Chapter 8
EIGHT
I sit as still as possible as Julan lets a man into the apartment. I didn’t have the opportunity to examine all the men we encountered between the building where I was kept in a cage and Julan’s home. He forced me to cover my eyes. I assume he truly was protecting me from the sun.
Nevertheless, I did get enough of a glimpse to know all the men on this planet seem to be enormous. This guest is as tall as Julan and just as broad. The two men shake hands as he enters.
“Good to see you, Lasim.”
Then the man glances at me. His eyes widen a moment before he smiles and steps closer. “Ah, your new pet. The human. I wasn’t expecting her to be so similar to us.”
I say nothing. I’m embarrassed, and I don’t like him looking at me.
After all, I’m sitting obediently on my heels, sucking a pacifier like it’s a lifeline, and wearing nothing but a diaper.
Oh, and I can’t forget the collar and the leash hanging down the front of my body, the end of it resting on the floor between my thighs.
Julan—Daddy—clears his throat. “Yes. It would seem humans are nearly identical to us in every way but size.”
The newcomer rubs his chin, staring at me, intrigued, as he approaches. “Can she procreate on her own?”
I flinch. Life would be so very different if I could do that.
We wouldn’t have needed the cryonically preserved sperm that traveled with us to the space station twenty years ago, nor would humans eventually die out because the sperm was lost ten years ago when an electrical issue on the station fried the freezer.
I realize this is what the doctor was referring to earlier when he and Julan were discussing Venkorian women. Apparently, they don’t need to have sex with a man to procreate.
Daddy motions for Lasim to sit across from him as he takes his seat next to me. “I’m not sure. I guess I should look into that before I end up with a litter of tiny humans in my apartment.” He laughs.
I cringe. I’ve known for years that I would never have children. No human will. Our line ends with those of us who were sent to the space station twenty years ago.
“Does the translation collar work on these humans? Can she understand us?”
“Yes. She seems to be an intelligent being, to some extent.”
I want to shoot him a glare, but I manage to control myself.
In fact, I’m tired of the way Lasim is staring at me, so I lower my gaze.
Looking at the floor doesn’t erase my embarrassment because it only reminds me that Lasim can see my tits, and that they’re swollen and red from being spanked so hard.
Hopefully, he won’t realize I was punished in such a degrading manner moments before his arrival.
After all, these are the first human boobs he’s seen.
As far as he knows, this is what they always look like.
Daddy continues, “I’m cautiously optimistic that she will be trainable and compliant.”
“Let me know how things go. I’m considering purchasing one myself. I wouldn’t want her to be unruly or more trouble than she’s worth.”
“I’ll keep you updated.” Daddy sets a hand on the back of my neck and forces me to bend my head farther forward. He subtly grabs my braid and holds it too tightly as though silently reprimanding me for something.
I know exactly what he’s communicating as I stare at my diaper.
It’s dry, of course. I’ve been holding my urine in since I woke up.
The idea of wetting myself is still too foreign to easily comply.
Plus, I don’t want to be sitting here with the wet bulk between my legs.
And then there’s the added humiliation of wetting myself in front of Lasim as if humans can’t control their bladders.
Daddy leans over and whispers in my ear, “Remember what I told you, Little pet.” As soon as he finishes speaking, he tips my head forward and does something to the back of my collar.
The next time he talks, I can’t understand a word. His voice is so strange. It’s filled with the same odd noises I heard from the Venkorian guards before the collar was put on me. He’s turned the translator off.
When I jerk my gaze to his, he lifts his brows and points toward my diaper before forcibly angling my head downward again.
I hold back tears at the obvious reprimand.
I feel so isolated now that my collar has been deactivated.
The men resume their conversation, but I have no idea what they’re saying.
I wonder if, in time, I might eventually learn their language.
I’d never be able to speak it because it seems to include sounds I’m incapable of, but perhaps I could learn to understand.
The sounds drone on and on as time passes. I have nothing to do except worry and focus on my plight. Within minutes of losing communication, I empty my bladder. That’s one thing I can do, please Daddy, so that he doesn’t punish me again today.
As soon as I pee, he starts petting me. He starts with my head and my braid, then my shoulder.
