Chapter 6
SIX
My mouth hangs open as I look at Daddy. He can’t possibly be serious.
“I’m selfish in that regard.” He chuckles. “I want you all to myself.”
“Then don’t let him take a sample of my pee or take my temperature!” I try and reason with him.
“This is different. He is not looking at you for pleasure. Yamal is purely examining you to make sure that you are okay and healthy,” Daddy replies. “Now, be a good girl and lie still for Yamal.”
“I don’t want to,” I mumble, but I try and keep my body still.
“Open your mouth and suckle,” Daddy commands.
“Bu—” before I can finish the rest of my word, Daddy puts the nipple in my mouth.
“Suckle,” he tells me. “You’ll love the flavor.”
But I just stare at him with the nipple in my mouth, not doing anything. I don’t know what is in this, or even if I will like it. I don’t want to drink from a bottle since I’m not a baby.
“Daddy can be patient.” He chuckles. “I’ve lived for a long time, and waiting a couple of minutes for you to start drinking won’t bother me one bit. Suckle when you are ready, but the sooner the better.”
What if I am never ready?
“I’m going to insert the tube now,” Yamal says.
“You might want to start suckling now,” Daddy tells me.
Yamal touches my inner thigh, and I flinch. Without thinking, I start suckling, trying to keep my mind off Yamal touching me. My eyes go wide as I look up at Daddy. This is actually really delicious. I don’t know what flavor it is, but I can’t seem to get enough of it.”
“Delicious?” Daddy asks.
I nod and suckle even faster, wanting to keep tasting the milk.
“Slow down,” Daddy instructs me. “I don’t want you to choke.”
I roll my eyes and start to suckle slower. Searing hot pain flashes across my inner thigh, and tears pool in my eyes.
“Do not roll your eyes at your owner.” Daddy’s voice is stern. “Next time you roll your eyes at me, I will put you over my lap and spank you. Understand?”
I nod, my eyes wide as I stare at him.
“All done with the sample. We can keep her in this position and take her temperature now,” Yamal interrupts us. “You are going to feel something cold and wet before I insert it in. I want you fully relaxed.”
My eyebrows pinch together as I try and think of what he is exactly going to put up my bottom.
“Wait!” I shout, but it comes out muddled with the nipple in my mouth.
Before I can do anything, cold liquid is rubbed on my bottom. Next, there’s some pressure as he pushes the probe into me.
“No,” I mumble around the nipple.
Tears fall down my face as Yamal continues to ease the probe in. Full. I feel full, and he doesn’t stop.
“Suckle,” Daddy reminds me. “It will help soothe you.”
I make eye contact with Daddy, trying to forget what Yamal is doing.
“Come on, suckle for Daddy,” he gently says. “Keep looking at me, and everything will be okay; it’ll just be you and me.”
I start suckling once again while I gaze at him, letting everything disappear around us. How did he know?
“Such a good girl,” he praises me.
My cheeks heat, but I can’t get enough of this delicious milk.
“Could you pass me the—” But Chale quickly stops talking. “She’s almost done with this.”
My eyebrows bunch up once again as I look at Daddy. What is he talking about?
“You finished the bottle,” Daddy says. “Let’s put this in.”
Daddy pulls the bottle away from my mouth and replaces it with a binkie. Why did he give me this?
“Suckle on it while Yamal finishes up taking your temperature,” Daddy tells me. “It will help you calm down and keep your mind off everything.”
And that is exactly what it does as Daddy continues to gaze at me and I suckle.
“All done,” Yamal announces as he slides the probe out of me.
My whole body relaxes as I take a deep breath in. I didn’t realize how tense I was, even when I was trying not to be.
“Her temperature is on the lower side from what I’ve gathered from the data from the other girls,” Yamal explains.
“Put some clothes on her or wrap her in a blanket and keep her close to you. I need to compare it to the other results to see if anything else is going on before we move to the next step.”
“Do you think something is wrong?” Daddy asks.
Yamal shrugs. “I don’t know, but she might be low on nutrients. We will know soon enough. I will let you know a plan of action. But for now, just try to keep her warm. I don’t want her body temperature dropping too much and her getting sick.”
“When will we know?” he asks.
“I have to visit another human female after this. Once I’m done with that check-up, I will go straight to my lab and start trying to figure out what is wrong,” Yamal says. “You will know by the end of the day.”
“Keep her fed regularly and warm. Is there anything else I should do?” Daddy rapid-fires his questions at the doctor.
He sounds almost concerned about me, but why? He doesn’t know me at all.
“You are my pet, Little one. I am your master. I am going to make sure you are healthy for the rest of your life,” Daddy explains.
“Did I say that out loud?” I whisper.
He chuckles and nods. “Yes, you did. So cute. Daddy is going to take good care of you from now on,” he soothes me.
“I will be in contact when I have more information. If anything concerning comes up, don’t hesitate to contact me.” Yamal smiles. “Be a good girl for your Daddy.”
“Can you say bye to Yamal?” Daddy asks.
“Bye?” I mumble, but it comes out hesitantly.
