Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Inside, I’m panicking, but even that eases. The drug is forcing me to calm down. Darn them both.
Daddy removes my pacifier, but my mouth is loose. I’m drooling. I can swallow and breathe, but I don’t have any other reflexes. I can’t lift my arms or legs.
It’s futile for them to strap me to the table, but they do it anyway, arms over my head, legs bent and spread wide.
Yamal is between my thighs, and something touches my pussy.
Daddy pats my head and looks in my eyes. “It’s a catheter, Little pet. Yamal is going to put it inside your pee-pee hole so your urine can drain out.”
I’m surprised I haven’t peed myself. My bladder control has gone. They know this. It’s why the first thing the doctor does is insert a tube in me. I hate it. I want to tell them to stop. Instead, I drool.
“There. I bet it feels good to have your bladder drained.” He continues petting me.
The doctor moves behind me. “Tip her head back and hold it steady.”
Daddy grips my cheeks and guides my head so that my neck is elongated.
Yamal is holding another tube. What is he going to do with it?
I watch in horror as he lines it up with one of my nostrils and eases it into my nose. I should be in the biggest panic of my life, but the stupid medicine they put in my bottom is not permitting me to freak out. Mentally, I know this is so very terrifying, but my brain isn’t sending that message to the rest of my body; it would cause me to have a heart attack or something worse.
Yamal feeds that tube into my nose for a long time. It trails down my throat and lower. The sensation of something moving through my body on the inside is bizarre.
Finally, he stops. “There,” he declares. He holds up a bag of white fluid next, hooks it to a pole near my head, and attaches it to the tubing coming out of my nose.
I shudder as the bag drains into the tube.
Daddy cups the top of my head. “It’s just your formula, Little pet. It’s going to fill up your tummy.”
My heart should be racing. I’m furious with him for doing this to me. It’s cruel. He’s scaring me on purpose.
He’s punishing me for my behavior this morning. I refused to pee and eat, so he’s forcing me. Devious.
“She can feel everything, right?” Daddy asks the doctor.
“Yes. She has full sensation. The drug is just a muscle relaxant. It prevents her from being able to control her body, but it doesn’t take away sensation.”
“So I can make her orgasm…”
“Of course.”
Daddy holds my gaze, smiling. He’s evil. I can barely blink on my own, let alone argue with him. Drool is running out of my mouth, which he brings to my attention by wiping it with a soft cloth.
Yamal holds up some strange disks I don’t recognize. “I’ll attach a few electrodes to her. We can monitor her heart rate. If you want to edge her, I’ll let you know when to pull back. Have you used the vibrator on her since the first day?”
“No. I’ve been stretching out her cunt with my tongue. She doesn’t need any outside stimulation to reach orgasm. I’ll hold on to that vibrator for a day when she’s incredibly naughty. I’ll use it to make her come so many times she can’t count them. I’d rather do the opposite today. She hasn’t earned an orgasm. I’ll edge her and withhold pleasure.”
Yamal nods in approval.
I stare at Daddy in horror.
My chest rises and falls as the doctor attaches several electrodes to my breasts. A few seconds later, a machine next to me starts beeping. I assume each soft beep is in correspondence with my heartbeat.
When Daddy thumbs my nipple, the beeps grow faster.
Wetness gathers between my legs. It’s so strange how I can feel my pussy creaming, but I can’t move a muscle.
The formula is still draining into my stomach, and another tube still extends from my pee-pee hole.
Daddy switches back and forth, gently grazing my nipples while Yamal watches. At least the doctor doesn’t look smug. His expression is bland, matter-of-fact. All of this is clinical to him. I’m just a patient in need of medical attention.
Holding my gaze, Daddy slides his hand between my spread legs. There’s no way for me to close them. I’m at his mercy as he finds my clit and circles it with his finger.
“I love how wet you get for me, Little pet. I can smell your pheromones. They’re intoxicating. I want to thrust my tongue into your cunt. Would you like that, Little pet?”
I can’t respond. Even if I could, I don’t think it would be wise to answer him. I’m familiar with the word edging. He’s used it before. He’s going to torment me and not let me come.