Chapter 4
FOUR
As soon as Daddy eases the pressure on my knees, I moan. “I need to pee,” I tell him. “Please, can I use the bathroom?”
He winces. “Right. I hadn’t thought of that.” He looks toward Yamal. “I haven’t given her an opportunity to eliminate yet. She’s probably been holding it since she was on the space station.”
Instead of letting me up so I can go to the bathroom, Julan pulls a strap across my bent knees. He cinches it tight, keeping me exposed and open without having to hold me. The strap runs across my thighs and shins. I can’t move at all, and my tummy flutters.
I groan when Yamal presses against my bladder. “I’ll drain her urine. I need the sample anyway.”
What does he mean? Drain it?
He pulls things out of his bag. I can’t see.
It takes too much energy to lift my head.
My hair is wild all around me, and Daddy sets his palm on my forehead.
“She was wearing those panties when I bought her. She must ordinarily control her output.” He shifts his attention to me.
“Do you have a place you usually eliminate, Little pet?”
I frown. “Yes. The bathroom. Let me go, please.”
“You use a receptacle? You can hold your peepee in?” He cocks his head to one side as if surprised. “Apparently so, or you would have wet yourself.”
I scowl now. “Can you not control your pee?” I ask, my voice sassy.
His brows rise. “Such a naughty girl. It’s going to be challenging training you, isn’t it?”
My frown that switched to a scowl now turns to a pout.
I flinch when Yamal presses against my pelvis again. I’m going to pee all over the table any second. Something touches my sensitive skin, and then I have the oddest sensation as he pushes it into me.
“It’s a catheter, Little pet. A tube that will let your urine run out so the doctor can take it back to the lab and check what’s in it.”
I purse my lips, fighting the urge to cry again.
Daddy strokes the corners of my eyes. “You’re a very emotional being, Little pet. Are all humans so quick to shed tears?”
I sniffle but don’t respond. I’m not emotional. He’s making me mad.
Relief consumes me as my bladder empties. I let out a long breath.
“There we go,” Daddy says, smiling. “Better?”
I nod and then remember he doesn’t like that. “Yes, Daddy,” I murmur.
“Where exactly do you usually eliminate, Little pet?”
“In a toilet. Where do you?”
“Ahhh. Okay. I think I understand. Some words do not translate. It would seem we have a communication barrier when there is no word in the other language. Like dog. No idea what that is. You said it earlier. I assume a toilet is a hole you sit on to eliminate waste?”
“Yes. And a dog is a pet you keep in a kennel. I’m not one of those.”
He chuckles. “So sassy.” He turns to the doctor. “No one was sure how humans emptied their bladders and bowels, so I’ll diaper her for now. She could also use a litter box. I’ll look into it.”
The blood leaves my face. “I’m not a baby or a dog or a cat, for that matter,” I insist. “I use a toilet. You’re not diapering me. And I’m not using a litter box. They are for cats.”
He cocks his head and frowns.
“Do you people have no pets?” My voice rises.
“Do you want me to spank you again, naughty girl? I don’t think you want to anger me while you’re restrained on your back. If I have to swat you, I’ll do it on your pussy.”
I shudder from head to toe. My jaw drops.
“You’ll wear a diaper for now. In fact, you’ll wear a diaper until I say otherwise. If you’re cooperative, I’ll do some research and look into another type of receptacle you can use in the future. If you whine about it, you will wear a diaper indefinitely.”
I close my mouth and grit my teeth.
The doctor pushes something into my bottom, making me whimper.
“It’s just a thermometer,” Daddy tells me.
I don’t like it. Why must they keep touching me there?
“I don’t think the dose of anti-anxiety medicine was enough,” Yamal comments. “Next time you use it, double it.”
My heart isn’t racing as much as it was before, but I certainly still feel stressed. If that pill Daddy put in my butthole calmed me any, I’d hate to think how I’d feel without it.
The stupid rod leaves my hole, and the doctor holds it up.
“Ah, she runs a few degrees cooler than us. That would explain why she feels chilly. It’s not enough to hurt her.
