6. Chapter 4
CHAPTER 4
MIKA
M y body shakes, and I cry out. I open my eyes and try to look around, but nausea immediately infiltrates me, and I close my eyes.
“I’m sorry, little one. Papi is right here,” he whispers. “I’m sorry for stopping so quickly. I didn’t think we were going to. Something spooked the horse as we got closer to home.”
I slowly open my eyes and look at his face. He is gazing down at me with a worried expression.
Horse? I don’t remember seeing any horses whenever they came to visit before. The creatures they ride are way bigger than horses, have antennas coming out of their heads, and are a deep blue color.
Definitely not horses.
I look away from Papi to see green and pink. The sky is always pink, but I can’t figure out what the green is.
Papi starts to walk, and everything moves. Nausea bubbles inside of me as I look about. I turn my head to the side and take a deep breath as I close my eyes.
“You’re okay,” he whispers. “Everything is okay. We’re almost home. Just hold on for a couple more minutes.”
Him walking faster isn’t making the nausea any better. My body rocks with each step he takes. Is this ever going to end?
“Everything is going to be all right. Papi is right here, and I’m not going anywhere.”
I open my mouth and dry heave as he picks up his pace. I want to move my hands to cover my eyes, but he’s holding them down. Why?
“Please,” I whimper, dry heaving once again.
Papi runs his hands through my hair as his hold on me tightens.
“We’re almost there. Just a couple more steps.”
One thing I hate more than puking is dry heaving—the feeling of needing to puke but not being able to because I don’t have anything in my stomach. Absolutely the worst.
Everything in me wants to open my eyes and look around. I want to see where we are and what it looks like. I want to take in all the colors, but I don’t want to dry heave anymore.
“Shhh, you’re okay,” Papi whispers. “When you are better, we will come outside often, and you’ll be able to look at everything. I know you are curious.”
Curious is an understatement. I want to look at everything and see where we are. How long have we traveled? How long have I been unconscious? What is going to happen to me now?
Papi has promised we will come outside often when I’m better. Does he plan to humiliate me in front of his kind every day as we go outside? Will he torture me somehow? Will I have to do favors to try to get a glimpse of the outside world?
So many questions are running through my head, and I don’t have any answers. Will I ever have any answers? I don’t know. Everything is unknown right now. No one on the compound knows what happens after you leave with the male alien.
No one.
We’ve all thought about things and talked, but no one knows anything for certain, and no one has asked.
Whimpering, I keep my head to the side and draw a deep breath. His pace has slowed, but I’m still nauseous. Maybe I’ll die before I can be humiliated. My body aches, I’m exhausted, and I won’t last long if he intends to make me do hard labor.
“We’re almost there,” he whispers. “I promise we’re almost there. Papi is going to take good care of you when we get to my house.”
I whimper. He sounds worried and sincere in wanting to take care of me, but it could be a sick joke. Is this his way of telling me I am going to be miserable and wishing for death?
“Papi has called the doctor, Voklies. He’s coming over to check on you and make sure you are okay,” Papi informs me.
The atmosphere around us grows quiet, and I can’t feel the slight breeze on my skin anymore. Are we in his house?
“I’m going to set you on a bed.”
I’m laid down on a soft bed, and I sigh in relief. My bed on earth was never this soft and comfortable, and ever since I came to this planet, I’ve been sleeping on the ground.
Papi runs his hand through my hair, and I sigh. I love the feeling of his hands on me. It makes me all tingly down there but also makes me relaxed.
I should be screaming and fighting this feeling. I should be scared and trying to get away, but I’m not.
“Reakrid. I’m here. What’s wrong?” someone says.
“Voklies, this is my mate. Something is wrong with her. She has puked several times, looks pale, and has been shaking.”
I haven’t even realized I started to shake. Has it been while I was asleep in his arms? Am I actively dying? Is that why he is calling for the doctor? Does he want me to continue to live so he can put me through even more torture?
Living on this planet with John as my boss was torture enough. Has Papi really killed him? Is John gone for good?
“Take off her pants, turn her on her side and push her knees up to her chest,” the man, Voklies, says.
It takes me several seconds to realize what he just said. Why do they need my underwear and pants off? Why do I need to be turned on my side with my knees to my chest?
I open my eyes to see Papi right in front of me.
“You’re doing amazing. Just relax and let Papi take care of you while Voklies figures out what’s wrong,” Papi gently says. “Such a good little girl. My good girl.”
Butterflies flutter in my stomach as he says those last few words. Have I ever been called a good girl before? No, I haven’t, and it is everything I have hoped and dreamed it would be.
My pussy tingles as I replay the words. I’m his good girl.
Papi pulls my tattered pants and underwear off before rolling me to my side. I whine in protest, not wanting to be moved. I don’t know what they intend to do, and I don’t want to do it.
