“I’m going to examine your rectum now, Mags. Deep breath.” He slides a finger up into my tight forbidden hole before I fully process his words.
I clench around him, whimpering. I want him to stop, but I don’t think arguing will help. Once again squeezing my eyes closed, I purse my lips while Dankin prods around in my bottom.
Finally he eases his finger out. “Her rectum is healthy. You’ll want to stretch her often, though. I don’t ordinarily recommend penetration until Little girls have been on Eleadia for about two weeks and have regained their full strength and mobility, but in this case, I think it would be beneficial to start working on her bottom as soon as she has her speech back. You want her to be able to verbalize if she experiences discomfort, but her anal muscles need a lot of stretching before she can take either of you into her bottom.”
My breath hitches as I finally realize what he’s referring to. Anal sex. I shouldn’t be surprised. There are two of them. They’ll want to fuck both my holes. I’m going to die of mortification.
Nanish kisses my forehead. “We’ll take care of you, Baby girl. In every way. Don’t worry.”
Worry? What I’m experiencing isn’t worry. It’s shear panic at levels he can’t begin to grasp. I haven’t even had a man in myvagina, let alone my bottom, and I’m positive these two Papis who have so totally claimed me as their own have much larger male appendages than any man on Earth.
Dankin holds up a long, thick metal rod. “I’m going to slide this probe into your bottom, Little one. It will collect all kinds of data for me.”
I purse my lips again as he covers the probe with lube and lines it up with my puckered hole. My lips part, and I whine as it enters me. “I don’t like it, Papi,” I whisper, looking at Bamgin.
“It needs to stay inside you for a few minutes, Baby girl. This is the most comprehensive tool we have on Eleadia. The doctors will always use it to gather data when we visit the clinic.”
Dankin slides it in deeper, making it feel like I’m going to be impaled up to my throat. I saw it. It wasn’t that long, but it seems like it now as it keeps going and going, stretching my bottom so wide.
“Papi,” I whine again, turning toward Nanish this time.
He’s supporting my braced leg. “You’re doing so well, Mags. Just a few more minutes.”
My lips tremble. I might start crying. I’ve been bombarded with too many foreign ideas for the last several hours. I can’t take anymore. I’m exhausted and emotional.
Bamgin lowers his head to my chest, gently suckles my sore nipple, and then pierces it with his maddening quill.
I buck futilely, frustrated with the way these men dominate me, but as expected, my body and mind calm a few seconds later, his serum doing its job.
Even though it’s only been a few minutes, it seems like an hour before the doctor removes the stupid probe. “Good girl,” he says as he sets the wand thingy on his tray. “One more item. This is a body scanner. You won’t feel a thing. It will hover over you and tell me everything I need to know about your insides, including exactly what needs to be done to your knee.”
I’m incredibly skeptical, but there’s nothing I can do but lie here.
Dankin sets the scanner down and carefully removes my leg brace. “Your Papis tell me this accident was a week ago, is that right?”
“Yes, Sir,” I manage. “Don’t you need to know more details?”
“No, Little one. It doesn’t even matter what the doctors have told you or how they’d planned to treat you. My medical skills and abilities are far superior. Whatever is torn or damaged, I will repair completely. You’ll be fully healed long before you arrive on Eleadia. When you regain your strength, you’ll be able to walk on this leg like nothing ever happened.”
I blink several times. “Will I be able to play basketball again?”
Dankin glances at Nanish and then Bamgin. I don’t like his reaction.
I look at Bamgin. “Papi?” This is the first time in a week I’ve been given hope that I could play again. What aren’t they telling me?
Bamgin strokes my cheek. “We don’t have basketball on our planet, Little one,” he informs me gently.
I gasp. “What? Why?” Tears gather in the corners of my eyes. Even though I’ve known my career was over for a week, I never once truly believed I would never play again, at least recreationally. Shoot hoops. Move around a court. Maybe some three-on-three with other women for fun.No basketball?
“It’s just not something we do there, Baby girl,” Nanish says. “I’m so sorry. But your knee will be totally healed. You’ll never have to worry about walking or even running around in safe places like the grassy park.”
I frown at him. His last words make no sense. Safe places? Are there unsafe places to run on Eleadia?
Dankin releases my leg from the stirrup and straightens both legs out on the extended table again, leaving some space between them. “Hold still for me, Mags.” He holds up the scanner and slowly moves it up my good leg and over the rest of my body before easing down my bum leg. He hovers for a while above my knee, angling the scanner to the left and right.
When he’s done, he turns toward the counter and opens up what looks like a fancy computer.
I shift my attention to Nanish. “Can I have the blanket back, please, Papi?”
