“You can start stretching her at any time, but I will tell you the human female body is resilient. No matter how much you prepare her, it’s still going to hurt the first time you enter her. It won’t take long for her channel to adjust to your girth. It also won’t hurt again after that first coupling.”
I know all this, but saying it out loud in front of Janelle is precious. She’s really squirming now, and her arousal is through the roof. I can see her wetness leaking out from her lower lips.
Chadka continues, “It’s fine to use your fingers inside her. Start with one, add a second, and finally a third. Scissor them to help her muscles accept the intrusion. If you want to, you can use the same dilators I’ll give you for her bottom inside her pussy. Just don’t ever move a dilator from her rectum to hervagina. The other way is fine, and will be very pleasurable to her, but you don’t want to introduce any bacteria into her pussy.”
I nod. Most of the things I need to know about caring for my Little girl were in the dozens of books I read in preparation, but occasionally someone mentions something I’ve either forgotten or don’t recall reading.
Chapter Eleven
Janelle
This is the third time Papi has taken me to the doctor, but this visit is different. I’m more aroused than I was when I first arrived and even a week ago.
“Is she keeping her diapers wet?” Chadka asks Papi as he palpates my tummy.
“Usually. Occasionally I have to remind her.”
“Make sure she’s not holding her urine in. If she’s stubborn about that, you can either numb her urethra or I can put a catheter in her.”
I suck in a breath. Dankin put a catheter in me before we left the mothership. I didn’t like the sensation. I wouldn’t want Papi to pierce my pee-pee hole either.
The doctor holds my folds open wide and leans in close. The room spins. I’ve never been scrutinized so closely in my life. I doubt anyone on Earth has. We don’t strip naked for a medical exam, and doctors don’t poke and prod on our private parts unless we have a specific problem or complaint.
He pulls the hood back from my clit next, and I hold my breath while he touches it with a strange metal tool. Chadka looks at Papi. “Can you place your hand over her pelvis to keep her still for me?”
Papi moves his palm from my thigh to right above my pussy. He applies enough pressure to totally immobilize me. The strap alone doesn’t keep me from squirming.
Chadka resumes touching my nub with the rod, circling it. In a moment, a faint humming sound fills the room at the same time the rod seems to come alive. It vibrates against my clit.
My eyes roll back, and I moan. I was already aroused, but whatever he’s doing increases my need tenfold.
The doctor removes the rod right before I’m about to come.
I’m so frustrated that I whimper.
“Did you ever use a vibrator or any other tool for masturbating on Earth, Little one?”
I shake my head.
“Words, Janelle,” Papi admonishes.
I shudder. “No, Sir.” My heart is racing.
The doctor comes to my side, holds my breast with one hand, and touches the rod to my nipple with the other hand.
I buck and arch to no avail. I’m pinned down.
He switches to the other nipple before returning to stand between my legs and stroking the maddening object over my folds. “Hold her steady again.”
Papi reapplies the pressure to my pelvis.
Chadka pulls my hood back again and strokes my clit with the frustrating vibrations before dragging the tip of the rod between my folds and pushing it up inside my pussy.
I come so hard I scream. Sensations overwhelm me. My vision blurs.
The doctor eases the tool out of my pussy and trails it lower, touching my forbidden hole next.
I’m panting and rolling my head back and forth, unable to tell him to stop. Total sensation overload. It’s too much. And it’s so dirty. He’s driving me out of my skin by tormenting my tight rectum.
