Chapter 12 #2
“Let me tell you something, Little one,” Thabo continues, “You’re not the first Little girl to express body issues.
Not even the first one who thinks she’s overweight.
Keep in mind that some Little girls suffer from exactly the opposite.
Some girls are underweight when they first arrive.
They’re just as self-conscious about people seeing their skinny bodies and horrified about exposing their small breasts.
I’ve had this exact opposite conversation with a number of newly arrived mates, Mercy.
Little girls who think their nipples are too tiny and their boobs too flat.
They’re so embarrassed. When you meet someone with underdeveloped breasts, what will you say to them? ”
I gasp. “I would never say a thing.”
“And you can rest assured they will not judge you for the size of your breasts either, Mercy.”
I sigh as I look away. His words are very kind, and they even make sense, but I’m still not convinced. He doesn’t understand how catty human women can be.
He gives my knees a squeeze before turning to my Papis. “Help her lie back.”
I don’t fight them as they stretch me out and restrain me. I’m growing used to it even though I don’t like it.
“Have you had intercourse yet?” Thabo asks while he palpates my stomach.
My face heats. These men have such frank discussions about sex. It’s so uncomfortable.
Kafran shakes his head. “No. We were waiting for you to give us the all-clear today. We did, however, penetrate her with our combined fingers in the middle of the night. There was a barrier, and we tore through it.”
“We also fingered her bottom,” Skarg adds.
I squeeze my eyes closed and purse my lips, wishing I could fall through a crack in the universe.
“Good. I’ll examine both to check for any tears.”
I’m strapped to the table, as usual, my arms above my head. I’m not the least bit surprised when the doctor restrains my legs open in stirrups. Nor am I shocked when he shines a bright light between my legs.
“I’m going to insert a speculum, Little one,” he informs me. “I want to test your elasticity. I’ll open the speculum as wide as you can tolerate so I can examine inside your channel as well and ensure you can easily take your Papis’ girths.”
I don’t respond. I might scream if one of my Papis makes me utter polite words. I’m too mortified to be polite and respectful. I’m not bothered by the insertion of the cold metal speculum, but I wince when I feel the device stretching me.
“Are you okay, Little one?” Thabo asks.
I nod, gritting my teeth. It doesn’t hurt. It’s just tight.
Finally, after what seems like an eon, he removes the stupid speculum. “Everything looks perfect. Entering her will cause her some pressure and possibly discomfort, but she’ll be fine after a minute.”
“Thank you,” Kafran says, “and her rectum?” Is it really necessary to remind the doctor to check my asshole?
Thabo removes the restraints from my legs. For a moment, I feel like maybe he’s going to forgo the humiliating task of examining my forbidden hole, but I’m not so lucky.
“Help her turn over onto her tummy,” he instructs.
My Papis don’t even unfasten my wrists to do so. The straps swivel around so that my arms easily switch places.
Thabo lifts my hips and puts some sort of wedge under me that leaves my forehead against the table and my bottom high in the air. The stupid wedge is unforgiving. It’s not a soft pillow. It’s a stiff sort of rubber. And a section of it extends between my legs, forcing them wide open.
I whimper as the doctor pulls a strap around my lower back and secures me tight. I can’t move a single inch.
“If you two will hold her bottom open for me, it will make it easier for me to examine her.”
“Of course,” Kafran says right before they both pull a cheek, separating them and exposing my anus.
I’m panting from the humiliation and embarrassment. The most mortifying part of all this is that my pussy is dripping wet. I can’t stop it. The strap around my waist pushes me to a higher level of arousal. There’s no hiding my plight from my Papis. I’m sure the doctor will somehow find out, too.
“Deep breaths, Mercy,” Thabo instructs. “I’m going to use a similar speculum to open your rectum now. It will be easier if you don’t clench down.”
I hold my breath while he inserts another metal device into me, this time in the ickiest part of my entire body.
Kafran and Skarg each hold my cheeks open with one hand while their other hands are on my thighs, bracing me.
I cry out when the doctor begins to open the stupid speculum.
“Are you in any pain, Little one?” Thabo asks.
“No,” I shout. “I’m embarrassed. Please stop. I don’t care if there are cuts. I’m fine.”
