Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
She starts panting when he guides the stirrups gradually wider and angles them so that her knees are drawn up higher.
When Dankin removes her diaper, she whimpers. I set my hand between her breasts, but nothing will calm her fully. She’s about to experience things she can’t imagine.
Our bond is so powerful that she’s aroused from my touch. It’s frustrating her, but she can’t fight it.
Dankin examines her folds and then parts her lips. “She’s healing well from the claiming. You didn’t wash her out?” he asks, glancing at me.
“No. I didn’t come inside her. I left the remnants of my semen in her cunt and calmed her with several pricks to her pussy lips.”
Clara’s eyes are wide, her mouth gaping open. “Must you be so blunt?”
“This is our way, Little one.” I stroke the swell of her globes with my fingers. “My people are not bashful about sex. It’s a strange custom among humans. Everyone would be happier and healthier if they were more open about their sexual needs.”
She shakes her head. “How about we not talk about my private parts so much.”
Dankin applies lube to a speculum and eases it into my Little girl’s pussy.
She squirms, but I don’t detect pain in her, only embarrassment mixed with arousal, which is normal.
“Everything looks good. She’s healing quickly.”
I’m relieved.
When Dankin grabs a clear tube from the tray next to him and applies lubricant to the tip, I bend over and kiss my girl briefly. “The doctor is going to put a catheter in you now, Little one.”
Her breath hitches. “What? Why?” Her voice is high-pitched and filled with fear.
“He needs to empty your bladder, Baby girl. It’s not safe for you to hold your urine in. You haven’t wet yourself since you got here.”
She squirms and tugs on the restraints to no avail. “I can pee. I don’t need a catheter.”
“You could have,” I point out, “but you didn’t. Now you’ll wear the catheter until we’re ready to leave the mothership. I’ll take it out after you go into stasis. You won’t be able to control your bladder or your bowels during the trip, nor will you be able to control them at first when we arrive on Eleadia. By the time you can flex those muscles again, you will have learned to keep your diaper wet for me.”
She shakes her head. “No. Please, no. I’ll use the bathroom.”
“There are no bathrooms on my planet, Little one. We don’t have toilets like you’re used to. You will be diapered at all times, and I will take care of all your needs, including feeding you and changing you.”
She narrows her gaze and glares at me before suddenly gasping.
A glance down tells me why. Dankin is inserting the catheter. He slowly guides the little tube into her urethra until he finally stops.
I watch as urine runs out of my Baby girl and into a bag which he connects to the table between her legs.
Clara grits her teeth and turns her head away from me.
I hate that she’s angry, but like every other hurdle we’ve crossed, her reaction is expected and normal.
Dankin removes the speculum and picks up the object that will cause her next tantrum. He holds the cylinder up for her to see. “This is a rectal probe, Little one. I’m going to insert it into your bottom and hold it there for a few minutes so it can collect all kinds of data.”
She shakes her head. “No way. You can’t put that inside me. It’s too big, and we don’t do that on Earth. We don’t put things in our asses. Not for no good reason,” she argues loudly.
“We do on Eleadia, Little one,” I tell her. “Often. The probe acts as a thermometer as well as being able to detect oxygen levels, pulse, and several other pieces of data. You will learn to accept and enjoy having the probe inside your bottom often. In addition, the doctor will always examine your bottom with his fingers when we’re in the office. If needed, he will spread your rectum open to make sure the walls of your rectum are healthy.”
I’m oversharing for a few reasons. For one, I don’t see any reason to keep things from her. For another, I’d rather rip off the bandages now. All of them. So there will be few surprises later. And lastly, it’s impossible to ignore the spike in my girl’s arousal as I describe what she will endure.
Dankin lubes the tip of the probe before spreading her cheeks apart and rubbing the blunt end against her tight hole.
Clara cries out, arching and squirming, trying to get away from the inevitable.
I rub her tummy. “Relax your bottom, Baby girl.”
She shakes her head.
I bend over and kiss her. “Submit to Papi,” I command. “Be a good girl so Dankin can finish your exam and get that tumor out of you. I can’t fully relax until that is over.”