Chapter 2
TWO
Sputtering and crying through the water running down my face, I try to maintain a supply of oxygen, but it’s hard. I keep inhaling water instead of air, and eventually I choke, sending myself into a coughing fit.
Finally, the man stops spraying so close to my face, giving me a chance to catch my breath.
The water is rising around me, but it’s only a few inches deep so far.
I’ve never been this chilly. Goosebumps have come up all over my body.
My nipples are hard points. Now that water is no longer raining down over me, the air in the room is making my wet body feel like I’m sitting in a freezer.
I flinch when the door to the room opens again. This time, the angry man in the black suit from earlier enters. His brow is deeply furrowed as he walks toward me. His gaze is fixed on mine. I assume his words are for the ears of the white-clad men, but he doesn’t look at them, just me.
Quivering with fear, I try to lean back as far as I can, but I only have a few inches of slack.
He’s so intense, but he’s also attractive. At least, I think he is. How would I know? The sum total of all the men I’ve seen in twenty years is seven giant aliens.
This one, though… He captures my attention more than the others.
Even though he’s scowling, and I have no idea whether his wrath is directed at me or not, he’s still oddly appealing.
His hair is thick and brown. His eyes are also brown, so dark they’re almost black.
His skin is tanned. From exposure to sunlight?
I’ve never been exposed to the sun. I’m very pale. It stands out in contrast to my nearly black hair that’s currently hanging in thick hanks over my shoulders and down my back. I can almost sit on it because it hasn’t been cut for many years.
Mesmerized by the angry man, I find myself staring directly into his eyes.
I’m scared. He might punish me for daring to meet his gaze, but instead, his face softens slightly.
He grips my chin and holds it firmly, forcing me to tip my head way back.
I don’t look away. I don’t care that I’m naked. I won’t let him think I’m weak.
He’s at least three times my size. I couldn’t possibly take him on in a battle of strength, but I’ll do my best in a battle of wills.
He seems to search my gaze. I have no idea what he finds, but one of the men in white hands him something before the other stands behind me and grabs my head with both huge hands.
Renewed panic races through me, making me cry out. I’m totally immobilized.
The angry man is holding a strange metal circle. It has two parts to it, and it’s hinged open. He pulls it wider and closes in on me until he wraps it around my neck.
A squeal escapes my lips. I can’t avoid whatever this is. I’m unable to move my head even an inch. While I’m still trying to free myself and whimpering, the angry man adjusts something on the side of the ring.
It’s a collar. There’s no avoiding that reality.
The next time he speaks, I gasp. His words are in English.
“Can you understand me, Little pet?”
My eyes widen as I swallow. How am I suddenly able to understand what he’s saying?
“Are you certain she’s capable of comprehending language or even speech?” the man holding my head asks.
I growl. “I’m not an idiot,” I blurt out.
The angry man finally stops scowling. In fact, one corner of his lips lifts in a slight grin.
“Ah. She does speak.” He grips my chin again, leaning in closer to my face, and continues, “Stop this naughty behavior right now. You’ll sit like a good Little pet while I wash the vomit and urine off your skin.
If you keep screaming and carrying on, I will spank your naughty bottom. Do I make myself clear?”
I shudder. His tone is firm and demanding.
I don’t like his words, though. I swallow hard, not responding.
On the one hand, I’m grateful I can finally understand him.
On the other hand, he seems to think I’m a pet of some sort.
I can’t let him treat me like an animal.
I’ve been caged and stripped naked, so apparently, on some level, he does see me as less than human.
“You’ll answer me when I ask you a question, Little pet. I expect you to speak to me respectfully. You will call me Daddy. If you understand me, say, ‘Yes, Daddy.’”
I lick my lips. My voice is caught in my throat. This is so degrading.
His grip on my chin tightens to the point of pain.
Wincing, I realize I have no choice but to acquiesce. “Yes, Daddy,” I mutter.
His smile grows. “That’s better.”