Thabo’s voice is very calm as he says, “Why don’t you inject her with a mild sedative. If you do it near the entrance to her rectum, it will help me examine her and cause her to relax at the same time.”
I shake my head at the suggestion. “No. Please, Papi, no,” I plead.
My words are in vain. Everyone ignores me. Skarg leans over my tight hole, licks me several times near the puckered entrance, and then lowers his quill into my tender flesh.
I scream. It hurts, and I’m pissed off. Fighting against my restraints is futile, but I do it anyway. “Please… No.”
Kafran strokes the top of my head. “Shhh. Deep breaths, Little one. Medical exams are not optional. You’ll feel calmer in a moment when the serum takes effect.”
I hate that he’s right. My heart rate slows as my body relaxes. In addition, my ass stops pulsing from the pressure. I can’t feel as much sensation down there. He numbed me with his serum. I wasn’t even aware numbing was a third use of that quill.
I assume there could come a day when I’ll be grateful that my Papis have the ability to numb my skin. What if I need stitches or break an arm or something. They can dull the hurt in no time. That’s assuming they haven’t both had a heart attack from me getting injured.
I’m marginally aware of Thabo opening my bottom up wider. I can see the flashes of light as he adjusts a lamp, which tells me he’s exploring the inside of my rectum. Two minutes ago, I was totally humiliated, but the serum has dulled my ability to react normally to this invasive process.
My bottom is numb, and my brain is calmer. Darn them. I don’t like being manipulated.
Eventually the doctor removes the speculum. “Do you intend to breach her rectum later today?”
“Yes,” my Papis say in unison.
“Then I suggest you let me insert a thick phallic plug. It will help her body adjust around the girth, making it easier for you to enter her with one of your shafts later.”
I tug against the restraints. I may be slightly altered, but I’m not so sedated or numb to not realize I certainly don’t want any sort of phallic device pushed into my bottom and left there.
Skarg responds, “Great idea. Dankin suggested using toys to stretch her rectum, but we haven’t addressed that yet.”
Ugh. Again, if I were a violent person, and if I had the use of my arms, I would slap him.
Lube is applied to my entrance, and then I feel the pressure of something I assume is rubber. Thabo eases it slowly past the barrier of muscles, forcing my ass to open and accept the giant dildo. I can’t even see it, but I know what it is. I can picture it in my mind.
It feels like it’s five inches wide, though I know that can’t be true.
I’m panting as one of my Papis takes over, slowly guiding the dildo in and out of me, gradually going deeper. I think it’s Kafran because a minute later, Skarg shifts at my side and brings his free hand under me to stroke my pussy.
I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips as pleasure consumes me. I’m bombarded with sensations. I shouldn’t enjoy any of them. Restraints, exposure, pressure in my bottom, humiliation… And now pleasure being forced upon my pussy.
“Papi…” I plead. My begging is useless. No one pays attention to me.
“You need to orgasm for the doctor, Baby girl,” Skarg informs me.
I should have seen this coming. It happened while we were still on the mothership.
They made me come in front of Dankin. They even warned me they would do so every time I visit the doctor here at the clinic.
But I blacked that detail out because the thought of it was more than my modest mind could handle.
And here we are. I couldn’t be more exposed, more humiliated, or more aroused.
“Such a good girl,” Kafran praises. “Show Thabo how pretty you are when you come, Little one.” He pushes the dildo in deeper, the stretch tremendous.
When Skarg enters my pussy with a finger, I lift my head and cry out my release. It’s unimaginable that I’m doing so while someone else watches, but it happens anyway because apparently I’m some sort of nymphomaniac.
I’m barely aware of my surroundings as I float down from my high. My Papis gently lift me, remove the wedge, and lower me onto my back, while I keep my eyes closed and focus on breathing.
“I have one more question,” Skarg says.
I grit my teeth, wondering what now?
I can’t see Thabo, but I assume he nods before Skarg continues, “Is it possible to give her too much stimulant? We’re concerned about times we both prick her skin.”
“No. You can’t hurt her, but you might be exhausted from servicing her,” he teases.
My face shouldn’t even be capable of heating further at this point, but it does.