Chapter 3
THREE
“I’m going to release your wrists, but I expect you to behave. If you start flailing around again, you will be punished. You obviously need a firm hand. No more warnings.”
My heart is racing as he removes the cuffs. My arms ache when I lower them, making me wince as I rub my biceps. Once again, I feel heavy. I slump forward. Thank goodness, Lasim catches me, flattening a palm against my chest before I faceplant.
“How are you not bruised and injured, Little pet?” he asks, wrapping a towel around me and lifting me out of the basin. “I didn’t know you would be so clumsy.”
I scowl. “I’m not clumsy, dimwit. I’m still dealing with the effects of the drugs your guards injected me with.” My tone is sassier than I’ve ever heard from my lips. I don’t speak this way to anyone on the space station.
Silently, Lasim carries me over to a chair where he sits before yanking the towel away. He hands it to one of the men in white and flips me onto my stomach over his knees so fast I don’t fully grasp what’s happening until it’s too late.
Pinned to his thighs, I try to struggle, but he’s far too strong for me to escape. He sets a palm on my back, his hand so large that his fingers span my entire back.
When he starts spanking me, I scream. I doubt anyone who can hear me cares that I’m making so much noise, but I do it anyway. Maybe someone somewhere will come to my rescue. This man can’t just spank me. I’m an adult. I have autonomy over my body.
But he does. He continues swatting my butt long and hard until my cheeks are on fire and I’m crying so hard that I can’t catch my breath.
I slump over his legs, defeated and exhausted.
I want to be furious, but I don’t have the energy.
On top of everything else, I don’t know how long it’s been since I ate. My body has run out of fuel.
Lasim grips behind my knees, holding me down while the burning pain makes me feel like I’m on fire. I want to shout at him, but that would probably only end with him spanking me more, and I can’t take that right now.
“Are you done, naughty Little pet?”
I sniffle. My face is hot. My nose is running. I have a headache. My body is shaking.
“When you’re ready to behave, let me know, and I’ll sit you up and wipe your face.”
I whimper, still staring at the floor.
One of the men in white says, “I looked in the database. I think her clumsiness is caused by our gravitational pull. It says both of the previous humans struggled to hold their heads up for some time. Apparently, she will get used to feeling heavier eventually.”
“Ah, that makes sense,” Lasim states.
It does. Why didn’t I think of that?
Lasim continues to hold me down, not letting me move my torso an inch. “Will you see if Yamal is available? I’d like him to examine her if possible. He’s familiar with the health of the humans who have arrived already. He’ll know what to expect.”
“Of course.” One of the men leaves the room.
“You don’t have to stay, either,” Lasim says to the second man in white. “I’ve got this. We’ll wait for Yamal.”
I’m slightly relieved when the door shuts. At least now there aren’t three men in the room staring at my nudity and humiliation. I’m down to just one.
“I paid a lot of money for you, Little pet. I hope you won’t disappoint me.
If you’re too much trouble and prove untrainable, I’ll return you and let someone else purchase you.
I don’t think you want to take that kind of risk.
I’m a fair and reasonable pet owner. You might not get so lucky if someone else buys you, knowing you were unruly and too difficult to be worth the effort. ”
My jaw clenches. I hate the way he speaks about me. I’m not a pet.
Time ticks by while I continue to lie pinned to Lasim’s lap. I’m getting lightheaded from hanging upside down like this. My arms are numb. Both the chair and Lasim are so large that my fingers don’t come close to reaching the floor.
I’m hungry and so very tired. I’m also stubborn. I wonder whether he would return me if I don’t please him. Do I care? I’m not sure. It would be a huge gamble to misbehave to the point that he doesn’t want me. The idea makes me quiver. What if my next owner treats me even worse?
I don’t have a clue what to expect from Lasim in the future. It’s growing increasingly clear that I’ve been sold, and there’s no way to escape my predicament.
Lasim doesn’t say a single word. He’s clearly willing to wait me out even if it takes all day.
“I’m hungry,” I grumble.
“I bet you are, Little pet. Your tummy is rumbling against my thighs. When you’re ready to cooperate, let me know, and I’ll take care of your needs.”
I hate him. I want to scream at him. Instead, I give in and mutter, “I’m sorry. Daddy.”
That’s all it takes for him to release his firm grip and gently roll me over so I’m cradled in his arms. He immediately starts wiping my face with a wet cloth. It feels so good for him to clean off my snot and dried tears.
I’m naked, but I don’t dare ask him for clothes. I don’t want him to spank me again.
He finally smiles at me. “There we go. I bet that felt good, didn’t it?
Sometimes a hard spanking will help you purge stressful feelings.
You’ve been through a lot today. I’m sure you’re confused and have a million questions.
But you may not be insolent with Daddy. I won’t tolerate you sassing me. Understood?”
I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Such a good Little pet.”
Something inside me tightens when he praises me. Even though I should be furious with him for treating me like an animal, I find myself wanting to wrap my arms around his neck and snuggle against him. His scent fills me with every inhale. It’s so odd how I’m affected by his pheromones.
