Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Crogor
“Do you know what this is, Baby girl?” I ask, giving the new device a shake.
She shudders. “Yes, Papi,” she admits in a low voice.
“Where is Papi going to put this, naughty girl?”
“Over my titties,” she murmurs softly. Oh yes. The babyish word definitely suits her.
“Why is Papi going to put these cups over your naughty titties, Allisa?”
“So I can’t rub them against the mattress, Sir.”
“Good girl.” I lift her higher so she’s fully upright. “Can you balance yourself for a few minutes while Papi attaches the titty cups, Little one?”
“Yes, Papi,” she whispers.
“Lift your arms up for me, Baby girl.”
Allisa follows my demand, her tiny arms trembling as she holds them above her head. She sways slightly, working hard to keep herself balanced.
I need to be quick. I line the two breast cups up to her chest, making sure her nipples are centered, and reach behind to fasten and tighten the straps.
I’ve seen pictures of hula girls wearing coconuts over their breasts.
These chastity cups remind me of that except they’re clear and have an opening in the center.
It’s wide enough for me to reach in and torment her nipples if I want, but when she leans forward, the cups are big enough to keep her nipples dangling without touching the bed.
In seconds, I have my hands on her again, one against her belly and the other at her lower back.
I lean her slowly forward. “If you think you’ll be embarrassed in public wearing nothing but a diaper and nipple rings, imagine how much more humiliated you will feel if you force me to take you to the playground wearing chastity shields on your titties because you can’t keep your fingers off them. ”
Allisa moans, squirming in my arms. Her cunt is fucking soaked. Her scent is so strong it seems like they can smell it on the mothership from here.
I lower her onto her tummy. “Hands under your cheek again, Baby girl.”
She fidgets. The cups can’t be comfortable, but they won’t injure her. I’m just glad there were a stack of them in the basket because I definitely needed the smallest size. They only extend a few inches from her chest.
With the new addition, she’s even more gorgeous. Legs wide, pussy open, tits hanging with no contact. The only thing needed to complete this look is a red-hot bottom.
Palming her lower back again, I line my other hand up with her ass and slap her hard. If she weren’t so turned on, I would take my time and warm her up, gradually introduce her to spanking. But that’s not what she needs.
She might not have known this about herself, but she suspected. After all, she clearly did some homework.
My Baby girl purrs as I spank her. Instead of stiffening, she relaxes into the mattress, her small hands flat against the bed under her cheek. She even lifts her bottom higher than the pillow is forcing, silently begging for more.
I give her exactly what she needs, swatting her dozens of times until I decide she’s had enough. For one thing, her ass is bright red and hot to the touch. For another thing, she’s close to reaching orgasm.
When I stop, she cries out in frustration. Her body finally stiffens. “Papi…” Her whine is precious.
“Deep breaths, Little one. I know your clit and titties are throbbing. Ride through the need. You won’t get an orgasm after Papi gives you a naughty-girl spanking.”
She starts crying. “Papi…”
“I know, Baby girl. I can smell how desperate you are. Your pussy is so needy you can almost come without me touching it.”
Sobs wrack her body, and she fists her hands under her chin. “Hurts…”
She’s not referring to the spanking. She’s talking about the knot in her tummy that’s tight from denial.
“I know it’s not comfortable, Little one. Punishments are meant to be unpleasant. If you don’t like the sensation of being denied release, you won’t do naughty things.”
I rub her back and thighs, avoiding her hot bottom, letting it sting.
“I bet that little chastity cup between your legs is filled with your juices.”
Allisa sniffles. “Meanie.”
I chuckle. “And your titties? I bet they’re desperate for attention, too, hanging loose without any contact.”
“Big meanie.”
Fuck, I love this girl. With my whole heart. She’s my world. My life.
I reach for the clasp at her back and unfasten it. Afterward, I undo the restraints around her legs.
My girl slouches deeper into the pillow as I remove the cup from between her legs. She sighs in relief. It’s impossible not to smile as I lift her off the bed, leaving the breast cups behind.
Allisa winces as I turn her to prop her up on my hip. Her wet pussy presses into my bare skin. I feel like she’s marking me, and I like it. Too bad when I truly mark her with my essence, it will send her into a sexual frenzy. The same doesn’t happen when her juices get on my skin.
She wraps her arms around my neck as I carry her from the bedroom. “Where are we going, Papi?”
“Time for me to give you a bath. You’ll feel ten times better after I wash you with Eleadian soap in Eleadian water. And you’ll feel twenty times better after I feed you a bottle of formula—also made with Eleadian water. It will flush the toxins out of your system.”
