Chapter 3
THREE
The loss I feel as he sets me on the table is tremendous, and based on Julan’s hesitation when he parts from me, I think he feels the same strange reluctance. I don’t understand, but he doesn’t seem to either.
“Arms up, Little pet.”
I shiver as I do as I’m told, letting him remove my dress. It’s hard to lift my arms as high as needed, and they fall back to my sides immediately. It takes a lot of effort, but I bring them to my chest and cover my exposed breasts.
Yamal rubs his chin, his brows furrowed. “I suspect our gravitational pull is more than she’s used to.”
I shift my gaze to him. I think he’s right. That makes sense. Why didn’t I think of that? “Will I get used to it?”
Yamal nods. “I suspect you will. In time. I assume you usually walk on two legs?”
I flinch. “Of course I walk on two legs,” I nearly shout. These men are frustrating me.
Julan grips my chin. “Tone, Little pet. You will not speak to me or anyone else like that. You are my pet. You will learn your place. You will be respectful.”
My face heats. I want to slap him, but the irony is that I wouldn’t be able to make an impact with my heavy hands.
He lifts a brow. “Have I made myself clear?”
I swallow. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Apologize to Yamal.”
My heart is racing. I’m so angry. But I face the doctor. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
He nods again slowly, seeming very perplexed by me.
Finally, he turns toward Julan. “I doubt she’ll have the strength to stand upright for some time.
It wouldn’t be safe either. She might fall and injure herself.
It will be best to insist she remain on all fours until we know more and her muscles improve.
No climbing. No pulling herself up. She’s more stubborn than I expected.
You’ll want to kennel her when you aren’t actively keeping an eye on her.
Leash her. She needs to learn to stay by your side on all fours.
She will have bad habits you’ll want to break anyway.
She can earn more freedom gradually as she proves trainable. ”
I gasp and jerk my gaze to Julan. “I’m not a pet,” I argue again. “I don’t need training.” It’s impossible to hold my tongue.
Julan purses his lips a second before he grabs me by the hips and flips me over so fast that I don’t know what’s happening before I find myself lying on my stomach on the table. “Hold her torso for me, Yamal.”
The doctor grabs my arms, bends them to the small of my back, and traps me down.
I start crying. “Please, Daddy. I’ll be good.”
My tears are in vain. He removes my panties in one quick motion, and then his palm lands hard on my bottom.
The air leaves my lungs at the unexpected sting.
He does it again and again, spanking me harder than I thought possible. It hurts. The burn grows as he continues.
When he finally stops, I’m sobbing uncontrollably. Any fight I had in me flees. I want to scowl at him, but I don’t dare. I won’t risk him striking me like that again. Both my pride and my butt are injured.
Julan rubs my bottom, his huge hand caressing me gently now. “Shhh. Your punishment is over, Little pet.”
I can’t catch my breath. I’m still sobbing.
As he continues to rub my burning skin, my crying slows until I’m sniffling. The doctor is still pinning me down, but something else is happening to my body. My anger evaporates as the pain ebbs and is replaced with an odd need. I like the way Daddy is touching me. It feels so good.
The tightness I felt in my tummy earlier returns. My private parts swell and grow wet. I don’t understand what I’m feeling, but I like it.
Daddy inhales deeply and surprises me by bending to kiss my sore bottom. “That’s my good girl. You’re going to obey Daddy now, aren’t you?”
I nod and sniffle one last time. “Yes, Daddy.”
“We’re going to roll you over onto your back, and you’re going to cooperate with the doctor.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I will. I want to please him. I didn’t like him spanking me. I can endure an exam. How bad can it be?
Julan gently rolls me to my back.
I wince when my bottom hits the table. It really burns. I still can’t believe he spanked me that hard. I’m also confused about my feelings toward him. It’s like my anger has evaporated. I want him to stroke my skin and tell me I’m a good girl.
Yamal lifts my arms above my head. When he wraps something around my wrists, I twist my neck to try to see what he’s doing. He’s cuffing me to the table!
I shift my gaze to Julan. “Daddy, I don’t want to be restrained, please. I’ll be good.”
He frowns. “The straps are for your safety, Little pet. I don’t want you to fall off the table.”
“Luna,” I blurt out.
His brows furrow deeper. “What is a Luna?”
“It’s my name. Luna.”
Yamal glances at Daddy. “She has a name?”
I gasp. How are these Venkorians so ignorant about humans? I guess they discovered our space station yesterday and decided to kidnap some of us to bring back to their planet. They underestimated our intelligence. Do they intend to treat all of us as subservient pets?
