Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Surgient finishes examining her tummy before taking a step toward her chest and palpating her closest breast next. “I need to ask you some questions about your medical history, Kendra,” he prompts. “Have you had any issues with your breasts before?”
She is very restrained, but that doesn’t stop her from trying to arch as Surgient feels all around her sensitive tissue.
“Answer the doctor, Little one,” I encourage. “I know it’s not customary to speak respectfully most places where you’re from, but you’ll learn to address the men you encounter on Eleadia politely with Sir. Now is a good time to start.”
She tips her head back farther, her lips pursed so hard they must hurt. Her nipples are stiff points even though Surgient hasn’t touched them yet. I can scent her arousal growing stronger in the confined space too.
“Have you ever had a breast exam before, Little one?” Surgient encourages.
She nods.
“Use your words, Baby girl,” I prompt.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers. “My…” She swallows as she opens her eyes and stares at the ceiling. “Brad wanted me to get a boob job. He insisted. I’ve had a few consultations.”
I stiffen, frowning. I glance at Surgient. “Boob job?”
Surgient is also frowning. He addresses Kendra. “Someone wanted you to get implants to make your breasts larger?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whimpers. She turns her head toward me. “I never wanted that. I don’t like needles. I don’t want surgery. Please don’t make me get it done.”
My heart feels like it’s going to leap out of my chest. Why on Earth would a man ask this precious, gorgeous, perfect female to alter her body? “Never. I would never do something like that. You’re perfect in every way. I wouldn’t even permit it. We don’t do anything like that on Eleadia.” I set my hand on her arm and slide it up to grip both her wrists in one of my palms.
A tear runs down her cheek. “Thank you. I know they’re small, but I don’t want someone to cut them open and put inserts in me.”
“They are absolutely perfect. Not small. You’re the loveliest female I’ve ever set eyes on. I would never change a thing. No one is going to alter your body.”
She nods.
I shift my gaze to Surgient to explain. “Kendra’s father had planned to have her married to a man against her will.”
Surgient frowns. “Brad.” A low growl escapes his lips. “Such odd customs on Earth.”
Kendra flinches. “That particular custom is unusual and very odd on Earth, but you have to admit this exam is damn odd too,” she points out firmly.
Surgient chuckles. “I suppose so by your standards.” He examines her other breast in the same manner as the first before cupping both with his hands and flicking his thumbs over the nipples.
She moans, shifting her attention back to the ceiling.
“You’ll feel a slight pinch, Little one,” Surgient warns before gripping her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers and pinching them a bit harder than she expects.
She cries out as he holds on to the swollen buds, pulling and twisting for a few seconds before releasing them. “Her breast tissue looks healthy. Her nipples are appropriately responsive.”
Kendra is panting as Surgient moves down between her legs, but she gasps when he removes her diaper. “Are we done yet?”
Chapter Five
Bialar
I squeeze my Little girl’s hands and set my other palm on her tummy just below her breasts, letting my fingers graze the undersides of her small globes. My research suggests most females enjoy stimulation to their breasts, especially their nipples. Even if they haven’t had strong reactions to such stimuli on Earth, their sensitivity increases rapidly under the control of a male’s serum.
Her breath hitches, and her mouth falls open as I stroke her breasts.
My cock is rock hard from her pheromones. Watching her reactions almost brings me to my knees. It will be a long time before I enter her small body with my cock. I need to exercise patience while I wait the six months we’ll be traveling, followed by at least two weeks of her recovering from the trip.
“Remember to speak politely,” I remind her. “But the doctor is just getting started, Little one. He’s going to examine every inch of you before he’s done.”
She closes her mouth and her eyes. I know her mind is at war, but she also realizes she will not win any argument in this room.
Surgient puts on a pair of gloves before he cleans her skin gently while I watch. Her folds are glistening with arousal. That’s a good sign. She’s fighting the driving need. It’s normal. It happens to nearly every female. But the need is growing all the same. She can’t help it. It’s also well known that Little girls experience strong arousal from medical exams and restraints in particular. Something clicks in their minds when they are fully restrained and have no control over the doctor’s exam.