I’m not a doctor by any means, but I needed her to be checked. I need tests run to make sure that the information I was sent is true. You can’t trust anything in our world. It’s all smoke and mirrors. She’s been pretending to be who she is. How do I know the information I found out isn’t a lie as well? Depending on who she’s working for, the shit that’s online could be just as fake as the shit she tells me. Thankfully, I can check.
I place a pair of gloves on, then pop the lid on the lube and cover the balloon plug. “Relax, Charlotte.” She releases a shaky breath. Smearing it on my fingers, I run them over her puckered ass, and she flinches. “You’re okay,” I tell her, pushing the tip of one into her, not wasting any time. I brought her for a reason, and I’m in no mood to prolong it.
The sound of her sniffling follows while her body fights the restraints. Pulling it out, I repeat the process, pushing it in a little farther. “You’re doing good, doll face.”
Her legs tighten as they pull against the leather straps that hold them wide open for me. I apply more pressure and enter a second one, making her whimper as her ass tightens down on me.
Then I remove them and grab the tube. I lube it up once more and push my finger back into her ass first before I pull out and begin to replace it with the deflated balloon. “Deep breath, doll face.”
She sucks in a shaky breath, and I begin to slowly glide it into her. “That’s it. Doing great.”
“Hai-dyn.” Her soft voice cracks. The table rattles from her useless fight.
“Shh, you’re doing so good for me, Charlotte.” I push it farther into her ass. “So good. Almost there.”
“Oooooww,” she cries, her ass trying to lift off the table.
Watching it slide into her ass, I tell her, “It’s in.” Then I inflate the balloon just enough to where she can’t push it out and turn the valve so the solution flows—slow and steady.
I remove my gloves and throw them in the trash while she struggles in the restraints, causing the gown to fall open some since her arms are above her head.
“It’ll take about an hour,” I inform her, walking over to the sink and washing my hands. “And then you’re going to hold it for thirty minutes.” I dry them off and discard the paper towels into the trash can. Usually, they require more time, but we’ll start with baby steps. I have plenty of time to test her.
She had her eyes tightly shut until I spoke, and they spring open in horror. “What…no…I can’t…”
“Yes, you can.” I run my knuckles down the side of her wet cheek. “You can do it, Charlotte.”
She shakes her head, sucking in a deep breath.
“Are you hurting?”
“No,” she whispers.
Just embarrassed.She needs to get used to this. I’m going to have her in so many situations that will have her blushing and crying. I have endless ideas.
“Please?”
Her little whine has my cock so fucking hard. Hell, I’ve been hard since the first time she walked into my life. I should have known she was a trap—something so beautiful can only be used as a weapon. I’ve survived my initiations and being tortured, and that’s stuff I signed up for. I’m not going to let pussy be the one thing that does me in.
“What are you begging for?” I ask her.
Her hands fist as she pulls on the belts that secure her small wrists to the top of the table. “I…uh,” she moans, her hips twisting from side to side. A soft sob comes from her plump lips, and I reach out, running my knuckles over her flushed cheeks to wipe away the tears from her face.
Her heavy eyes open and meet mine. Dropping my hand, I run them down over her heaving chest, and to test the waters, I gently caress her hardened nipple. Her boobs are perfect just like I imagined every time she sat in the room at Carnage pretending to be someone else. They’re bigger than they looked in her blouses that she would wear. Makes me wonder if she was hiding them on purpose. Her pussy is shaved, and she’s got a pink diamond belly ring in.
My eyes go back to her face, and she moans, her hips pulling against the belt. “Is this turning you on, doll face?”
She closes her eyes tightly and turns her face into the side of her arm, trying to hide from me.
Wrapping my hand around her fragile neck, I pin it to the table. “Look at me,” I command.
She straightens her head, swallowing against my palm as her wet lashes flutter open. “Eyes on me, Charlotte. I want to see you.”
She blinks, fresh tears running out of the corner of her eyes. “Talk to me. Use your words,” I urge her.
She parts her lips and takes in a shaky breath. Her hips lift off the table, and she whimpers.
Letting go of her neck, I pull out another medical strap from the side of the table and fasten it low across her hips, securing them. “Don’t want you to pull it out,” I tell her even though I know it’s not possible. I move back to hover over her face. “Are you in pain?” I ask. My hand gently rubs her flat stomach, feeling her body tremble.
