Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Embarrassment floods me, causing my pussy to throb harder. It’s a cycle. The humiliation of my exposure and punishment is fueling my arousal. I’ve never been so mortified in my life.
Bamgin meets my gaze while he sucks my arousal from his finger, and then he bends forward and kisses me. It’s a soft meeting of lips at first, but then he deepens the kiss, licking along the seam of my lips until I part for him.
I can taste my arousal on his tongue. It’s heady and makes me writhe, even though I have very little ability to move my upper body.
Nanish’s hand comes to my pelvis, securing me to the exam table with his palm while stroking through my folds with his middle finger.
When Bamgin releases my lips, he cups my face and smiles at me. Even though he just punished me in the weirdest most embarrassing manner in front of the doctor, he’s not mad.
“Go ahead and let her come,” Dankin says. “It will help her relax while I continue my exam.”
My body tenses. My Papis are going to make me come right here in front of the doctor? I open my mouth to protest but all that comes out is a long moan as Nanish pushes a finger into me. His fingers are long and thick, and the one digit stretches me, making me feel so full. And then he flattens his palm against my clit and grinds down.
I come instantly, writhing against the table. The restraints force me to pull up short and cause my pussy to grip Nanish’s finger harder as one orgasm turns into two. Nothing in my life has ever felt this good. I’m left in a euphoric state of total bliss as Papi eases his finger out and bends down to kiss my pussy.
“Such a good girl,” Bamgin whispers against my lips, kissing me. He strokes the top of my head. “You’re going to be angelic while the doctor examines you,” he informs me.
He’s probably right. I’m so sated I’d do almost anything.
Chapter Eleven
Margaret
I’m still reeling from this surreal experience as Bamgin moves to stand at my head and Dankin comes to my side. There’s no way to repress a moan when the doctor’s fingers start palpating my boobs.
“Have you ever had any issues with your breasts, Little one?”
“No, Sir,” I manage to murmur, remembering my manners.
Nanish’s hand is still hovering against my pussy, and he pats my swollen wet folds as if to praise me for my reverence toward the doctor.
I’m panting heavily, trying not to experience such intense arousal. It won’t stop. My clit is pulsing against Papi’s palm, and my tits are still throbbing from being spanked.
Two men spanked my nipples while one watched. Madness. This can’t be happening. I’m out of my body, floating around the room.
Dankin thumbs my nipple, causing me to arch my chest even though I’m unsuccessful. The strap is keeping me from moving more than a tiny bit.
“Hard pinch, Little one. Deep breath for me,” Dankin says a moment before he grips my titty between his thumb and finger so hard I squeeze my eyes closed and grit my teeth. He adjusts his fingers and does it again two more times, tormenting my sore bud as if he’s trying to milk me.
I let out a long breath as he switches to my other breast. At least this time I’m prepared, expecting his fingers to roam all over my muscular tissue before pinching that nipple three times in the same way. It hurts, especially since my titties were spanked hard a few minutes ago. They’re sore and throbbing when he finally shifts his attention to my tummy.
“Has she wet her diaper yet?”
I stare at Bamgin as he shakes his head. “No. She did have a full bottle before we moved her here, but she hasn’t peed yet.”
I moan when Dankin’s fingers find my bladder and prod it, bringing to my attention how badly I need to pee.
The doctor moves down the table farther, lifting my thigh and angling it out wide. He settles my bent leg in a stirrup and secures it in three places.
As the doctor heads for the end of the table, Bamgin comes back to my side. He sets one of his huge palms on my inner thigh.
“I don’t want to jostle her knee too much, Nanish. Can you hold her leg out straight for me?” Dankin puts gloves on his hands while he speaks.
Nanish secures my bad leg against his hip, careful to avoid my knee.
Dankin drops the front of the table, leaving my ass right at the edge. I’m naked and so exposed, and I can’t even argue because suddenly I don’t speak any language.
The doctor uses a wet cloth to wipe my folds before palpating them. “This swelling is normal. Her labia are engorged with extra blood when she’s aroused.”