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I open my mouth to tell him where he can shove that pacifier, and he takes the opportunity to push the rubber tip between my lips.

My intentions must show on my face, because he shakes his head at me. “If you even think of spitting that out, I will slather it with horseradish before strapping it into your mouth. Do you understand me, Victoria?”

Ihatehorseradish. And considering everything else Mr. Stone knows about me, it seems likely that threat has been tailor-made for me. Not wanting to risk any more punishment than I already have to endure, I nod.

“Good girl.” Caleb’s entire face lights up with his praise, making him look like a completely different man. “Suck on the paci, sweetheart. It will help your anxiety while your Daddy cleans out your bottom.”

Seriously? Does he actually think sucking on a pacifier is going to rid me of the humiliation, the fear, the absolute fury that’s been pounding through my veins for nearly twenty-four hours?

It would seem so. And since I don’t want to be sucking on horseradish, I give the rubber tip a defiant suck, if for no other reason than to prove this ridiculous trick of theirs isn’t going to work.

But to my surprise, it does seem to help ease the band of panic around my chest, so I give it another suck. And another. Pretty soon, I’m sucking on the pacifier for all I’m worth, and the tension slowly drains from my body.

“There we go. I think she’s ready now, Mr. Stone. You can open the nozzle.”

Chapter Ten

Victoria

I don’t have even a second to worry about what Caleb means by “open the nozzle” before I find out firsthand. Warm liquid floods my insides, and I suck even harder on the pacifier.

“That’s my sweet girl,” Mr. Stone croons. “Caleb, will you hold the nozzle for me, please?”

“Of course, sir.” Still gripping my legs in one hand, Caleb shifts slightly and the nozzle pushes deeper inside me.

Then Mr. Stone is next to me, stroking my hair as liquid continues to fill my bowels. “This is going to be uncomfortable for a bit, little one. Do you want Daddy to distract you?”

For a moment, I hesitate, uncertain of what he could possibly mean by “distract me”. But anything has to be better than the impossibly full feeling of whatever they’re doing to my bottom, so I nod.

“Good girl. I know this is hard, especially for such a Little girl, but you need to trust Daddy to know what’s best for you.” Cupping my breast in his hand, he pinches and teases the nipple to a hard point, flooding my body with pleasure. “It’s my job totake care of you and keep you healthy. And it’s your job to let me. Nod if you understand, Victoria.”

Again I hesitate a moment before giving him a slow nod of understanding. Because I don’t understand, not really, but I understand the implications.Your only job is to do what Daddy says, or else.

For a little while, I’m actually able to enjoy Daddy playing with my nipples enough to ignore what’s happening in my bottom. But then the cramps start. Just a little in my lower abdomen at first, and I wince a bit. The cramp fades, but a moment later I’m hit with another, more painful one, and I can’t help but whine against the pacifier.

“Shhh. I know, little one. I know it hurts. But you’ll feel so much better when it’s all done.”

No. No, I don’t think I will. The cramps are unbearable now, and I feel like I have to…use the bathroomreally, really badly.

I might actually die if that happens in front of these men, so I bear down, fighting to keep what’s inside me from escaping.

“That’s a good girl. You’re going to have to hold it a little while longer, my sweet little thief. We’re almost done.”

Furiously, I suck at the pacifier as Daddy pinches my nipples again, harder than before, the pain somewhat distracting me from the spasming in my belly. With every passing second, however, I become more and more convinced I’m going to make a huge mess all over this very lovely room.

“Just a few more minutes, little one. You’re doing such a good job for us. Just a little longer.” Still using that soft, soothing voice, Daddy showers me with praise and encouragement. I focus on his words, his voice, certain they are the only things keeping me from humiliating myself in the worst possible way.

From a distance, an alarm sounds and Daddy slides his arms under me, lifting me from the table. Caleb follows us to thebathroom, where Daddy places me on my feet in front of the toilet.

“Caleb is going to take the nozzle out now, little one, and then you just have to hold it for a few more seconds until you can sit on the toilet.”

With the pacifier still in my mouth, I nod my understanding with quick jerks of my head up and down.

At Daddy’s nod, Caleb pulls the thing from my bottom, and I clench as hard as I can until Daddy lifts me up and plops me right down on the toilet. Even if I had wanted to, I wouldn’t have been able to hold back what happens next. Covering my face with my hands, I sob as I empty my bowels into the toilet with them watching me carefully. Somewhere in the distance, I’m vaguely aware of the sound of running water, though I can barely hear it over my shame.

After what feels like forever, I’m finally empty. Chills rack my body as sweat beads on my skin, and I’m far too weak to fight them as Caleb helps me to my feet and Daddy—oh, god—wipes me clean.

Instead of returning me to the changing table, Daddy picks me up again and places me in warm water. Almost immediately, I relax enough to sink into the fragrant bath with a soft sigh. Between the heat and what smells like lavender, I can already feel my muscles loosening.

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