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Warning: This work may be offensive to some readers. Additionally, there is an onscreen and graphically described sexual torture of a teenage girl by medical professionals. Feel free to back out if need be.
Author's Note: The conclusion of the Dead Dove fic.
Submitting Info:
Stacked with: RAVEN (2023); MC4A (Su-Y6)
Individual Challenges: WIP It; Pet Food; Lemonade; Mercy General (Y); Colors of the Sky; Ravenclaw MC [x2]; Gryffindor MC [x2]; Magical MC [x4]; Sandbox (Y); Reader; Cinematic; Gamer; Dreamers; Elder Berries [x3]; Rian-Russo Inversion [x2]; Disabled; Short Jog; Bucket Listing; The Story Goes On; Eating Cake (Y); Exchange (Y); Two Cakes (Y); Vial Collector; Ship Sails; Lunar Era; Curtain Color; Rainbow Connection
RAVEN Challenges: Settings [45](Daytime); Items [135](Tissue); Colors [113](Pewter);
Other MC4A Challenges: SuB [3C](Reef); Chim [Teasel]("Wait for It" – Hamilton; Turned Left Instead AU); Fire [x3](Forty Eyes); Garden [Melancholia (Out of My Mind)];
Representation(s): Toymaker Dedalus Diggle/Penelope Clearwater; Healer Septimus Weasley; Mediwitch Olive Hornby; Chim Song Prompt
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: Grease Monkey; Lyre Liar; Muck & Slime; Rock of Ages; Abandoned Ship; In the Trench; Surprise!; Second Verse (Bechdel Test; Ladylike; Not a Lamp; Persistence Still; White Dress; Found Family; Nontraditional; Sneeze Weasel; Mother Hen; Nightingale; Spinning Plates; Unwanted Advice; Brooms Only; Lock & Key; For the Vines; Lovely Coconuts); Chorus (Odd Feathers; Wabi Sabi; Bee Haven; Fizzy Lemonade; Peddling Pots; Mouth of Babes; Tomorrow's Shade; A Long Dog; Larger than Life; Unicorn); Demo 1 (Under the Bridge); Demo 2 (Call Me Dantes; Sitting Hummingbird)
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: T3 (Tether); SN (Rail; Negate); O3 (Orator; Olivine); Once (Santa Fe); CM (Brier; Notch; Yogin); War (Monomania; Orator; Sanctuary; Ennui); TY (Kulonbozo; Enfant)
Space Address (Prompt): 4A (Cunnilingus)
Word Count: 1750 words
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Doll Doctor
Part 5: Fall & Break
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Penelope went limp on the chair after her orgasm. Like always, Dedalus thought she was beautiful. She was relaxed in a way that she so rarely was, sated and still and finally at rest. Every so often, a shudder would run through her lithe body. Dedalus could see how her pussy and anus flexed with each one.
"Patient shows positive response to clitoral stimulation," Septimus announced. He flicked her clit with one gloved finger, making her shudder again. "You should consider piercing her clit as well."
"No," she moaned weakly. She tried to shift against the magical bonds holding her in place. Septimus patted her pink thigh absently before moving back to the cupboard over the sink. She moaned again.
Septimus came back over with a small kit decorated to look like a coral reef. He pulled on a section of the chair between Penelope's spread legs, triggering a small table to pop out. Setting the kit on it, he opened it and pulled out a pewter gray device that looked like a hand crank with a duck bill. With one hand, he held her labia open while he slipped the device's duck bill into Penelope's pussy. With a few turns of the attached crank, the healer had her spread open even more.
"Vaginal coloration is good," Septimus announced as he used a long-stemmed swab to swap deep inside of Penelope. She tried to buck away from it. Septimus pressed his free hand low on her stomach as he pulled the swab back out and set it in a vial. "Testing will likely show no abnormality." He looked over at Dedalus. "You've taken good care of her, despite how difficult she must have made it for you. Was she still fresh when you got her?"
"Well, mostly," Dedalus admitted. He consciously had to stop clenching his jaw at the reminder of Penelope's indiscretion before they had met. "She let someone use her cunt, but otherwise, she was still pure." Dedalus cleared his throat. "I punished her for it. Do you think that's why she's so insecure about our bond?"
"It is possible," Septimus said. He slid two fingers into Penelope's held-open cunt. She whined as he felt around the area. "Even with reassurance, she could be feeling residual guilt." He twisted the crank on the spectrum a couple more times before returning his hand to Penelope's stomach. "Do you feel guilty for not waiting until you were properly bonded, Mrs. Diggle? Or is it shame for being promiscuous?"
"Neither," she snapped. She tugged on her arms, but they stayed stuck fast above her head. "I did nothing wrong." Septimus hummed thoughtfully. He moved his fingers inside of Penelope. She moaned and shuddered. "Please just stop all this and let me go."
"Patient displays difficulty with accountability." The dicto-quill scribbled down the information. Septimus moved his hand again. Penelope let out another low moan. "Cervix is soft and open. If you were wanting to breed her, now would be an optimal time." Penelope arched into the hand he had on her stomach. Twisting the hand he had inside her, Septimus pressed his thumb against her bruised clit. She yelped. "Be still, you silly girl. There is no need for dramatics."
"Please," she begged. Her blue eyes were filled with tears that were threatening to spill down her cheeks. "Please let me go. You're hurting me!"
"Dramatic," Septimus sighed. He rubbed his thumb in circles, ignoring how she cried with the motion. "I believe that she's definitely experiencing a hysterical reaction to bonding. Unfortunately, it is very common in those with close exposure to muggles during their formative years."
