Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Skarg
We knew this would happen. It’s a universal response.
Little girls from Earth are not prepared to submit to their mates.
They’ve never been doted on the way Eleadian men treat their females.
They haven’t worn diapers or taken bottles since they were very young.
The custom is jarring to them and always causes rebellion.
We’re prepared, and there are two of us. We can handle one small girl’s tantrums.
I hate that she has such a poor body image.
It’s distorted, and it angers me that others caused her to think she was less than perfect.
Neither Kafran nor I will ever care what size our Little girl is.
Besides the fact that Fate has wired us to find her to be the most attractive being alive, I know that even if I were an observer, I would find her to be stunning.
Her soft tummy makes me want to set my cheek against it. We’ll be able to grip her thighs and bottom without fear of breaking her. I can’t wait to see little blue bruises on her bottom from my fingertips.
Her skin is delicate and smooth. I want to rub my face against every inch of her, inhaling her scent as I do.
“Can I let go of your wrists now, Baby girl? Will you be a good girl for me? Or do you need me to keep them restrained for a while longer?”
She pouts, her bottom lip pushing out adorably. “I don’t want to wear a diaper,” she argues. When she wants to, she can really dig her heels in on an issue.
I bend forward and kiss her cheek. “Tell Papi when you’re ready to be a good girl.”
She squirms as I continue to hold her arms at her sides. She’s fighting a losing battle, but it’s expected. I’m not angry or even frustrated. In fact, I think she’s taken everything that’s happened to her so far quite well.
“Papi…” she whines.
I wait patiently, watching her struggle.
Kafran stands next to us. He sets a hand on her tummy and rubs her soft skin. When he starts to palpate her belly, she winces and bucks harder. Now I realize she needs to pee. His fingers are directly over her bladder, pressing against her just enough to exacerbate her need to urinate.
She shakes her head back and forth. “No no no no no…”
I say nothing. We won’t argue with her. This isn’t up for debate anyway. We can and will outwait her. Riand will understand. He’s used to delays. They happen often. He spends a lot of time on standby, waiting to transport people to the mothership.
“Papi,” she cries out, arching her chest.
We wait. We can wait all night if necessary. I can hold my Little girl’s hands down and stare at her pretty body forever. Kafran isn’t going to grow weary of palpating her bladder.
Eventually, she digs her heels into the mattress, lifts her bottom off the bed, and stiffens. A second later, she wets herself. A long sigh escapes her lips as she fills her diaper.
I lift her hands up to my lips and kiss her fingertips. “Such a good girl. See? That wasn’t hard, was it?”
She pouts and turns her head away from me. Adorable.
With one hand around her wrists, I raise her arms over her head and step to the side so Kafran can change her diaper. There are two of us and one of her. How do other Papis manage their Little girls without a second set of hands?
Mercy continues to pout, but she doesn’t struggle as Kafran removes her diaper, cleans her tender skin, and fastens a new absorbent wrap around her.
I lift her into my arms and wrap a blanket around her so she won’t get chilly on the roof of the building. As I carry her, she snuggles into me and wraps her small arms around my neck.
“I didn’t like that, Papi,” she whines.
I rub her back and kiss her temple. “I know, Baby girl, but you’ll get used to it. You don’t have any other choice.”
Mercy leans back, eyes wide as we step out onto the roof of Club Zoom. “We’re really going to leave this planet?”
“Yes, Little one,” Kafran assures her.
“And we’ll never come back?”
“Never, Baby girl,” I add as I step into the pod. I point toward the window next to us. “Would you like to sit up and look outside while we take off?”
She nods and leans toward the window. “There are two police cars at the entrance to the club,” she points out. She covers her mouth and turns to look at me before a giggle erupts. “He can’t get to me.”
I return her smile. “No. He can’t. Never. You’re ours. He doesn’t deserve you. That part of your life is over, Baby girl. As long as Kafran and I are living, you will never know a day of sadness or abuse again.”
She settles into me again.
