Page 33 of His Little Sapphire

“Any issues with her bowels?” Thabo asks.

I think I might die right here on the table.

“No. The formula is perfectly adjusted. She empties her bowels midmorning without needing a suppository or enema.”

“Good.” Thabo’s finger is still moving around inside me. “Start plugging her bottom for a while every day. She needs to learn to stop clenching and accept the intrusion. It will take time, but if you work on stretching her, she’ll get used to the feeling and begin to enjoy it. Over time, she’ll learn to crave your touch. It might help if you pierce her a few times when you change her diaper and finger her tight ring of muscles while she’s a bit hazy from the serum.”

All this time, Thabo is rubbing the inside of my bottom, and I’m so mortified. And growing wetter. My private parts are throbbing.

When his finger disappears, I whimper. It’s immediately replaced by the probe, which is thicker and longer and stretches me so far that I start panting.

Papi rubs my back. “You’re doing so well, Baby girl.”

“I don’t like it, Papi,” I whimper.

He leans over and kisses my cheek. His lips come to my ear. “You don’t like it, or you don’twantto like it?”

I purse my lips. Darn him. How could I be enjoying this? Why would I want to have my bottom in the air while a doctor and my Papi examine my most intimate hole? It makes no sense. I’m so far past mortified.

Finally, Thabo removes the probe, and I try to breathe, but I’m still in this awkward position with my bottom in the air and my legs spread wide.

“Everything looks normal,” he says after a few minutes. “Let’s switch her to her back.”

I don’t like this plan any better. In fact, I might like it worse. But no one asks my opinion. Both men release my wrists. Thabo removes the wedge and the block between my knees, and Papi helps roll me to my back.

Before I can protest, he raises my hands above my head and fastens my wrists, once again, to the table. I feel so exposed when I’m stretched out like this and unable to cover myself or at least slouch.

I turn my head to the side away from Papi as Thabo lifts my legs one at a time and secures them to stirrups. I’ve never had this kind of exam before. I’ve never felt the need. I’ve never been sexually active, nor did I have insurance that would have covered a well-woman visit.

Most importantly, I wouldn’t have gone to a gynecologist without a really good reason because I would have been too embarrassed to have my vagina examined.

This situation I find myself in now is so much more humiliating than anything that would have happened on Earth or any position I could have ever found myself in.

For one thing, I’m totally naked. We don’t do that on Earth. Doctors and nurses try hard to help patients maintain as much modesty as possible. I know because I helped my mother change in and out of her clothes many times.

Thabo isn’t even draping a sheet over me. Not even a paper one. Plus, doctors on Earth don’t restrain patients unless they are in danger of injuring themselves, which I am not.

All of those factors combined are making me incredibly aroused, and that fact is the most worrisome of all. It’s so wrong. I’m going to rot in hell for the thoughts I’m having.

I squeeze my eyes closed and remind myself it’s entirely possible all that talk about dirty carnal thoughts paving the road to hell might have been a lie. Intellectually I know this, but it was pounded into my head for twenty years before I left the compound and learned there was another way of life outside its walls.

My butt is on fire from the spanking, exacerbated by the fact that it’s now touching the table.

Thabo adjusts the stirrups so my legs are spread obscenely wide.

Papi sets one hand on my inner thigh and rubs up and down, making my plight worse by the moment. I’m struggling to breathe normally. Even though he gave me pleasure before we left the house, I want it again. I’m desperate to experience that forbidden nirvana again already.

Thabo comes to my side opposite Papi. His hand lands on my boob. “Any issues with her breasts?” he asks Papi.

“No. They’re more filled out. She was underweight when I met her. Now that she’s had more balanced nutrition for six months, her breasts have filled out.” Papi is stroking my inner thigh this entire time. His other hand is on my arm, also stroking. His thumb keeps coming precariously close to my armpit. Instead of tickling, the touch is tormenting my already aroused body.

Thabo weighs my boobs in his palms and flicks the nipples, making me arch my chest and moan. A moment later, I cry out when he pinches the tips and pulls on them.

“Do you think it’s okay to go ahead and have them pierced? Or should I wait a while?” Papi asks.

My mouth falls open, and I jerk my gaze to his. He told me women have pierced nipples on Eleadia, but I didn’t think he meant he intended to do that to me anytime soon.

“Any time is fine. Some men like to wait a few extra days or weeks to let their Little girls adjust to the idea, but since Christine has some obvious anxiety about the things she’s unfamiliar with, you might be doing more harm than good by waiting. She’ll just fret every day until it’s done.”

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