You can bargain with that information, too.
Give her a blanket in her kennel if she’s well-behaved.
Make her shiver in there if you need to discipline her. ”
I grit my teeth again.
Yamal ignores me. “What we know is that she has some level of intelligence and has a strong will. She will therefore be harder to train than expected. Be firm. Make sure she knows the rules. Don’t waver.
Discipline her every time she breaks them.
Use a leash and the kennel for now. She needs to learn her place. ”
The doctor unstraps my legs.
It’s a relief to be able to extend them. My arms are still cuffed, but I don’t say a word. I don’t know how angry Daddy is feeling or what rules he intends to enforce. I should try really hard to be more obedient.
“She’s probably hungry,” Yamal says. “Give her a bottle. Monitor her to make sure she doesn’t have an allergic reaction to it.
If she keeps it down and seems to thrive, you can add some dry kibble tomorrow.
Small amounts at first. Nothing else. We don’t know what her digestive tract can handle yet.
Other beings from other planets have done well with the formula and kibble.
That’s all the data we have on feeding small alien creatures. ”
I want to scream. My body tenses.
I’m not a pet. I’m not a pet.
Except, apparently, I am.
The doctor closes his bag. “Call me anytime. I can be here in minutes. If she has an allergic reaction, call me right away. She should also empty her bowels. If she doesn’t by tomorrow, let me know. If she’s stubborn and refuses to expel, I’ll give her an enema and wash out her bowels.”
I don’t even know what he’s saying. He’s using words I do not understand. But whatever it is, I don’t like it. I hate him. I hate everything about this experience. I want to go home.
“I’ll see myself out.”
I’m glad when the door closes.
Daddy returns his attention to me. He lets his gaze roam up and down my extended frame before stroking my skin with his fingers. He starts with my legs and then my tummy.
When he circles my nipples, I arch into his touch and moan. My anger starts to evaporate.
“Such a pretty Little pet. I didn’t realize how attractive you would be,” he says softly.
I stare at him. His face is relaxed now. He’s smiling slightly. His dark eyes are dilated as he explores my body. He’s more muscular than anyone I know, but I only know women. I’ve seen pictures of human males. I assume the men from my planet were also firm. But not like this. And not this large.
He otherwise looks human, except for his size.
Daddy taps one of my nipples, and I whimper.
“So responsive. You’re a very sexual being. That’s unexpected. I wonder how compatible we might be. You’re making my cock very hard.”
I have so many questions. And I’m not interested in discussing his manhood. It’s too embarrassing. So I ask one of the million things on my mind. “You don’t have relationships with your own women?”
He shakes his head. “Not often. Venkorian women don’t need us to procreate. They live together in compounds. They reproduce using their own organs. It wasn’t always that way. They’ve evolved over hundreds of years. Are human women not able to create offspring without men?”
I shake my head. “No. That’s why there are no children on the space station.
I’m one of the youngest. I was sent to the space station as a baby shortly before Earth’s demise.
Only girls were saved. We were supposed to use semen to inseminate ourselves years later, but the specimens were inadvertently destroyed a decade ago.
On Earth, men put their, uh…shaft inside the woman and emptied their seed into her. ”
He nods, chuckling. “Like pets.”
I roll my eyes. “If you don’t stop calling me a pet…”
He grins. “If you don’t stop sassing me…
But to elaborate, sometimes Venkorian men have sex with our own women.
We used to do it more frequently. Since it’s not necessary any longer, we rarely bother.
I have had sex with women, but not for a long time.
It’s not something we engage in frequently.
We do it for the fleeting release. There is no emotional connection binding us together. ”
What an odd culture. I don’t even know what to say in response.
He continues, “We take care of our physical needs without a partner.” He lifts a brow.
I frown, not sure what he means.
“We masturbate, Little pet. Like the doctor said. I’m surprised humans don’t pleasure themselves.”
I lick my lips. “Maybe, uh, maybe they did on Earth. I don’t know.”
