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)
Skarg shakes his head. “We’re going to the park next.”
“Good. That will help her see that Little girls come in all sizes, shapes, and colors.”
I pout. “You don’t understand. You don’t have fat thighs and big boobs.” I know I’m not allowed to be so argumentative, but if ever I was going to push my case, now is the time. I think Thabo will be more understanding since I’m not his Little girl.
He smiles warmly. “First of all, you don’t have fat thighs or boobs that are too large either, Little one. That’s simply what you’ve been told. You will see other Little girls who have bigger breasts and thicker thighs as you meet more people. It’s not really about your size, though. It’s about accepting our culture of exposure. You wouldn’t be in nearly as big of a panic if you were clothed.”
“See?” I blurt out. “Why can’t I have clothes?” I shoot a glare at my Papis.
Thabo remains calm. “It’s not our custom, Little one. The weather on Eleadia makes clothing completely unnecessary. In addition, we don’t allow our mates to touch their nipples. I’m sure you already realize they are more sensitive than they were before you met your Papis. That’s part of the bonding process. You’ll be even more aware of them after you get them pierced.”
I continue to frown. I’m not looking forward to that part of my new life either. The thought makes me feel like I’m going to faint. I can’t fathom letting someone push a needle through my nipples. Then again, my Papis have pierced them with their quills. Will it be any different?
I shudder as I consider what it will be like to look down and see stones dangling from my tits. Unimaginable.
“Let me tell you something, Little one,” Thabo continues, “You’re not the first Little girl to express body issues. Not even the first one who thinks she’s overweight. Keep in mind that some Little girls suffer from exactly the opposite. Some girls are underweight when they first arrive. They’re just as self-conscious about people seeing their skinny bodies and horrified about exposing their small breasts. I’ve had this exact opposite conversation with a number of newly arrived mates, Mercy. Little girls who think their nipples are too tiny and their boobs too flat. They’re so embarrassed. When you meet someone with underdeveloped breasts, what will you say to them?”
I gasp. “I would never say a thing.”
“And you can rest assured they will not judge you for the size of your breasts either, Mercy.”
I sigh as I look away. His words are very kind, and they even make sense, but I’m still not convinced. He doesn’t understand how catty human women can be.
He gives my knees a squeeze before turning to my Papis. “Help her lie back.”
I don’t fight them as they stretch me out and restrain me. I’m growing used to it even though I don’t like it.
“Have you had intercourse yet?” Thabo asks while he palpates my stomach.
My face heats. These men have such frank discussions about sex. It’s so uncomfortable.
Kafran shakes his head. “No. We were waiting for you to give us the all-clear today. We did, however, penetrate her with our combined fingers in the middle of the night. There was a barrier, and we tore through it.”
“We also fingered her bottom,” Skarg adds.
I squeeze my eyes closed and purse my lips, wishing I could fall through a crack in the universe.
“Good. I’ll examine both to check for any tears.”
I’m strapped to the table, as usual, my arms above my head. I’m not the least bit surprised when the doctor restrains my legs open in stirrups. Nor am I shocked when he shines a bright light between my legs.
“I’m going to insert a speculum, Little one,” he informs me. “I want to test your elasticity. I’ll open the speculum as wide as you can tolerate so I can examine inside your channel as well and ensure you can easily take your Papis’ girths.”
I don’t respond. I might scream if one of my Papis makes me utter polite words. I’m too mortified to be polite and respectful. I’m not bothered by the insertion of the cold metal speculum, but I wince when I feel the device stretching me.
“Are you okay, Little one?” Thabo asks.
I nod, gritting my teeth. It doesn’t hurt. It’s just tight.
Finally, after what seems like an eon, he removes the stupid speculum. “Everything looks perfect. Entering her will cause her some pressure and possibly discomfort, but she’ll be fine after a minute.”
“Thank you,” Kafran says, “and her rectum?” Is it really necessary to remind the doctor to check my asshole?
Thabo removes the restraints from my legs. For a moment, I feel like maybe he’s going to forgo the humiliating task of examining my forbidden hole, but I’m not so lucky.