Chapter 3
THREE
“Please,” I beg as he runs a wet cloth through my folds, cleaning every inch of me. He has taken out the gag, not wanting me to choke on anything or not be able to breathe properly from panicking.
Tears blur my vision as humiliation washes over me. I never asked to be cleaned like this. I didn’t to be cleaned like this by this man. This alien.
“Shh, you’re okay, Little companion,” he gently says. “Daddy is taking care of you.”
“But I don’t want to!” I wail, yanking against the cuffs once more.
My wrists are sore, begging and screaming at me to stop, but I don’t. I need to get out. I have to get out of these and away from him.
“You’re going to make your arms sore,” Daddy tells me. “Stop pulls on the cuffs or there will be consequences.”
“Like what?” I fire back.
“Like getting your bottom spanked. Or being put in your kennel until I say you can come out,” he explains.
“K-kennel?” I whimper.
He really thinks I’m a pet.
“Yes, that is where you will sleep,” he tells me as he cleans up my inner thighs.
I stare at him in shock, not knowing what to say. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of humans sleeping in kennels, so where did he get that from?
“All done,” Daddy me says as he throws away the last bit of cloth.
He places his hand on either side of my legs, dipping down so he is eye level with my pussy.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I stutter.
“I’m going to taste what belongs to me.” His voice is deep, husky.
Before I can say anything, his tongue runs through my folds before latching onto my clit, sucking lightly. My back arches as tension courses through my body. Moaning, I close my eyes as he swirls his tongue, my heart rate picking up with each passing second.
“Pl-please,” I beg, not knowing if I want him to stop or continue.
He chuckles and moves his mouth so his tongue teases my entrance. Digging my heels into the table, my hips lift as he slides his tongue inside me. Moaning loudly, my eyes roll to the back of my head as pleasure takes over, the pressure increasing with each thrust of his tongue.
“Pl-please,” I breathlessly whisper, wanting him to carry on whatever he’s doing.
His lips move against my skin, almost in a smirk, but his tongue doesn’t stop. I claw at the table, trying to grip onto something, anything, as the pressure continues to grow inside of me. Pushing his tongue in deeper, he stops moving, and I open my eyes, trying to get a look at him.
“Why did yo—” but my words falter his tongue starts to swell and vibrates.
No. That’s not possible. His tongue can’t vibrate. But as the seconds go by the pleasure pulsing through my body increases, and I moan and arch my back, letting it take over me.
My chest arches even more as he pushes farther into me, his tongue swelling even more than before.
“Da—” I whimper as his tongue starts to stretch me in an uncomfortable way, creating more pain than pleasure.
He eases back, but his tongue continues to vibrate, making my whole body pulse right there with him. I fist my hands as he gently pumps his tongue in and out of my entrance, stretching me just a little more with each movement.
Sucking in a breath, I move my hips, trying to get him to go deeper. He chuckles, his tongue vibrating more as he continues to thrust inside of me. The pleasure continues to build before I know it, I find myself screaming as I come undone on his tongue.
He slows his pace, and his tongue stops vibrating as my whole body goes limp on the table, feeling completely satisfied.
“Good Little companion.” His voice is husky as he pulls away.
I look at him through my half-lidded eyes, letting out a contented breath. My whole body feels like Jello, utterly limp and feeling amazing. I have played with myself before when I was in the bathroom stall by myself, but I had never made myself come like this before.
Never.
Raydn moves, leaving my sight for several minutes before coming next to me and running his hand through my hair.
“Daddy is going to clean you up and then we’re going to go home,” he gently explains.
I continue to look at him as he opens the package of wipes again and gently cleans me once more. This time, I don’t complain because I don’t have the energy to.
“Daddy is going to put a diaper on you, then we are going to go home. I’m going to show you around and show you the kennel you’ll be staying in, Little companion.” He throws away the wipes.
He bends down and grabs something before lifting my hips and placing soft material under me. What is he doing?
My eyes go wide as I remember him saying he was going to put a diaper on me.
“Wait,” I mumble.
But Raydn doesn’t pay any mind to what I’m saying. He snuggly wraps it around my lower half, making sure the diaper won’t come off before gently starting to unclasp my ankles.
“I don’t want to wear this.” Tears form in my eyes.
I haven’t worn a diaper in years, and now he wants to put me in one? How humiliating.
He lightly smacks my inner thigh, causing me to whimper. “You are going to wear this because I put it on you. Until we get home. You don’t have to wear one at home, but will have a designated pee area.”
“Designated pee area?!” I wail, everything becoming to be too much for me to handle.
What does he mean by designated pee area? Like I am a dog?
“Yes. There will be pads on the ground in the kennel and other places in the house where you will be able to squat and go to the bathroom,” he replies, working on the cuffs around my wrists.