I want to lie here in peace, sleep as long as I want.
But that doesn’t happen.
Papi pushes my knees up to my chest and holds them there.
“Papi,” I whine, trying to push my legs down.
My ass and pussy are on full display to Voklies. How embarrassing.
“You’re okay,” Daddy gently says. “Papi is right here and I’m not going anywhere. Let Voklies do his job.”
Squirting is what I hear next. What is that?
“Can you tell me if anything hurts, little one?” Voklies asks.
I think for several seconds, trying to figure out what doesn’t hurt. That is a better question.
“Mika, can you answer Voklies?” Papi gives my knee a little squeeze.
“Everything,” I groan.
“A bad hurt or ache?” Voklies asks.
“Aches.”
“I’ll prescribe some medicine.”
My entire body aches from all the work I have done. But what aches even more is my pussy. I have been so turned on with Papi calling me a good girl, touching me, and just being near me. I want him to touch me there and take away the aching. I want to have him touch me all the time and bring me pleasure.
I close my eyes tightly. I should not be thinking about this. I don’t know Papi or whatever his real name is. I should be running away from him, not wanting him to touch me.
“Can you take a deep breath for me?” Papi asks.
I take one.
“And slowly let it out.”
Right as I slowly let it out, something cold and wet slowly pushes into my bottom.
“No!” I yell weakly. “No! I don’t want!”
Papi runs his hand through my hair. “Everything is okay. Don’t fight it or tighten around it. Just relax.”
That is easy for him to say. He doesn’t have something going up his bottom.
“No!” I try to push myself off the bed, but Papi holds me down.
“Stop fighting. You aren’t going anywhere. Voklies is taking your temperature and other things with this device. I need you to stay still for a little while longer until it’s done.”
Whining, I look up at Papi and plead with my eyes. I don’t want it in my bottom any longer.
“Please,” I whisper, tears forming in my eyes.
“Shh, you’re okay.” Papi wipes away a stray tear. “Everything is going to be okay.”
“I’m going to twist it and push it a little deeper,” Voklies says.
I moan as he rotates the probe before inserting it deeper inside of me. I shut my eyes and feel my cheeks heat. I can’t stop myself from moaning from the pleasure that runs through me.
“You’re okay. Every Little girl gets turned on when they get their temperature taken. It’s normal, and you shouldn’t be embarrassed about it,” Voklies informed me.
That does’t help one bit. I don’t want to feel pleasure, especially when two men are right in front of me. I don’t want to feel pleasure from something getting stuck in my bottom.
“Such a good girl,” Papi whispers.
“You could give her pleasure. She still has several more minutes.” Voklies twists the probe once again.
I clench my jaw as I moan. I really need to stop.
“Would you like that, Mika?” Papi asks. “Would you like Papi to give you pleasure to keep your mind off of it?”
I try to shake my head, but I’m so exhausted, and I do want to feel pleasure from him. I’ve been craving it ever since I startled awake.
“Please,” I beg.
I don’t know if I’m begging for them to get the probe out of my bottom or if I’m begging him to touch me.
“Shhh, I’ve got you,” Papi whispers. “Papi is going to give you pleasure now.”
Before I can say anything, Papi trails his finger up my thighs and toward my pussy.
“Such a good girl. My good girl.”
He gently starts rubbing my clit in a circular motion as Voklies twists the probe again.
“Ahhh!” I push my hips further into Papi’s hands. “Please.”
Pleasure courses through my body as he continues to rub my clit. Everything around me is forgotten as I relish the pleasure running through me.
“Such a good girl,” Papi praises. “My good girl. Come whenever you want.”
He increases his pace as he trails one of his hands up my stomach to my breasts.
“Please,” I whimper.
Papi gently traces my nipple before pinching down. I scream as pleasure flashes through me. He continues to rub my clit as he plays with my nipples.
“Papi,” I moan.
“Almost there. Come for Papi.”
He quickens his fingers’ pace, and before I know it, I am screaming in pleasure as I fall over the edge. I slump into the bed and Voklies removes the probe. I sigh in relief and draw several deep breaths.
“Such a good girl. You are so pretty.” Papi runs his hands through my hair. “You were so good for me. You’ll get a good girl reward.”
Another reward? Is what he just gave me not a reward? Is it a punishment? That doesn’t make any sense, though. Pleasure isn’t a punishment.
Papi takes off my shirt and bra before picking me up and holding me close to his chest. I sigh in contentment as Papi runs his hands up and down my back. I am so calm and collected with my skin against his.
“Where did you get these?” Papi strokes my whip marks.
“My boss,” I whisper.
“I should have tortured him, made him suffer for the things he did to you,” he growls.
I still in his arms while Papi caresses my back.
“They look to be all healed, so no need to do anything,” Voklies says.
“Such a good girl,” he whispers. “My good girl. Papi is so proud of you.”
