Chapter 6 #2
I’m panting as Papi does the same to my other leg.
They don’t just situate my legs in the device.
They also wrap straps around my legs in three places.
I’m so embarrassed I want to fall through a crack in the floor.
I’d be willing to be ejected into space so I could float away. That’s how mortified I am.
It’s not my nudity that has me flustered. It’s the fact that wetness is dripping out of my pussy. I’m certain Papi is aware. He can smell it. Can Dankin scent my arousal, too?
The doctor pulls me toward the end of the table a few inches before pressing a button somewhere that causes my legs to spread open far wider. Obscenely wide.
He puts on gloves and then holds up a tube of something and squeezes a lot of it onto his finger before spreading the white cream all over my pussy and down to my rectum.
“That needs to sit for several minutes, Little one,” Dankin informs me.
“What is it?” I ask.
Papi pats my breast. “It’s going to remove the hair from your pussy, Little one. From now on your skin will be smooth and free of hair.”
“Why?” I hate how much calmer I feel. I know I should be in a total panic, but I’m not because of Papi’s quill.
“Remember your manners, Little one,” he warns.
I swallow. “Sorry, Papi.” My body trembles as I submit to him. I can’t help myself. It’s innate.
“Good girl. Your curls would trap moisture in your diaper and cause you to get an infection, Little one.”
I purse my lips, hoping I’m actually still asleep and my pleasant dream has turned into a nightmare because the alternative is too hard to accept.
Papi keeps stroking my breasts, his long fingers teasing skin I had no idea would ever be so sensitive.
It seems we’re waiting for the cream to remove my hair, and while we wait Papi is making it very difficult to focus.
His touch is causing my nipples to harden further and my pussy to throb.
All I can think about is how much I wish he would touch my nipples again. He’s avoiding them. Intentionally?
Finally the doctor uses a wet cloth to wipe between my legs. It feels so strange, and that sensation intensifies as the hair completely disappears. I’m so much more naked now, spread wide and exposed.
My pussy is swollen and tingly. A sense of desperation overwhelms me. I need to be touched. I don’t even care which one of them touches me as long as someone does.
Dankin parts my folds with his thumbs, leaning in to examine me closer. “Everything looks healthy. Have you given her an orgasm?”
I squeeze my eyes closed, mortification consuming me.
Papi answers, “Yes. She’s very responsive.”
“Good. Arousal is dripping out of her. That’s normal.
A good majority of human females I’ve examined have reacted strongly to being restrained and exposed.
Many have lived a very repressed life. Humans by and large aren’t open about sex.
Often they don’t express their needs. Many find it easier to orgasm when they feel like they don’t have a choice.
She may overcome that, or she might always respond stronger when you restrain her. ”
I can hear the doctor, but it’s like I’m floating out of my body. It’s incomprehensible for these two men to speak so frankly about my sexuality.
He pulls the hood back from my clit and air suddenly touches the sensitive bud, making me suck in a breath. He touches it with something cold, metal I think, causing me to hiss.
I peek at Papi to find him leaning over to look as Dankin comments, “Her clitoris is appropriately pink, wet, and swollen. It’s large enough when she’s fully aroused that it will push the hood back on its own.”
“Is that okay?”
“Yes. It’s perfectly normal. Some females need the hood pulled back. For others the flap of skin retracts on its own, either because the hood is smaller or their clitoris swells larger.”
My body is trembling as though I’m cold. I’m certainly not cold. I’m simply embarrassed beyond belief.
Dankin lowers his voice even though I can still hear him. “If you ever consider having her clit pierced, she should be a candidate for either piercing the sensitive bud itself or the hood. A piercing through the hood would most likely cause her clit to remain unprotected and exposed all the time.”
“And that’s safe, too?” Papi asks.
My ears are ringing. What the hell are they talking about?
Piercing my clit? That’s insane. I don’t even have pierced ears.
My father wouldn’t allow it. And that thought nearly makes me laugh out loud.
My father isn’t here. I can get my ears pierced if I want.
I could also get my clit pierced. It’s my life.