He taps my thigh. “Open your legs again, Little pet. I want to see your pussy.”
My breath hitches. I want him to see it, too, so I obey.
“Wider.” He inhales deep and long. “You smell so good. I want to taste you.” Before I know what his intention is, he lowers his head and licks my folds.
I clamp my knees against his ears.
He grabs my thighs and pushes them open again as he sucks on me.
I cry out. It feels so good. Even better than when he touched that bundle of nerves. My clit, they said. I’m about to explode like I did earlier when he suddenly lifts his head.
“No, please… Don’t stop.”
He smiles at me. “I think you need to learn to be humble, Little pet.” He parts my folds and blows on my, my, my pussy. He called it my pussy. “You really like it when I touch you,” he muses as he pulls the hood back to expose my clit to the air.
“Yes…” I breathe out. “Please…”
He grins wider. “I like this new information. You’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’ll be good.” I’ll do anything if he’ll just let me feel that pleasure again.
He releases my folds and lets the hood cover my clit again. “First, you’ll be good, and then I’ll reward you, Little pet.”
I whine, desperation making me shake.
Daddy chuckles as he wraps his hand around my ankles and lifts my butt off the table. He slides something under me.
When I realize what he’s doing, I squirm. “No, please. Daddy, no. I don’t want to wear a diaper. Humans don’t wear diapers. We use a toilet.”
“Do humans have a problem with short-term memory?”
I frown at him.
He laughs. “I just told you I would not let you orgasm if you were naughty, and you’ve started arguing with me less than a minute later. Did you forget? Maybe you’re not as intelligent as you want me to believe.” He’s teasing me. Isn’t he?
I humph. “Please, Daddy,” I beg.
He pushes my thighs wide and pulls the front of the diaper between my legs.
After fastening it, he sets his hands on either side of my hips and meets my gaze.
“Listen to me closely, Little pet. Venkorians have no knowledge of humans. You and the other small human are the first to have been brought to our planet. When I purchased you, it was with the assumption that you would be my pet. I’m not prepared for any other scenario at this time.
We will get to know each other. As I learn more about your species, perhaps I will consent to making some changes.
Until then, you will obey me. I will train you on how I intend for you to behave.
When you’re a good girl, I will consider rewarding you.
When you’re naughty, I will punish you. Arguing with me will only make your life more difficult. Do you understand?”
I whimper. “Yes, Daddy.” I hope he’s going to release my hands soon.
“You will wear a diaper at all times. I don’t want to hear another word about it. If you fill it often without needing to be reminded, I will give you the pleasure you crave. If you hold your peepee in, I will open the diaper and spank your pussy. Understood?”
I shudder. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now, let’s get a bottle in you.” He finally unfastens my wrists.
My arms ache from being stretched above my head, and I wince as I lower them.
Daddy frowns and rubs the muscles. “You’re more fragile than I expected. I’ll take care to keep you safe. Do you normally always walk on two legs like me?”
“Yes, Daddy. Always.”
“And you can hold your head up without a problem?”
I want to roll my eyes, but I refrain. “Yes, Daddy.”
“For the time being, you will not walk, understood? I don’t want to risk you falling. I’ll reconsider this rule at another time. Do not ask me to let you walk. Do not stand without permission.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I think I can live with that rule. I don’t believe I have the strength to stand anyway. It’s obvious gravity is stronger on Venkoria than I’m used to. My only experience with gravity was the controlled environment of the space station.
“You will be leashed and stay by my side when you’re not in your kennel.”
I wince.
He lifts a brow, still massaging my arms.
I sigh. “Yes, Daddy.”
He lowers my arms and tucks his hands under me, scooping me up off the table. I glance back at it. The doctor brought this table when he arrived. He didn’t take it with him. “Yamal doesn’t need his table?”
“He lives in the building. He’ll get it later, or perhaps leave it here for a while. He’ll want to keep close tabs on your health. He’ll be visiting often.”
I purse my lips at that announcement. Goody.
My body is heavy. I’m hungry and tired. I have no fight left in me.