Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips as pleasure consumes me. I’m bombarded with sensations. I shouldn’t enjoy any of them. Restraints, exposure, pressure in my bottom, humiliation… And now pleasure being forced upon my pussy.
“Papi…” I plead. My begging is useless. No one pays attention to me.
“You need to orgasm for the doctor, Baby girl,” Skarg informs me.
I should have seen this coming. It happened while we were still on the mothership. They made me come in front of Dankin. They even warned me they would do so every time I visit the doctor here at the clinic. But I blacked that detail out because the thought of it was more than my modest mind could handle.
And here we are. I couldn’t be more exposed, more humiliated, or more aroused.
“Such a good girl,” Kafran praises. “Show Thabo how pretty you are when you come, Little one.” He pushes the dildo in deeper, the stretch tremendous.
When Skarg enters my pussy with a finger, I lift my head and cry out my release. It’s unimaginable that I’m doing so while someone else watches, but it happens anyway because apparently I’m some sort of nymphomaniac.
I’m barely aware of my surroundings as I float down from my high. My Papis gently lift me, remove the wedge, and lower me onto my back, while I keep my eyes closed and focus on breathing.
“I have one more question,” Skarg says.
I grit my teeth, wondering what now?
I can’t see Thabo, but I assume he nods before Skarg continues, “Is it possible to give her too much stimulant? We’re concerned about times we both prick her skin.”
“No. You can’t hurt her, but you might be exhausted from servicing her,” he teases.
My face shouldn’t even be capable of heating further at this point, but it does.
Chapter Thirteen
Skarg
Mercy is completely quiet after we leave the clinic. I know it’s not because she’s upset about the doctor’s appointment. It’s the park. We’re almost there when I stop the stroller and round to the front.
Kafran squats down next to me so we’re both facing our girl. He sets a hand on her knee. “Mercy…”
She’s pale. More so than usual. Her eyes are wide, and her lips are pursed. She’s also shaking. I think she’s literally on the verge of a panic attack. Because of the park?
Mercy has made it clear on many occasions that exposing herself to other people stresses her out. It’s common for Little girls. We understand that. But her panic is more acute than most. It stems from body image issues. Totally unwarranted body image issues.
Even though Thabo just explained to her that there was nothing wrong with her, she’s unable to accept that.
We will be patient, and we won’t ignore her concerns. She owns her feelings. They deserve to be validated. However, in this instance, we’re going to have to insist she face the other Little girls at the park. It’s the only way we will be able to convince her that no one is going to judge her.
“I don’t want to go,” she sobs. “Please just take me home.”
My heart hurts for our Little girl. I hate forcing her to do this, but I know it’s for the best. Some tough love is sometimes necessary. “You need to face your fears, Baby girl.”
She shakes her head, sending her braids flying. Her sob turns into something bigger as she starts wailing. “No no no. Don’t want to.”
I glance at Kafran as she covers her face.
His brow is furrowed with the same level of concern I feel, but I know we have to be firm on this.
Mercy’s crying so hard she can’t catch her breath. Her face is pale instead of pinkened. She’s shaking violently. She’s really in a full-blown panic attack.
“No no no no no,” she keeps muttering in between sobs. Her eyes are wide, but she’s not seeing anything. She’s staring into space.
I reach out and unfasten the buckle at her waist so I can lift her out of the stroller. Standing, I snuggle her against my chest. If only she could see that she’s not large. She’s tiny compared to me and Kafran. She weighs nothing. She’s so perfect to us that it hurts for her to think otherwise.
Kafran pushes the stroller as I continue to walk toward the park.
Mercy wraps her legs around my waist and holds on tight, her body trembling as she continues to cry.
When we arrive, I sit on a bench a bit of distance from where the other Little girls currently at the park are playing. I rub her back and rock her gently. This has to be done, though it hurts me. I don’t like to see my Little girl upset like this, and I know Kafran doesn’t either.
We’ve let her burn off a lot of steam. It’s time to force her to calm down. I nod toward Kafran as he lifts one of her small hands from my neck and brings her fingers to his lips. She doesn’t fight him as he pierces every fingertip.