Chapter 5
FIVE
It seems Yamal is finally done when he steps away.
I’m too nervous and curious not to twist my head and watch him head to the cabinets lining one wall. He opens one, removes something, and returns, holding it out for Lasim.
“What’s this?” Lasim asks as he takes the odd item from the doctor.
As far as I can tell, it’s nothing but a black, vinyl-covered square.
It’s about four inches across and two inches thick.
On closer inspection, I realize it has an elastic band on one side.
Yamal helps Lasim slip his fingers under the elastic so that the square rests in his palm.
I think it’s padded, like a small pillow.
“It’s a powerful vibrator,” Yamal informs Lasim.
“It will activate with pressure from your palm. It’s helpful, no matter what your Little pet is capable of without it.
If she’s extremely sensitive, you can use it to punish her.
On the flip side, if she has trouble reaching orgasm, you can use it to help her.
Sometimes you might use it for edging or denial, or because you don’t have time for any other options. The possibilities are endless.”
Lasim slowly smiles.
I, on the other hand, have not one single clue what the doctor said. It’s like the translator was broken. I didn’t pick up on many of the words, no matter how hard I strained. Vibrator? Orgasm? Edging?
Lasim steps between my legs. They’re still awkwardly restrained so that my ankles are pushed close to my hips, though I’ve pulled my knees closer together since Lasim released me.
“Legs wider, Little pet,” he demands, moving closer to my…pussy. With the black object in one palm, he brings his other fingers to my core. He gently strokes my naked folds.
I whimper at the renewed contact, concerned by the look in his eyes. Devious, narrowed, ominous. What is he going to do with that thing?
I can’t bring myself to part my knees as far as he undoubtedly wants. Self-preservation. They are wide enough for him to lift his free hand and swat my pussy.
I yelp, lifting my head and back clear off the table as the air is knocked out of my lungs.
“Knees as wide as you can part them unless you want me to swat your naughty pussy again, Little pet,” he admonishes.
I jerk my legs as far as I can, my private parts pulsing from the sting.
Lasim sets a palm on my tummy. “That’s better. When I give you an order, I expect you to obey it. It’s obvious that you’re at least intelligent enough to be disobedient and argumentative. I won’t tolerate either. The sooner you learn to follow my rules, the happier your life will be.”
My lips tremble. “Yes, Daddy,” I murmur. There’s something odd about our interaction. He’s holding my gaze, and I can’t seem to look away. In addition, tears are welling in the corners of my eyes, not from the pain but from disappointing him.
I like it better when he smiles and praises me.
Something inside me craves his positive attention.
Is it from the shot they gave me? Yamal said it caused me to feel connected to Lasim.
I think he’s right. I’m furious to find out I was forced into this predicament, but I can tell it’s a powerful draw.
Lasim slides his hand from my stomach to my breasts. He cups one of them and thumbs my nipple. Tingles race down my body. This happens every time he strokes me there.
“That’s a good Little pet,” he says gently. “You’ll learn. I know you will. I can tell you’re strong-willed, but I suspect you aren’t usually so blatantly defiant. I bet there was order on your space station. Am I right, Little pet?”
I nod, my mouth dry. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Do they have rules everyone must abide by?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Were you frequently punished for misbehaving?”
“No, Daddy.” I was never punished, nor did I ever disobey.
He’s right. I am strong-willed, but it stems from necessity.
I was one of the older children brought on board the space station, so I was forced at the age of four to help raise the babies.
I’m a leader, not a follower. And Lasim is demanding that I submit.
He holds my gaze while plucking my nipple over and over before switching to treat the other to the same sort of torment. It’s maddening because I have all these feelings inside me, and I don’t understand any of them. I can’t process the growing need.
It’s not the first time he’s made me feel this way, and I doubt it will be the last. What’s going to happen to me?
His voice is husky when he speaks. “I chose you from a database, Little pet. Did you know the guards on your space station have entered the details of every single female into a program that allows Venkorians to make a selection?”
I shake my head because I had no idea. Is that why the guards took me from the potato patch? Because Lasim had already selected me? Something about that makes me feel special. He chose me.
Granted, he bought me. He selected me like one would a pet, and that’s how he sees me. I’m not free. I’m his slave. His pet. Same difference. In my mind, I know I should be more infuriated, shouting and screaming, but the umph has leaked out of me, probably as a result of the shot I was given.
“Of all the humans on your ship, I selected you, Little pet. Something about your pictures and description called to me. I felt drawn to select you even though I hadn’t met you.
Now you’re mine, and I will be strict to help you learn your place.
I know it’s going to be hard at first. You’re not used to being owned, but this is your life now.
You have no other options. You’re my Little pet.
You’ll be much happier if you make an effort to behave. ”
The tears that have been gathering finally slide down my temples. Am I really going to spend the rest of my life owned by this man? I’m worried about what all that entails. Scared out of my mind.
He gives my nipple a pinch and twists it, making me arch my chest and moan. The sharp pain shifts my attention from my new lot in life to my current plight. I suspect something is about to happen with that square, and I’m not at all sure I’m going to like it.
Lasim moves his hand between my legs. He turns his head to look at Yamal. “Is there someone who can come assist?”
Yamal gives a quick nod. “Of course.” He hurries toward the door, opens it, and leans out into the hallway. His voice is muffled, so I can’t hear what he says, but a moment later, one of the men in white is back.
Lasim looks me in the eyes as he says, “Please hold her knees open for me. It’s too difficult for her to obey that command at the moment, and I don’t want to have to punish her again right now.”
