Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

Sara

I can't believe any of this is happening. I'm trying so hard to be brave and not argue with Papi or the doctor, but the giant probe the doctor is rubbing lubrication on looks like a wide curling iron. It seems far too big to fit inside my ass.

I tremble as Dankin spreads the lube directly on my puckered hole next, and I hold my breath when he lines the probe up with my rosebud. "Deep breath," he instructs. "Try to relax your rectum."

Easier said than done. I've never experienced anything remotely like this before. I try to breathe and end up panting. Even more nerve-wracking than the impending probe insertion is the fact that every time one of them touches me, my arousal increases.

More nerve-wracking than that? I'm aware Papi knows it. He can smell it. He's smiling. Can Dankin sense my arousal to the same extent as Papi? I don't want to ask, but he doesn't need to smell it. He can see it leaking out of me.

Dankin lines the probe up with my bottom and eases it into me. The stretch is tremendous, and I end up holding my breath.

"Sara…" Papi warns. When I don't respond, he pinches my nipple hard and holds it.

I gasp, blowing out a breath as I open my eyes to glare at him. "That hurts."

He pinches tighter and twists before releasing my achy bud. "Obey Papi."

His firm command does something to me. It makes me even wetter. I lick my lips. "Yes, Sir," I whisper, trying to relax my rectum as the doctor presses the probe deeper. It's so tight.

I can't control my breathing. To make things worse, Dankin keeps adjusting it, bringing attention to my sensitive rectal lining. I had no idea it could ever feel this good to have my ass penetrated until Papi did it to me earlier. He's making me crave things I've never considered.

When he slides his hand down from my chest to my pussy and strokes my clit, I nearly fly off the table. I would have if I hadn't been restrained by the straps around my legs, his grip on my wrists, and his palm against my pelvis.

"Papi," I hiss.

"I want you to learn to crave my attention in your bottom, Baby girl. It's also healthy for you to not dread going to the doctor. Eleadian Papis are very rigid about keeping tabs on their Little girls' health. I will take you for regular checkups far more frequently than you're accustomed to."

I moan because he's stroking my clit languidly while he speaks. It's difficult to follow his words.

He captures my swollen nub between his pointer and thumb and continues, "Your sexual health is just as important as every other aspect of your wellness. Our doctors will often bring you to orgasm to ensure your body is reacting appropriately to stimulation."

I gasp. Did I hear him correctly? A rush of arousal leaks out of me as I involuntarily clench my pussy.

Papi pinches my clit harder.

My eyes roll back as my entire body clenches, especially around the probe. I grip it with my ass, bucking out of control because I crave the sensation of the probe rubbing against my inner walls.

When Papi releases my clit and thrusts two fingers into my pussy, I cry out. A powerful orgasm consumes me, sending me spinning out of control. My body isn't mine. It's his. He's controlling me. And I like it.

Ignoring the embarrassment of reaching orgasm in front of the doctor, I keep my eyes closed as he removes the probe. I can't catch my breath, and Papi is still stroking inside my channel, his thumb rubbing my clit.

By the time he stops, I'm on the verge of another orgasm, and I whimper.

He removes his hand, leans over me, and kisses me briefly. "Such a good girl. I'm going to numb your thigh now so the doctor can draw some blood."

"Numb it how?" I barely manage to ask. I'm still reeling.

"With my quill. It has several uses. I can use it to make you deliriously horny, ease your pain, calm you, or even put you to sleep." He gives me another quick kiss before lowering down my body.

The next thing I know, he has a hold of my thigh, and he brings his mouth to the sensitive inner skin. He licks a spot and pierces it so fast I don't have time to react.

I lift my head, startled to notice that I can't feel a thing as the doctor inserts a needle into my inner thigh to draw a blood sample. Incredible. And so very strange.

"Now are we done?" I ask as I drop my head back and try to find my wits.

"Just one more procedure, Little one," Dankin informs me.

I take a deep breath. I can surely handle one more thing. "What's that, Sir?" I ask, curious again as he dips a swab into a jar of some kind of ointment. It looks like a Q-tip only the stick is longer.

He holds it with one hand and uses his other to secure my pelvis and part my folds. "Deep inhale, Little one." He gives me no warning about his intentions before he presses the swab into my urethra.

I wouldn't even know what that might feel like if he hadn't also put a catheter in me earlier.

I'm aware that the swab touches the entrance to my bladder a second later, pressing against the unwilling opening. He holds the narrow swab steady and looks at me. "I'm putting an anesthetic against the muscle at the entrance to your bladder. It will numb the muscle and prevent you from controlling your bladder for a while."

I sigh. He said he was going to do this when we started, but I didn't fully understand. I get it now. This will force me to wet myself. It's going to feel strange, and I'm not fond of the swab. I hope I won't be expected to endure this often. The only way I can keep from receiving this treatment is to keep my diapers wet. I hope I can find the will.

Finally, he removes the swab, spreads diaper cream all over my folds, and wraps me in a soft diaper. Whatever material they use for their diapers, it's amazing. We certainly don't have anything like it on Earth. I think their towels and blankets are made of the same soft fabric.

Papi releases my wrists as the doctor unfastens my legs.

I breathe a sigh of relief as Papi lifts me into his arms. He cradles me and covers my trembling body with the blanket.

Dankin pats my shoulder. "You can use the room across the hall to feed her another bottle while I clear her for travel. It shouldn't take too long. She's a healthy Little girl. I do want to be sure she wets herself before you put her into stasis. In a few hours, you should be on your way home."

Everything is surreal. I'm too stunned to react as Papi crosses the hall, settles in a rocking chair, and brings another bottle to my lips. I suck it eagerly because I find myself hungry and thirsty. The flavor is strange, but delicious. I'm glad I don't hate it.

My eyes droop as I suckle, and Papi has to jiggle me and encourage me several times to finish all of it.

I'm aware of only a few things as I drift off. One is the fact that I definitely peed myself; another is the pacifier Papi pops back into my mouth. He kisses my face a million times, murmuring about how much he loves me and how he's going to miss me while I'm sleeping.

It's hard to believe when I wake up I will be on another planet, but that's my last thought before I lose consciousness.