by pain, I can handle that just fine.
“Oh, she likes that, very much. She’s soaking my glove, Gideon. Make sure the nipple is nice and hard before you put the clamp on.”
Humiliation rushes through my veins, heating every inch of my body even as my pussy spasms around his fingers. How can I possibly be enjoying this? I could chalk it up to a simple biological reaction if it was just Daddy’s hands on me making me wetter and hotter with every touch, but it’s not. Every time Doctor D speaks, the fear and humiliation both seem to make me even needier than I was. It’s something I’ve never experienced before, and I’m not sure what to make of it now.
Maybe it’s something in the milk. Whatever the cause, it makes these men even more dangerous than I originally thought. Because if they can get into my mind this way, twisting the things I should hate into something I desperately need, will they also be able to use that against me? To trick me into wanting to stay on the island like Victoria and Juliet?
Pain stabs at my breast, sharp and white-hot, yanking me out of my spiraling thoughts and back to reality with a scream.
“Ow, ow, ow, Daddy it hurts! Let go!”
“I’m not touching you anymore, little doll. That’s the clamp. And it looks just as darling as I’d imagined it would.”
Craning my head up, I look down at my nipple. I can’t see it very well, but there is indeed something attached to my breast now. Whatever it is hurts a million times more than Daddy’s fingers and I want it off .
“Take it off! Now!”
The room goes deathly silent at my sharp tone, and even before Daddy’s mouth turns down into a frown, I’m regretting my words.
“Excuse me, little girl?”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it just hurts so much. I didn’t mean to be rude, Daddy.”
Shaking his head, Daddy reaches for my unadorned breast, repeating the same process as he did with the other one, cupping and pinching until my nipple hardens between his fingers. “I should spank your bottom for speaking to me that way. But I understand this is all very overwhelming for you. If it happens again, though, I will take my belt to your naughty bottom and you will lose out on your surprise with Juju and Tori. Understood?”
I don’t care about the surprise. At least, that’s what I try to tell myself. But there’s a stabbing pain in my chest at the threat that has nothing to do with the clamp on my nipple. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“I know you are, little doll. And I know this is a lot for one Little girl to take in all at once. But I will not tolerate rudeness.”
Then maybe don’t kidnap people and torture them and they won’t be rude to you. I know damn well that response would get me more than just a spanking, so I bite my tongue and stare up at the ceiling.
Again without warning, pain lances through my left breast. But, oddly enough, it almost feels… better. The agony is balanced now with both nipples being clamped and already the worst of the pain has faded into something far more tolerable.
Stepping back from the table, Daddy pulls his phone from his pocket. And to my horror, lifts the device up, aiming it at me as he presses a button multiple times.
“You just looked so precious with those bows on your nipples, I couldn’t resist,” he explains as he tucks the phone back in his pocket. “What’s next, Doctor D?”
“I’m going to fill her bottom as well, and then I want to test her ability to orgasm. She’s so responsive, I can’t imagine you’ve had any troubles.”
“Not a single one. Though she was very naughty this morning and I told her she wouldn’t be allowed to come the rest of the day.”
Thank god. The last thing I want is to be forced to have an orgasm in front of this man.
“Ah, that’s a pity. I suppose it will have to wait, then. Would you be willing to bring her by tomorrow, then? It really is a very important part of the exam.”
Never mind. Dammit.
“Well… if it’s for her health, I suppose I can make an exception. Just this once.”
“Very good. Would you like to do the honors or should I?”
“I will.” Daddy’s tone is sharp, almost as if he’s offended that Doctor D even asked.
For some reason, that thought helps to settle some of the churning in my stomach, though it does nothing to ease the dull ache in my nipples. It’s not just that I don’t want Doctor D to touch me like that, though I can’t deny that’s certainly something I would like to avoid for as long as humanly possible. But the thought of Daddy feeling so protective over any part of me, even if it is just my orgasms makes me feel… cherished in a way I never would have expected to feel given how our “relationship” started.
