Daddy's Here(82)

“More,” she moaned, blinking as if lost in a daydream. “I need more.”

In response the doctor continued turning the handle, the cylinder slowly working its way deeper into her. Her expression changed when it passed the five inch marker, animal lust seeming to take over her body. She writhed on the chair, clearly in the midst of the hysteria the doctor had warned her about. “More,” she snarled again.

The doctor turned to Edward with a bewildered expression on his face. “She has nine in the rear and eight in the front. I have never known anyone to do that before. Whoever becomes her papa will be very happy indeed. Absolutely incredible.”

“Take them out,” he replied curtly. “I better get her back.” He did not add that his reasoning was that if he watched her moaning and grinding on the cylinders any longer he would have to take her there and then and to hell with decorum.

“No,” Laura begged. “Not yet.”

The doctor smiled. “I do not take orders from littles,” he said. “I take them from adults.”

She screamed with frustration as the cylinders were cranked back out of her. As the doctor untied her she looked as if she were awakening from a daydream, blinking slowly several times and looking down at her body before standing up and blushing deeply. She remained frozen in place as the doctor tied the nappy back in place between her hips and then she mutely followed Edward from the examination room.

Edward walked out of the surgery and gulped several times at the fresh air, attempting to dispel the urgent need he felt to ravish her that very moment. The entire walk back to his home, he insisted she walk behind him, unable to look at her for fear that lust would overrule the reasoning part of his mind and compel him to take her without caring who saw. He stopped when they reached the house and turned to face her. “I must ask you something,” he said.

“Yes papa,” she replied, staring placidly back at him.

“Will you give me your hand in marriage?” he asked, watching closely to see how she reacted. “I would very much like to become both your papa and your husband.





Chapter 13





Laura was in a daze as she walked back into Westall’s house. She knew he had proposed, that she had said yes, and yet it was still like a dream to her. She had left the doctor’s with her body sore and her mind full of pent up emotion. Lust filled thoughts had taken over her whilst she was being examined, she knew that now. It was not her that had growled out, “More,” it was the sinful desires deep within her that had taken over.

She shuddered as she thought of the two cylinders deep inside her, a sensation she felt she would never forget for as long as she lived. She had felt in pain, stretched wide by their intrusion, yet also more alive than ever before. The feeling of fullness they had provided had brought something bubbling to the surface within her, something she had long kept buried, afraid of it, terrified by what it might mean. It might mean she was not a respectable woman. For what respectable woman would enjoy having both her holes filled at the same time?

It could only be the confused state of her mind that had led her to say no to Westall’s proposal. What other reason could there possibly be for such madness? He had asked, she had immediately said no, feeling her heart sink as she did so. But now, just a short time later, she was already regretting it. She was beginning to realise she needed a papa. Not only that but she had just been given the chance to spend her life with the perfect one for her. And she had turned him down.

As she walked into the hallway of Westall’s house, she stopped dead. Standing before her was the last person she wanted to see. It was her stepmother.”

“Lady Rothsfield,” Mr Westall said, walking towards the furious looking woman. “How good it is to see you again.”

She waved away his hand. “Do not attempt pleasantries with me you depraved pervert. I have come to retrieve my stepdaughter from this cesspit of sin.”

“I am afraid I do not understand.”

“She is stood there in a nappy, as naked as the day she was born, for all the world like some penny dreadful version of an infant and you do not understand me? You will burn in hell for this Mr Westall, mark my words.”

“I assure you madam, my techniques have the firmest possible basis in science. I could guide you to several periodicals which discuss in great detail…”

“Enough. I had my doubts when you were first touted as a solution to her problems. But to find out what goes on here, I am shocked sir. Laura, get dressed this instant. We are leaving.”

Laura took a step away from her. “But I do not want to leave.”