Chapter 6
SIX
I’ve never been so tired in my life. I don’t fully understand what’s wrong with me. I’m not even sure how long I’ve been on Venkoria. I think more than one day. Probably two or three. All I’ve done since sucking down the first bottle is guzzle more of them and sleep.
I’m aware of the fact that Lasim lowered me onto the table in the exam room, opened my diaper, and put a large pill into my bottom. It must have put me to sleep. I think Yamal was in the room again at that time. My memory is spotty and vague.
I recall listening to the two of them discuss me, but it seemed like I was far away or underwater. I couldn’t catch all the conversation.
They knew I was exhausted. Yamal talked about getting me on a schedule and putting the pills in my bottom every few hours. He spoke of keeping me sedated for a few days to help me acclimate.
The last thing they did before I fell asleep for good was pop another nipple in my mouth. Nothing came out of it when I sucked, but I couldn’t fully process what it was at the time.
I know now it’s a pacifier. I’ve been sucking it nearly constantly since then. I don’t like to release it, even though Lasim only pulls it out of my mouth when it’s time to give me a bottle.
He holds me a lot. I’m aware of him rocking me after he feeds me, but I can’t keep my eyes open.
He lays me on this bed when my diapers are full and carefully cleans me.
In between, he sets me in a strange enclosure that reminds me of a baby crib, but this crib doesn’t just have slats on the sides. It has bars across the top, too.
I’m not stupid. It’s a cage, not unlike the one I found myself in when I first arrived.
Lasim never puts clothes on me, but he does bundle me up in a soft blanket that keeps me warm. Otherwise, his home is cold. I know this because when I wiggle free of the covers, I get chilly and start whining involuntarily.
I’ve been reduced to an infant.
For the first time in days, I’m slightly more alert as he lowers me to his bed and removes my diaper.
Every time he takes it off, I’m reminded of that torturous vibrator he used on me.
That’s what they called it. A vibrator. And it makes sense, since that’s what it did.
It vibrated against my pussy, causing me to fly out of my body.
I remember the pleasure, and that it was too much. I hope he didn’t bring that evil thing home with us.
Lasim takes my pacifier away, holds my knees open, and stares into my eyes as I awaken fully and focus on him.
I lick my lips, already missing the constant suckling, but not willing to admit how addicted I am to the stupid babyish device.
“I’ve been giving you smaller doses of the sedative each time, Little pet. I’m going to stop those particular pills altogether now, but only if you behave.”
I sniffle, uncertain if I even want to come off the sleeping pills. It’s kind of blissful not being responsible for my plight.
“It’s time for you to learn your place and make a conscious decision to be an obedient Little pet.”
A whimper escapes my lips. I don’t want to be a pet. I don’t think I can give up my autonomy, like he’s suggesting. He has probably saved my life by purchasing me from that failing space station, but would I rather be dead than live the rest of my life as a caged pet? I’m not sure.
“If you can be a good pet and prove to me that you’re willing to abide by my rules, I’ll gradually grant you more freedom. If you’re naughty and argue with me, I’ll go back to keeping you sedated. We can go through this process over and over until you decide to stop fighting me.”
I don’t want to cry, but it’s hard to keep my emotions at bay. All I can do is hold my breath and will the tears not to fall.
He smiles, which seems incongruent with what he’s offering me. He’s blackmailing me into obeying. Emotional blackmail. I don’t like it. Rubbing my inner thighs, he says, “Do you think you can be a good Little pet?”
I bite my lip and stare at him before finally deciding to give in. For now. I don’t think I want him to put me to sleep again. “Yes, Daddy.”
He grins wider, then surprises me when he bends and kisses my pussy.
He hasn’t touched me intimately like that since we arrived at his home.
He groans as he lifts his head. “Your scent is intoxicating. The bond between us has been increasing with every passing hour. You’ve probably been unconscious too often to realize it.
I want to eat your cunt until you scream. ”
I shudder. Never in my life have I heard of men putting their mouths on women’s private parts. It’s such a foreign concept that the thought of it is enough to make me blush. But I also crave his lips and tongue down there, probably because he’s right. I’ve grown more and more addicted to him.
He cleans me up as usual, puts a fresh diaper on me, and then holds up something new. I think it’s something for me to wear, and that simple gesture has me feeling happier for the first time in days.
“The other pet owners said their Little pets enjoyed having these. Jammies? I think that’s what they called them.”
A giggle escapes. “Babies wear those.”
He shrugs. “Do you want to try them on or not?”
I nod. “Yes, Daddy.” I need to behave if it’s going to earn me clothes. I don’t want to spend my entire life naked so that everyone I encounter can see my breasts.
Lasim guides my feet into the jammies. He has to lift me a few inches to get the soft material under me, but eventually he manages to tuck both my arms in and zip up the front.
I’m irrationally pleased. It’s funny what reaction I can have from such a simple article of clothing, but it’s such an improvement over wearing nothing that I’ll take it.
Lasim lifts me gently into his arms, this time turning me so that I’m propped on his hip. “Can you hold your head up, Little pet?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I reach for the front of the collar I’ve been wearing nonstop since it was put on. “Can you take this off?” Now that I’m fully conscious, I’m aware of the level of humiliation I feel from its constant weight. It reminds me that I’m not free. I’m a pet. I don’t like it.
“The collar is permanent, Little pet. It will never come off. Do not ask me again. It will anger me.”
My breath hitches. “It can’t come off?”
“No. And that’s for your safety. It has a tracking device in it. If anything ever happened to you, I would be able to locate you.”
I stiffen. “What are you afraid might happen to me?”
He carries me from his bedroom and into a large room that serves as a kitchen and a living space. I haven’t spent much time looking around because I’ve been asleep most of the time, but I do so now.
