It was once too many and he sobbed, his legs giving way as the gates to
his balls opened and the hot seed within started flowing up his cock.
With a cry that took the last of his breath away he leant over her little
sobbing form, jerking as his body pumped his seed into her, jerking as
her anal canal seemed to respond and milk him, her anus finally opening
to let him pass.
“Yes, that’s done it!” Molly giggled, seeing Martin achingly rise to his
feet again, his balls returning to their normal size again.
Doctor Stevens was thrilled with the slender child Nurse Bishop brought
in to him the next morning. Her uniform already removed, she was lithe
and slender, flat chested, flat bellied, and just her proud Mons-Venus
rose, a lovely mark of her girlhood.
“This is Susan Tate Doctor,” Nurse Bishop announced, helping the nervous
girl to climb up onto the examination table and then securing each of the
child’s slim limbs in turn to the its corners.
Jeremy nodded and watched her limbs part while he rubbed a light ointment
into his hands, a recent innovation from the chemist in the kitchens and
something he’d been told he would enjoy. The lotion made his flesh tingle
slightly, but not unduly. However, he could well imagine what it might
feel like placed on more tender flesh and grinned in anticipation.
“Miss Marchant had requested that Susan should have clitoral
development,” Anne murmured, also eyeing the cute little chink between
the girl’s legs. Her labia was hardly pronounced at all, and the child’s
inner lips were slender petals that almost naturally stayed flat to her
skin. At the apex was the little sheaf of skin that protected her labia
and in this case, it truly was small, hardly rising at all and in little
need of those full lips to protect it.
Sitting himself between Susan’s legs, he began to stroke and pet her pink
slit, intentionally coating her crotch with the ointment on his hands and
holding his breath as he waited for a reaction.
It didn’t take long. Almost before he was finished her breath had
quickened and her young loins had begun to squirm, turning in her bonds
as the irritant burnt into her sexual parts.
A glow came to her vulva that had not been there before and the little
hood of her clit swelled, her clit appearing a moment later, an
infinitely smooth bulb of flesh swollen with blood but still only a
little larger than a match head.
Inflamed, she whimpered in her need, lifting her crotch in an effort to
have him touch her sexually. With a finger still retaining the ointment,
William wriggled it up against her moist little cunt, then pressed it
into her, parting her hot slippery little vagina to then press upward
with his fingertip and grin at the look of delight on the child’s face.
“Like it?” he asked, stretching the roof of her birth canal. Eyes bright
but breathless, the child nodded and tossed her hips again, her legs
straining to open further for him.
She gave a little cry and Doctor Stevens felt the flood of hot wetness
about his finger and then watched the child strain against her bonds,
driven to it by her pleasure. He was almost tempted to mount her; she
looked so vulnerable.
Instead, he ordered the extra restraints that would hold her sex immobile
and prepared the tools he’d need.
Anne wound the middle of the table upwards, lifting the child’s buttocks
and crotch higher than the rest of her and stretching her in the process.
But to further keep her from swivelling her crotch, she picked up a small
metal device, four inches long and L shaped. At one end it had been
fashioned into a bracket that would attach to the tabletop. At the other,
it was moulded like the head of a cock.
Parting the child’s moist little chink, Anne firmly pressed the cold
metal cock head into the child, then fixed the other end to the table,
fastening it into place and affectively holding the child’s crotch
completely still – unless she wanted to tear her cunt open of course.
Anne licked her lips as she thought of that, of what it might be like to
actually see it.
Jeremy was ready and sat between Susan’s legs. With the tip of a hook, he
had caught the top edge of the child’s clitoris and pulled it back
sharply, exposing the tender and timid little tip of her bulb. Jeremy
slid it between her body and her clitoris, and then slid the cotton sheaf
over the little bulb, pulling on the fastenings that closed it over her
clitoris.
Susan was gaping now, her eyes wide with fright and her body shaking with
her nervousness. Jeremy knew that this would pass as she became used to
this. He might, of course, put a ring in her hood to make it easier to do
this if her course of treatment took longer than anticipated. If this
approach didn’t work, he thought to himself as he attached the cord and
weights to the loop on the end of the clitoris cover, then he might even
try putting a ring directly into her sensitive little clitoris.
He let the weights hang loose just under her bottom and smiled as he
watched them pull on her clitoris. At the same time, Susan gasped and
jerked, her body shaking uncontrollably as the sensations shooting
through her body brought on a second orgasm.
“What a lovely child,” he murmured, standing to watch her better and to
see how her head tossed and her eyes darted wildly back and forth, as the
small weights constantly pulled on the tip of her little love button.
“One hour for the first session, then thirty minutes for each of her
subsequent sessions. I’ll do a visual inspection of her in one week,” he
told his nurse as she made hurried notes in the child’s journal.
Doctor Stevens’s next appointment waited for him in the basement tied
with her arms behind her and fastened to the wall by her hair. She softly
whimpered and sobbed around the gag in her mouth, brought on by the
beating she’d been given, her developing body showing the marks, mostly
on her bottom, her budding breasts and the smooth ball of her pubis.
There were also many red lines created by the slender crop that Jessica
still held in her hand. Lady Jessica paced back and forth in front of the
child while her father remained in a chair, watching with a smile on his
face and stroking his erection with his hand.
“What can I do for you?” Jeremy asked. The girl’s sobbing grew when she
saw him, her eyes begging him not to hurt her. Jessica grinned
sadistically and licked her lips.
“She’s wet herself,” she told him.
Jeremy looked down at the girl’s gleaming thighs and the pool of wetness
around her legs and nodded. “They do sometimes, when they’re really
hurt,” he agreed.
“You want me to stop her with a plug?” he asked. He could do it, or even
insert a tube into her and direct it elsewhere.
“No. She pisses like a little girl. I want it to rush out and spray
everything around with it.” Jessica told him, a gleam in her eye.
Jeremy grinned. He could do that too, and liked the woman’s imagination.
As with all the rooms at St Saviour’s, there was a whipping horse in the
corner, the wooden seat covered with soft leather. Jeremy went over to it
and pulled out parts of the seat, turning and rearranging them so that
the sculptured ends that had been hidden within the seat, now stood
upwards.