Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Alexis
Fear and embarrassment wash over me as I lay across Catharina’s thigh, waiting for the timer to signal it’s time for the thermometer to come out while Doctor D watches from the doorway.
When it’s finally done, Catharina pulls the thermometer from my bottom and helps me to sit up on her lap while Millie takes my blood pressure.
“A little high, but not alarmingly so,” she says with another of those bright smiles as she taps the numbers into the tablet in her hand.
“We’ll keep an eye on it just in case, but it’s likely due to nerves.
Otherwise, her vitals are good, and we’ll take some blood samples after the exam to check things like her sugar and cholesterol, see if she needs to be put on any vitamins, that kind of thing. ”
“Thank you, Millie. You’re a very good little helper.”
Millie’s cheeks flush at the compliment, and again I’m left with that nasty twisting feeling in my gut.
“Auntie Cat is right,” Doctor D says, stepping forward to scoop his Little girl up and settle her on his hip, his nose nuzzling at her cheek while she giggles happily.
There’s another twist in my belly at how easily he picks her up despite her lush curves.
I know that’s something I’ll never have, and I can’t help but wonder if Catharina would be happier with a Little girl who was, well, more little.
“You’ve been a very good little helper. Why don’t you go get yourself a snack and some water from the fridge while I finish our new friend’s exam. ”
“Can I have juice instead?” Millie bats her eyelashes and smiles prettily, but her Daddy doesn’t seem to be buying her sweet Little girl act.
“Have you had any water since we got to the office?”
“Umm.”
“That’s what I thought. Two bottles of water, and then we can discuss you having another bottle of juice with lunch.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Millie says with a heavy sigh.
Placing her on the floor again, Doctor D swats her bottom. “Go on, sunshine. Daddy will be done soon.”
With another sweet giggle, Millie hurries off, waving over her shoulder as she disappears from sight.
Doctor D turns to me then, and I’m not sure if I’m imagining things or if his smile grows colder as he studies me. “Catharina, I’ll need your Little one to be naked for her exam.”
“Of course. Come on, little imp, let’s get these clothes off you.”
“Why?”
Catharina levels a steely gaze at me that has me fighting the urge to squirm on her lap. “Because Doctor D said so, and Little girls who don’t listen to their doctors don’t get to pick out presents at the toy store.”
I’ve already lost one toy, and for whatever reason I’m loath to lose another.
“I was just asking a question,” I grumble as she pulls my dress up over my head, immediately crossing my arms over my chest and stomach in a vain attempt to hide my body even though she’s already seen every inch of me naked.
There’s something about the harsh lighting of the exam room that makes me feel more exposed than ever.
“No, you were looking for reasons to be defiant and I do not tolerate defiance. Do I, Alexis Paige?”
“No, Mommy.”
She gives a little hum of approval as she finishes stripping me down and then helps me up onto the exam table.
Emotion settles heavy in my chest, tears stinging in my eyes at the knowledge I’m too heavy for her to just pick up and put on the table like Doctor D can with Millie.
Even though she’s curvier and taller than Victoria, her Daddy is clearly stronger than he looks.
It would take an Olympic weightlifter to pick me up like that, though, so I don’t blame Catharina for not even trying. Still, it’s embarrassing and more than a little painful. Just one more way I’ve failed to live up to someone’s expectations.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Worry draws Catharina’s brows together as she brushes a stray curl from my face. “Why do you look so sad?”
I can’t possibly tell this gorgeous woman the truth. Catharina Montgomery doesn’t look as though she’s ever had an extra ten pounds to lose in her life. So I settle for half the truth. “Don’t wanna get an exam.”
Her smile is surprisingly sympathetic. “I know. But it’s Mommy’s job to ensure my Little girl stays healthy and happy.
Which means yucky things like doctor’s visits and trips to the dentist.” Eyes glittering with mischief, she leans in.
“But it also means things like shopping trips and Mommy eating your sweet little cunt until you scream when you’re a good girl.
Are you going to be a good girl for me, baby? ”
Ho. Lee. Shit. This gorgeous, filthy rich woman, who could have anyone in her bed wants to do that to me?
I can’t get the words out of my mouth fast enough. “Yes, Mommy. I’ll be good.”
“That’s my girl. Lie down so Doctor D can start his exam.”
Catharina’s laughter fills the room as I practically throw myself backward onto the table. “There you go, Doctor. She’s all ready for you.”