“You can either accept your new reality or fight me on every turn and find yourself with a hot bottom and in corner time. You decide, but eventually you are going to learn that I’m doing what is best for your health as my pet. ”
Anger boils inside of me as he pulls me up and holds me close to him, my bare chest pressing against his black shirt. I push against his chest, trying to get away, but he pulls my head into his neck, and I take a deep breath, taking in his delicious scent.
Orange and peppermint.
“Daddy is going to take you home now.” He wraps a blanket around me before he starts walking.
I didn’t realize how cold I was until I was against his warm body with a blanket wrapped around me. Why is it so cold here?
“Clothes?” I ask.
I don’t particularly want my dress back on. Not since it is soiled, but I want some type of clothes on me before we go outside.
“I don’t have clothes for you right now, and I don’t know if I want to give you clothes,” he murmurs in my ear. “I might keep you completely exposed so I can always look at you. So I can stick my sweet tongue in your pussy, getting a taste of the divine liquid you give me.”
My body freezes against his. No. He can’t actually be serious, but when he starts walking again, I know he is. I bring my hand up to my neck and tug at the collar, wanting to see if it will magically come off.
“No touching the collar.” He swats my hand away from my neck. “You are not allowed to touch the collar. It will not come off, ever.”
“Ever?” I whisper as I grip his shirt.
Everything in me wants to get closer to him, bury myself in his skin, and never leave, but I know it’s not a rational thought. I shouldn’t want to do that. Not when I barely know him and he wants to keep me as a pet when I’m clearly not one.
“It will never come off. You are mine. I paid for you. You aren’t going anywhere,” he declares, his hand pressed against my back.
I push back, trying to get a look at where we are going, but Daddy places his hand on the back of my head and guides it to his neck, where I nestle in.
“It is going to be very bright for you. I don’t want you to hurt yourself. You are to keep your face in my neck until I tell you to move,” he explains.
I keep my eyes closed, and I can feel the sun against my skin, warming me a little more. I try to move my head slightly to get a little peek, but Daddy has a firm hand on the back of my head.
“No looking,” he growls. “Be a good Little companion and do what Daddy tells you.”
Without thinking, I stick my tongue out and lick his neck in retaliation for him calling me his Little companion again. When is he going to understand that I’m not a pet?
Daddy stops walking. “Did you just lick me?”
I don’t say anything, not wanting to tell him that I don’t regret it. Before I can do anything, Daddy lands several swats on my bottom, making me cry out in shock and from the pain spreading across my cheeks.
“Noooo,” I wail.
“Do not lick me again, Little companion,” he says before he starts walking again. “Unless you want me to lick you back.”
A shiver runs through me as I remember his tongue sliding through my folds, pushing in and out of me as it vibrated and expanded. I want him to do it again. at the same time, I shouldn’t want him to touch me in any way, but I can’t fight this attraction toward him.
He hums. “I think you like that idea.” His voice is husky.
Another shiver runs through me, and everything inside of me wants him to ask to do just that. I want him to lick me back. I want him to stick his tongue back in my pussy and give me pleasure like I’ve never felt before.
But I keep my mouth shut.
I hold onto his shirt tighter as I hear people start to talk around us. Are they looking at us? Are they specifically staring at me and my naked form that is only covered by the blanket?
“Shh, you’re okay,” Daddy murmurs in my ear. “Daddy has you. I’m not going anywhere. We are just going on the Telerail, and then you can open your eyes.”
Telerail? “I’ll explain when you can look,” he gently says as he holds me closer.
I push my head back a little and crack my right eye open, hissing as the bright light assaults my eyes. Quickly, I bury my head in his neck, still able to see the light spot behind my eyelids.
“Daddy told you not to look,” he lightly scolds me. “I would punish you for disobeying me, but I think almost burning your eyes is enough punishment for right now.”
He is right. My head is hurting even more than it was before,. Tears form in my eyes, and I cling onto his shirt even more.
“Soon, the pain will go away. Eventually, you will be able to look outside, but right now it is far too bright for you. We will slowly get you accustomed to the brightness of our sun,” Daddy informs me.
“Cold,” I mumble, nestling myself even more into him… If that was possible.
“It seems our world is colder than yours, but you have no need to worry. Daddy will keep you warm until we get home. I will make sure the house is warmer for you to be comfortable.” He rubs my back, spreading warmth all over my body.
“Doors are about to close,” a deep male voice chimes in.
“Thank you,” Daddy replies.
He picks up his pace, holding me against him so I don’t move as much. Not that I can with how tightly I’m gripping onto his shirt.
“You may look a little,” he whispers in my ear.
Do I really want to look when I just got my right eye burned a few minutes ago?
“It is far dimmer in the Telerail,” Daddy says. “You don’t have to worry about it hurting your eyes, but if you want, you can just take a little peek.”
Pulling my head back, I carefully open my eyes, the blinding sun not hurting me this time.
But what I wasn’t expecting was to see another male just like Daddy staring right back at him.
He lifts his hand, but before I can see what he is going to do, I push my head into Dady’s neck and hold on for dear life.