I grow aroused by his touch. I know he’s aware. He’s always aware of my arousal.
After a while, he spreads his knees and points between them before giving me the sit signal and taking my leash to guide me so that I’m sitting directly in front of him.
I’m still facing Lasim, but now Daddy’s knees are touching my biceps.
I keep my head down. Perhaps it’s expected of me, but it’s easier for me if I don’t make eye contact with Lasim. I’m warmer between his legs.
Daddy’s hands dangle over my shoulders, and I soon realize why he has moved me here when he starts toying with my nipples. My arousal spikes. Wetness leaks from my pussy. I bite down on the protective ring of my pacifier to keep from moaning.
Daddy’s voice continues as if he’s unaware of my plight. He and Lasim never waver in their conversation. I wonder if they’re discussing business all this time or if they occasionally also talk about me.
It’s so hard to remain still. A tightness in my belly makes me clench. My pussy grows swollen and needier by the moment. My breasts feel much heavier than earlier. I would question their size if I weren’t looking directly at them. Except for my nipples, they have not changed.
The sting from being spanked has lessened so that now all I feel is pleasure as Daddy thumbs the tips over and over. He switches things up every few minutes. Sometimes, he cups my breasts as if weighing them. Sometimes, he uses one finger to circle my nipples maddeningly.
I feel the distinct need to please him, so I wet my diaper again while he teases me.
Who cares what Lasim thinks? He’s not my owner.
He has no idea what I’m capable of. I refuse to worry about his impression of me.
I am concerned about what will happen to one of the other human women if he buys someone, but there’s nothing I can do about it.
I’m a ball of need, so close to orgasm, panting uncontrollably. I’ve managed to keep hold of the pacifier, but I’m no longer sucking. I’m gripping it with my teeth to keep it from falling out and angering Daddy.
Suddenly, Daddy pinches my nipples very hard. That’s the last straw. I come so hard that I struggle to remain upright.
Daddy wraps an arm around my shoulders, supporting me the entire time as waves of pleasure consume me.
I’m trembling. My face is hot. I don’t dare lift my gaze, and I’m grateful I don’t have to look at Lasim. I don’t want to know if he’s aware I just came. I’m too embarrassed. How could I possibly be this out of control? So lost in myself that I came on my knees in front of a stranger?
Daddy holds me with one arm for a while longer, stroking my cheek with his other hand. I’m lulled into a sense of security. Eventually, he touches my collar, and a moment later, I jolt when he speaks. He must have turned the translator back on.
“Such a good girl,” he coos. He tips my head back, and I’m startled to find that we’re alone. “Lasim let himself out. He was very impressed with you. He’s going to purchase his own pet.”
I cringe. I don’t want any other women to be treated as pets.
The idea makes my stomach churn. No one on the space station has a choice, though.
Even if I could warn them about what they’re facing, it wouldn’t change the fact that resources are running out.
The clock is ticking for anyone on that space station.
Being rescued and brought to any planet is better than death. Isn’t it?
Daddy kisses my temple. “Time for your reward, Little pet.” He releases me, picks up the leash, and stands. “Heel.”
I drop onto my hands and knees.
“Good girl. Come.”
I crawl beside him as he leads me back to the bedroom. I’m grateful that it’s getting easier to hold up my head. It gives me hope that I’ll be able to walk again soon, assuming Daddy lets me.
When we reach the bed, Daddy lifts me and lowers me onto my hands and knees before commanding, “Roll.”
I do as I’m told, presenting myself on my back and pulling my knees up and wide.
Daddy removes my pacifier, holds up a treat, and pops it in my mouth. “I won’t give you a treat every time you obey a command. You’ll follow my orders always and be rewarded sometimes.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Daddy unfastens my diaper and whisks it away. I’m grateful. It was heavy and uncomfortable. After grabbing some supplies, which he sets next to me, he wipes my pussy clean. His touch is so careful, and my folds swell with every graze of the cloth.
“Knees wider, Little pet.”
I whimper as I follow his orders. I should be mortified, and I suppose part of me is, but I tingle all over when he looks at me like he is now. His gaze is so heated that I feel beautiful.