“Toxins?” She bounces on my hip.
I swat her sore bottom, making her yelp. “You are the naughtiest Little girl I’ve ever met,” I chastise, chuckling. “I just punished you, and yet you’re blatantly rubbing your pussy and your titties against me.”
When I reach up to tweak one of her nipples, she gasps, batting at my hand.
I grip her small bud harder. “Behave.”
She whines. “Papi…”
I twist her tit, making her wince before I release it.
We’ve reached the basin in the kitchen, and I turn on the water.
“What is this, Papi?”
“This is where I’m going to bathe you, Little girl.”
“In the kitchen?”
“Yep. There’s a basin just like this one in my home, too.”
“You really don’t have bathrooms?”
“Not like the ones on Earth, no. Nothing in an Eleadian bathroom would look familiar to you or accommodate your small stature, so I will wash you in a basin and diaper you. Simple.”
“Gross. What happens when I need to poop?”
“Same thing.”
She scrunches up her button nose. “You seriously intend to wipe my ass and clean poop off me for the rest of my life?”
“Yes, Baby girl. I also intend to discipline you when you use naughty words like ass.”
She sighs.
The water is warm enough, so I plug the bottom of the basin and lower her onto her sweet tush. Pointing to the hooks on the sides of the small tub, I say, “See these?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do I need to cuff your wrists to the edges of the tub while I wash you, or can you be a good girl and sit obediently?”
“I’ll be good, Papi.” Her face distorts as she adjusts her bottom. It has to hurt, especially now that she’s sitting in warm water.
“Hold on to the sides, Baby girl,” I instruct, waiting for her to steady herself before I reach up to remove the band from her ponytail.
“If I get my hair wet, it will be a mess, Papi. I need products to keep it from getting frizzy.”
“I have to wash your hair and every other inch of you, Little one. You will be totally purified when we enter the transport vessel. I suspect your hair will turn out completely different from how you’ve ever seen it after I wash it.
From now on, nothing will touch your hair or skin except Eleadian soap. ”
As I free her pale-blond locks, she looks up at me with wide eyes. “It will be a disaster, Papi.”
“If it’s inconvenient, I will braid it, Baby girl. Don’t you worry. Let’s see how it turns out first, yeah?”
“Okay.” Her shoulders drop. She’s uncertain. I can’t blame her. I don’t have a clue what to expect either, but I do know this is our only option. Whatever happens, I will manage it.
Allisa is extraordinarily calm compared to the stories I’ve heard about other human females. She’s taking things in stride without much fuss. Of course, I’ve shocked her a dozen times, and I will continue to do so every time I introduce her to something new. But she’s adaptive.
I pour water over her hair and fill my hand with liquid soap. When I start massaging her head, she moans. “Ohmygod. That feels so good. I might be willing to wear a diaper and take a bottle if it means you’re also going to wash my hair.”
I chuckle. “You might be willing, huh?”
“Yeah.”
I can’t stop grinning. I’ve hit the jackpot.
I feel like her true personality is coming out.
I suspect it’s been repressed for years.
I don’t want to make her sad, but I think she needs to talk about what she’s leaving behind, so I decide to ask some questions.
“Tell me about your life on Earth, Little one.”
She lifts her head, turns to look at me, and giggles. “Ohmygod. Bradley.”
I frown. “Who’s Bradley?” It must not be some guy she was dating because she doesn’t look disappointed to leave him. Her eyes are twinkling.
“He’s my boss’s son, and he’s been obsessed with me for months, stalking me, following me everywhere. I’m sure he’s pacing in front of this club even now, waiting for me to emerge.”
I don’t really like this story. Her jovial tone is the only thing keeping me from wanting to hunt this Bradley down and make him pay.
Eleadians are by and large not aggressive people. We’re mostly peaceful, but I don’t like knowing someone was stalking my girl.
She continues, “I came to Club Zoom tonight to escape him. I needed to go somewhere I was certain he couldn’t get to me. To be honest, I really hoped one of you would choose me and take me away from this planet.”
“Why do you want to leave the planet?” I ask. “Aside from this asshole who’s been terrorizing you.”
She shrugs. “I’m not happy. I went to college and got a degree in marketing because my parents wanted me to.
Then I got a job with Metford Marketing.
It was so prestigious. But it’s also boring as all hell.
I’ve been suffocating in a life I don’t like, trying to please my parents, and making a career out of doing something that doesn’t hold my interest.”
“And where are your parents?” I ask as I wash her arms.