7. Chapter 5
CHAPTER 5
MIKA
I slowly start to wake, my body aching less than the last time. I vaguely remember waking several times to Papi inserting the thermometer in my bottom before putting me in something soft. I was so exhausted I didn’t even realize what he put around me.
I know it isn’t a shirt because I can feel the cold air against my nipples.
Groaning, I try to close my legs but can’t.
Wetness.
That’s all I feel as I try to close my legs. What is wrapped around me? Why can’t I close my legs? Why do I feel wet?
When I look down my eyes go wide as I stare at the white fabric wrapped around me.
Diaper.
I am wearing a diaper, and I went potty in it. Whining, I push at the diaper, trying to get it off me. I don’t want it on.
“Naughty girl,” Papi says, entering the room.
I don’t pay any attention to him as I try to remove the diaper. I should have woken when I needed to go to the bathroom. Why didn’t I?
“We don’t try to take our diapers off. It is there for a reason.” Papi places a hand on my stomach.
I roll away from his touch. What happened? Why am I here? Who is he? Am I safe?
I wrap my arms around my torso and draw several deep breaths. I need to think about what has happened during the past day.
The thought of being taken, picked, by one of the Dagmonian men is in the back of my mind. I remember everything, but it feels like a dream. I assumed it was a dream.
But I’m wrong.
I’m lying in a crib with a diaper on, and he is standing above me. I call him Papi. Why do I call him Papi? What’s going on?
“Everything is going to be okay. Take a couple deep breaths for Papi. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere,” he gently says, rolling me back over to him.
I whimper and try to roll back over, but he holds me in place. Is this where he is going to tell me what job I must do? How grueling it’s going to be. Should I ask before?
“I’ve got you. Take a deep breath for Papi. Everything is going to be all right.” He picks me up.
I fight against his hold, pushing against his chest to get away. He shouldn’t be holding me like this. I shouldn’t love the feeling of his skin against mine. Everything is wrong, so wrong.
“No,” I whimper.
“Feel my skin against yours. Everything is going to be okay. I’ve got you.”
He knows his skin feels amazing against mine, the calmness that wants to wash over me, but I try to fight it.
“No,” I manage to get out.
“No?” Papi asks. “Why no? Do you not want to feel calm? Do you want to feel panicked?”
“Out!” I demand.
Papi pulls me back slightly, and I take the opportunity to try to get out, but with him having four arms, it’s nearly impossible.
Tears rush in my eyes and down my cheeks. When I first arrived on this planet, I was told to bow to them if I ever got picked. Have I done that? No, I haven’t. Is he going to get me in trouble for it? Whip me until I can’t move?
I shudder at the thought and look him in his eyes. “Please,” I whisper. “Please put me down.”
But I don’t want to be put down. I want to snuggle into his arms and feel calm. I want to feel safe and protected, but I can’t.
I don’t know how this works, and what I am expected to do while I am here. What if I am doing everything wrong and am going to get punished for it?
“You’re okay. Papi has been taking care of you while you’ve been recovering. You were so exhausted and malnourished, but Papi has been taking good care of you.”
I blink several times, taking in everything he’s said. He has been taking care of me? Feeding me and making sure I am okay?
That...that isn’t supposed to happen. We all thought we were going to take care of them and make sure things were clean and tidy.
What is going on?
“I know it’s a lot to take in, but everything is going to be okay. Papi is here to take care of you now. Nothing is going to happen to you.”
I don’t know how to respond. What am I supposed to say?
“What is my job going to be?” I hope it isn’t going to be something super hard.
I feel better than I did since arriving on this planet, but if he starves me and makes me work long hours, I'm going to go right back to what I was before. Will I survive it a second time?
“Job?” Papi asks.
“Yes. Am I going to be cleaning? Am I going to be cooking and tending to your needs?”
“Baby girl,” he says. “Do you feel the connection we have?”
I do feel the connection. I have never felt something like this before in my life, and it makes me worried. Why do I feel it with only him? Is that the way they know which girl to pick to be slaves?
If I was given a choice to come to here, I wouldn’t have. Living on this planet sucks, and we don’t know what is going to happen to us. Does our government know?
Things are in a shambles back on Earth. Our one government rules the entire world, but they aren’t in the know about things. Sure, they have underbosses in each country, but they don’t tell everything to the big boss.
“I think you do, and it scares you,” he says. “I feel the connection as well. It means we are mates.”
I look at him strangely. Mates? He can’t be serious. There is no such thing as mates.
“What is my job going to be?” I ask.
I need to know so I can prepare myself for the punishments and grueling work.
“What job?” he asks.
“That you are going to make me do. You picked me so you must have a job for me. Back at the compound, I picked potatoes and other things,” I explain.
Does he not understand? Do I need to try to find an interpreter?
“You won’t have a job here.”
My mouth falls open as I stare at him. Has he truly said that?
“Please, I don’t want to get into any more trouble than I already am in. What is my job? I can get started on it as soon as possible.”
It would depend on the job and what it entails. If it is something far away, I will have to figure something out.
