Dominating Devney (Montana Maiden Series Book 3)

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stopped rubbing and pulled my bottom wide apart so I knew I was fully exposed.
    Doctor Graham returned and held up a long wooden object. "Like this?" he asked, looking to Mr. Bridger. It looked something like Mr. Bridger's cock, long and thick, but not nearly as big. It had a tapered bottom where it was very narrow, then flared out again at a base where the doctor held it.
    "That should do, yes. She should grow accustomed to being filled and this should be an excellent start. Coat it for me in ointment, will you?"
    I watched as the doctor liberally slathered the ointment onto the wooden shaft, then handed it to Mr. Bridger. Immediately, his finger slid out of me, and the hard tip of the object was pushing into my back passage.
    "If you intend to train her ass this way, I have various plug sizes, but I'll need to check her ass frequently to make sure it's working."
    Slowly the object was being pushed up and into me. I stared at a knot of wood on the table and concentrated on breathing. It was going in so much deeper than Mr. Bridger's finger and it was nudging the pill so far within. "Mr. Bridger," I panted. "It's...oh--"
    All at once it narrowed and my body clenched down, squeezing tightly. Mr. Bridger shifted it a bit, but it wasn't going in any more. The ring of muscle that he'd been stretching wide now closed tightly and the discomfort was gone. Now, oh God. Now I felt so full. Like when Mr. Bridger had buried himself in my pussy, but now it was filling me in my bottom.
    "There. All done, baby. Let me help you up."
    I stood and Mr. Bridger held onto my arm, letting me adjust to being upright again. "The...thing in my bottom--"
    Mr. Bridger held up a finger. "The plug in your ass. Say it correctly, Devney."
    I felt my cheeks heat. "The plug in my ass--"
    "Good girl."
    "--is very uncomfortable."
    "Yes, I suppose it would be."
    "If you shift your hips back, you should find it better," Doctor Graham said.
    I did as he recommended, tilting my hips back, which only thrust my bottom - my ass - out. It somehow thrust my breasts forward as well. The posture was very obscene. "Everyone will wonder why I am standing so," I replied.
    Mr. Bridger shook his head, a lock of light hair falling over his forehead. "No, they won't wonder. Everyone will know."
    Everyone will know.
    "Shall we have that meal now?" Doctor Graham asked.
    I looked down at myself. My breasts thrust out, Mr. Bridger's seed tinged with my virgin blood coating my thighs, my pussy tingly, my ass full. "I need clothes."
    "No. You don't need clothes right now. You will need them when we leave. I will go to the mercantile and pick up some things. I was woefully unprepared for a wife." He smiled, brushed his knuckle over my cheek.
    "I have my dress."
    He shook his head, his face serious. "No. No dresses. I will be back shortly."
    Panic started to rise. I glanced between the men. He was leaving me? Here? Naked? "No! You can't leave me like this!" I ran my hand down my body. "You can’t leave me with these men."
    Mr. Bridger crinkled his brow. "Why not? They've seen everything you have to offer."
    "No. I can't," I begged. "Not alone."
    "You can and you will. I won't be long."
    I backed away, shaking my head. What had I gotten myself into? My heart pounded against my chest.
    Mr. Bridger pulled out one of the chairs and turned it around so the back faced me. "Bend over the chair, Devney."
    I held up my hands. "You're not going to beat me! Please don't beat me," I pleaded, panicked that he was like my father and would hurt me.
    "Stop," Mr. Bridger said, his voice loud and authoritative. "Who did that to you?"
    "My...my father."
    A tick pulsed at his temple.
    "Jenkins?"
    "No. He never touched me."
    He relaxed imperceptibly. "Let's be very clear about this, Devney. I will not beat you. No one is going to hurt you. Ever."
    "But you spanked me!" I yelled.
    Mr. Bridger folded his arms over his broad chest, calm and collected. "Yes, and did it hurt?"
    His question gave me pause.

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