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Dr. Morgan removes his finger. A moment later, he rolls a pole up to me. There’s a large clear bag of fluid attached to it. How did I not notice it earlier?
Dr. Pedersen pats my hip. “Trust me, Little one, you’re going to be just fine. Just relax and let the saline fill your bottom. When it’s all over, you’ll be squeaky clean inside. It will help you relax so you can have anal sex tonight without worrying about anything possibly being in your bottom.”
This thought never once occurred to me. Now that he’s planted the idea, I wonder if such a thing happens? Is this enema really necessary?
“It’s good for Little girls to have an occasional enema, Eloise,” Dr. Morgan says as he nudges my hole with something.
I clench my butt cheeks together.
Dr. Pedersen pats my hip again. “Relax your bottom, Little one. Let the nozzle in. It won’t hurt. It’s not even as large as the plugs you’ve been wearing.”
That’s good at least. I think. But so many people are looking at my naughty hole. It’s degrading and, and, and… I squeeze my eyes closed, trying not to admit even to myself that I want this. I want the doctors to fill my tummy with saline and force me to empty it. It’s so unnerving that my ears are ringing, and the room feels like it’s spinning.
The nozzle slides into my bottom. Deep. Deeper than any plug or my Daddies’ fingers. A moment later, I feel liquid filling me.
“Such a good girl,” Papa coos. “I’m so proud of you.”
I wonder if he’s turned on by my plight and lower my gaze to the front of his pants. There’s a huge bulge in the front of his jeans. He’s aroused.
I can’t escape this, so I decide to count to one hundred in my head and endure the process. I count slowly. By the time I get to fifty, the doctor shuts off the valve. “You’re doing so well, Eloise,” he says. “It needs to sit for a while, and then you can let it all out. You’ll feel fantastic afterward.”
It seems like an hour goes by. Daddy rubs my distended belly. Sometimes I cramp a little, but he always finds the spot and rubs that area.
I feel like I’m floating outside of my body. Every once in a while, Daddy strokes my clit. It makes me whimper. I want more. He doesn’t offer me more. I’m not sure if I’m glad or frustrated. Why would I want to orgasm in front of so many people? But I do. I want the stimulation so bad I can taste it. I’m close to begging.
“Daddy…” I finally say.
He smiles at me. “You can have all the orgasms you want later tonight. Right now, I want you to hold them back.”
My face flushes. I whimper again. Desperation consumes me.
Dr. Morgan finally sets a hand on the nozzle. “All done, Little one. I’m going to pull this out. You can squeeze your little cheeks together until we get you on the potty chair.”
Potty chair? I look around, spotting what can only be described as a potty chair behind Daddy. Either I didn’t notice it at all before or I chose to block it out. The latter is more likely.
When the nozzle pops free, I grip my cheeks, but I worry I won’t be able to contain the fluid.
I whimper as the doctor rolls me gently to my back and eases the catheter out of me.
Daddy grabs my hips and lifts me off the table to spin me around and set me on the potty chair. He squats in front of me. “Let it all out, Baby girl. You did so well. Daddy is so proud of you.”
I glance around at all the faces and shudder. Daddy set this up. He came up with the most humiliating procedure imaginable and asked Dr. Morgan to perform it. One thing is for sure, when I leave this island, I will do so with a string of memories to last me a lifetime.
ChapterThirteen
Three hours later, we’re back at the cabin. I’ve been on the edge of my seat the entire time, willing my Daddies to stop finding everything imaginable to do except take me to bed.
They keep smiling at me where they’ve left me in my playpen. I’m far too excited and nervous to play with my toys though.
Finally, Papa comes to me and lifts me into the air. He hugs me close and meets my gaze. “Someone is anxious.”
I nod. “Are you going to make love to me now?”
“Are you sure you’re ready?”
I nod. “Please, Papa. I want to feel you both inside me.”
He glances over at Daddy. “What do you think, Rhodes?”
