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“And do you doubt that I am giving my Little girl either of those things?”
Oddly enough, their argument about whether I deserve a distraction is serving as a distraction all its own. I could swear the temperature in the room has dropped several degrees from the ice coating Jasper’s words, and judging by the way Doctor D’s expression goes carefully blank, he isn’t immune to my brother’s presence.
“Of course not. I am simply giving my professional opinion, as Juliet’s doctor.”
“Your opinion has been noted. Now, tell me how to help my Little girl.”
The air itself seems to crackle with tension as we both wait for Doctor D’s response.
“Very well,” he says with a sigh, just as another painful cramp hits and a sob bursts from my lips.
Jasper rushes to my side, soothing the tendrils of hair that have come loose from my braids back from my sweat-slicked face. “Daddy’s right here, princess. Do you want me to help you feel better?”
Unable to speak past the pain, I jerk my head in something resembling a nod.
“We need to test her ability to orgasm anyway, so I suppose now is as good a time as any.”
I’m vaguely aware of Doctor D taking Jasper’s place on the stool between my thighs, but I don’t care. All that matters is Daddy. Daddy’s touch, Daddy’s smile as he hovers over me.
“Would you like that, princess?” His smile deepens as his other hand slides down my torso to my pussy. “Would you like Daddy to make you feel all better?”
The thought of being brought to orgasm in front of horrible Doctor D, while I’m trying to do everything I can to keep my bowels from releasing right here on the table, is a level of humiliation I couldn’t have even fathomed a few minutes ago. But I’m desperate for something, anything to distract me from my torment, so I nod.
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
“My sweet little princess.” Slipping his fingers between my lips, Daddy grins. “So wet for me, still, even after everything I’ve put you through today. Could you possibly be more perfect for me, Juju?”
Joy lights inside me, swelling in my chest. Nobody has ever called me perfect before, and I certainly never expected to hear it from Jasper. “R-really?” I gasp out as another cramp hits me, the pain mingling with the pleasure of him stroking my swollen clit in a confusing mixture of sensation and emotion that makes my head spin.
“Absolutely perfect. I’ve been looking for a Little girl for a very long time, Juju. Years, in fact. I’d almost given up hope when your Uncle Max approached me about the island. Even then, I wasn’t convinced I’d ever actually find my perfect little princess.”
Something pushes into my pussy and my muscles clamp down around the intruder. It isn’t Daddy, because he’s still playing with my clit.
Doctor D.
“She’s wonderfully responsive, Jasper. The way she’s squeezing my fingers… you are a very lucky man. Pinch her clit for me, I want to see how she responds to the pain.”
Before I can protest, Daddy does exactly that, giving the aching bud a hard, sharp pinch that sends waves of pleasure and pain crashing through me.
“Daddy, no! I don’t like that!”
“I wouldn’t listen to her,” Doctor D says with another of those low, cruel laughs. “If you could feel what I’m feeling right now, you’d know exactly how much she likes it when you hurt her. I’m going to add another finger now, stretch her a bit.”
Full. I’m so full I can’t think straight as Daddy continues to toy with my clit, driving me closer and closer to the edge of reason. Head thrashing from side to side, I become a babbling, incoherent mess, begging for release, for mercy, for whatever might end this torture.
“There we go. Press a bit harder on her clit, Jasper. You’ll need to make her come now unless you want her to wait until after the enema is finished.”
Pleasure floods my system as Daddy follows the doctor’s orders. “Can you show Doctor D how pretty you are when you come, Juju? My beautiful little princess. Come for Daddy, baby.”
My screams echo off the walls as the need inside me fractures. Shatters. Pain and pleasure meld together, until I can no longer tell one from the other as Daddy continues to play with my clit, telling me how pretty I look when I come for him, telling me what a good girl I’m being for him.
“There we go,” he murmurs, pressing another kiss to my sweat-slicked forehead. In the distance, something buzzes, and he chuckles. “Just in time, too. Let’s get you to the bathroom, princess.”
They make quick work of releasing me from my restraints before Daddy scoops me up into his arms and carries me into asmall bathroom just off the exam room. He sets me on my feet in front of the toilet and I sway a bit, unsteady and exhausted already from my ordeal.
“Doctor D is going to remove the nozzle now, princess. You just need to hold it a couple seconds longer until you can sit down. Can you do that for me, baby?”
I jerk my head in agreement, too worn out to even consider speech.