“I see. Such a well-behaved Little girl,” Doctor D croons as he pulls something over my stomach.
A leather strap, just like on my changing table at Catharina’s house.
Uncertainty churns in my stomach, and I look up to Catharina for reassurance, which she happily gives, stepping forward to run a hand over my hair as Doctor D moves around the table, strapping my arms down and then fixing my feet into the stirrups.
“You’re all right, little one. Mommy would never let anything bad happen to you.”
It doesn’t escape my notice that she doesn’t promise to not let anyone hurt me, and I can’t help but wonder if that’s intentional.
“I assume I don’t need to teach you how to give a breast exam?” Doctor D directs the question at Catharina as he lifts my arm above my head to press at my right breast, his fingers moving in a quick, sure circle.
“No, I know how. I’ll be giving Alexis her monthly exams.”
“Good, good. And yourself, as well.”
A smile curves her lips. “Of course, Doctor.”
With the breast exam finished, he settles on a stool between my splayed thighs and humiliation rushes to my cheeks at the knowledge he can see all of me.
All my most private parts on display for this complete stranger.
I’ve never had a male gynecologist before, for exactly this reason, and the embarrassment is enough to have me whining and squirming against my bonds.
“Settle down, baby.” Catharina’s words are gentle, soothing as she continues stroking my hair. “Doctor D is just doing his job.”
“Catharina, I’d like to see how she responds to certain stimuli. There is a box of clamps on the counter over there if you wouldn’t mind picking out a pair for your Little one.”
“Oooh, I do love clamps. Let’s see what we have.” Abandoning me, she strides over to the table while Doctor D slides a glove-covered finger right into my pussy.
“Hey! Is that really necessary?”
“It is.”
I wait for more of an explanation, but apparently he doesn’t feel obliged to provide one, and I stare up at the ceiling while he works that finger in and out of me, tears pricking my eyes as I try to pretend I’m somewhere, anywhere else but here.
“You’re a very lucky Mommy, Catharina,” he says with a chuckle when Catharina returns to my side, with what appears to be a set of earrings dangling from her fingers. They’re silver, with pretty red jewels dripping from them, but I’m not really sure why she has earrings.
Catharina beams down at me, and maybe I’m more fucked up than I realize because that smile instantly calms my skittering nerves. “I am indeed very lucky. I’ve waited a long time for a Little girl to call my own.”
Me. She means she’s waited for me. Maybe it doesn’t matter that I’m not small enough for her to pick up, or that I cuss like a sailor, or that I’m not all sunshine and rainbows like Millie and Victoria. If she’s been waiting all this time for me, maybe I’m actually the one she actually wants.
“And what a responsive Little girl she is.” There’s a hint of pride in Doctor D’s voice as he pushes a second finger inside me, stretching me with a bite of pain that I can’t help but wince at.
“Try rolling her nipples between your fingers, I want to see how she responds to a softer touch before we put the clamps on.”
My gaze dips to the earrings in her hand, and I am hit with the sickening realization that they aren’t earrings after all and that if he’s talking about my nipples there’s only one place for those clamps to go. “Mommy, I don’t want clamps!”
“Shh, little one.” Holding the clamps in her left hand, she cups my breast with her right, gently rolling the taut bud between her fingers just as Doctor D asked. “Mommy’s right here. Everything is going to be okay.”
“Hmm. She likes the gentle touch, but not as much as you might think. Give her nipple a little pinch for me, Catharina.”
Hunger, sharp and wicked, flashes in Catharina’s dark eyes a second before her fingers close around my nipple. There’s pain, as sharp as her smile, and I arch up on the table, tugging at my restraints as my cries echo around the room.
“Mommy, no! That hurts!”
“Poor little girl,” she murmurs, but there’s no sympathy in her voice. If anything, she sounds almost… excited by my pain.
Sadistic witch.
“Don’t let her fool you,” Doctor D says with a chuckle. “She liked that very much. She nearly broke my fingers, her little cunt squeezed so hard. Let’s try the clamps.”
“No, no clamps! No clamps!”
But even as the protests leave my lips, I know they’re in vain and Catharina quickly proves me right. Taking one of the silver clamps in her hand, she squeezes it open, the sharp alligator-like teeth glinting in the harsh lights of the exam room.
“This is going to hurt, baby. But if you take it like a good girl, Mommy will help you feel all better when it’s over.”
