Chapter 4
FOUR
I gasp when a door opens. I don’t dare look. Whoever it is, I don’t want to face them.
“Lasim, good to see you. I see you managed to get a human pet.”
“Yes. I’m afraid this Little pet might be a handful. Hopefully, you’ll have some tricks up your sleeve. She’s feisty and argumentative.”
The newcomer must be the doctor, Yamal. He chuckles.
“I fear that might be a human trait. These creatures are a bit more complex than we originally expected. They’re very opinionated.
My advice would be to nip any bad habits in the bud, starting now.
I see you already took her in hand since her bottom is bright red and you have her strapped to the table. ”
“Yes. She’s slightly more docile now, but I suspect it will take more than one firm spanking to break her.”
I hold my breath, hating his words. I don’t like the way they’re discussing me as if I’m not an intelligent being. I do like the way Lasim is still touching me, but it’s embarrassing now that the doctor is in the room.
“Have you let her fully experience pleasure yet?”
“No, and I don’t think she’s ever had an orgasm before. She seems perplexed by the idea. She says she’s never masturbated.”
It’s hard to follow their conversation, partly because I don’t understand half the words they are using and partly because I’m so distracted by Lasim’s fingers.
Yamal responds, “My sample group is quite limited, of course, but I’m inclined to believe these humans have limited knowledge about reproduction and sex in general.
The space station they’ve been living on is comprised only of females who were sent there in an effort to preserve their species.
Most of them were infants at the time. Your pet was four when the journey began.
The few adult females who accompanied them brought vials of semen with them, but the specimens were accidentally destroyed several years ago.
As far as we know, unless there are other space stations with male inhabitants of their kind, this is the end of their species. ”
I sniffle at Yamal’s pretty thorough understanding of my people. He’s right. I have nothing to add to that.
“So these older females didn’t bother to educate their youth about self-pleasure?” Lasim asks.
“None of the few I’ve examined yet, no. They seem surprised and ignorant of their capabilities.
The fact that they can be pleasured doesn’t directly tell us anything about their level of intelligence.
Many species of animals experience euphoric sex without any advanced ability to comprehend language. ”
I grit my teeth. They already know I can process language and speak.
“True…” Lasim agrees.
“I’ll examine her, and then, if you don’t mind me observing her for my own research and data, you can pleasure her while I watch. It will help me know what to expect as more human females are brought to Venkoria.”
“Sounds good.” Lasim removes his fingers from my swollen folds.
“Since she’s already on her stomach, I’ll start by taking her temperature and examining her bottom, then we’ll turn her over so I can continue.”
I clench my sore cheeks. Does he mean he’s going to take my temperature in my rectum? Surely not. I’m aware it’s an option that is sometimes used for infants, but not for grown adults.
My suspicion is confirmed when Yamal uses one hand to pry my butt cheeks open. A moment later, something cold, wet, and hard is pushed into my tight hole.
I whimper. I want to shout at them to stop, but I don’t dare. I’m afraid to infuriate Lasim further. He has already threatened to spank me again. I don’t think he would hesitate if I provoked him now.
Lasim clears his throat. “Do you know how elastic her rectum is? How far it can be stretched?”
“Most of her physical attributes are the same as Venkorians, only smaller. So you can expect her rectum to stretch wide enough to accommodate your cock, but she will need some preparation over time to avoid tearing or injury.”
The word I don’t know in that bone-chilling explanation is cock, but I’m concerned he’s referring to a man’s penis.
I’ve never seen one, of course, but I’m aware that on Earth, men inserted them into a woman’s vagina in order to impregnate her.
It’s not a topic we spent much time studying since we’ve always known it would not be put into practice by any of us.
Why would anyone put it in their anus? That sounds painful and unnecessary. Do these men impregnate their women through their bottoms?
And this brings me to another concern. Is Lasim planning to put his member into me? Will I get pregnant?
Yamal finally removes the thermometer. “Her temperature is normal for humans. They run a bit lower than we do, which is why she’s got goosebumps.
You’ll find that she’s cold all the time.
The temperature in your apartment will be too low for her comfort.
It won’t endanger her, but her teeth will be chattering, and she will have difficulty sleeping. ”
“I did notice Julan’s pet was shivering when I visited them.”
“If you’d prefer to allow her to be more comfortable, you have options.
One is to increase the temperature in your apartment.
You’d have to dress in far less clothing yourself to avoid overheating.
Another option is to provide her with a blanket when she’s in her kennel.
And a third option is to have clothes made for her. ”
The blood drains from my face, leaving me spinning. Kennel? And he wasn’t planning to let me have clothes?
“Thanks for the advice,” Lasim states.
Yamal is still holding my cheeks open. I feel a cold liquid on my rosette a moment before he touches my entrance.
“I’m going to examine her rectum now.” He’s not even talking to me.
He’s talking to Lasim as if I’m not worthy of knowing anything about my own exam.
Or perhaps he doesn’t think I’m capable of comprehending.
A third, more horrifying possibility is that these men simply don’t care about my feelings because I’m nothing but a pet.
Instinctively, I clench my bottom as the doctor pushes his finger into me. I’m furious again and mortified. A groan of protest escapes my lips.
Lasim grips the back of one of my thighs. “Relax your asshole, Little pet. The pressure will ease if you stop fighting against it.”
I can’t stop clenching. It’s so unnatural to me that I can’t help myself. I want him to stop touching me there.
