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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: Dark places do not include medical ethics, apparently.

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 [30](Clean); Items [116](Spoon); Colors [136](Sky);
Other MC4A Challenges: SuB [4B](Firefly); Chim [Teasel]("Wait for It" – Hamilton; Turned Left Instead AU); [x3](From the Background); Garden [Melancholia (Tears and Rain)];
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)
Space Address (Prompt): 3C (Language Kink)
Word Count: 1473 words

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Doll Doctor
Part 4: Relentless
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"Do you engage in anal intercourse often?" Septimus asked. With one hand still keeping Penelope's ass spread, he slid two fingers of his other hand into her anus. He began to pump them in and out, scissoring them occasionally.

"Fairly regularly, yeah," Dedalus answered distractedly. Septimus hummed an acknowledgement as he added a third finger. Penelope moaned and shuddered.

"Does he climax inside your rectum, Mrs. Diggle?" Septimus punctuated the question with a sharp jab that made Penelope yelp. He repeated the motion when she failed to answer the question. "This will go much more smoothly if you answer all questions expeditiously and fully. Does he climax inside your rectum, Mrs. Diggle?"

"Ye-yes," she managed. Septimus gave a thin smile and rewarded her by folding his pinkie alongside his other fingers. Penelope let out a low moan. Her head dropped to the leather of the chair she was bent over. "He climaxes inside me."

"Inside your what, Mrs. Diggle?" Septimus prompted. "Speak up and remember to enunciate."

"In my—" She cut herself off with a groan as he pressed the ridge of his knuckles against her rim. "In my ass! He comes in my ass!"

"Such crude language," Septimus scolded. He stroked her stretched anus with his thumb. It flexed under the attention. "Patient becomes vulgar verbally when stimulated anally." He pulled his fingers from her. Penelope's anus fluttered around the sudden emptiness for a long moment before trying to pull back into a tight furl. It didn't quite make it, leaving a gap that Septimus easily slipped his thumbs into so that he could pull it open again. "Patient exhibits impeded anal contraction after manual manipulation. Gape is sufficient for anal intercourse. Anal color indicated diet has adequate color." He slipped his index fingers in alongside his thumbs. "You know, if you regularly use her anally, you might consider getting an enchanted tattoo to reduce the need to purchase or brew lubricant. There are variations which would also keep her clean and ready just as her plug while allowing her to tighten fully."

"Would you suggest that instead of plugging her?"

"No!" Penelope shouted. She tried to stand up, but Septimus quickly moved one of his hands to grip the back of her neck and hold her down on the chair. "No! You can't!"

"Settle, Mrs. Diggle!" Septimus commanded. She tried kicking out and missed. He slapped his free hand against her ass hard enough that a bright red impression was visible immediately. She shrieked and bucked as she tried to escape. Septimus gathered both her wrists in one hand and held them at the small of her back. The move brought his hips flushed against her butt. Penelope froze at the touch. "That's it. Calm now. Settle, you silly girl."

Penelope laid there trembling. Septimus kept her pinned as her panting slowed. Dedalus barely dared to breathe as he watched. He had the idly thought that he might not mind watching his wife fuck another man. Not if that other man was Septimus.

"Patient exhibits violent distress at the mention of not being continuously plugged," Septimus noted. The sky blue dicto-quill faithfully recorded the note as it had all the others. Penelope gave a half-hearted buck before settling again. "Do you keep her in restraints at home?"

"Yes," Dedalus answered, "almost all of the time. If she's not unconscious, that is. Lately, it's needed because otherwise she gets violent." Penelope turned her face as much as she could in his direction and snarled at him. Septimus shifted his hold from the back of her neck to grab a handful of her curls and forcefully turned her head away. "Like that! She does things like that!"

"It is an anxiety response," Septimus explained, sounding a bit out of breath. "You mentioned she's been off food and drink as well?"

"Yeah, for the last week or so. Not this morning, though. She ate breakfast just fine."