I push my face into his neck and tuck my arms between my chest and his. Is it weird that I’m completely naked in his arms? Yes, yes it is, but I don’t have the capacity to really examine these thoughts.
“What’s the verdict?” Papi asks.
“Her temperature is definitely elevated—almost dangerously elevated. I’ll give you a suppository, and I want her to drink a lot of fluids to help. If it doesn’t go down by the morning or has gotten worse, I want you to tell me immediately,” Voklies says. “I also want you to check her temperature every hour just to make sure. If her temperature gets any higher, it could be really bad.”
Papi starts bouncing me in his arms, and I whine. I don’t want to get my temperature taken again. I don’t want anything up my bottom.
“Can you put the suppository in right now?” Papi asked. “I’ll hold her as you do.”
“I think that would be best.”
I grow rigid as his words sink in. I know what suppository means. Pushing against his chest, I try to get out of his arms. I don’t want the doctor, Voklies, to put something up my bottom again.
“Shhh, you’re okay, little one. Papi is right here, and I’m not going anywhere. Just relax.” He tightens his arms around me, holding me in place.
I can’t go anywhere. As I whimper, tears fill my eyes and roll down my face.
“You’re okay,” he whispers.
Voklies slowly starts pushing the pill inside my bottom.
“Please,” I whimper.
“You’re okay. This is going to make you feel better. I promise.” Voklies keeps his finger in my bottom.
“No!” I bear down and push against his finger.
“I’m going to keep my finger here until I know you aren’t going to push the medicine out.”
“The sooner you relax and accept this, the sooner his finger will leave your bottom.” Papi kisses the side of my head. “Just relax and let the medicine start to work.”
I relax in Papi’s arms, accepting that Voklies’ finger isn’t going anywhere, and the moment I relax, he withdraws his finger.
“Good girl,” Papi praises. “Such a good girl.”
“When she is more lucid and feels better, we’ll do a full checkup. I’ll make sure to have stickers and coloring books there so she can pick one out after the appointment.”
What is he talking about? Full checkup? What does he need to check on? I am perfectly healthy. Okay, that is a big lie. I am the furthest from healthy, and it’s only gotten worse the longer I have been on this planet.
All thanks to John.
“Thank you, Voklies. I’ll contact you if anything goes wrong,” Papi says. “I really appreciate you coming by so quickly.”
“My pleasure. I hope to meet you soon under better circumstances, little one.”
I don’t dare look up to see Voklies talk to me. He just stuck something up my bottom then had his finger up there as well.
How mortifying.
“I’ve got you,” Papi whispers. “Let’s go get you a bottle.”
Bottle? What is he talking about? Is that code for a glass of water?
Papi starts walking with me in his arms. I squeeze my eyes shut and don’t dare look around. Nausea lies under the surface, threatening to return full force with every step Papi takes.
When is this going to get better? When am I not going to be nauseous with every movement?
“I know you don’t feel good right now, but it’s going to be okay. Papi is here, and I’m going to take care of you from now on.”
This doesn’t make any sense. They can’t take us and then just take care of us. It doesn’t make a lick of sense for them to do something like that. Don’t they want us to be their slaves? To humiliate and beat us?
Before I know it, Papi sits down and repositions me so I’m cradled like a baby. I open my eyes and stare right into his bright green eyes that contrast starkly against the red of his skin.
“Open your mouth for Papi,” he encourages me.
Papi holds up a bottle with a nipple at the end of it. My eyes go wide as I stare at the nipple. Does he really expect me to drink out of that?
“I know this is all so new and probably overwhelming to you, but I need you to be a good girl right now and follow what Papi says. I want to make you feel better, and that means you need to drink this formula. This formula has everything you need in it to help you get all the nutrients you need. It will also help flush out any toxins you have in your body.”
I frown. Toxins in my body? Nutrients I need? How can I possibly get all the nutrients I need from a bottle like that?
“I’ll be giving you several in the next twenty-four hours. It will help keep you hydrated but also help with your fever. Now, open up for Papi.”
I keep my mouth closed, blinking several times as I take in his words. I’m not a baby, and yet he expects me to be one right now.
“Papi is going to explain everything to you when you feel better, but right now, I need you to listen to me. Can you do that for me? Can you be my good girl and follow what I say?”
He teases the nipple across my mouth. A little bit of the formula drops onto my lips, and I lick it away.
Hmmm, that doesn’t taste as bad as I expected it to. Maybe this one time I can drink it, but the next time I will fight him on it.
“I know you must be tired, and all you want to do is sleep. You can sleep after you drink all of this down.” Papi smiles. “Be a good girl and open your mouth.”
I open my mouth and suckle on the nipple, just like I did on his nipple when we left the compound. I moan in pleasure as the cool liquid slides down my throat.
“Good girl. My good girl.”