“Luna…” Daddy tries it out. “I’ll think about it.”
My eyes widen. “It’s not debatable. It’s my name.” I try hard to temper my tone, but it’s difficult. Every time he says something else that irritates me, I can’t control my instant retort.
His eyes narrow further. “I said I would consider it, pet. Do you need another spanking?”
I shake my head. “No, Daddy.”
He sets a hand on my chest. “Her heart rate is high.”
“She’s very agitated,” Yamal points out.
Duh. I want to roll my eyes at the doctor, but it seems like a bad idea. I’m on thin ice.
Yamal continues, “I can give her a shot to lower her anxiety, but if it’s going to persist, you might want to use suppositories instead.
Pushing the medicine into her bottom and letting it dissolve will help subdue her.
It will last several hours. You can do it as often as needed.
She will be a handful if you don’t tame her.
I wonder if all the humans are going to be as argumentative as this one. ”
Again, it’s hard to hold back my retort. My chest is pounding. If Julan thought my heart rate was high before, it’s going to go through the roof if they keep talking about me like I’m a dog.
I’ve never had a pet, of course, so I don’t know much about them, but I’ve read books. I’m educated. I know that people on Earth used to keep dogs and cats and all sorts of animals as pets. They kept them in cages like the one I was in earlier.
Is Julan really going to put me in a kennel like Yamal suggested? The idea infuriates me further. I tug against the cuffs, squirming futilely because there’s no way I could escape even if I weren’t bound to the table.
The doctor grabs his bag, sets it at the foot of this table that’s far longer than necessary for me, and holds up a bottle. Without a word, he opens it and tips something into his hand.
I gasp when I see it. A giant pill that’s bigger than anything I’ve ever seen. There’s no way I could swallow it, but that’s not his intention. He just told Julan to put it in my bottom.
Bucking is getting me nowhere.
“Turn her over,” Yamal instructs.
Daddy grabs my hips and easily flips me onto my stomach like I weigh five pounds.
“No, Daddy, please. I’ll be good. I don’t want that inside me.” My wrists are pinned together so the strap easily flipped with me, leaving me still bound to the head of the table. I pull my knees under me, trying to get traction. Fight or flight instinct. I can’t let them do this.
Yamal comes to my side and chops the backs of my thighs with his forearm, forcing my knees to bend all the way under my stomach so that I drop down several inches. My knees are splayed wide at my armpits, my bottom exposed. Yamal sets a palm on my lower back and restrains me.
I can’t move an inch under his control. I’m sobbing again. “Daddy!”
Julan parts my lower cheeks before rubbing something cold and wet against my tight hole.
Yamal speaks to him. “Go slow the first time. Use one finger. We don’t know how tight her rectum is.”
I scream when Daddy pushes the huge pill against my hole. “No. Daddy, please!” I’m totally immobile, and they’re both ignoring me. I also need to pee really badly. I’m afraid I’m going to pee all over the table, especially since my bladder is now folded.
Daddy ignores me, easing the pill into my bottom. Everywhere he touches burns from his spanking. My face probably turns the same shade as my butt from the humiliation of having him do this.
I’m crying and begging to no avail. He continues pushing his finger in deeper. “She can take it,” he says. “She’s not too tight.”
“Good,” Yamal responds. “Hold the pill as deep as you can for a few minutes. You want it to fully dissolve. She should start to calm down soon. If not, you’ll need to increase the dose next time.”
Daddy doesn’t just hold it steady. He eases his finger in and out several inches over and over, stimulating nerve endings that aren’t supposed to be touched. I don’t like it. I want him to stop. I wish I’d been a good girl and kept my mouth shut. Why did I have to argue with them?
It’s all so infuriating, though. I’m not a dog. I’m a human being. They can’t treat me like an animal.
Except they can do anything they want because they’re bigger than me. Julan bought me. He purchased me to be his pet. He said I was bought for his amusement.
It’s hard to focus on anything but his finger.
I try to ignore it, but I can’t seem to divert my attention.
I try counting in my head, but I lose track of what number I’m on.
Even crying doesn’t distract me. My sobs slow until I’m sniffling again.
All I know is his finger and how it feels for him to touch a part of me no one should ever touch.
The tightness returns to my stomach. I’ve experienced this several times now. Slickness gathers between my legs. My private parts tingle. They feel swollen and oddly needy. I want him to touch me there.
“I think she’s aroused,” Daddy whispers.
“You do?” Yamal asks.