Chapter 11
ELEVEN
For the rest of the day, I’m too exhausted to misbehave. All I do is drink my bottles and sleep. Daddy says it’s normal. I’m still recovering from the drug they used to knock me out, plus the gravitational pull.
I think my inability to stay awake has more to do with emotional overload. So much has changed in my life in such a short time, and I’m struggling to process it or come to terms with it.
I’m a slave. A pet.
Yozef owns me. He’s my Daddy.
I keep reminding myself of these facts over and over, but it’s difficult to accept them.
He’s going to train me to obey him, and now I know exactly how he will reward me for good behavior.
One taste of nirvana was enough to leave me salivating for more.
My breasts are still swollen, my nipples are still tender, my clit is still quivering, and my channel is clenching around nothing. Even hours later.
He can and will make me a slave to my own body with his wicked ways.
Yozef is gentle and kind, taking care of me every time I wake up. Changing me, feeding me, even rocking me as though I were an infant. I want to ask him if I can use the toilet, but it doesn’t seem prudent. Besides, I’m too tired to care.
I wince every time he locks me in the crib. That’s what he calls it, but it’s a cage. A kennel. A jail. I don’t have freedom, and I’m reminded of that each time the top of my prison locks into place a few inches above my head.
He’s right.
Well, he’s right about a lot of things. Apparently, he learned about the girls who were sold before me. Perhaps from Yamal, the doctor who seems to have treated most of them and is conducting a study on human behavior.
Nevertheless, whoever decided I should be forced to sleep on my back without room to turn over or even lift my knees to close them was right. I’m being conditioned to keep my thighs spread. It makes me feel vulnerable, just like Daddy said.
He covers me, but he does so strategically, draping the blanket around me in a way that leaves my nipples exposed. The fact that he can peer over the top of the cage and stare at my naked breasts while I sleep makes me both infuriated and aroused.
Those two feelings are constantly at war in my confused mind. I’m angry that I’ve been essentially kidnapped and sold into slavery. It doesn’t matter what softer words anyone chooses to use to describe my reality. At the end of the day, those are the hard facts.
Yeah, it fills me with rage, but at the same time, I’m growing more and more physically attached to my owner.
It’s the drugs I was injected with. I know that.
But I can’t change anything. I’m drawn to him.
He’s all I can think about when I’m awake, and I have a tendency to dream about him when I’m asleep.
As much as I want to shout and kick him, those are never my first thoughts. Each time I wake up, I look around frantically, hoping he’s nearby, needing his touch.
It’s as though I can’t breathe properly until he lifts me into his arms and cradles me against his chest. I look forward to him opening my diapers because I crave the intimate contact. My body reacts to him, arousal consuming me.
When he stares at my naked body, I get wet between my legs. I watch him, knowing from the look in his eyes that he feels the same pull. He’s holding back. I bet he wants to put his erection in me. It’s out of the kindness of his heart that he hasn’t done so.
That alone tells me he cares. Under the bluster and rules and punishments, Daddy cares about me. He doesn’t want to actually injure me. And that’s what would happen if he put his penis in me without stretching my pussy first.
I wonder how many days he will work on widening my…
my cunt, before he claims me. And what about pregnancy?
Will we have a baby together? How large would it be?
Any offspring of ours would likely kill me during childbirth.
Plus, what would my status be? If I am the Baby around here, what would our children think?
These are my latest concerns as I wake from yet another nap. I think it’s morning this time, though. I probably slept longer than the previous times.
Daddy comes to me quickly, as usual, and I have the wherewithal to wonder how that’s possible. When I look around, I finally notice the camera angled at me from a post above my crib. He monitors me.
Once again, I have that mixed sensation.
I should be enraged that he’s filming me, but the other emotion is slowly taking up a larger percentage.
Instead of being eighty percent furious and twenty percent pleased, I’m becoming about forty percent angry and sixty percent elated that he comes to me so quickly, and he’s always smiling.
After removing the top from my crib, he pops my pacifier out.
I immediately let out a whimper. I can’t help it.
He chuckles. “I’m still not sure I like you becoming addicted to that.”
I reach out, trying to grab it from him, but he playfully yanks it too far away and sets it high on a dresser. I’d never be able to get to it there unless I opened the drawers and used them as stairs to climb the piece of furniture.
That gives me an idea. Maybe I’ll do just that one day in order to provoke him. Because it seems I’m coming up with devious plans to misbehave.
He smirks as he changes my diaper. “You’re thinking awfully hard this morning.”
I widen my eyes dramatically and point at myself. “Me?”
Who am I?
I’m not funny or playful. I don’t break rules. I’ve spent nearly all my twenty years in a serious environment, where everyone worked to keep us all alive. There was always something to do on the space station. And even with our efforts, we were aware we couldn’t sustain ourselves much longer.
We were running out of food, for one thing. That’s pretty important.
Our only hope was being discovered and rescued, but at what cost?
As I stare at Daddy, I begin to wonder if the cost isn’t so bad after all.
I’m more awake this morning, and I have questions.
When he lifts me up, he doesn’t need to support my head as much as he did yesterday.
“What if I get pregnant?” I begin.
He hesitates for a moment, staring at me as he settles me on his hip.
Finally, he chuckles. “My Little pet’s mind is working overtime.”
“Yes.” I turn and reach toward the crib. “Blanket, Daddy.” I’m freezing as I snuggle into him.
His expression is more jovial than yesterday. He grabs the soft material and wraps it around me.
“Also, can I have clothes? And maybe you could put a stool in front of the toilet, so I could use it.”
Yozef is humored. He hasn’t answered me yet, but he’s not frustrated.
So I continue, “When can I eat real food? When can I go outside? Do you know I’ve never been outside in my life?
Do you have grass? Can I walk in it? When can I see my friends?
Do they live close by? Are your people planning to bring all the women from my space station?
Why are we being bought like slaves? Do you have real pets?
Like puppies or kittens? Why would you think we would be unintelligent beings?
How do you think we were able to maintain the space station for twenty years if we were stupid? What if?—”
Daddy clamps a hand over my mouth, stopping me from continuing. “Maybe I should let you have that pacifier all the time, after all,” he teases.
I’m wide awake, and I feel safer than I have in days. Alert. And I have questions. I want answers. So, I roll my eyes and tug on his wrist to free my mouth. “Daddy…”
“Let’s get a bottle in you. I’ll do my best to answer your questions, but curtail the insolence, naughty girl.
I’m seeing that you are indeed more sentient than expected.
But for about a million reasons, you are, and will always be, owned and kept secure.
If you try to argue with me on that issue, I will punish you every time. ” He lifts a brow.
My heart clenches. Is there no hope he will see my side of things? I have to try.
“Before you risk angering me, how about you let me explain some things to you, Little pet?”
“Okay…” I breathe out dramatically.
“Sassy, too. So many facets to my Little pet,” he grumbles as he fixes a bottle for me.
“I’m going to get tired of that formula, Daddy,” I say indignantly.
“You’ll also get hungry, and eventually your bottom will hurt so badly on the inside and the outside that you’ll stop pestering Daddy.”
I clamp my lips closed. It would seem I’ve used up my nagging quota for now.