She sighs dramatically, totally slumped over me now.
Dankin smiles knowingly at me. He sees this every time a Little girl comes through here. I’m certain he’s used to it. He addresses me. “It’s hard to tell for sure if her rectum is really tight or if she’s gripping it harder than usual. The only way to be sure no issues come up in the future is for you to regularly stretch her tight anal muscles until they either stretch out some or she stops fighting you. Ask Chadka and Thabo for a dilation kit when you see them. As soon as she has her strength back in a few weeks, start gradually working the dilators into her rectum. You can do it several times a day. Eventually she’ll grow more accepting, and either she’ll release the tight grip she has on the devices or her muscles will stretch out. Either way, it’s important for her bowels to be able to slide out of her easily. If not, she’ll end up with far bigger problems.”
Janelle is panting. She still squirms, but the fight has run out of her. I hope she won’t be too angry with me. I’d rather her not go into a six-month stasis scowling instead of smiling.
When Dankin removes the probe, she lets out a long breath. I’m not sure she realizes that her pussy is dripping. She might argue that she hates having her bottom filled, but she’s simply embarrassed to admit it felt good.
She wiggles in my grip, trying to dislodge herself.
It’s not going to work. Dankin needs to verify her sexual responses are appropriate.
I release her hands, but the moment she tries to push up from my lap, I slide my palm lower and insert two thick fingers in her lubed bottom. I reach as deeply as I can and use my palm to hold her down.
Before she can process and react, I reach between her thighs with my other hand and thrust one finger into her tight cunt.
Janelle cries out, her voice filling the room. She’s not protesting now. She’s making a primal call for me to let her come. And she’s going to get her wish.
I pump both hands, dragging my fingers in and out of her holes at the same time.
Arching her chest clear off the table, Janelle stiffens a moment before her release causes her bottom and her pussy to clench around my fingers in tandem. Nothing in my life could have prepared me for this humbling experience—watching my Little girl orgasm so spectacularly for me with total abandon.
Chapter Nine
Janelle
I’m panting from both exertion and frustration. I can’t believe Papi held me down so the doctor could put that horrible thing inside me. And even more humiliating, he made me orgasm while the doctor watched. To further my mortification, he did so with two fingers up in my forbidden hole.
I can’t decide if I want to thank him or punch him. The big meanie. I don’t make eye contact with either man when Papi lowers me to my back on the table and Dankin uses some sort of odd device to scan my body. At least it doesn’t hurt, and he’s not touching me.
By the time the doctor gives Papi the go ahead to put a fresh diaper on me, my anger is waning. What they did was gross and humiliating, but Papi has a way of making it up to me by pleasuring me after he does something I won’t like.
When he finally lifts me into his arms, I cling to him around the neck again. He’s all I have to navigate this strange new world, and I don’t want him to be mad at me and leave me alone.
“I’m sorry, Papi,” I whisper in his ear.
He rubs my back. “It’s all forgiven, Baby girl. I know that was hard. I promise it will get easier. There are so many new things you’ll be introduced to when we get home. You’ll learn to trust Papi to guide you and make the best decisions for you.”
“Okay, Papi.” I lean my head on his shoulder. “You won’t put me down, right?”
He chuckles. “No, Little one. Holding you in my arms brings me great pleasure. I won’t set you down until you’re soundly asleep on the transport vessel. You’ll know nothing about it. In six months, when we get home, you’ll wake up in my arms. I promise.”
I lift my head. “Six months?”
“Yep.” He carries me across the hallway into another room where Dankin said we will wait for clearance to travel.
“That’s a long time.”
“It will seem like nothing at all to you, Little one. I will put you to sleep before we leave, and you’ll wake up on Eleadia as though you had a nap.”
“What willyoudo?”
“Take care of you.” He smiles at me. I’m glad he’s not mad.
“That’s why the doctor said my boobs will be bigger. Six months of you feeding me with no exercise will make me gain weight.”
“It will, Little one. You’ll be just as pretty no matter what you weigh, though. I don’t want you to worry about it.”
“I don’t think you understand how mean women can be. I’ll be humiliated if no one wears a shirt. You say the other women are nice, but if my boobs are flat, they will stare at them and wonder what’s wrong with me.”