“You aren’t going to work. Not ever again.”
Tears well up in my eyes, and I shake my head. My breathing speeds up as I take in his words. He must be messing with me.
“Your job is to be pampered and taken care of by Papi. To be loved, spoiled, disciplined for the rest of your life,” he says. “I know it’s a bit of a shock, but it’s the way we live. For the rest of your life, you’re going to be my Little One. You are never going to work again.”
“But”—I take a deep breath—“I’m so confused.”
None of it made any sense.
“What’s wrong? Tell Papi what’s wrong so I can make it better.”
“I thought the women who got picked were going to either die or be put to work. Am I the only one who is not working or are there other women?”
“None of the women who have gotten picked work, Poliki Sanki. They are all taken care of, just like you are going to be. And the women after will be the same. No woman works on this planet.”
I blink several times, trying to wrap my brain around everything he’s said. Nothing is making sense. They can’t really want us women only to take care of us. Something else must be going on.
“Papi is going to change you real quick. Then we’re going to the living room while I do some work.”
Before I can even say anything, Papi heads to the corner of the room and sets me down. One of his hands rests on my stomach, holding me in place as he straps something across me.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I’m making sure you don’t fall.”
I can’t help but giggle. “Like I'm going to fall. You have four arms.”
“You will never fall because this will be around you, understand?” Papi says.
I look away as he starts to pull the diaper off me. Mortification fills me as he wipes me clean.
“Can I have my underwear back?” I ask.
“No, Poliki Sanki. Your underwear is no more.”
My eyes go wide. “I’m going to be naked?”
“You’ll have a diaper on, and sometimes I’ll give you a shirt, but most of the time you will be naked.”
“Papi, no!” I whine.
There is no way I am going to live like this. Mortifying.
Papi teases my entrance with a finger so that I arch my back. Oh, that feels amazing.
“You were such a brave girl for me when Voklies came by to check on you. I promised you would get a good girl reward, and I think you’re ready.”
He pushes his finger inside me, and my toes curl.
“Please,” I whisper. “Please, Papi.”
Ever so slowly, he moves his finger in and out so that pleasure builds inside me as he increases the speed.
“Papi,” I whine. “Please!”
I close my eyes as he inserts a second finger and grip onto the sheet as I moan.
“Such a good girl,” he praises. “Come for Papi.”
He starts to rub my clit in a circular motion, increasing the pleasure running through me.
The pressure inside me grows greater as he works in tandem.
“Come now!” he commands as he continues to thrust his fingers inside me.
I scream out in pleasure as the orgasms rock through my body then relax as he withdraws his fingers.
“Such a good girl. My good girl,” he says as he puts another diaper on me.
“Papi, no diaper,” I whine. I don’t want to wear a diaper again.
“All Poliki Sankis wear a diaper, Aliki.” Papi pats my covered pussy. “There are no bathrooms for Little girls to use.”
“No, you’re joking.”
“No, Aliki. I am not joking. We don’t have toilets here.”
I shake my head. There is no way he is telling the truth. There must be bathrooms here.
“What about you?”
“We have holes in the ground, but even then, we don’t go often. Your diapers are washable, and all your waste will go in the hole so the planet can get the nutrients.”
I screw up my face.
“I know it’s a lot to take in, but it will all make sense and be less overwhelming. Trust me. While you were asleep, and when I changed you at one point, I did take off all the hair on your pussy. It’s not good to have hair when you are wearing a diaper.”
That’s why everything felt different.
“You’ll get used to it. No Poliki Sankis have hair on their pussy.”
Papi picks me up and holds me close to him as he leaves the room. I look around as he makes his way to the living room.
His house is wood with bare walls. Everything is much larger than I am used to, but it makes sense since he is so much taller.
“There are some rules we must go over before I set you down,” Papi says. “First, no climbing onto things. They are far too big for you, and I don’t want you to fall and hurt yourself. Second, when you are in this play area, you are to stay on your bottom at all times. Third, no lying to Papi. Fourth, be respectful. Fifth, you are to tell me if anything hurts or if anything is bothering you. Understand?”
“Sheesh,” I whisper. “That’s a lot of rules.”
“Only five, but you will be getting more. If you break any of those rules, you will get punished.”
“P-punished?”
“Yes, Poliki Sanki. Punished. Punishments are spankings, lines, corner time, Marrki up the bottom.”
“Marrki?” I try to say.
“Yes, Marrki. It’s like ginger, and when it goes in your bottom, it will burn.”
I clench my bottom. I don’t want ginger to go up my bottom.
“Be a good girl, and you won’t get any Marrki in your bottom, Aliki.”
Papi sets me down on the ground, and I look around. Coloring books and stuffed animals are littered across the floor.
“I am going to be right over here making ink for tattoos. You can crawl anywhere, but you are not permitted to stand up and walk.”
I nod and look at the coloring book. How long has it been since I’ve colored? Too long.
“Have fun, and if you need anything, let Papi know.”
I nod and grab some markers.