I never want to see him again, but I know that will land me over Daddy’s lap and my bottom bright red if I said it out loud. I also know that, no matter how much I don’t want to see him again, Daddy is going to make me see him. He wants me to be super healthy.
“Don’t forget to give her some pleasure. After all, she was a good girl,” Yamal says with a wink before he shuts the door.
My mouth hangs open as I look over at Daddy, the binkie falling out of my mouth and hitting the floor.
“Oh, Little pet,” Daddy mumbles. “It’s okay. I have another you can use. I’ll wash this one before you can use it again.”
“I don’t want it,” I mumble and press my face into his chest.
How can they just casually talk about pleasure like it’s not a taboo subject? On the space station, we never talked about it.
“Then why are you embarrassed?” Daddy asks. “Is it because Yamal was talking about me giving you pleasure?”
“Stop,” I beg him.
“It’s a very normal thing.” Daddy chuckles. “I’m going to give you so much pleasure that you won’t know what to do with yourself.”
“Don’t touch me,” I force myself to say.
But I can’t help but be curious about what it will feel like. Will I crave more of it, or will I absolutely hate it? Is it something everyone goes through at least once in their life?
“I’ll change your mind.” Daddy runs his hands up and down my back. “Don’t worry, I won’t give you pleasure right now. First, we need to talk about rules.”
My eyes go wide. “Rules?”
“Yes, Little pet. There are rules that you will follow while you are here.”
“So I can go back to the space station?” I tilt my head to the side.
He shakes his head. “No, you are never going back to the space station. Once you come to Venkoria, there is no going back.”
“Oh.” I look down at his chest and let out a breath.
I was getting my hopes up for nothing, but the way he talked made it seem like he was only going to keep me for a short time.
“How are you feeling?” Daddy asks. “Be honest with Daddy.”
I open and close my mouth several times. How do I feel?
Exhausted. Violated. Touched out, but at the same time wanting Daddy to hold me close as I fall asleep.
“Exhausted,” I mumble as I settle on the word.
A knock on the door startles me, and I grip onto Daddy’s shirt tightly.
“Come in,” Daddy calls out.
Yamal peeks his head inside the apartment.
“I forgot to mention that you shouldn’t let her walk on her own.
She isn’t used to the gravity here, and she could get hurt if she walks by herself.
Let her rest a lot, as the sedative is probably still in her body.
Only allow her to crawl for the first week or two.
It might take her longer since she was out for so long from the sedative they gave her earlier. ”
“Thank you,” Daddy replies before Yamal leaves once again.
No walking for two weeks. Do they really think I’m going to take that long to get accustomed to everything on this planet?
“Let’s get you into your kennel,” Daddy says as he places me on the ground.
I look up at him and lift my hands, wanting to be in his arms. Does he not know how chilly it is on the ground, or that it would be faster for him to carry me?
“Crawl,” he commands. “Your kennel is over there.”
I just sit there, looking at Daddy. I don’t want to crawl all the way to the kennel. I’m already exhausted and cold, and now he wants me to be even more tired by the time I get there?
“Come on, crawl,” Daddy instructs once again.
Sighing, I push myself to all fours and start to crawl, like he wants me to. Before I can take the second step, he clips something onto my collar and gently tugs.
“Tired,” I mumble as I take a slow step.
How much longer is he going to make me crawl? I don’t know if I will be able to stay up the whole time.
“You are almost there, and then you can rest,” Daddy informs me. “Just a little more.”
I clench my teeth and continue to move.
Evil.
Daddy is so evil for making me crawl when he knows I’m under the effects of the sedative still.
“In you go,” Daddy says as he opens the door.
I take a second to look at it. It’s a dog kennel. I’ve seen pictures of them on the space station.
“I’m not a pet.” I look up at him.
“You are my Little pet,” he says, leaving no room for argument. “In you go.”
Sighing, I crawl into the kennel and look at Daddy. He unhooks the leash from my collar.
“Lie down on the blanket and rest your head on the pillow. I’m going to place a blanket on top of you so you don’t get cold,” Daddy tells me.
“What about if I have to go to the bathroom?” I ask, not laying down just yet.
His eyebrows scrunch together as he looks at me. “Then go to the bathroom. You have a diaper on. If you manage to get it off, which you won’t be able to, there are pee pads under you that will collect everything. Don’t worry about the blankets. They can be washed.”
I look down at my lower half and realize that he really did put a diaper on me.
“When?” I ask as I look at him.
He chuckles. “You must have been really out of it. I put it on after Yamal took the probe out of your bottom.”
I open and close my mouth several times. How did I miss him putting it on me? How did I miss it rubbing against my skin as I crawled to the cage?
“You are so exhausted that you didn’t notice. It’s okay,” he gently says. “Now, lie down so I can put the blanket around you.”
I do as he says, resting my head on the soft pillow, and take a deep breath. This is a lot more comfortable than my pillow on the space station. Daddy places the blanket on top of me, making sure it covers all of my body, before closing the kennel door.
“I’ll be back when you wake up,” he tells me.
I open my mouth to tell him to come back, but my eyes get heavier, and before I can say anything, I fall into sleep.