“That’s normal. Go ahead and restrain her wrists above her head for me.”
My breath hitches as my Papis stretch my body out on the exam table, drawing my arms up and then cuffing them like theydid in the basin. A rush of arousal causes me to whimper and press my knees together as best I can around the bulky diaper. I don’t want the doctor to know how affected I am.
Dankin nods toward Skarg. “Trade places with me.” He moves to my side as Skarg switches so he’s standing at the foot of the table.
Dankin glances at Kafran. “Have either of you pierced her anywhere besides her fingers yet?”
“Yes. We’ve pricked her nipples, giving her a slight aphrodisiac.”
The doctor starts palpating my breasts. “I assume you’ve also allowed her to reach orgasm?”
“Yes. A few times,” Kafran confirms.
My face heats. Why must these three men talk about my orgasms? How embarrassing. Doctors on Earth don’t discuss sexuality so bluntly. Or maybe they do if a patient has questions, but not for no good reason.
By the time he’s done feeling all around my breast, I’m holding my breath to keep from reacting. I shouldn’t be aroused from a doctor’s visit. He moves his attention to my nipple, pinching and pulling on it until my lips part and I moan.
“Her reaction to stimulation is normal,” he comments as he switches to my other breast, tormenting it equally. By the time he’s done touching my boobs, I’m trembling with need.
Until tonight, I’ve never felt arousal from any stimulus—human or otherwise. I’ve never been so attracted to any man that I got tingly or wet between my legs. I’ve never experienced hard nipples. In addition, I’ve never before touched myself in a way that would make me feel the things I’ve felt tonight.
The doctor pulls something out from the side of the table, and I panic when he lifts my leg to set it in what I realize is a stirrup. “What are you doing?”
Kafran moves closer to my head and smooths a hand over my hair. “Relax, Little one. Dankin is going to examine the rest of you now.”
I arch and whimper as he secures my leg in several places before doing the same to my other leg. With the push of a button somewhere, the stirrups move, and I’m spread even wider. I know the next thing that will happen is the removal of my diaper. For the first time since my Papis put it on me, I’m wishing I could keep wearing it. It’s a barrier.
But that’s not what happens. Of course.
Kafran sets a hand on my chest, his fingers stroking my boobs.
Skarg palms my inner thigh.
Dankin removes my diaper swiftly, leaving me more exposed than I’ve ever been in my life. He pulls over a rolling cart, and without a word, he cleans my skin with a soft cloth.
I flinch when I hear a small pop and lift my head to see him holding a tube of cream or something. “What’s that?”
“Manners, Little one…” Kafran warns. “Just relax. The doctor is going to spread this ointment on your pussy. It will remove your hair.”
I gasp. “Why?”
Skarg squeezes my thigh. “It’s not safe for Little girls to have pubic hair. It traps moisture and can make you prone to infections. You only need to have this treatment done once. The hair won’t grow back.”
I stare at him in shock as the doctor spreads the cream all over my folds. It’s going to permanently remove my hair? My heart races.
“Prick her skin,” Dankin advises in a gentle voice.
Kafran shocks me when he leans over and takes one of my nipples into his mouth. At the suggestion, I’d expected him tonick my fingers not my nipple. Instead, he sucks hard on my swollen bud before injecting me with his serum.
In seconds, I feel calmer but also frustrated. He’s manipulating me. I don’t like it. And the fact that he can do so makes my nipples tingly—not just the one he pierced.
Skarg strokes the sensitive skin inches from my pussy, causing me to squirm with need.
I try to think of anything that will keep me from feeling this intense arousal, but I’m failing. I’m restrained and spread wide open. The fact that these men can do anything to me even if I don’t want them to makes me so horny it’s hard not to moan.
After several minutes, Dankin wipes away the cream, taking my hair with it. “There we go,” he comments. “That will feel so much better inside your diapers. Have you ever had a pelvic exam, Little one?”
I shake my head.
