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Warning: This work may be offensive to some readers. Additionally, there is an onscreen and graphically described rape of a teenage girl by a much older man. Feel free to back out if need be.

Author's Note: Sometimes, world-building just goes to dark places.

Submitting Info:
Stacked with: RAVEN (2023); MC4A (Su-Y6)
Individual Challenges: Colors of the Sky; Ravenclaw MC; Gryffindor MC; Magical MC (Y); Magical MC; Sandbox (Y); Reader; Cinematic; Gamer; Dreamers; Elder Berries [x2]; Rian-Russo Inversion; Disabled; Short Jog; Bucket Listing; The Story Goes On; Eating Cake (Y); Exchange (Y); Two Cakes (Y); Vial Collector; Ship Sails; Lunar Era; Rainbow Connection; Lemonade; Pet Food; WIP It; Mercy General (Y)
RAVEN Challenges: Set [52](Doctor Office); Items[137](Towel); Colors [84](Lime);
Other MC4A Challenges: SuB [1D](Desert); Chim [Teasel]("Wait for It" – Hamilton; Turned Left Instead AU); Hunt [Su Items (Planter/Pot)]; Fire [x3](From the Background); Garden [Flowers (Emerald)];
Representation(s): Toymaker Dedalus Diggle/Penelope Clearwater; Chim Song Prompt
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: Grease Monkey; Lyre Liar; Muck & Slime; Rock of Ages; Abandoned Ship; In the Trench; Second Verse (Not a Lamp; Persistence Still; Found Family; Nontraditional; Mother Hen; Nightingale; Spinning Plates; Unwanted Advice; Lock & Key; Lovely Coconuts); Chorus (Odd Feathers; Pocky Pockets; Wabi Sabi; Bee Haven; Fizzy Lemonade; Mouth of Babes; Tomorrow's Shade; A Long Dog; Larger than Life); Demo 1 (Under the Bridge); Demo 2 (Sitting Hummingbird)
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: T3 (Toad); SN (Rail; Negate); O3 (Olivine); Once (Santa Fe); CM (Brier; Yogin); War (Monomania; Sanctuary; Ennui)
Word Count: 1205 words

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Doll Doctor
Part 3: Waste No Time
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Dedalus managed to get Penelope to the reception desk without a fight or resorting to more spellwork. The old witch working the desk took one look at Penelope and rushed them through the check-in process. She ushered them both into one of the exam rooms immediately, despite how the waiting room was empty. As he helped Penelope towards the large chair in the center of the room, the reception witch pulled out a folded towel from one of the cupboards.

"The healer will be with you both soon," she said as she handed the towel to Penelope. Her smile was kind. "You can drape this over your lap after you remove your clothes, honey. It's not much but it's enough to keep you from catching a chill while you wait."

She left without waiting for a reply.

"I don't want to," Penelope said, still holding the folded fabric. She hugged it to her chest like a stuffed animal. "I don't want to be here at all."

"I know," Dedalus returned. He rubbed his palms over the bare skin of her arms. She flinched at the touch, but he ignored it. She was overwrought at the moment. "The sooner we finish up here, the sooner we can go home."

She let him tug the towel out of her arms. Setting it aside, he made quick work of removing the emerald vest and gray skirt that he had put on her not even an hour before. She didn't help him any, but she also didn't fight him, which was a marked improvement on how things normally went. He had her sit on the exam chair while he folded the skirt and vest.

Septimus came in when they had been waiting only a few minutes. His blue eyes were locked on the file he held open in his hands. His distinctive red hair had a few more streaks of gray than the last time Dedalus had seen him. He had tied it back today. He wore the tight-fitting robes of the lime green that marked him as a fully-trained healer. They suited his stern demeanor, especially as he lifted his gaze to look over Penelope's hunched figure.

"Did you refrain from medicating her?" Septimus asked in lieu of greeting either of them. Dedalus nodded quickly. Septimus frowned. "Spell, then?"

