Pain stabs at my breast, sharp and white-hot, yanking me out of my spiraling thoughts and back to reality with a scream.
“Ow, ow, ow, Daddy it hurts! Let go!”
“I’m not touching you anymore, little doll. That’s the clamp. And it looks just as darling as I’d imagined it would.”
Craning my head up, I look down at my nipple. I can’t see it very well, but there is indeed something attached to my breast now. Whatever it is hurts a million times more than Daddy’s fingers and I want itoff.
“Take it off! Now!”
The room goes deathly silent at my sharp tone, and even before Daddy’s mouth turns down into a frown, I’m regretting my words.
“Excuse me, little girl?”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it just hurts so much. I didn’t mean to be rude, Daddy.”
Shaking his head, Daddy reaches for my unadorned breast, repeating the same process as he did with the other one, cupping and pinching until my nipple hardens between his fingers. “I should spank your bottom for speaking to me that way. But I understand this is all very overwhelming for you. If it happens again, though, I will take my belt to your naughty bottom and you will lose out on your surprise with Juju and Tori. Understood?”
I don’t care about the surprise. At least, that’s what I try to tell myself. But there’s a stabbing pain in my chest at the threat that has nothing to do with the clamp on my nipple. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“I know you are, little doll. And I know this is a lot for one Little girl to take in all at once. But I will not tolerate rudeness.”
Then maybe don’t kidnap people and torture them and they won’t be rude to you.I know damn well that response would get me more than just a spanking, so I bite my tongue and stare up at the ceiling.
Again without warning, pain lances through my left breast. But, oddly enough, it almost feels… better. The agony is balanced now with both nipples being clamped and already the worst of the pain has faded into something far more tolerable.
Stepping back from the table, Daddy pulls his phone from his pocket. And to my horror, lifts the device up, aiming it at me as he presses a button multiple times.
“You just looked so precious with those bows on your nipples, I couldn’t resist,” he explains as he tucks the phone back in his pocket. “What’s next, Doctor D?”
“I’m going to fill her bottom as well, and then I want to test her ability to orgasm. She’s so responsive, I can’t imagine you’ve had any troubles.”
“Not a single one. Though she was very naughty this morning and I told her she wouldn’t be allowed to come the rest of the day.”
Thank god.The last thing I want is to be forced to have an orgasm in front of this man.
“Ah, that’s a pity. I suppose it will have to wait, then. Would you be willing to bring her by tomorrow, then? It really is a very important part of the exam.”
Never mind. Dammit.
“Well… if it’s for her health, I suppose I can make an exception. Just this once.”
“Very good. Would you like to do the honors or should I?”
“I will.” Daddy’s tone is sharp, almost as if he’s offended that Doctor D even asked.
For some reason, that thought helps to settle some of the churning in my stomach, though it does nothing to ease the dull ache in my nipples. It’s not just that I don’t want Doctor D to touch me like that, though I can’t deny that’s certainly something I would like to avoid for as long as humanly possible. But the thought of Daddy feeling so protective over any part of me, even if it is just my orgasms makes me feel… cherished in a way I never would have expected to feel given how our “relationship” started.
“I’d like to bring her just to the edge and keep her there for a bit until we remove the clamps,” Doctor D explains, seemingly unaffected by Daddy’s sharp response. ‘“It will help us gauge how well she responds to different levels of pain.”
Leaning over me, Daddy slides his hand down my stomach to my clit, which is swollen and aching despite everything that’s happened to me. Or perhaps because of it, which is a thought so horrifying I immediately shove it from my mind.
Just as his fingers find my nub, Doctor D presses a gloved finger against my bottom hole. Instinctively, I clench, desperate to keep him from violating me this way. But no amount of tightening my muscles seems to deter him, and the questing digit pushes deeper inside of me no matter how hard I try to keep it out.
Everything aches. My nipples, my asshole, my traitorously needy clit. And that pain only seems to fuel my need, making my pussy spasm around Doctor D’s fingers.
From the end of the table, I hear a low laugh. “Your Little one is certainly enjoying her exam,” Doctor D says, his tone full of smug amusement.
“I am not!” But even I have to admit my protests ring hollow, given the breathlessness of my voice and the way I’m arching up into their touch as much as the strap across my stomach will allow.