Why have I let that man control me for so long? Oh, right. I needed his financial support to get through college. Even though he believes I would have moved back into his house and lived under his control after graduation, I had solid plans in motion to ensure that would not have happened.
I’m not a cusser. I’ve never said the F word in my entire life. I’ve only thought it on rare occasions, but right now, the fact that I went to Club Zoom and ended up claimed by a giant Eleadian male feels like a solid fuck you to my controlling father.
There’s no way I’d ever get anything but my ears pierced, but I could, and that’s what matters.
I realize Dankin is speaking again. He’s touching my labia now.
“Perfectly safe. Some Papis gradually add piercings along the inner and outer labia in addition to in or around the clitoris. When you meet with Ekert, the jeweler, he will be able to advise you more specifically. I’ve been in communication with him more recently so that I can learn how to identify what types of piercings will be possible when each female comes through my office.
It helps you plan ahead. What you want to consider is how sensitive your Little girl is.
If she’s overly aroused most of the time already, piercing her clit or labia might be too stimulating and make it difficult for her to sleep or focus when she’s awake. ”
I think I’m going to faint. I realize that not only does this discussion not involve me, but I’m not going to have a say in this matter now or later. I have mixed feelings about that revelation.
On the one hand, it infuriates me to think that Papi intends to make choices for me without my input. On the other hand, darn the doctor but taking away my ability to make my own decisions does indeed increase my arousal.
And the weirdest part—Papi knows this fact. He’s obviously scenting me. He knows exactly when my pussy clenches with need and what was said or done to cause my reactions.
Dankin rises, and I watch him pull over a rolling tray. I don’t know what’s on it because it’s covered with a cloth, and he situates it near my foot, making it impossible for me to see the contents when he reveals them.
“Can you hold her steady? Press your palm against her pelvis to keep her from squirming and hold her folds open with your fingers.”
What? Why? I try to jerk my hips to buck Papi’s hand from my tummy but he’s too strong. When I lift my head, I can barely see what’s happening. Dankin is holding some sort of tube.
He glances at me. “Just relax, Little one. This isn’t going to hurt. It’s called a catheter. I’m going to slide it up into your bladder to release your urine.”
My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. He’s already inserting the tube. It feels so strange as he eases it into my body. Suddenly I feel relief as my bladder empties. I don’t know where it’s going. There’s no sound. Thank goodness. But now I don’t feel the intense urge to pee.
“I’m going to leave it in for a while,” Dankin informs Papi.
“When I’m finished with her exam, it will continue to drain into her diaper until you’re ready to leave the ship.
It will help her get used to the feeling of wearing a wet diaper.
When you get home and visit the clinic, let Chadka and Thabo know that she might need a catheter reinsertion.
It’s not uncommon. Plenty of Little girls are stubborn about using a diaper at first. Until she stops fighting you on that issue, it’s best to force her to wet herself. ”
I stare at the ceiling, stunned. There are no words. As the doctor moves from topic to topic, discussing my most intimate body parts so clinically, I feel numb. Totally out of my body.
I’m not remotely surprised when he switches to discussing my rectum and my bowel movements. Equally mortified but not shocked. I clench my cheeks as tight as I can, but there’s no stopping him from pushing a finger up inside my bottom.
“Occasionally it’s necessary to insert a rectal catheter if a Little girl is particularly stubborn about keeping her bowels empty. Let them know at the clinic if that becomes an issue, too.”
His finger is so huge. It feels like it’s three inches thick inside a hole that has always been exit only. It’s frustrating, especially since the doctor is unlocking nerve endings I didn’t even know I had inside my bottom.
“Go ahead and rub her clit,” Dankin instructs. “It will help for her to learn that the inside of her bottom and her urethra are both sensitive, and touching them can cause arousal.”
There’s no time to protest. Papi strokes my clit immediately, causing me feel even more aroused than I have previously. I can’t stop the growing need to come. It’s building so fast. My bottom clenches the doctor’s finger, and my pee hole grips the tube.
Papi pinches my clit over and over until the pressure is bigger than I can contain, and I reach my peak, coming so hard that I cry out. My voice echoes off the walls, and I don’t even care. They wanted me to orgasm. Fine. I did.