My breath hitches as Yamal and the other man each take a side and press my knees outward, exposing me to them all further.
Now I realize, if I could have obeyed the order to assume this position in the first place, I wouldn’t be lying here now with an extra witness to whatever Lasim intends to do to me. In a way, my disobedience has put me in this humiliating position.
Lasim lowers his gaze, letting it linger on my breasts for a long time. My nipples pucker further from the indirect attention. Finally, he bends his head lower to watch himself stroke my folds so lightly I barely feel it.
“Your pussy is so pretty, Little pet. Soft and smooth, now that the hair is gone. Glistening with your essence.”
I whimper, forcing myself to block out the two other giant alien men in the room, the ones watching me as Lasim seemingly hypnotizes me.
With one finger, he touches some part of me I wasn’t aware existed before today. He and the doctor both grazed the strange bundle of nerves a few times, but now Lasim is circling it.
“You didn’t know about this little pleasure button, did you, pet?”
I shake my head. “No, Daddy,” I whisper.
“There are several erogenous parts of your body, Little pet. Parts that will ignite a fire in you when I touch them.” He taps the swollen nub.
“This jewel is one of them. Obviously, your nipples are another hot zone. The inside of your bottom, too. In the near future, I will show you how good it feels to have your cunt penetrated. But we’ll save that for another time. ”
Panting, I struggle to listen to him once again. This happens to me every time he touches me so intimately. I moan loud enough to startle myself when he suddenly pinches the bundle of nerves between his thumb and pointer.
“Beautiful.” Lasim is smiling. “I’m going to press this vibrator against your cunt now, Little pet. It’s going to send you out of the stratosphere, so you’ll know what it means to experience deep pleasure.”
Trembling violently with anticipation, I start panting. “Daddy…”
Lasim lifts his other hand, brings the black square over my pussy, and presses down.
I scream, my voice echoing in the room as an intense wave of unimaginable pleasure consumes me. I try to lift my head and chest, buckling forward, but Yamal and the other man grip my shoulders and press me against the exam table.
My body pulses over and over as I violently shake from the shock of the device Lasim is still holding against my pussy. My vision blurs, and my eyes roll back in my head as the room starts to spin. The pleasure is euphoric, but at the same time, it’s too intense.
Right when I think I might lose consciousness, Lasim removes the thing from my core. He must have set it down because his hands are both on my inner thighs now.
I can’t catch my breath. I’m gasping as though I were being choked and not getting enough oxygen.
Lasim bends his head and kisses my throbbing folds before licking between my labia. The touch is too much. I’m suddenly too sensitive. “Please, Daddy… Stop.” My voice is gurgly. Can he even understand me?
After one final reverent kiss to my pussy, he lifts his head. “Deep breaths, Little pet,” he encourages.
I inhale as much air as I can, looking around the room when I release it. The two other men are gone. I have no idea when they left.
Lasim lifts my hips and slides something under my bottom.
I whimper, still struggling to focus. My body won’t stop shaking, and my pussy is still throbbing.
A whine escapes my lips when Lasim touches my tender folds again.
“Be a good Little pet. I need to apply this cream to protect your skin so you don’t get an infection.”
Why would I get an infection?
The next thing I know, he’s pulling something between my legs, and when I lift my head, I gasp. “Daddy…”
“Shhh. You need to wear a diaper for the time being.”
I shake my head as panic consumes me. A million things have happened to me in the past few hours. I’m wrung out. Exhausted. I suspect my blood sugar is low. I can’t handle this new addition. “No, Daddy.” I buck my hips to no avail.
“Yes, Little pet. It’s not up for discussion. You’ll do as you’re told.” His voice is firm.
The tears keep falling, sobs follow as my emotions fly all over the place.
Lasim releases my ankles and wrists, scoops me off the table, and cradles me in his arms. At least he wraps a soft blanket around me. Under it, I’m naked except for the diaper.
Lasim bounces me in his arms as if I were an infant. He paces around the room, trying to soothe me with soft whispers I can’t fully hear over my uncontrollable crying.
I’m startled when something touches my lips, and my eyes bug out when I see that he’s holding a bottle to my mouth.
“Open, Little pet. You need to feed.”
It takes every ounce of my waning energy to twist my head to the side to avoid the nipple.
“Naughty pet,” he admonishes. “You’re dehydrated and in need of nourishment. If you don’t accept the nipple and start suckling in the next two seconds, I’ll have Yamal put a tube down your nose to pour the formula into your tummy.”
My eyes widen. Would he do that? This man doesn’t make idle threats. With no other choice, I part my lips, but I growl at the same time, letting him know I’m not happy with the way he’s so totally bossing me around.
Lasim jiggles the bottle, causing a drop of the contents to fall onto my tongue. The flavor catches my attention and reminds me how starving I am. I take a tentative suck.
My next moan is from satisfaction. Either I’m so hungry I could eat mud, or this formula is delicious. I’m inclined to think it’s a combination. I don’t know this flavor. It’s not something I’ve had before. It’s thick and slightly sweet.
“That’s my good Little pet. Try not to drink too fast. I don’t want you to choke or get an upset tummy.”
I can’t slow down, though. Now that I’ve started, I’m famished. All I can do is block out my plight and let this beverage fill me, fully aware that I’m making a contented noise. For the first time since I met Lasim, I feel like I really am a pet. It’s frustrating. Am I going to lose my humanity?