Lasim rises, still cradling me, and carries me to an exam table in the middle of the room.
I look around more now than I did when I was first manhandled into the basin. This is definitely a medical bay. He mentioned a doctor coming to examine me. I’m not looking forward to that.
“Lie on your tummy, Little pet. I’ll rub some cream into your naughty bottom to soothe the sting.”
Wincing, I turn onto my stomach. I’m so heavy and tired. The exam table is padded and has a white sheet over it. It feels comfortable after everything I’ve been through.
Lasim eases my hand away from my torso and guides it to the edge of the table before cuffing it.
I bite my lip while he does the same thing on the other side.
Why does he feel the need to restrain me like this again?
Something inside me tightens once again as his fingers graze down my legs.
I fight to keep from making a sound while he cuffs my ankles next, forcing my legs to part as wide as the table.
There’s no arguing or fighting. I don’t have the emotional or physical strength. I keep my cheek flat on the sheet and close my eyes as he rubs some sort of cream onto my bottom.
“Your skin is so translucent,” Lasim points out. “It’s very pretty, even prettier now that it’s all pink from a spanking.”
Whimpering, I try not to squirm. Something is happening to my body.
I don’t understand. His touch is causing a fire to ignite between my legs.
Not the same flames as on my bottom. A different kind of burn.
A need. And his voice… I don’t know what it is about his tone.
It lures me. Makes me want things I can’t put words to.
Lasim keeps stroking my bottom. I end up lifting my head off the table when he parts my cheeks, exposing my hole. “No…” I blurt out before I can stop myself.
He gives my sore butt a light slap. “Stay still, Little pet. No part of you will be off-limits to Daddy, including your tight rectum.”
I moan when he strokes over the sensitive rosebud. No one should ever touch me there. It’s gross. But his fingers drive me out of my head even in such a naughty location.
He continues to stroke my most forbidden body part. “It’s good for you to get used to my fingers on your bottom, Little pet. Relax your body. The more I touch you, the faster you’ll learn to accept the sensation.”
I lower my face to the table and try not to ponder what he’s doing.
“I’ve met one of the other human females. I think she calls herself Luna.”
My breath hitches. “You’ve seen Luna?” That’s a good sign. At least that would indicate she’s alive. I still don’t know for sure if my fate includes death. Though it’s becoming apparent that Lasim intends to keep me as a pet if I behave.
He swats my butt again. My skin is so tender that even a tiny slap hurts. “Control your outbursts, Little pet. I’m talking. You will not interrupt me to ask questions. I’ll tell you what I want you to know when I feel it’s appropriate. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Something changes inside me as I utter those words this time. It’s not as difficult. I find myself wanting to please him. So I purse my lips, hoping I can keep my trap shut.
“I visited Julan at his apartment soon after he acquired his pet. She was very well behaved and had learned many commands. Apparently, her temperament isn’t universal among human females.
Granted, I don’t know how she comported herself when he first purchased her, but it seems that she’s more agreeable than you. ”
Luna is absolutely more agreeable than I am. He’s not wrong. She’s always been more even-keeled than other women. I’m far more inquisitive and argumentative than she is. Not as easy-going. Surely she panicked like me when she found out she had been bought as a human pet.
I suspect there are a million things about my adventure here that I can’t even begin to fathom yet. I’m concerned, but I need to take things one at a time. At the moment, my focus is on the tiny nerve endings around my rosette that are being awakened by my owner.
Lasim rubs my back. “Accept my touch. Let your body relax.”
I’m panting now. Relax doesn’t seem to be in my vocabulary.
Lasim inhales deeply. “I can scent your arousal, Little pet. It pleases me that your pussy is creaming for me.” He slides his fingers from my rectum to my private parts.
The moment he touches me there, I realize my folds are wet and pulsing. A whimper escapes. Something grows, a need I don’t understand.
“This is good, Little pet. Your body is aligning with mine. You were given an injection of my essence while you were asleep. It’s causing you to feel drawn to me so you’ll be loyal and addicted to my presence.”
I groan at those words. No wonder I feel so strange. Some sort of shot did this to me.
“It’s unavoidable, Little pet. If it makes you feel any better, I feel the same magnetic draw. You smell divine. I want to flip you over and eat your cunt, but I’ll wait.”
He’s using that word again. Cunt. I think he means my private parts. He also called that area my pussy. When he says those words, his tone is deeper, perhaps devious. Or filled with promise.
I shudder, unable to focus on anything but the feel of his finger trailing through my wet folds over and over. Suddenly, he tugs on my pubic hair. “The doctor will remove these curls, Little pet.”
My breath hitches. What does he mean? Why?
He twirls his finger in my growing wetness. “Your soft curls will hold all your juices and make you susceptible to infection.”
I fist my hands at my sides. Too many things are happening at once.
My thoughts are all over the place. There’s a collar around my neck.
I’m lying naked on my stomach on an exam table.
Cuffed to it. A giant man, who wants me to call him Daddy, is stroking my most private parts. And…I don’t want him to stop.