Chapter 8
EIGHT
“Come on, Little companion. It’s time to wake up.” Daddy’s soft voice fills my ears. “We’ve got a couple of things to do.”
I crack my eyes open and see I’m still in the kennel with the blanket on top of me. But the door is open, and Daddy is right there, a smile on his face.
He holds his hand out, and I stare at it. Does he want me to take it and try to crawl out of here? That is one way for me to get hurt and it be his fault.
“Come on. Let’s get out of there and get you fed,” Daddy says.
I shake the blanket off me and ignore his hand as I attempt to crawl out of the kennel. My body feels heavier than last time, almost like something is weighing down on me, and I can’t move as easily. Like my limbs are lead.
“Let’s go over to your bowl you’ll be eating from.” He stands to his full height after he clips the leash on my collar.
I’m a lot slower than I was before I fell asleep. How am I going to crawl like this everywhere he wants us to go? Especially when I’m naked and everyone can see everything.
A shudder runs through me at the thought. I don’t want people to look at my naked form.
“Drink.” Daddy stops in front of a dog bowl.
I stare at it with my mouth open. The same liquid he gave me before I fell asleep is in a dog bowl for me to drink out of. Does he expect me to drink it like I’m a dog?
“I’m not a pet,” I inform him as I sit on my bottom in front of it.
“You will drink from this bowl like the good little pet you are.” Daddy doesn’t budge on it.
“I’m not a dog,” I glare at him.
“Dog?”
“Animal. I’m not an animal. I am a human being who can drink with her hands. I am capable of taking care of myself. I’ve survived for twenty years on the space station without anyone taking care of me,” I tell him.
It’s partially a lie since when I first got to the space station I was just a baby and the headmistresses took care of us. But once we learned to take care of ourselves, we haven’t gone back. Does Headmistress Helena know what they are doing to us?
“I paid for you. You are mine. You will do what I say. You are going to drink from this bowl like the good Little companion you are.” Daddy squats next to me and gives me a pointed look.
I glare at him instead of drinking like he wants me to.
“I’m not a pet,” I say through clenched teeth. “I will not drink from the bowl like a dog.”
Before I know what’s happening, Daddy holds the back of my neck as he lands several swats to my bottom. Tears pool in my eyes as he continues to spank me, not letting up with how hard he’s going.
“Please,” I beg him. “Stop.”
But he continues. I crumble to the floor, and he stops spanking me.
“You will drink from the bowl because I told you to. You are my property,” Daddy tells me once again. “Be a good girl and drink.”
I push my body upright and lean down, my bottom up in the air as I take a couple sips of the liquid. It’s awkward drinking from this angle, but I continue to, not wanting to get another punishment.
“Hmm, I think someone liked that spanking,” Daddy mumbles as his hand lands on my bottom.
I clench my thighs together and close my eyes as I take a deep breath. I don’t know why I keep getting turned on with every touch he gives me. The spanking shouldn’t have turned me on, and yet I can feel how wet I am.
Something is wrong with me.
He slides his fingers through my folds, making me jolt.
“Daddy didn’t say you could move.” He places his hands back on my bottom.
I clench my teeth as I take another deep breath in. I want to push into him so he’s touching me more, but at the same time I want to run away so he can’t touch me anymore. There was a reason Headmistress Helena didn’t talk about us touching ourselves or other people touching us, right?
“I want you to continue to drink the liquid while Daddy gets a look at how turned on you are.” His voice is husky
I dip my head down to the bowl and slowly start to lap it up while Daddy continues to run his fingers in and out of my folds. I suck in a breath as he inserts one of his fingers into my hole.
“Pl-please,” I murmur against the milk.
I need more.
“Be a good girl and drink your milk. Maybe after I’ll let you come,” Daddy replies.
I stare at the milk, more like glaring since I want to glare at Daddy, but I know if I do, it’s not going to end well for me. I dip my head as Daddy keeps his finger inside of me, and I finish off the rest of the liquid in the bowl.
I’m going to need to talk to Daddy about how I’m drinking and eating. There is no way I am going to act like a dog. This is humiliating to be compared to a dog and treated like one.
“Such a good girl drinking everything,” Daddy praises me as I finish off the last bit. “Stay still while Daddy plays.”
I dig my hands into the ground as he slides his finger in and out, sending electricity throughout my body. Moaning, I push my bottom back, allowing his finger to sink further into me.
“Naughty girl.” Daddy chuckles but doesn’t do anything.
