Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Mercy
This is the most surreal experience of my life.
I feel like I’m floating out of myself. I’ve spent most of my life hiding my body from view.
I’ve always been chubby. My grandmother was the only person who thought I was beautiful just the way I am.
She used to say that God made me this size, and I should embrace it.
We aren’t all born with the same metabolism.
I could either accept that I’m not tall and model skinny or spend my life fighting a losing battle to please other people.
Lord knows I’m healthy. My mother-in-law saw to it that I was served meals that kept me on a strict diet. I’m not a picky eater, so I didn’t mind fresh vegetables and fruits, but dieting has never caused me to lose weight.
A few years ago, I started referring to my mother-in-law in my head as “That Bitch.” All she ever did was nag and complain. I rarely came out of my suite of rooms so I wouldn’t have to face her. And I certainly didn’t want to face Fredrick. It was easier to sequester myself.
The problem was That Bitch was constantly accusing me of sneaking food.
She also blamed her staff for smuggling treats in to me.
It wasn’t true. Yes, I sometimes got my hands on something tasty, but for the most part, I’m living proof that dieting doesn’t work for everyone, and eating healthy doesn’t equal being skinny.
Skarg threads his fingers with mine at my side. “Mercy has been verbally abused for years. She has body image issues as a result.”
The doctor frowns. “Humans are so cruel,” he mutters.
I manage a small chuckle. If he even knew the half of it.
Somehow I manage to sit still while Dankin goes through the normal routine of a well-woman checkup, looking in my eyes, nose, ears, and throat. I grit my teeth as he moves his stethoscope around my chest.
He doesn’t make a comment about my weight. That’s new. Most doctors tell me right off the bat that I need to lose some pounds. Though it’s possible my mother-in-law put them up to saying that to me. After all, she’s the one who always brought doctors to me. I never went to them.
I hope I can shake memories of That Bitch from my head soon. I’d hate to spend decades letting her take up real estate.
“Help her lie back for me,” Dankin says. “Have you used restraints on her yet?”
Kafran nods. “Yes. We strapped her wrists to the sides of the basin when we bathed her, but we’ve also held her down several times.”
“Does she experience a physical reaction to either or both?”
“Yes,” Skarg adds. “Both.”
“That’s normal. Go ahead and restrain her wrists above her head for me.”
My breath hitches as my Papis stretch my body out on the exam table, drawing my arms up and then cuffing them like they did in the basin. A rush of arousal causes me to whimper and press my knees together as best I can around the bulky diaper. I don’t want the doctor to know how affected I am.
Dankin nods toward Skarg. “Trade places with me.” He moves to my side as Skarg switches so he’s standing at the foot of the table.
Dankin glances at Kafran. “Have either of you pierced her anywhere besides her fingers yet?”
“Yes. We’ve pricked her nipples, giving her a slight aphrodisiac.”
The doctor starts palpating my breasts. “I assume you’ve also allowed her to reach orgasm?”
“Yes. A few times,” Kafran confirms.
My face heats. Why must these three men talk about my orgasms? How embarrassing. Doctors on Earth don’t discuss sexuality so bluntly. Or maybe they do if a patient has questions, but not for no good reason.
By the time he’s done feeling all around my breast, I’m holding my breath to keep from reacting. I shouldn’t be aroused from a doctor’s visit. He moves his attention to my nipple, pinching and pulling on it until my lips part and I moan.
“Her reaction to stimulation is normal,” he comments as he switches to my other breast, tormenting it equally. By the time he’s done touching my boobs, I’m trembling with need.
Until tonight, I’ve never felt arousal from any stimulus—human or otherwise.
I’ve never been so attracted to any man that I got tingly or wet between my legs.
I’ve never experienced hard nipples. In addition, I’ve never before touched myself in a way that would make me feel the things I’ve felt tonight.
The doctor pulls something out from the side of the table, and I panic when he lifts my leg to set it in what I realize is a stirrup. “What are you doing?”
Kafran moves closer to my head and smooths a hand over my hair. “Relax, Little one. Dankin is going to examine the rest of you now.”
I arch and whimper as he secures my leg in several places before doing the same to my other leg.
With the push of a button somewhere, the stirrups move, and I’m spread even wider.
I know the next thing that will happen is the removal of my diaper.
For the first time since my Papis put it on me, I’m wishing I could keep wearing it. It’s a barrier.
But that’s not what happens. Of course.