“You speak English, then?” I ask. It’s my most pressing question. I’m so confused.
He shakes his head. “No, Little pet. Your collar acts as a translator. It allows you to understand me speaking in my own language.”
“Your name is Daddy?” I ask.
He chuckles. “No, pet. My name is Lasim. But you will call me Daddy. It’s respectful. You will address all other men as Sir, but I won’t have you speaking out of turn. Hold your tongue unless I ask you a question.”
I scowl at him. “My name is Isla. I’m a human being. I’m not a pet.”
He smirks. “On this planet, you’re a pet. I’ve heard through the grapevine that the first two humans brought to Venkoria have proven to have more intelligence than expected. So far, you seem rather feral to me.”
I gasp, my eyes going wide. “Feral? You haven’t seen feral yet.
How do you expect me to behave under the circumstances?
I was drugged and brought to your planet against my will.
I was put in a cage and manhandled by your brutish guards.
The drugs I was injected with made me sick to my stomach, and no one let me out of the cage to use the bathroom, so I peed myself.
Four giant aliens restrained me and cut off my clothes.
Do you have any idea how humiliating that is?
I’m handcuffed to this strange basin, and to top it off, you just put a collar on me like I’m an animal.
I’m beyond furious. If that looks like feral to you, it’s for a good reason. ”
Lasim narrows his gaze, cocking his head to one side.
He’s not pleased. “You have a naughty tongue, Little human. I suggest you purse your lips and remain quiet unless you want to feel the sting of my palm on your bottom. If you’re as intelligent as you and the other human females claim, it shouldn’t be difficult to train you to obey me. ”
I’m infuriated, but I don’t utter a single syllable.
He lifts a brow. “My first rule is no speaking out of turn. I’ve heard enough complaining out of you. The next time you behave so disrespectfully, I will take you over my knees and paddle your little white bottom until the tears you cry are well-earned.”
My face heats to a million degrees. Fury consumes me, but it doesn’t seem wise to argue further with him at this time.
“Are you done misbehaving, Little pet?”
I swallow.
He grips my chin tighter again.
“Yes, Daddy,” I murmur.
“Good. You should feel gratitude instead of ire. I have saved you from eventual death on that failing space station. You’re safe on this planet. I will feed and protect you. In return, you will treat me with respect and learn to obey me like a good Little pet.” He lifts a brow again.
I shudder. “Yes, Daddy.” I hate myself for caving to his will, but I don’t have any other options right now. I’m well and truly stuck.
“That’s a good Little pet. You’ll earn privileges through good behavior. You’ll lose those privileges every time you argue or misbehave.”
I don’t respond, but I’m fuming angry. I’m afraid that if I were to speak, my words would contain venom, and I’d end up over his lap.
What a ridiculous method of punishment. Humans do not treat other humans that way. I suppose in some households on Earth, the young were swatted on the butt to correct their behavior, but not adults. I’m twenty-four, way too old to be spanked.
He’s so condescending. It’s infuriating.
After releasing my chin, he reaches for the spigot and turns the water back on. I’m not sure when it was turned off, but now I realize it’s stopped rising, and it’s cold again.
He squirts soap in his palm next and rubs his hands together. “Lean your head forward, Little pet. Let me wash your hair.”
I do as I’m told, but it’s awkward. My face is tipped down, forcing me to stare at my naked body. My breasts seem heavy, my pink nipples hard points. My private parts between my legs feel swollen and tingly. I don’t understand the sensation, but it grows the longer he massages soap into my scalp.
It seems like every time I inhale, I draw more of Lasim into my lungs, into my body. It makes no sense. I’m finding this man more and more attractive by the minute. Even though he’s rude and arrogant, I can’t seem to resist him.
I hate that I’m naked. I abhor that the two men in white are still staring at me.
At least they aren’t the ones washing me now.
I can marginally tolerate Lasim’s hands on me and only because I’m magnetically drawn to him.
I might scream loud enough to earn a spanking if those other men touch me intimately.
