Page 44 of His Little Sapphire

I whimper.

Ekert leans over me from the other side, his brows furrowed as he palpates my breast tissue all around my nipples. He adds a second strap across my chest just below my breasts, making it impossible for me to move.

Papi cups my chin. “Do you want your pacifier, Baby girl?”

I nod, deciding it might be better than screaming at them to stop. That won’t do me any good.

Papi taps my lips with the nipple, and I eagerly suck it harder than usual. No amount of suckling is going to make this easier though.

Ekert turns around and returns with two strange tools in his hand. It’s a set of clear cylinders with a tube coming out of them and a bulb that must be for sucking air through them.

When Ekert fingers my nipple again, I know what’s going to happen. “I’m going to suction your nipples for a few minutes so they will be longer and thicker.”

I tip my head back, trying to arch my chest, but it’s not possible with the restraints. I don’t want to do this. I’m scared.

Papi strokes my forehead. “You’ll be fine, Little one. Keep sucking that pacifier.” He palms it, holding it in my mouth when I start to spit it out.

My heart is racing, and I stare at the ceiling, which is a mistake, because there’s a mirror above me. A huge mirror. I can’t take my eyes away from it as Ekert settles the small cylinder over my nipple before squeezing the bulb so that my tiny bud sucks up into it obscenely.

I whimper.

Papi soothes me. “You’re doing great, Little one.”

Leaving the tube jutting out from my breast, Ekert puts the second tube on my other nipple. I want to look away, but I can’t. I’m mesmerized by my own odd fate.

Papi’s hand comes to my diaper, pressing between my legs, checking to see if I’m wet.

I wince because I need to pee.

He moves his hand to my tummy and presses against my bladder. “Wet your diaper, Baby girl. I know you’ve been holding it a while. If you don’t release your bladder, I’ll have Ekert put a catheter in you before he does the piercing.”

My eyes jerk wide. I’m not sure what a catheter is, but I don’t think I’ll like it.

He presses against my tummy again and answers the question that must be written on my face. “A catheter is a small tube that goes up into your little peepee hole to let your urine drain out. Sometimes the doctor has to use them, especially for naughty Little girls who don’t wet themselves often enough. Ekert is trained to use them too. He often uses one before piercing a Little girl’s pussy.”

I’m trembling.

“Do you want Ekert to put a catheter in you, Little one?”

I shake my head.

He lifts a brow. “I’m going to give you about five seconds to fill this diaper and then assume you’re curious about the catheter and want to try it.”

I gasp around the pacifier. I’m shaking from arousal, and I want this over with. I squeeze my eyes closed and force my bladder to relax. It’s not too hard. I’ve been using a diaper for two weeks, but the past few days as I’ve regained control of my bladder, it’s been a more conscious effort.

“Good girl.” Papi pats my soaked diaper.

I wince as Ekert removes the suction from my nipples. They feel huge and sore and swollen. I can see them in the mirror. A moment later, Papi leans over me and suckles one, flicking it a few times before piercing it with his quill.

I whimper.

He lifts his face, but holds my breast firmly, gripping it with his fingers all around the globe.

I squeeze my eyes closed when I see the next tool in Ekert’s hand. It has to be the piercing gun. I can’t watch. I pray it will be quick.

It seems like less than a second before Papi releases my breast. “The first one is done, Baby girl. It’s so pretty.”

I blink at the mirror in the ceiling, shocked to see that indeed, my nipple now has a hoop through it with the large blue stone dangling.

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