Kafran sets a hand on my chest, his fingers stroking my boobs.
Skarg palms my inner thigh.
Dankin removes my diaper swiftly, leaving me more exposed than I’ve ever been in my life. He pulls over a rolling cart, and without a word, he cleans my skin with a soft cloth.
I flinch when I hear a small pop and lift my head to see him holding a tube of cream or something. “What’s that?”
“Manners, Little one…” Kafran warns. “Just relax. The doctor is going to spread this ointment on your pussy. It will remove your hair.”
I gasp. “Why?”
Skarg squeezes my thigh. “It’s not safe for Little girls to have pubic hair. It traps moisture and can make you prone to infections. You only need to have this treatment done once. The hair won’t grow back.”
I stare at him in shock as the doctor spreads the cream all over my folds. It’s going to permanently remove my hair? My heart races.
“Prick her skin,” Dankin advises in a gentle voice.
Kafran shocks me when he leans over and takes one of my nipples into his mouth. At the suggestion, I’d expected him to nick my fingers not my nipple. Instead, he sucks hard on my swollen bud before injecting me with his serum.
In seconds, I feel calmer but also frustrated. He’s manipulating me. I don’t like it. And the fact that he can do so makes my nipples tingly—not just the one he pierced.
Skarg strokes the sensitive skin inches from my pussy, causing me to squirm with need.
I try to think of anything that will keep me from feeling this intense arousal, but I’m failing. I’m restrained and spread wide open. The fact that these men can do anything to me even if I don’t want them to makes me so horny it’s hard not to moan.
After several minutes, Dankin wipes away the cream, taking my hair with it. “There we go,” he comments. “That will feel so much better inside your diapers. Have you ever had a pelvic exam, Little one?”
I shake my head.
“Manners,” Kafran reminds me again.
“No, Sir,” I whisper, shuddering. This submissiveness they’re demanding of me also makes me tingle.
“Good girl.”
Gah, his praise adds to my plight. I can’t seem to control my body’s reactions to everyone’s words. It’s madness.
Dankin parts my folds. “Has anything ever been inserted in your cunt, Little one?”
Did he just refer to my vagina as my cunt? Yes. Yes, he did. And he used that word nonchalantly as if it were a medical term. I swallow. “No, Sir,” I murmur.
“Nothing at all? Tampons? Fingers? Vibrators? Dildos?”
“No, Sir.” I shake my head as my face heats. I’m twenty years old and completely ignorant of such things. I watch television, so I know about a lot of things from commercials, but my mother-in-law only ever provided me with pads when I had my period.
Even if I’d wanted to experiment with my sexuality, there is no way in hell I would have touched myself while living in that house. I would have been too afraid of getting caught. Personal boundaries were not a thing That Bitch cared about.
Dankin holds up a clear tube, making me flinch. “It’s just a catheter, Little one. I’m going to push the tube up into your little pee-pee hole so I can get a urine sample. It won’t hurt. It will only feel strange.”
I purse my lips. It seems futile to argue with him. All I would accomplish is getting reprimanded from one or both of my Papis.
Dankin applies pressure to my pelvis, steadying me so he can insert the tube. His fingers inadvertently pull back on the hood of my clit, exposing it to the air and making me whimper.
I can feel every inch of the tube going into me. It’s not a sensation I ever expected to experience. It’s odd and erotic at the same time, maybe because it’s so close to my clit.
When pee starts running out of me, all the blood leaves my face. I’m mortified by the sound it makes as it drips into a collection cup. Why didn’t he use a bag or something quieter and less obvious?
Arousal is dripping out of me. I’m so horny. He can see how affected I am, which is also embarrassing. As my bladder continues to empty, the doctor slides one finger over my clit, stroking it.
I cry out. I’m going to come. I can’t stop my body from reacting to his touch.
Kafran drags his thumb over my nipple and then pinches it. “Don’t fight it, Little one. Your sexual wellbeing is as important as any other aspect of your health. Dankin needs to make sure you react appropriately to stimulation, but he also needs to observe you having an orgasm.”
Is he serious?
I would shoot Kafran a glare, but my vision is blurred, and I close my eyes, unable to stop the wash of need that’s consuming me.
Skarg slides his hands closer to my pussy and strokes between my folds. “Let it go, Baby girl. Show Dankin how pretty you are when you come.”
At his command, I tip over the edge, my orgasm so powerful that I scream as my pussy clenches down over and over.