He slowly inserts a second finger, stretching me with each inch he pushes in.
“Oooohhh,” I moan and close my eyes, trying my hardest not to push into his hand.
It’s taking everything in me not to move when he slowly starts moving his fingers in and out of me. Does he know how torturous this is? I want him to go faster, make my body ignite for him and only him.
Without warning, he picks up the pace while his other hand on my lower back keeps me still. I bite my lip, letting out moans as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out.
“Come for Daddy,” he commands.
I don’t know what Daddy did with his fingers, but it sent me over the edge, screaming out as I came all over his fingers. My body drops to the ground, my face lying next to the empty bowl as I let the euphoria flow through me.
“Such a good girl.” Daddy picks me up and holds me close to his chest.
He runs his hands up and down my back for several seconds, allowing me to come back to him before placing me on the ground. My stomach is full, and my body is buzzing from the orgasm he gave me. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.
“What happened to your females?” I softly ask as I sit on my bottom and look up at him.
I never heard Yamal mention their females and how we compare to them. Did they never have females to begin with?
“We have females. They live on their own in houses,” Daddy explains as he sits in front of me.
He towers over me just sitting, and I have to crane my neck up to look at him.
“But you aren’t with them?” I ask and look around the room.
I don’t know much about houses and what they are supposed to look like, but I would expect there would be pictures on the walls and maybe more color. But Daddy doesn’t seem to have that in this room.
“Us males aren’t with them. They can procreate by themselves, so they don’t need us.
Years and years ago, we would go have emotionless sex to get off, but a lot of us haven’t done that in a while and take care of it ourselves.
” Daddy grabs my hand and gives it a little squeeze.
“You don’t need to worry about any female walking in here.
No one will. You are mine and no one else’s. ”
I wasn’t worried about a female coming in, but now I kind of am.
What if a female does have some type of emotions for Daddy and doesn’t like that I’m here.
Will she hurt me? I should be thankful if she helps me get out of here, but I suspect if anyone has feelings for Daddy, they won’t allow me to leave but hurt me instead.
Daddy cups my face. “Take a deep breath for Daddy. Nothing bad is going to happen to you. I won’t allow it.”
I wiggle around on the ground as I start to feel my bladder fill. Where am I going to go to the bathroom this time?
“Bathroom?” I ask, batting my eyelashes several times in hopes that he will allow me to use it and not a diaper.
He cocks his head to the side and looks at me. Dread fills my stomach as we gaze at each other. I know his answer already.
“Let’s put a diaper on you,” he replies and stands up, grabbing the leash.
He tugs on it slightly, and I lethargically get on all fours. With all the pleasure and adrenaline running through my body earlier, I didn’t notice how heavy my body was feeling, but now that it is wearing off, I don’t want to crawl anywhere, especially when I have to go to the bathroom.
“Little companion.” Daddy’s voice has a warning to it. “Come on. I don’t want you to go to pee on the ground, and you aren’t using the bathroom. We are going to go put a diaper on you. I’ll let you go to the bathroom before I clean you up and get you into another one.”
And that’s what I don’t want. I don’t want to pee in a diaper. I want to sit on a toilet and have privacy to do what I need to do.
“Do you want your bottom spanked again?” He raises an eyebrow.
My bottom clenches and stings as I remember him spanking me earlier. I don’t want to get spanked again, so I slowly move behind him, feeling my limbs drag against the ground as I don’t pick them up all the way.
I’m definitely going to have bruises.
“Are you okay?” Daddy asks.
No, I’m not. My limbs feel like they weigh a thousand pounds, and my bladder is screaming at me.
“Little companion.” He stops walking and bends down so we are at eye level.
“My limbs are heavy,” I whine.
Maybe he can do something to help my limbs feel better. Or maybe me drinking whatever he gave me is making me this way.
“You will feel like that for a little while longer. The gravity on Venkoria is different than the space station you were on,” Daddy explains. “It will get better over time.”
But he doesn’t sound so sure. Luna and I are the first female humans on this planet. They don’t know anything about us or how we will survive on their planet.
“Let’s go get a diaper on you.” Daddy stands and tugs on my leash.
It feels like forever before we are in another room.
Daddy picks me up and places me on a table before strapping me down again.
Butterflies flutter in my stomach as his fingers skim over my skin lightly.
I feel some type of way with the straps restraining my wrists and stomach.
I’m turned on, I feel safe, and these emotions are confusing me.
Why am I feeling like this?
“All set.” Daddy pats my stomach. “Now you can go to the bathroom.”