"Did anything new happen last night?"

"I just gave her a more thorough bath than usual. You know, made sure she was completely clean down there before her appointment this morning." Dedalus flushed as he remembered how he had wrapped up that bath. As if he sensed that Dedalus was holding back, Septimus shot him a look. "To keep from undoing my effort, I used her mouth instead."

"And she swallowed your ejaculation?"

"Most of it. Some of it I just rubbed into her skin."

"So that she would be able to smell it as well as taste," Septimus said simply. He nodded sagely to himself. "Yes, yes, that would definitely do it. I will need to continue my assessment to be sure, but I believe that I know what is plaguing your wife."

"What is it?"

"Your wife feels a great deal of anxiety about your relationship. It hinders her settling into her role as she should. Restraints will be an ongoing necessity, I'm afraid, as they will keep her from potentially harming herself in a hysterical fit." Septimus paused to adjust his grip as Penelope bucked as much as she could. "She will need regular exposure to your spend in all of her orifices. As that will be difficult for you, I can prescribe a potion to help you achieve the necessary erections to provide what she needs."

Septimus began to manhandle Penelope farther up the chair. She fought against him, but despite how the healer was even older than Dedalus, he handled her without issue. He soon had her positioned on her back with her ass right up on the bottom edge and her wrists stuck to the leather on either side of her head. He pulled two stirrup supports out from below the seat. She kicked at him, but he just calmly caught the flailing limb before setting it on the stirrup where it stuck fast into place. A moment's work had the other leg into position as well. Her breasts heaved as she fought against the restraints.

"There are other treatments that will help," Septimus continued explaining. "Some are more efficient than others. Extreme sexual overstimulation on a regular basis can induce physical exhaustion, but the level required often necessitates the use some kind of device or enchanted object, which can compound feelings of insecurity and abandonment. Breeding can sometimes offset insecurity but with the degree of anxiety your wife has, it would be unwise to attempt.

"I suggest piercing her nipples." Septimus pinched both of her nipples as he said that. They looked extra rosy against his black gloves that were still shiny with lube. Penelope moaned at the sudden pressure. "The permanence would cement your bond physically in her subconscious. It would also increase their sensitivity towards both pleasure and pain." He rolled her nipples between his fingers, adding tugs every couple of times. "I suggest hoops so that you may attach weights as punishment or a chain to lead her around with. What do you think of that, Mrs. Diggle?"

Penelope shook her head frantically. Despite the denial, her body arched into the harsh touch on her nipples and slick sparkled on her exposed cunt. She was panting like a dog in the heat, small moans breaking the silence that followed the question. Septimus pulled back one hand to slap her inner thigh.

"Verbal answers only, Mrs. Diggle," Septimus ordered. "What do you think of having your nipples pierced so that your husband may lead you around by a chain attached to them?"

"No," she moaned. "Please don't. Please, just let me go!"

"Patient exhibits delusions of captivity," Septimus announced for the quill. He moved away from Penelope, which made her shiver as she renewed her fight against the magic restraining her. Dedalus bit his bottom lip as he watched the erotic display his wife was performing. He jumped a little when Septimus came back with a wooden depressor shaped a bit like a teaspoon. Penelope spotted it as well.

"Please," she begged as she tried to move away from him. "It's not a delusion! I really am—"

She wailed as Septimus striped her thighs with the spoon. Each mark was livid against her pale skin. Once she had settled down to quietly sobbing, Septimus used the spoon's edge to separate her outer labia and reveal her swollen clit.

"Does she respond well to clitoral spankings?" Septimus sounded distracted as he asked the question. He certainly didn't acknowledge Dedalus' answer to it. Instead, he pulled the spoon away from her cunt and smacked it against Penelope's clit repeatedly. She cried out with each sharp blow. "Do you think you can climax like this, Mrs. Diggle? Do you think you can climax from having your clit spanked like the naughty little girl you are?"

"No," she wailed as her body convulsed through an orgasm from that very thing.