I hate that he’s right. My heart rate slows as my body relaxes. In addition, my ass stops pulsing from the pressure. I can’t feel as much sensation down there. He numbed me with his serum. I wasn’t even aware numbing was a third use of that quill.
I assume there could come a day when I’ll be grateful that my Papis have the ability to numb my skin. What if I need stitches or break an arm or something. They can dull the hurt in no time. That’s assuming they haven’t both had a heart attack from me getting injured.
I’m marginally aware of Thabo opening my bottom up wider. I can see the flashes of light as he adjusts a lamp, which tells me he’s exploring the inside of my rectum. Two minutes ago, I was totally humiliated, but the serum has dulled my ability to react normally to this invasive process.
My bottom is numb, and my brain is calmer. Darn them. I don’t like being manipulated.
Eventually the doctor removes the speculum. “Do you intend to breach her rectum later today?”
“Yes,” my Papis say in unison.
“Then I suggest you let me insert a thick phallic plug. It will help her body adjust around the girth, making it easier for you to enter her with one of your shafts later.”
I tug against the restraints. I may be slightly altered, but I’m not so sedated or numb to not realize I certainly don’t want any sort of phallic device pushed into my bottom and left there.
Skarg responds, “Great idea. Dankin suggested using toys to stretch her rectum, but we haven’t addressed that yet.”
Ugh. Again, if I were a violent person, and if I had the use of my arms, I would slap him.
Lube is applied to my entrance, and then I feel the pressure of something I assume is rubber. Thabo eases it slowly past the barrier of muscles, forcing my ass to open and accept the giant dildo. I can’t even see it, but I know what it is. I can picture it in my mind.
It feels like it’s five inches wide, though I know that can’t be true.
I’m panting as one of my Papis takes over, slowly guiding the dildo in and out of me, gradually going deeper. I think it’s Kafran because a minute later, Skarg shifts at my side and brings his free hand under me to stroke my pussy.
I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips as pleasure consumes me. I’m bombarded with sensations. I shouldn’t enjoy any of them. Restraints, exposure, pressure in my bottom, humiliation… And now pleasure being forced upon my pussy.
“Papi…” I plead. My begging is useless. No one pays attention to me.
“You need to orgasm for the doctor, Baby girl,” Skarg informs me.
I should have seen this coming. It happened while we were still on the mothership. They made me come in front of Dankin. They even warned me they would do so every time I visit the doctor here at the clinic. But I blacked that detail out because the thought of it was more than my modest mind could handle.
And here we are. I couldn’t be more exposed, more humiliated, or more aroused.
“Such a good girl,” Kafran praises. “Show Thabo how pretty you are when you come, Little one.” He pushes the dildo in deeper, the stretch tremendous.
When Skarg enters my pussy with a finger, I lift my head and cry out my release. It’s unimaginable that I’m doing so while someone else watches, but it happens anyway because apparently I’m some sort of nymphomaniac.
I’m barely aware of my surroundings as I float down from my high. My Papis gently lift me, remove the wedge, and lower me onto my back, while I keep my eyes closed and focus on breathing.
“I have one more question,” Skarg says.
I grit my teeth, wondering what now?
I can’t see Thabo, but I assume he nods before Skarg continues, “Is it possible to give her too much stimulant? We’re concerned about times we both prick her skin.”
“No. You can’t hurt her, but you might be exhausted from servicing her,” he teases.
My face shouldn’t even be capable of heating further at this point, but it does.
Chapter Thirteen
Skarg
Mercy is completely quiet after we leave the clinic. I know it’s not because she’s upset about the doctor’s appointment. It’s the park. We’re almost there when I stop the stroller and round to the front.
Kafran squats down next to me so we’re both facing our girl. He sets a hand on her knee. “Mercy…”