"What can I do to help her?"
"As I mentioned, pregnancy sometimes evens things out, but in this case, I don't recommend it. She's in too much stress for it to be safe."
Septimus pulled his hand out of her cunt to pull his wand. With a graceful flick, he summoned a wide dildo made of different colored balls stuck together. He traded the spectrum for the dildo. A tap of his wand against its base made in start pumping in and out of Penelope. The wet sound of it was loud in the exam room. He kept the one hand on her stomach as he turned fully towards Dedalus.
"The best recommendations I can make is to develop a daily routine that involves at least two solid hours of sexual stimulation, twice daily maintenance spankings either on the buttocks or thighs, and finally at least one hour of oral cock warming."
"Uh, about that last part—"
"Yes, she does seem like she might be a biter, at least for the immediate future. There's a specific type of gag that will prevent her from closing her mouth while leaving her open for the necessary use. I can have her fitted for one before you leave."
"But this will help her settle?"
"I would be remiss if I didn't tell you that it will take time," Septimus said. His hand on Penelope's stomach raised and fell with each thrust of the dildo. "It will be frustrating and emotionally taxing until she learns to accept her new reality. That being said, I've never seen a patient with this condition that hasn't eventually recovered."
"That's good," Dedalus said. Relief ballooned in his chest. He hadn't realized just how worried he was until Septimus had laid his fears to rest. "What about her refusing to eat or drink?"
"There are liquid meal replacements and nutritional potions that can be poured down her throat, especially in conjunction with the gag. The potions can also be administered through the plug, of course. If she refuses solids for longer than a week, be sure to introduce them back slowly to prevent refeeding issues."
Septimus waved his wand again. The anal plug and clip flew up to his hands. He untangled the clip's chain from the plug before handing it to Dedalus. Septimus then pulled a wipe out the still-open kit sitting on the little shelf and wiped off the plug, leaving the cobalt material gleaming. Careful to not disrupt the thrusting dildo, he inserted the plug back into Penelope's asshole. She let out a scream as she was stuffed full.
"Very dramatic, Mrs. Diggle," Septimus commented drily. He removed his gloves and threw them along with the other minor debris that had accumulated into the bin in the corner. "I'll send in my mediwitch to fit your wife for that gag. After that, you should be good to go. Come back in, say, six months or so, and we'll assess whether her treatment needs any tweaks. Of course, you're also welcomed to come in sooner if there's any problems."
"Thank you, Septimus," Dedalus said. Then they were alone in the exam room.
Dedalus found his gaze drawn to how Penelope's cunt spread and contracted around the balls that made up the dildo as it continued thrusting. He licked his lips. He wanted to lick up the juices he could see her leaking around the toy. He glanced at the door. Surely, he had time for a little taste.
He crossed the short distance between them before the thought had finished forming. Penelope startled when he put his hands on her still-pink thighs. The magical bonds kept her from doing more than arching into the touch. He leaned in and placed a kiss on her abused clit. She let out a low moan that sounded like it had been punched out of her. He traced his tongue around it and then around the edges of her spread cunt.
"Oh, none of that now, loveys," Olive Hornby scolded as she came into the room. Dedalus blushed as he moved back to his own corner. "There'll be time for that when you're back in your own home."
"Sorry," Dedalus apologized. His blush only deepened. The mediwitch clicked her tongue dismissively as she started pulling out supplies for the fitting.
"You're not the first newlyweds I've caught kanoodling in an exam room." Olive began to crank the chair into a more upright position instead of the slight recline that it had been in. Penelope groaned at the angle change. The dildo now rubbed against her clit with every thrust. "Now, I'm Madam Hornby, Mrs. Diggle, and I'm going to be fitting you for an o-gag, correct?"
"No," Penelope corrected, her blue eyes wide and begging, "no, please. I don't want this. You have to help mgrh—" Olive had cut Penelope off by shoving an egg-shaped mold of some blue material into her mouth.
"Enough of that, Mrs. Diggle," Olive said. She tapped her wand on the bit of the mold that protruded from Penelope's lips. Penelope's cheeks puffed out briefly before she gagged like she was choking. "Breathe through it, Mrs. Diggle. It will be over in a moment."
Olive hummed thoughtfully as Penelope continued choking. She pulled out a disposable tissue and cupped Penelope's jaw to hold her head still enough to wipe away the tears flowing down Penelope's cheeks. Setting aside the tissue, Olive tapped the mold again with her wand.
The mold shifted to a round knob surrounded by a ring with a thin loop on either side. Olive removed the knob section carefully, revealing a phallus on the other end. She tapped the end of the phallus against Penelope's nose before sitting it down. She pressed two fingers into the gag's hole and moved them in multiple directions.
"Seems roomy enough," she commented, earning a whine from Penelope. Ignoring her, Olive attached the straps to the loops on either side of the ring. Then she put the phallus back in place and tapped it with her wand. "There you go, Mrs. Diggle. All set now.
"As soon as she's dressed," Olive said as she turned to Dedalus, "you're free to go. Just stop by the front desk to set the check-in appointment on your way out. I suggest leaving the gag and dildo in until you get home. They should keep her occupied enough to distract her from upsetting the other patients."
"Oh, of course not," Dedalus agreed. "I'll get her dressed and keep her from making any more scenes."
"You have a good husband," Olive told Penelope.
Penelope shook her head frantically. Her tears were still flowing down her cheeks as they checked out and headed towards the arrival room for their portkey home. She didn't seem to notice the other patients in the crowded waiting room.