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.
Daddy slowly drags his finger between my folds, gathering my wetness and using it to lubricate my clit. When the beeps grow too fast, he stops and returns to my entrance. Next, he trails his finger lower until he’s teasing my tight rosette.
“I bet your bottom will be nice and loose for me with that medicine in your system. Let’s see.” He easily presses his finger into my bottom.
The beeping comes faster as my heart rate increases. I hate that it’s so obvious how aroused I get when he touches my bottom. It shouldn’t affect me, but it does.
“My naughty Little pet enjoys having her bottom penetrated,” he says, easing his finger in and out, reaching deeper each time. “Someday, you’ll be able to take my cock into your tight hole. It will feel so good, you’ll wake the whole building with your screams.”
I think my face heats with embarrassment. Am I at least capable of that sort of physiological response?
Daddy pulls his finger out, cleans it with a disinfecting wipe, and then resumes tormenting my clit. He doesn’t use enough pressure or linger long enough for me to get off. He’s so in tune with me that he knows exactly what I need, and he’s not going to give it to me.
Yamal squeezes the bag of formula above my head. “We can take the tube out now. The effects of the muscle relaxant will slowly ease off in the next few hours. Keep an eye on her as she regains movement. She’ll be able to suck a bottle on her own by her next feeding. If you have any concerns, bring her back or call me.”