Lasim grips the back of my neck, tips my head back, and washes my face. He’s marginally careful, but I can’t keep from whimpering. When he’s satisfied with my hair and face, he holds the nozzle up and lets the water cascade down my head, rinsing off the soap. At least it’s warm now.
As expected, the next thing he does is gather more soap and reach for my shoulders.
I’m mesmerized as he washes my arms, my back, and finally my chest. When he palms my breasts, my breath hitches.
He chuckles. “I’ve also heard Little humans are easy to pleasure. I was glad to hear that. It makes training you easier.”
I don’t know what he means. His words make no sense.
Lasim squats lower, cupping my breasts and stroking my nipples over and over with his thumbs. They grow larger, and something inside me builds. A tightness in my stomach. My private parts are pulsing. I don’t understand why.
I want him to stop, but he doesn’t. There’s no escaping his groping. My arms are restrained, keeping me in place. When I arch my chest, one of the men in white sets a palm between my shoulder blades to prevent me from moving.
Lasim smiles. “You like that, don’t you, Little pet? You like it when Daddy strokes your nipples.”
I shake my head. My confusion grows along with the building need inside me.
“Has anyone ever stroked your stiff little titties before, pet?”
It’s difficult to focus on his words. Did he ask me a question?
Suddenly, he pinches my nipples hard, making me cry out from the shock. “Answer me, Little pet.”
I swallow and mutter, “No, Daddy.”
“You don’t play with them yourself?”
My face heats as I shake my head.
Lasim releases my nipples. He sets one giant hand on top of my head and tips it back, forcing me to look him in the eyes.
I’m panting. My nipples are on fire. I hate that he’s stopped touching them, which makes me even more embarrassed.
“Do you play with your naughty titties, Little pet?” he repeats.
“No, Daddy,” I manage to whisper. Maybe I should have. I didn’t know it would feel so good.
“What about your pussy, Little pet? Do you finger your clit to get relief from the pressure?”
I furrow my brows. What is he talking about?
Lasim drops his other hand into the water and cups my private parts. “Here, Little pet. This is your pussy. Do you enjoy playing with it?”
I gasp, my eyes going wide. Why would I touch myself there?
Lasim chuckles. “I’ll take that as a no. Odd. I don’t understand. You’re so responsive. Why wouldn’t you have masturbated?”
I don’t know what that word means. It seems like some of the words he uses translate into a language I’ve never heard. Pussy? Masturbate? Clit?
He drags a finger between my folds, making me cry out. The sensation is so powerful that I plant my feet on the floor of the basin and lift my hips.
“Oh, you’re going to be a pleasure to train,” he says, grinning. “You’ve seriously never fingered your cunt, Little pet?”
I stare at him. My vision is swimming from the stimulation to my private parts. Cunt?
When he removes his hand from between my legs and then from my head, I whine.
Lasim smirks. “Delightful.” He releases the water from the basin and fills his palm with soap again. Without warning, his fingers are between my legs, lathering up my private parts. Every stroke sends me deeper into a state of bliss.
Another whimper escapes my lips when he stops touching me. He’s smiling and obviously pleased as he washes my legs and feet before sliding his hand under me again. His palm flattens on my private parts a second, and then his fingers rub against my rectum.
I cry out, jerking against the restraints as renewed humiliation consumes me.
Lasim doesn’t let up until he’s ready. Then he grabs the nozzle, turns on the water, and brings the spray up to rinse off my body from top to bottom. “Spread your knees, Little pet. I want to make sure to get all the soap off your pussy and bottom.”
I’m shaking again, fighting tears as I follow his orders. I don’t want soap on my private parts, either. I assume that’s what he’s referring to when he says pussy.
“That’s a good Little pet. See how easy it is to obey Daddy?”
Part of me wants to defy him, but I’m in no position to argue or clamp my legs together. I don’t even know what I am feeling. Confused. Stimulated in odd ways. Pulsing with unrequited need that makes no sense to me.