"Oh," Dedalus said, realizing what must be bothering Septimus. "No, we ran into Albus on our way in. She's been like this since."

"Of course," Septimus said. He nodded his head sharply and set the file down on a counter, still open. "Albus always did have a way with words."

He set the file down on the counter near the sink, still open. Then he pulled a sky blue dicto-quill out of a planter filled otherwise with tongue depressors. After licking the tip, it popped into position for notetaking over the file. Septimus started washing his hands in the sink. Drying them with one of the disposable towels from the dispenser of them, he turned back towards Penelope.

"Do you know why you are here, Mrs. Diggle?" Septimus got a hiccup of a sob as an answer. He pursed his lips briefly as he pulled out a pair of thick medical gloves. He continued to speak as he pulled the black rubber onto his hands and forearms. "You bonded three months ago. Magical bonds change many things in a wix's body. Sometimes, those changes can sometimes cause imbalances and illnesses. Your husband is concerned that's the case for you. So we're going to assess you thoroughly, and then we'll decide how treat any issues we find."

"I can tell you what the issue is," Penelope bit out, attitude returning. Her hands clenched around the towel draped across her lap. Dedalus barely held in his sigh. He should have known that her being acquiescent wouldn't last. Her blue eyes were burning as they focused on the healer. "I don't want to be bonded, not to anyone but especially not to this monster! I want to go home!"

"I see," Septimus answered, his tone even as if she had not just shouted at him. The dicto-quill twitched its way through a note. "Do you often experience these bursts of irrational anger?"

"Irrational anger?!" Penelope snapped as she surged to her feet. The towel fluttered to the ground, already forgotten. "I think it's perfectly rational to be angry about being kidnapped and kept locked and, and, and made to do things with a man old enough to be my grandfather! Why is everyone acting like it's normal?!"

"Because it is, Mrs. Diggle," Septimus said, still calm. The quill moved through several more lines. "Since you're already standing, please turn and place your forearms on the chair. I'll start the exam with your back and buttocks."

"No!" she yelled, even stomping her foot. Septimus simply raised an eyebrow at her childish defiance. She responded by baring her teeth at him in a silent snarl only to step back when Septimus drew his wand.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Mrs. Diggle, but make no mistake, we will be doing the assessment. Now, which will it be?"

For a moment, it looked like Penelope was thinking about continuing her tantrum. Then she turned back towards the exam chair. Her arms were visibly trembling as she lowered them to the leather seat. The position had her bent over with her shapely butt sticking out. Her legs spread to shoulder-width apart for balance. The flange of her anal plug was just visible, mostly due to the glint of the chain still attached to it.

"Good choice," Septimus praised as he cast a diagnostic spell over her. His gaze cut over to Dedalus before returning to the blue and red of Penelope's plug. "Enchantments?" He doesn't bat an eye as Dedalus listed the ones on the plug. Penelope shivered as she held the position through it. "And do you keep her plugged all of the time?"

"Yes," Dedalus admitted. "I thought it would help her adjust. You know, just a little reminder of her place. It clearly hasn't worked."

"Clearly," Septimus agreed in a tone as dry as a desert, "but it does seem to be helping some. She hasn't rejected it outright at least." He laid one hand against the swell of her left ass cheek, pushing it slightly away from the other one. "I will need to remove both these things for the exam, however."

Without further ado, Septimus grabbed the flange of the plug and pulled it out. Penelope arched her back as she moaned loudly. Her moan turned to a shocked wail as Septimus dropped the plug. It dangled by the chain attached to the clip on her clit. After a moment, the clip slid loose from the weight. Both fell to the towel lying between Penelope's feet. Her body heaved as she panted through the sensations.

"Patient responds positively to abrupt stimuli," Septimus intoned in the near-quiet that followed. Penelope shuddered at the words. Dedalus felt his eyes widened in recognition of just how true that was of his new wife. He licked his lips and leaned closer to them, suddenly eager for the exam to continue.