Before I can ask her what the hell that is supposed to mean, she brings the clamp to my breast. I’m chanting “No, no, no”, but it does nothing to stop her as she lets the sharp teeth close around my taut peak.
Pain lances through my breast and again I arch up with a cry, tears blurring my vision as I struggle to breathe through the agony.
“She’s soaked, Catharina. Positively gushing all over my glove. Let’s add the second clamp.”
“No,” I whine, drawing the word out as I thrash my head from side to side. “Mommy, please, I’m sorry, I won’t ever be naughty again, I swear!”
“Oh, my precious girl.” Catharina bends over the table, her hair falling like a curtain around me as she presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “This isn’t because you were naughty. You aren’t being punished, my love.”
“F-feels l-like it,” I stammer out, my breathing uneven as my body struggles to accept the pain.
“Let Mommy help, then.”
Her lips crush against mine, brutal and demanding, and I instantly yield, accepting her in. Letting her claim me, brand me as hers with the heat of her tongue sweeping into my mouth.
And when the second clamp closes around my nipple, she drinks the cries from my lips before lifting her head again.
“Poor little girl,” she murmurs, the tip of her tongue sliding up my cheek to swipe away the tears slipping from the corners of my eyes. “So fucking sweet. My perfect little baby.”
“P-perfect?” I hate myself for asking. For wanting—needing—her approval after everything she’s done to me.
“Yes, baby. You are absolutely perfect.” Lifting her head, she turns to look down my body to where Doctor D is still seated between my thighs. “Do you have anything for me to reward my babygirl for being so good for us, Doctor D?”
“Top drawer of the table where you got the clamps from,” he says with a nod. “I’m going to test her bottom while you… reward her.”
“Perfect.”
Turning away from the table, Catharina strides back over to the cabinet and opens the top drawer. Leaving me lying there, my brain and body both struggling to accept what’s happening to me.
And how much I’m clearly enjoying it.
Because Doctor D is right. I can feel my own arousal slipping down between my bottom cheeks, providing all the lubricant he needs as he pulls his fingers from my vagina and presses one against my tight bottom hole.
Just like when Catharina prepped me for my enema, I squeeze against the intrusion, but a sharp slap to my inner thigh startles me into relaxing enough to let him in.
“It’s very naughty to clench like that, Alexis.”
For reasons I can’t explain, the scolding tone in Doctor D’s voice brings fresh tears to my eyes. I shouldn’t care—I don’t care if he doesn’t approve of my behavior.
Except, clearly, I do.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Everything, apparently, because I don’t bother to fight when Catharina presses the buzzing cock in her hand to my clit, or when Doctor D finger-fucks my ass.
I only whimper and whine as the pleasure builds inside me, a coil wrapping tighter and tighter around itself as Catharina rolls the dildo over my swollen, aching pussy.
“That’s a good girl,” she praises as she slides the cock into between my lips to hit some magical spot inside me that makes my eyes cross with pleasure.
“Mommy, please,” I gasp out, arching up as much as I’m able. “Please, please, I need… I need…”
I need to fucking come. But the words themselves are too humiliating to admit out loud, so I settle for more whining as she slowly fucks me with the vibrating cock.
“Mommy knows just what you need, baby. Doctor D, she’s already had one of Mommy’s cocks in her bottom, so she should have no problem taking a second finger if you’d like.”
Burning pain as he stretches me even further, but the pain only makes me needier, only makes me whine louder, more sharply as she drives me toward my peak.
“There we go, my precious little imp. Are you going to show Doctor D how pretty you are when you come like this? With your pretty cunt and your cute bottom stuffed so full?”
Words are beyond me now, so I jerk my head up down, praying it’s enough for her to give me what I need.
And it is a need. We passed ‘want’ the moment she put those clamps on me. Now it’s need, desperate and clawing and aching as she fucks me harder, faster with the vibrator.
“That’s Mommy’s good little girl,” she croons. “Come for me, baby. Show Doctor D what a good girl you are.”
Her words shatter something inside me, and the next thing I know I’m screaming for her as I thrash against the table, my body on fire and my blood molten with pleasure.
It fills every inch of me, my toes curling with it as she uses the fake cock to draw out every last ounce of my sobbing, shuddering orgasm.
“Beautiful,” she murmurs, switching the vibrator off and pressing another soft kiss to my lips. “Beautiful. And so fucking perfect.”
My mouth curves up in a trembling smile. And for the first time in my life, I actually feel beautiful and perfect.
Because of her.