In the Custody of the Dom (Hideaway Book 1) (6 page)

As if she had, or wanted, any choice.

He spread her open with his fingers, and she whimpered as the bulbous tip touched her, and the wet thermometer was slowly, insistently inserted. Delight and shame merged so confusingly, she simply closed her eyes to savor the long, cool push of the instrument sliding up inside her; of them forcing her to submit to the procedure so that they could give her the treatment she needed and the release she craved.

“Shh,” said Master Dan, his gloved hand warm across her buttocks as he held the long glass rod at full depth inside her. “That’s it. Nice and easy.”

It felt
so
good.

“Hey, Sam, did you know Master Dan’s a real doctor?” said Master Jake, quietly.

“He is?” she mumbled. From the way he’d been examining her, she wasn’t surprised.

“Yep. Fully qualified. He’ll take you apart, but he can put you back together, too.”

The men’s soft laughter washed over her.

“Hush Jake, don’t go giving my secrets away,” said Master Dan, but he didn’t sound annoyed.

She made a mental note to ask to see his medical certificates when all this was over. She was pretty sure
that
would annoy him.

“Will,” said Master Dan, “Do me a favor. Glove up and put your finger inside my patient. Examine her urethral area thoroughly, but don’t penetrate it. Jake, keep an eye out for any discomfort.”

The doms did as directed. Master Will’s hand pushed between her legs, under the instrument, and slipped his finger in, twisting it around to probe the sensitive spot while Master Jake watched her face so intently she felt herself blushing again. She winced, and Master Jake commented on it immediately. A moment later, she moaned as Master Will’s finger slipped from her.

“Check your finger,” said Master Dan. “Any blood?”

There was a pause, and then a warm voice she hadn’t heard before, that must be Master Will’s, said, “She’s a little swollen, and there’s no blood that I can see, but I’d say she’s a mite sore down there. Why?”

“Well, someone ripped out her own catheter earlier.”

“Really?” Master Will sounded incredulous, as though the idea that someone would defy Master Dan to that extent was unthinkable. There was a pause. Then he said, “I don’t see any signs of her having been disciplined.”

Clearly ripping out catheters wasn’t something Master Dan’s clients usually did, or perhaps, got away with.

She could feel them all looking at her as she lay restrained and penetrated, and shivered under their hands.

“Discipline isn’t what Sam needs tonight. However,” he said, pointedly, “if she knew me well enough to know what I do to uncooperative suspects, I think she might have given her actions a tad more consideration.”

“Are you going to punish her?” said Master Jake.

Master Dan paused. “That’s up to her.”

“I think after what she’s been through, she’s earned the right to feel that big wet cock of yours sliding in between her legs,” said Master Jake.

She took in a deep breath, and dared to hope.

“Someone likes that idea,” said Master Will. She could hear the amusement in his voice.

“Does she, now,” said Master Dan. He was smiling too, she knew it.

She tried to eject the thermometer in a moment of rebellion, to let him know she hadn’t given in yet, but he held it firmly inside her.

“Do you need another enema, Sam?” he said. “If you’re that uncomfortable, I think perhaps you do.”

“No, Sir. Sorry, it was just a reflex.”

He gave a low laugh. “A reflexive attempt to test me, I believe.”

She smiled sheepishly. Someone rubbed her back. Master Dan. She was getting to know his touch now. “Just a little longer, sweetheart. Try to relax.”

She closed her eyes and concentrated on the presence of the men around her, and the thick, delightfully invasive presence of the instrument in her rectum.

As long as this had taken, it was still too soon when Master Dan gently tugged the thermometer from her body, and made a note of the result. She frowned, wishing he’d slide it back in. He pressed a firm hand to her forehead.

“Sam, your temperature is a little elevated. Not surprising given the night’s activities and your general stress levels. I don’t think it’s anything to worry about, but we’ll keep an eye on it and check you again later.”

Thank you.

Master Dan glanced at his companions, and then down at her. “Sam, do you need to urinate?”

“No,” she said, although now he’d drawn her attention to it, she did, badly. He’d been right about the water being absorbed.

His expression darkened. “You’re lying,” he said. “One more time and you’ll be severely punished, Sam, I don’t care what else is going on, or that it’s your first time with me.” He looked at Master Jake and Master Will. “Turn her onto her back, keep her restrained. I’m going to empty Sam’s bladder for her, since she seems incapable of knowing when she needs to do it herself.”

