Chapter 6
SIX
A man in blue enters the room, but he’s not the same doctor I saw earlier. This is a different man. He has dark brown hair like Yozef and similar brown eyes.
The two men shake hands and smile at each other as if it’s not the least bit odd that a naked twenty-year-old woman is strapped to the exam table with a pacifier in her mouth.
I shudder because it’s now obvious this is not strange to them.
So far, I’ve been exposed to several guards, a few orderlies, two doctors, and Yozef.
No one is shocked by my predicament, which tells me I’m nothing to these people.
I have no rights. No autonomy. I’m a possession. Yozef bought me. As a pet.
That’s sinking in.
On top of that, I was injected with some crazy stuff intended to make me follow Yozef around like a puppy until the end of time.
Tears well and run down my temples. Something inside me snaps, and I let my stiff body go limp. Defeated. Resigned. The fight runs out of me.
I don’t know a thing about where I am. I assume I’m on a planet, but I could be in a spaceship. I’m clearly significantly smaller and weaker than Venkorian males. I haven’t seen any of their females, so I can’t compare myself to them. But surely they’re just as large.
Another horrifying thought runs through my head. Does Yozef have a partner? Is he married, like humans on Earth used to be? Is he going to bring me to his home where other people live? Does he have kids?
I’m in my head when these two men flank me. I don’t have another option. I cannot process another moment of what’s happening. It’s like I’ve floated out of my body. I don’t even want to watch. I’ve tapped out.
I vaguely hear them discussing me. The doctor listens to my heart, he looks in my eyes, ears, and nose, then tips my head how he wants it.
I barely react when he palpates my breasts and only manage a shocked grunt when he pinches my nipples. I’m so far past humiliated, I’ve lost the ability to care.
I know this doctor’s name is Yamal because I hear Yozef say it several times. I think they’re friends.
Yamal adjusts something near my feet that causes my ankles to remain attached but slides them up the edge of the table, forcing my legs to bend.
I flinch when the lower section of the exam table drops away, leaving my bottom on the edge of the cushion.
Yozef stands at my hip and spreads my knees wide, using one hand on each side. Meanwhile, Yamal sits on a rolling stool at the end of the table. He pulls my folds open. His fingers are so long that I assume he’s easily using his thumb on one side and his pointer on the other.
Air hits my private parts, but these two men keep referring to that area as my pussy. I’m not familiar with that word—well, I guess I am now.
I start listening when I realize Yamal is talking about my friends, the ones who were brought here before me. “…I’ve examined many of the pets who have been purchased so far, and discovered they’re all untouched.”
He holds my folds open farther, almost painfully so.
“You see how tiny the entrance to her pussy is?”
“Yes.” Yozef nods.
“My research indicates that before Earth’s destruction, when human females had intercourse with males for the first time, it was usually painful.
Apparently, many humans didn’t take the time to stretch out their tight channels before having sex.
I have no idea why. Nor do I understand why their males didn’t do it for them.
But my point is, I see no indication this female has inserted anything in her tight cunt, either, so you’ll want to work on stretching her opening as often as possible before taking her with your cock. ”
The blood drains from my head. This giant alien intends to have sex with me? The notion is so foreign that I can’t breathe. I’ve never considered having intercourse with anyone in my life. It was never presented as an option since no males were on the space station with us.
The truth is, my education on that subject is minimal. We glossed over the topic, especially after the sperm specimens were destroyed, ensuring that without discovery by other humans, there would never be offspring. We would be the last of the humans.
But now we’ve been discovered…by aliens who are similar to us…enormous giants. I would be torn in half if one of them put his penis inside me.
I bite down hard on the pacifier, stifling my sobs. I don’t want anyone to touch me there. Ever.
Yamal continues, “Obviously, you know how to stretch her. You don’t need a lecture on that, but let me know if you decide you’d like to use more than your tongue. I’ve developed a series of glass phalluses that can be inserted and left to maintain the stretch.”
My breath hitches. I would probably faint and fall on my face if I weren’t already lying down.
Yozef touches my opening with his finger. I know it’s him. He’s leaning over me, and he tucks my knee under his arm to free his hand.
Every inhale fills me with his scent. Not Yamal’s. Yozef’s. It’s not that I can’t distinguish between the two. It’s that I’m not attracted to Yamal’s scent. That stupid injection…
“She’s so wet…” Yozef comments.
“That’s normal,” the doctor says. “She’s bonding to you. She’ll always be slightly aroused, even in sleep.”
What? Ohmyheavens. No. Please, no.
“And another tip,” the doctor continues, “you can use her constant arousal as a form of punishment if she misbehaves. Edge her. Stroke her clit without letting her reach orgasm. I’ve heard it’s one of the most devious, frustrating things these humans can be forced to endure. Effective.”
I have no idea what Yamal is talking about, but I’m certain I won’t like it.
“Taming her is your top priority. She needs to learn who’s in charge immediately. If you waffle, she will think she can manipulate you.”
Yozef nods. “How long should I force her to use a pacifier?”
“That’s up to you. It’s humbling. She has no way to communicate.
The pacifier can also be addictive, though.
If you don’t mind her developing a deep attachment to it, you can keep it strapped to the back of her head, so she’ll have no choice but to suckle as often as you want.
She will eventually reach a point when she’s frustrated without it. ”
I grit down on the stupid nipple again, hating everything about my life right now. Why didn’t the Venkorians just leave me to die on the space station?
I’m surprised when Yozef finally unfastens my lower half. He puts a diaper on me and then releases my arms. I manage to marginally relax when he wraps me in the soft blanket and lifts me into his arms, cradling me. Like an infant.
Are all my friends being treated to this same sort of existence? I have to assume so since Yamal has examined most of them.
I’m wearing a constant reminder that I’m owned—the collar. It’s heavy on my neck. I hate the feel of it. I want it off.
Yozef thanks the doctor, and they exchange a few more pleasantries before he rolls me against him and leaves the office.
He pulls the blanket over my head and presses my face into his chest. “Keep your eyes closed, Little pet. We’re going outside, and I don’t want the sun to hurt you. It’s very bright. You’re not used to direct sunlight.”
Sun…
So, we must be on a planet. Venkoria.
“We’ll be escorted to my home by armed guards,” he continues.
“It turns out, having a human pet is becoming incredibly coveted on Venkoria. I’ve taken measures to ensure you are always safe; that will include guards flanking us anytime we are out.
But that’s another reason I want you covered from curious eyes.
So, don’t test me on this, Zoey. If you defy me, I will punish you severely. ”
I stiffen. Considering how uncomfortable I’ve been from the moment I woke up on this godforsaken planet, I can’t fathom what a severe punishment might entail, nor am I in the mood to find out.
He cups the back of my head tighter, pressing it firmly against him. “I know you think I’m being mean, but trust me when I say, you do not want to be kidnapped and taken from me.”
I believe he’s right. The unknown is scarier than the known.
It seems like we pass through a door. Are we outside? I’ve never been outside in my life. Well, I suspect I was at some point a few days ago, but I wasn’t conscious.
Yozef holds me as close to his body as possible. I hear noises I don’t understand. A door, maybe?
He bends and then sits. We must have entered a vehicle. That makes sense when the door is shut, and we suddenly lurch forward.
This feels like a pivotal moment, one that will define my life.
There will always be before I was kidnapped from the space station and after.
There will also be before I met Yozef and after.
Now, there’s a third important change. The moment this car took off, whisking me into the next chapter in my life.