Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Dankin fiddles with the catheter when my urine stops flowing. He doesn’t remove it, though.
“I’m going to clamp the catheter off near her urethra and cut the tubing so that a few inches are left.” He removes the speculum that’s holding my vagina open wide. “My advice would be to leave the catheter inserted until she’s in stasis. She’s stubborn. There’s no sense fighting with her about wetting her diaper in the few hours you have left before departure. When I’m done examining her, I’ll open the tube, and you can let her pee run out naturally to saturate her diaper for the last few hours.”
Papi nods agreement. Damn him.
“I’m sure you know this, but after you arrive at home, she will have no ability to control her bladder for the first few weeks. As she regains muscle control, you might need to readdress her stubbornness. Let the doctor at home know that he might need to catheterize her at that time until she gives up the fight. I wouldn’t suggest letting her go more than an hour without wetting herself. It’s not healthy. She can be stubborn about a lot of things, and you can discipline her accordingly until she complies, but taking her bottles without fuss and filling her diapers are matters of health.”
Papi nods again. “Got it.”
I’m overwhelmed. I feel like I might float out of my body.
Dankin continues, “Since I’ve mentioned bottles. Make sure she sticks to the schedule upon arrival, too. No skipped meals. No half-finished bottles. Stubborn Little girls sometimes need coaxing for that, too. I’ll give you a small clamp in case you need it. Even when you first arrive and she has no mobility, do not hesitate to use the clamp to coerce her to eat. It’s easy and effective. I’ve never heard of a single Little holding out more than a few seconds after they’re introduced to the clamp.”
Clamp? I can’t keep up. I’m still reeling from the suggestion that Papi might make me wear a catheter to force me to pee. What is this clamp they’re talking about?
The doctor turns around, opens a drawer, and returns a moment later. This time he’s at my side. He holds up the strange device, showing it to Papi before he grabs my breast and holds it tight, squeezing, forcing my nipple to pucker and protrude.
Dankin glances at me. “I’m going to show your Papi how to put the clamp on your little titty, Baby girl. It will burn. I will only leave it a few seconds this time.”
I want to protest, but my jaw won’t move. I don’t even blink. I think my heart stops as he lowers the evil device toward my nipple.
The doctor speaks to Papi. “You can easily do this with one hand if you need. Lower it over her titty until it touches the areola. Push the button on the side. It will suck her bud in sharply and clamp down on it.” A second later, the doctor does just that.
I scream in pain. It hurts so badly.
The doctor lets go of it, leaving it gripping my nipple. “It will release itself in two minutes, at which time, you can move it to the other titty and switch back and forth until she’s compliant.”
I gasp as the doctor releases the barbaric torture device. I’m pretty sure it hurts worse coming off, and I glance down to see if my nipple is still attached to my breast. It’s swollen and red and angry.
The doctor hands the device to Papi, who sticks it in his pocket. “The only problem with the clamp is that a certain percentage of Littles love the bite of pain. In which case, they tend to be intentionally disagreeable in order to get what they crave. If that happens, you can switch tactics. Let her experience the clamp or even spankings in exchange for good behavior. If she finishes her bottle, let her wear it for two minutes on each side or even use it on her clit.”
Papi nods.
I’m so out of body. This can’t be happening.
Dankin moves down between my legs, leaving my aching titty feeling needy. Surely I won’t be the kind of Little he’s talking about. That’s ludicrous. And wait… I’m not even Little at all.
“You’re doing so well, Ava,” Dankin praises. “Two more tests and then we’re done. First, I’m going to draw some blood.” He swipes a cold alcohol swab on my inner thigh before holding it tightly with one hand.
I’m not at all sure what he’s planning until there’s suddenly a needle in my leg. It’s over so fast that I don’t have time to protest. Why would he draw my blood from my inner thigh?
Next, he holds up a strange device that looks like a wide curling iron. “This is a probe, Little one. It’s not something you have on Earth. It’s a highly advanced piece of medical technology. It will take your temperature and record all kinds of things happening in your body. Anytime you go to the doctor on Eleadia, he will use one of these to record information.”