Hunger, sharp and wicked, flashes in Catharina’s dark eyes a second before her fingers close around my nipple. There’s pain, as sharp as her smile, and I arch up on the table, tugging at my restraints as my cries echo around the room.
“Mommy, no! That hurts!”
“Poor little girl,” she murmurs, but there’s no sympathy in her voice. If anything, she sounds almost… excited by my pain.
Sadistic witch.
“Don’t let her fool you,” Doctor D says with a chuckle. “She liked that very much. She nearly broke my fingers, her little cunt squeezed so hard. Let’s try the clamps.”
“No, no clamps! No clamps!”
But even as the protests leave my lips, I know they’re in vain and Catharina quickly proves me right. Taking one of the silver clamps in her hand, she squeezes it open, the sharp alligator-like teeth glinting in the harsh lights of the exam room.
“This is going to hurt, baby. But if you take it like a good girl, Mommy will help you feel all better when it’s over.”
Before I can ask her what the hellthatis supposed to mean, she brings the clamp to my breast. I’m chanting “No, no, no”,but it does nothing to stop her as she lets the sharp teeth close around my taut peak.
Pain lances through my breast and again I arch up with a cry, tears blurring my vision as I struggle to breathe through the agony.
“She’s soaked, Catharina. Positively gushing all over my glove. Let’s add the second clamp.”
“No,” I whine, drawing the word out as I thrash my head from side to side. “Mommy, please, I’m sorry, I won’t ever be naughty again, I swear!”
“Oh, my precious girl.” Catharina bends over the table, her hair falling like a curtain around me as she presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “This isn’t because you were naughty. You aren’t being punished, my love.”
“F-feels l-like it,” I stammer out, my breathing uneven as my body struggles to accept the pain.
“Let Mommy help, then.”
Her lips crush against mine, brutal and demanding, and I instantly yield, accepting her in. Letting her claim me, brand me as hers with the heat of her tongue sweeping into my mouth.
And when the second clamp closes around my nipple, she drinks the cries from my lips before lifting her head again.
“Poor little girl,” she murmurs, the tip of her tongue sliding up my cheek to swipe away the tears slipping from the corners of my eyes. “So fucking sweet. My perfect little baby.”
“P-perfect?” I hate myself for asking. For wanting—needing—her approval after everything she’s done to me.
“Yes, baby. You are absolutely perfect.” Lifting her head, she turns to look down my body to where Doctor D is still seated between my thighs. “Do you have anything for me to reward my babygirl for being so good for us, Doctor D?”
“Top drawer of the table where you got the clamps from,” he says with a nod. “I’m going to test her bottom while you…rewardher.”
“Perfect.”
Turning away from the table, Catharina strides back over to the cabinet and opens the top drawer. Leaving me lying there, my brain and body both struggling to accept what’s happening to me.
And how much I’m clearly enjoying it.
Because Doctor D is right. I can feel my own arousal slipping down between my bottom cheeks, providing all the lubricant he needs as he pulls his fingers from my vagina and presses one against my tight bottom hole. Just like when Catharina prepped me for my enema, I squeeze against the intrusion, but a sharp slap to my inner thigh startles me into relaxing enough to let him in.
“It’s very naughty to clench like that, Alexis.”
For reasons I can’t explain, the scolding tone in Doctor D’s voice brings fresh tears to my eyes. I shouldn’t care—Idon’tcare if he doesn’t approve of my behavior.
Except, clearly, I do.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Everything, apparently, because I don’t bother to fight when Catharina presses the buzzing cock in her hand to my clit, or when Doctor D finger-fucks my ass. I only whimper and whine as the pleasure builds inside me, a coil wrapping tighter and tighter around itself as Catharina rolls the dildo over my swollen, aching pussy.