The most important thing to catch my eye is the wall of windows on the kitchen side of the room.
Looking out, I know we’re up very high. I think the dwelling is called an apartment, or maybe a flat or loft.
I learned a variety of words for the kinds of homes people on Earth once had, but obviously, my educational material didn’t include dwellings on other planets.
I have no idea how far from Earth we are.
Lasim shifts me so I’m facing him as he sits in a giant armchair, adjusting me until I’m straddling him.
He sets his hands on my back, probably to support me in case I’m not quite strong enough to avoid toppling off his lap.
“Word is spreading around the planet, Little pet. People are curious and want a human pet of their own. I was very lucky to have known the man who purchased your friend Luna. I visited them soon after he acquired her and then rushed to get my name on the list, requesting a human pet. There won’t be enough of you to fulfill the amount of interest. People will be disgruntled, and I fear they could decide if they can’t buy a pet of their own, they’ll steal one. ”
I gasp.
He nods. “That’s the reality, Little pet. I will protect you with my life, but the only way I can keep you safe is to use every precaution available. The collar is extremely important, but I’ll introduce you to several other safety procedures today.”
There’s a lump in my throat because, even though I’m distressed about being purchased as a household pet, the idea of someone taking me away from the only man I know scares the bejesus out of me. At least I’m marginally familiar with my current fate. I don’t want to face another.
Lasim rubs my back. “Don’t worry, Little pet. I won’t let anything happen to you. I don’t tell you all of that to frighten you, but I need you to understand there are reasons behind every safety precaution I put into place.” He lifts a brow.
“Okay, Daddy.” I don’t like the idea of wearing a collar for the rest of my life. It’s incredibly unsettling. When I consider my plight, I don’t see a way out, which is equally frustrating.
I’m on a planet I’m not familiar with—an understatement since the only parts of it I’ve seen are the cage room where I woke up initially, the exam room where I suffered a tremendous amount of humiliation, and now this apartment. I have no idea what this planet looks like.
What I do know is that every inhabitant I’ve seen has been gigantic.
I couldn’t outrun or outmuscle anyone of this size.
And where would I go? It’s not like I could make my way back to the space station.
Doing so would mean eventual death anyway.
And it sounds like the two women who were the first to be purchased—Luna and Adryn—are living in a similar situation as I am.
Suddenly, I have an idea. Perhaps a way to reason with this man who has purchased me. “Do you have other types of pets on this planet, Daddy?”
“We do.”
“Do you have cats and dogs?” I’ve seen pictures and heard of that sort of pet on Earth.
He chuckles. “No, Little pet. I’ve read about your cats and dogs, but the pets we have on Venkoria are different.”
“Are they furry?”
“Some are, yes.” His brow furrows.
“Do they talk?”
He laughs. “I see where you’re going with this, naughty pet. You want to make a distinction between you and other types of pets to prove you’re too advanced a species to be kept in captivity. Your reasoning will not work, Little pet.”
I sigh. “Why not?”
“Because, no matter how intelligent you may prove to be, there is no place in our society for tiny female humans. You would never survive on your own. Your people will not be set free here. It’s not possible.
You’re weak and small and ignorant of our ways.
The only chance any of the other human females have at survival is for one of my kind to purchase them and keep them as pets. ”
“But you don’t understand,” I say, trying to keep my voice calm.
“You don’t want to push this subject any further, naughty pet.”
“Isla,” I retort. “My name is Isla. You can call me that instead of pet.”
He cocks his head to one side and narrows his gaze. Have I pushed him too far?
I have another thought. “Do your people name their pets or refer to them all collectively as pet?”
He smirks. “Such a sassy Little pet.”
“Well, do they?” I press.
“Yes, we name our pets, naughty pet. Would you like me to assign you a name?”
I shake my head. “I already have a name. I’d like you to call me Isla.”
“Mmm. We’ll see. Maybe if you’re really good.”
That’s not a no. I’ll take it.
“Enough arguing with me, pet. It’s time to go over some rules. If you can prove yourself as trainable, you’ll earn more privileges. If you dig your heels in and refuse to obey me, I’ll have to assume you’re not smart enough to learn, and I’ll be forced to put more restrictions on you.”
I grit my teeth. He’s so infuriating.
“I gave you your first rule the day we met. No speaking out of turn. Next rule. You will stay with me at all times, even inside the apartment. Today, you will start wearing a leash. It will help remind you to obey me.”
The blood drains from my head, and I reach up to touch the collar around my neck. This is the first time I’ve examined it. I can’t see it, and I’ve tried to ignore it, but now I notice there are rings around it. Rings that could be used to attach me to a leash.
He lifts a brow as if challenging me to argue with him.
I swallow hard and hold my tongue.
“I’ve heard that leash training has been a huge hurdle for Julan’s pet.
It’s important that you know your place.
There may come a day in the future when I give you more freedom, but it will not happen until I’m positive you have fully accepted your status.
You need to embrace the fact that you are my pet.
I purchased you for my amusement. I’m pleased to learn that we have a deep connection that means I will also make use of your body for both our pleasure, but that won’t change the hierarchy here. ”
My head is spinning. I feel like I’m a ball that’s being tossed back and forth.
On the one hand, I abhor the idea that I have no freedom or say in anything.
On the other hand, my pussy clenches at the mention of pleasure.
I’d give up just about anything to repeat what happened to me the other day.
That euphoric feeling that accompanied the explosion inside my body.
It was intense and fleeting. I want to do it again—preferably without the vibrating device.
Lasim supports my back with one hand while he leans to the side to reach for the drawer on the end table next to this chair. A moment later, he’s holding up a chain. A leash.
I purse my lips, fighting the urge to jump off his lap and run for the door. How far would I get? Probably not even to the floor.