Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 33048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Ignoring me, as if I’m not bucking and writhing, Dr. Pedersen stands and pulls a strap across my hips, anchoring my torso. He speaks to Noah while he tightens the restraint. “The same holds true for her bowel movements. The formula will force her to be regular, but I find most Littles adjust better if you give them a suppository every morning. She’ll empty her bowels about fifteen minutes later whether she wants to or not until her body adjusts and does so on its own.”
“Got it,” Noah responds.
I give an experimental tug on my wrists, but all that does is cause Brian to firm his grip.
What I’m learning is that these doctor visits are intense and serious. I’m meant to squirm. These dominant men will do whatever it takes to make sure all my boundaries are pushed.
When Dr. Pedersen returns to his stool, he addresses me. “When was your last period, Little one?”
I try to focus. “I get the shots that last three months. I haven’t had a period for a few years.”
“Good. I’ll request those records from your regular doctor on the mainland so we can keep you on schedule.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I murmur. This part of the conversation is almost normal.
He parts my folds again, leaning in. “Have you had vaginal intercourse, Amelia?”
My face heats again. “Yes, Sir,” I whisper. It’s an awkward thing to discuss in front of the man I will hopefully be having sex with soon, but it’s a conversation I would have had with him eventually. I look at him. “It’s been about a year since I broke up with my last boyfriend.”
“What about anal sex, Little one?” the doctor asks. “Have you had anything inserted in your bottom before?”
I shake my head and squeeze my tight hole. “No, Sir.”
Dr. Pedersen pulls a rolling cart over and reaches for a speculum. That’s one of the few things I recognize on the cart. “You’ll feel a little pressure as I open your vagina, Little one. Try to relax.”
It’s cold as it slides in, but it doesn’t hurt. I’ve had vaginal exams before. He opens me up and swabs inside me, but instead of removing the speculum, he leaves it in place and reaches for a strange metal rod.
He shows it to me. “This is called a sounding tool, Amelia. I’m going to insert it in your urethra to find out how tight it is.”
I hold my breath as he slides the rod into me. It feels so foreign, and it’s so close to my clit that I find myself more aroused than before.
Dr. Pedersen eases it in and out several times, stimulating me before he finally removes it. My relief is short-lived, though, because he picks up a tube next. “This is a catheter, Little one. It will penetrate your bladder so I can get a urine sample.”
I bite my lip as he inserts the tube. It goes deeper, and I flinch when it pushes into my bladder. A second later, urine runs out of me into a metal bowl. It’s loud in the room, undoubtedly also intended to embarrass me. It’s working.
I breathe out a sigh of relief when the doctor finally removes both the tube and the speculum. He stands and palpates my tummy next.
Noah moves his hand up to cup one of my breasts, thumbing my nipple as if that’s not weird at all.
“I’m going to examine your bottom now, Little one.”
That makes me whimper. I’m not excited by the prospect, but it won’t do me any good to argue, so I purse my lips.
Dr. Pedersen squeezes a lot of lube onto his fingers, rubs my tight hole, and then holds my pelvis down while he slides a finger into me.
My eyes roll back at the sensation. It’s so naughty and shockingly arousing. My lips tremble.
Noah pinches my nipple. “You’re doing so well, Amelia. Don’t fight it. Let it feel good.”
The doctor eases his finger in and out before adding another one.
I gasp and cry out.
Noah switches hands, palming my breast with the other while sliding his fingers down to my pussy. He strokes my clit. “You can come now, Baby girl. Show me how pretty you are when you orgasm.”
I knew he would make me come on the table, but I didn’t expect it to be while the doctor fingered my bottom. I can’t breathe. I’m bombarded by sensations that are intensified by the way I’m being restrained and forced to orgasm.
I want to come so badly. There’s no way I can stop it. The doctor scissors his fingers in my naughty hole while Noah rubs my clit faster. I need him to thrust into my vagina. “Please…” I beg.
“You’ll learn to come when I tell you to, Amelia. I’m not going to fill your cunt right now. I want you to have an anal orgasm.” He rubs faster. “I choose how and when you get release. Come on the doctor’s fingers. I want to feel your clit throbbing.”