Page 15 of His Little Garnet

Surgient strokes my arm. “No one is judging you, Olivia. We just like to keep thorough medical records. All that really matters is for your Papi to know if you’ve had sex before. Has a man been inside you, Little one?”

I nod without opening my eyes or my lips.

“Good girl,” he responds.

Papi slides a finger up inside me without warning, forcing me to gasp and dig my heels into the mattress. His hand comes to my pelvis to hold me steady as he feels all around inside my vagina. “So tight,” he murmurs. “I’ll take care when I first claim you, Baby girl. My shaft is bigger than any human’s.”

I can’t believe this is happening. I don’t move an inch. All I can do is concentrate on not coming, relief flooding me when he pulls his finger out of my most intimate place.

A second later, I cringe, realizing that thought was premature. I have a more intimate spot than my vagina, and Papi is tapping it now. “Can you help me turn her over?” Papi asks, presumably aiming his question at Surgient.

I blink my eyes open in surprise as the two men carefully flip me onto my front, being gentle with my broken arm.

Surgient slides a pillow under my belly, causing my butt to be lifted higher than the rest of me. He hands a second pillow to Papi who wedges it between my knees. My arms are tucked at my sides. My face is turned toward Surgient.

“What are you doing?” I whimper.

“I need to examine your bottom, Baby girl, and then I’ll slide a probe into you to record your temperature and other vitals.”

“You don’t need to do that,” I argue.

It’s futile though. He sets one hand on my lower back and reaches out with his other hand. “Lube?”

Surgient is there in an instant, squeezing a large dollop of clear gel on Papi’s gloved fingers.

“Has anything been in your little bottom before, Baby girl?” Papi asks.

I shake my head against the mattress.

“Just relax for me, Little one. Try not to tighten your rectal muscles.” He eases a finger into my forbidden hole, making me whimper again.

“That’s a good girl. Let it feel good,” Surgient soothes as he strokes my shoulder. “Your Papi will examine your bottom often, Little one. Your rectal health is important.”

Let it feel good?I don’t want it to feel good. And I’m fighting that possibility with all my might.

It feels like Papi’s finger is six inches inside me, and I realize it actually is when his palm flattens on my butt cheeks. He twists around, easing in and out of me, making me fight the need to squirm.

I’ve never once thought anal penetration could feel good, but once again, I’m reminded that everything Papi does to me feels good. My entire body stiffens, however, when he slides his thumb through my folds and finds my clit.

I whimper and clench my tight anal muscles. “Please, don’t…” My voice trails off.

I can’t decide if I’m relieved or disappointed when he pulls his finger out and releases my clit. He leans over to kiss my shoulder. “I know you’re exhausted, Little one. I won’t make you come again right now, but in the future I can and will bring you pleasure with my fingers in your bottom. No part of you is off limits to me, Baby girl.”

He kisses me again as Surgient hands him something. It reminds me of a curling iron. It has a long rod that extends several inches, and I nearly shoot off the bed when I realize Papi is going to insert it in my bottom.

I can’t escape though. His palm is firm on my lower back. The pillow between my knees is holding me open. He parts my cheeks and eases the probe into me. It’s bigger than his finger and longer.

I can’t breathe. “Please take it out, Papi,” I beg. “I don’t like it.”

“Don’t fight it, Little one,” Surgient says. “It needs to stay inside you for a few minutes to collect your vitals.”

I clench my bottom.

“You’re doing so well, Olivia,” Papi praises. “Try to relax. I know you don’t have probes like this on Earth, but it’s an amazing tool that takes your temperature, your pulse, your blood pressure, oxygen levels, and several other things all at once. Surely you can appreciate the efficiency as a nurse.”

I hate him pointing that out. I lick my lips, trying to ignore it. “It’s too humiliating. We would never use something like that on Earth.”

“I know, Little one,” he coos. “But we do things differently, and you’ll learn to accept the changes. You’ll get used to having your bottom regularly probed. I’ll be examining you often to make sure you’re always healthy.”

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