“I’d like to bring her just to the edge and keep her there for a bit until we remove the clamps,” Doctor D explains, seemingly unaffected by Daddy’s sharp response. ‘“It will help us gauge how well she responds to different levels of pain.”
Leaning over me, Daddy slides his hand down my stomach to my clit, which is swollen and aching despite everything that’s happened to me. Or perhaps because of it, which is a thought so horrifying I immediately shove it from my mind.
Just as his fingers find my nub, Doctor D presses a gloved finger against my bottom hole. Instinctively, I clench, desperate to keep him from violating me this way. But no amount of tightening my muscles seems to deter him, and the questing digit pushes deeper inside of me no matter how hard I try to keep it out.
Everything aches. My nipples, my asshole, my traitorously needy clit. And that pain only seems to fuel my need, making my pussy spasm around Doctor D’s fingers.
From the end of the table, I hear a low laugh. “Your Little one is certainly enjoying her exam,” Doctor D says, his tone full of smug amusement.
“I am not!” But even I have to admit my protests ring hollow, given the breathlessness of my voice and the way I’m arching up into their touch as much as the strap across my stomach will allow.
“Little girls often claim not to enjoy things they think they shouldn’t. But their sweet pussies always give them away. And Isabella’s is squeezing my fingers more tightly than any I've ever felt before.”
As he speaks, Daddy rolls my clit between his fingers, and despite my claims to the contrary, pleasure coils tightly in my core with every touch. And when Doctor D begins to pump his fingers in and out of both my pussy and my bottom, the pain drives me closer and closer to the edge.
“She’s so close, Gideon. Take the clamps off and we’ll let her come.”
With his free hand, Daddy reaches for one of the clamps on my nipples, and for a moment I’m relieved that I won’t have to endure that particular agony any longer.
But my relief is only momentary. As soon as the clamp is released, pain stabs at my breast, even more intense than when he put them on, and I cry out at the fresh waves of agony engulfing me.
The second clamp releases, at the same time Daddy gives my poor aching clit a hard pinch. Pain and pleasure swirl inside me, a maelstrom of sensation that drags me under, and the edges of my vision go black as I’m overcome. From a distance, I hear someone scream, and I’m only vaguely aware that it must be me.
For what seems like forever, they continue playing with my pussy, draining every ounce of pleasure from my body until I finally collapse against the exam table, sweat-slicked and exhausted. A shiver racks my body and I whimper, turning my head blindly, seeking the one man I reluctantly trust to give me comfort.
“Shh, little one. Daddy’s right here.”
I’m somewhat aware of Doctor D pulling away, leaving me empty in his absence as Daddy runs a hand over my hair.
“She did beautifully, Gideon.” There’s a hint of awe and… is that pride, possibly, in Doctor D’s voice? “I see no issues. From her medical records it appears she’s recently had a checkup with her gynecologist and everything is clear, but the next time she visits me, we will want to perform a breast exam. I’ll send Millie in shortly to take the blood draw so we can run a standard panel, make sure she’s healthy where all of that is concerned, but for now I see nothing to be concerned with. If you have any concerns, you can always feel free to give me a call.”
“Thank you, Doctor D. We appreciate it.”
We? Who the fuck is we? I do not appreciate Doctor D and his sadistic “exams”. But I’m too exhausted from said exam to even consider voicing that opinion.
When Doctor D leaves the room, Daddy unstraps me from the table and picks me up, cradling me in his arms. “You did so well for the doctor, little doll. As soon as Millie is finished, we can go meet Juju and Tori for your surprise. Would you like that?”
I’d like to go home to New York. Back to my normal life. I’ll even stop selling drugs if that’s what it takes to convince whatever higher power might be watching over me to release me from this hellish prison.
Again, I don’t have the energy left to argue, so I simply nod as I curl into the comfort of his arms. “Yes, Daddy.”
Holding me close, he presses a kiss to my hair, rocking me gently from side to side, a movement I find oddly soothing. As if I really am just a baby, being rocked to sleep in her Daddy’s arms.
And even though I know I should hate him, all I can think as my eyes drift closed is how happy I am he’s here to hold me.