Several minutes later, she lay flat on her back. Master Jake and Master Will each controlled a shoulder and a wrist. They watched closely as Master Dan instructed them on how to safely insert a catheter into a resistant patient. He remained kneeling between her bent, spread legs, so she couldn’t bring them together as she filled a new bag. He prodded over her bladder.

“Better?”

She flushed red. “Yes.”

He looked at her seriously and put a bracing hand on her left knee as he held the tube in place. “We’ll give it a few more minutes.”

She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the feeling of several strong men holding her down. Before long, his fingers spread her open, and the thin latex tube was slowly and carefully withdrawn. She sighed in relief.

Master Dan winked at her. “See, that’s how it’s
supposed
to come out, darlin’.” He wiped her down with more antiseptic. “There, all done.”

She smiled, and winced as the light from overhead stabbed into her eye.

Her dom took Master Will’s place at her side. His thumb forced her eyes wide open, and she read genuine concern on his face. “You’re still in pain.”

“A little,” she admitted.

“I’d say it’s more than a little.” His fingers stroked gently over her forehead, cool and soothing. “Do you have any medication for it?”

She hesitated. “In my bag. By the bed.”

He got up and walked away, and she heard her bag unzip.

“These are suppositories,” he said.

“I got them because sometimes I get motion sickness on planes, and can’t take pills.” Even after everything that had happened, she still felt embarrassed enough to feel she needed to justify having this type of medicine.

He nodded, reading the medicine’s information leaflet. “So you’ve taken this before, and you’re not allergic to any of the ingredients?”

“No.”

“No,
what?
”

She swallowed. “No, Sir.”

He grunted. “Better.”

“I don’t want suppositories now, though. Can you please get me some pills?”

“I’m not a pharmacy, sweetheart, and I can’t get you drugs. It’s these or nothing, and I you need to take them if we’re ever going to budge that headache of yours and let you get some rest.”

“And an orgasm?” she said, hopefully.

The doms burst out laughing, and he grinned. “And an orgasm, if you want it, sweetheart.”

He came back to kneel behind her. “Sam, if I administer these suppositories, are you going to lie still and let me do it?”

“No,” she said.

“At least she’s honest,” said Master Will.

“No,
what?
” said Master Dan.

She swallowed, knowing she was testing him, and in front of other doms, no less. “No, Sir, I will not allow you to give me medicine that way.”

“I’m sorry,
what?
You won’t
allow
me?” For a moment he looked damned dangerous, but his gaze slowly softened, and his eyes twinkled. “Tell you what; if you can get to the door before these two, I’ll escort you to the convenience store downstairs, and you can buy some aspirin.”

“Sir, that’s not fair.”

He shrugged. “I think it’s very fair. What do you think, gentlemen?”

“Sounds fair to me,” Master Jake grinned.

“To tell you the truth, I don’t like our chances,” said Master Will, getting a laugh from the others.

With big, strong doms either side of her, there was no way she was going to win this. Still, she staggered to her feet and made a break for it. Master Jake and Master Will allowed her to get halfway across the room before bringing her to the floor again. Her sex clenched, demanding to be filled as they wrestled her face down, and put her in an unbreakable hold.

Master Dan was behind her. Her paper gown rustled as it was pulled up to expose her bare buttocks once again. Gloved fingers spread her open, and she squirmed in surprise as a long, wet nozzle was inserted. A moment later her anus was filled with a cool, thick substance.

“What’s that?” she demanded, straining against her captors, the effort causing her body to noisily expel a large amount of the stuff. It spurted over her buttocks and inner thighs, and dribbled down.

“That’s
it
,” said Master Dan. “Brace yourself for your punishment, Sam.”

Suddenly she was restrained to the point of fear. Someone pressed hard on her lower back, keeping her hips down.

She heard the sharp report of the first spank almost before the pain of it escaped as a shocked cry. Quite a few more spanks followed in quick succession. Her ass was on fire, and she almost came.

“Samantha, stop this
now
,” growled Master Dan. He wiped between her legs, cleaning her up before reinserting the nozzle.

She whimpered quietly as the plunger was slowly depressed, emptying its load deep in her rectum.

“Don’t give me that,” said Master Dan. “You’ll take your medicine now, Samantha. Don’t you dare fight me this time.”

She heard him pop the foil packet open, and then a long, thick bullet was pressed to her anus and poked inside. Immediately, and genuinely, her body attempted to get rid of it, and she felt it protruding halfway out before Master Dan muttered, “Oh no, you don’t,” and pushed it back in. Just when she thought it was over, another dose was pressed inside her. This time, he didn’t withdraw after the insertion, but instead drove the full length of his finger inside her, pushing the chalky medicine in deep and holding it there.