Lasim swats my thigh. “Obey me, naughty pet.”
It’s impossible. I try, but I’m not capable of commanding my anal muscles to relax. How about if he gets up on this table and lets Yamal finger his rectum?
Finally, the doctor removes his finger. “Her rectum is tight. She might put up a fight, but you can train her to accept the intrusion if you so desire.”
I squeeze my eyes closed, hoping Lasim has no “desire” to stretch out my tight forbidden hole. It’s forbidden for a reason. No one should touch it.
“She’ll need vitamins to improve her health. You’ll insert the suppositories in her bottom every day. At a bare minimum, that will help her get used to the sensation. When you’re ready, there are plenty of plugs and dilators you can use to stretch her in addition to your fingers.”
I want to die. It would be helpful if I passed out. How about if they’re going to continue to mortify me, they give me another injection of whatever put me to sleep in the first place?
“Let’s roll her onto her back now,” Yamal instructs. He releases my wrist from his side of the table while Lasim does my other. They remove the cuffs from my ankles next. Finally, Lasim lifts me and turns me over.
I’m trembling from exposure, both from nudity and the chill in the air.
The men immediately reattach me to the cuffs, my arms strapped to my sides and my ankles wide.
I keep my eyes closed, not wanting to make eye contact with either of them.
Yamal’s hands immediately come to my chest. He palpates all around my breast tissue.
“One of the benefits of keeping her chilly is that her nipples will remain erect all of the time. Are you noticing the effects of the bonding injection she was given yet?”
“Yes.” There’s humor in Lasim’s voice. “I can scent her arousal, and the instinct to mate her is strong. I’m not unaffected by her tight little nipples.” He reaches out and pinches one of them, making me arch my chest and whimper. My eyes fly open from the shock.
Yamal continues talking as he, too, pinches and pulls on my nipples. “Since there’s no way to impregnate her, it’s also unlikely her mammary glands will ever produce milk. You should be able to suckle her teats or apply suction to them without any discharge. If that ever changes, let me know.”
Lasim nods.
I think I’ve floated away from my body. I’m spinning around above everyone, somewhere near the ceiling. Suck my nipples? Why? And more importantly, why does the idea suddenly appeal to me? I’m so out of my mind I can’t focus properly.
Yamal moves farther down my body. He adjusts something at the side of the table that allows him to slide my restrained ankle several inches closer to my torso.
Lasim does the same on his side, locking the mechanism in place when it reaches the same level.
“You may have to hold her knees open for me. It seems human females are oddly modest. They embarrass easily when examined.”
Lasim stands on one side of me and easily reaches across to press my opposite knee as wide as the one he’s holding at his hip.
I think I’m going to faint.
“Take a breath, Little pet. Yamal is going to remove your pubic hair and examine your pussy. Nothing will cause you pain.”
Pain? Does he honestly think that’s my concern?
If I didn’t like pain, I would have died while he was spanking me hard enough to jar my teeth.
It’s my mortification level that’s sky high, and he knows it because Yamal just told him humans get embarrassed when they are exposed.
Embarrassed is an understatement. I was raised to keep my private parts private.
On the space station, we didn’t expose our bodies to other people. I’ve been naked for such a long time now that I’m in a constant panic. And now the doctor is prodding around between my legs.
“Has anything ever been inside your cunt, Little pet?” Yamal asks. Finally, he’s speaking directly to me, even if his words are odd.
Now I’m certain cunt must refer to my vagina. “No, Sir,” I manage to mutter.
Lasim gives my knees a squeeze. “Good, Little pet. I like to hear you remembering your manners.”
My cheeks flush at his praise, mostly because it’s so misplaced. He’s proud of me for remembering to speak respectfully to the doctor. Not for doing so. As if my attention span is that of a small bug, and it’s stunning to him that I could possibly follow an instruction he gave over ten minutes ago.
I want to glare at him, but I don’t dare.
“I won’t penetrate her, but everything looks healthy,” Yamal comments as he rubs some sort of ointment all over my folds. “This needs to sit for a few minutes. It will dissolve her hair. You won’t have to do it again. The hair removal is permanent.”
It won’t grow back? Could this stupid day get any worse? I’m going to lose my composure soon and start crying, which is the last thing I want to do. But I’m so exhausted, both emotionally and physically, that I can’t take much more.
I block out the conversation between Lasim and Yamal while they wait for my pubic hair to dissolve.
I don’t even want to know what they’re saying.
Maybe they’re commenting on the weather, or maybe they’re discussing the best way to stretch out my…
cunt. Why not? After all, they’ve already talked about how to do so with my rear hole.
Finally, Yamal wipes the ointment and my hair away. Already it feels strange. Extra naked.
“She’s slightly dehydrated, probably from going so long without fluids, but also, I was told she vomited and wet herself in the kennel. You’ll want to feed her as soon as you can.”
“I will.”
“In addition, I’m learning that humans, for the most part, can control their bladders and bowels.
They have receptacles on the space station where they eliminate their waste.
However, you might not want to give her free rein to decide when and where she pees.
On top of that, it’s possible this particular human pet doesn’t have as much control over her bladder as others.
If she complains of pain while peeing, call me and I’ll check to see if she has a bladder infection.
An infection may be the cause of her incontinence earlier. ”
I’m infuriated with his assessment. I’m not incontinent. I was forced to go heaven-only-knows-how-long without using a bathroom, and then giant aliens nearly scared me to death. Anyone would have peed themselves.