Kafran hands me her bottle, and our precious girl doesn’t even balk when I tap her lips with the nipple.
A soft moan escapes her lips as she finds her rhythm and begins to suckle. Her eyes close, and she wraps her fingers around my pinky while I feed her. This is a moment I want to burn into my memory forever.
When I glance at Kafran, I see he’s just as humbled as me. After a few minutes, I adjust Mercy in my arms and pass her off to Kafran. We both deserve to savor this first feeding. It’s monumental.
A weight lifts from my shoulders. We’ve found our mate, and we’re leaving her planet.
She’s ours now. No one can stop us. I don’t care if her dick of a husband called the police.
He can stand down there and argue all night if he wants.
The law is on our side. Once a female enters the club and signs the waiver, she is agreeing to the possibility that she might be chosen and whisked off the planet.
The situation may have been unusual, but Mercy entered Club Zoom of her own freewill. She signed the paperwork. And now she’s ours. I glance out the window as we speed away from this deteriorating planet. I’m so relieved that I blow out a long breath.
The rest of our lives begin now.
As Mercy leans back in the crook of Kafran’s arm, I settle her legs over my lap. Keeping her covered in the soft blanket, I rub her shins. We won’t let her keep this blanket always, but it’s helping her remain calm as we head for the mothership.
By the time she finishes her bottle, we’re docking, and she pushes to sitting once again to look out the window of the pod. “Wow. I can’t believe we’re this far from Earth. I never thought in a million years I would ever leave my planet. Will we be able to see it from Eleadia?”
I shake my head. “No. We’ll be very, very far from here. You’ll never see it again, but transport vessels are constantly coming and leaving, so any new content from Earth arrives on Eleadia almost daily. It’s just a bit outdated when it arrives. Books, movies, music… That sort of thing.”
She smiles. “That’s kind of cool.”
I thank Riand as we exit the pod. Kafran carries Mercy in his arms. She clings to him in the same way she always clings to me when I’m holding her.
Part of her death grip stems from fear. She’s nervous.
I can scent it wafting off her. She has every right to feel unnerved.
She’s embarking on a new life. When she woke up this morning, she had no idea her day would end with her no longer on Earth.
As we head down the hallway that leads to the processing office, Kafran holds her upright against his hip. He lets her keep the blanket tucked around her. She looks around with wide eyes, not that there’s much to see. We’re in a sterile silver hallway. Boring.
Finally, we arrive at our destination, and I open the door so Kafran can pass by me. Jefared is waiting for us, and he rises to shake my hand. “Welcome to the mothership, Little one. I understand your name is Mercy. Do I have that right?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
Kafran strokes her cheek with his thumb. “Manners, Little one. You’ll speak respectfully to every man you encounter. Always address Eleadian men as Sir.”
Her cheeks turn pink, and she tucks her face against Kafran’s neck. “Yes, Sir,” she mumbles.
I rub her back as I take a seat at the same time as Kafran. “Good girl.”
Jefared smiles warmly at her. “I understand you don’t have an ID on you. Is that correct?”
Mercy sits on Kafran’s knees. “No, Sir. Is that a problem?” She stiffens and glances at me, panic in her wide eyes.
I grab her hand and hold it. “Relax, Baby girl. You’re never going back to Earth. Not for any reason.”
“We like to have ID whenever it’s possible, but it’s not mandatory.
The important thing is that we register exactly who left Earth.
As long as you’re telling us the truth about your identification, there won’t be an issue.
The governments on Earth would get testy if girls started disappearing without any record of them having been claimed by one of us.
When people go missing, the first thing the authorities do is check our registrar.
If the missing female isn’t on the list, then they know something else happened to her. ”
Mercy nods. “I’m telling the truth about who I am. I have no reason to lie. My existence wasn’t pleasant.”
Kafran pats her thigh. “In addition, her husband showed up at the club and created a scene, trying to get the manager to return her to him.”
Jefared’s brows lift. “Husband?”
I interject. “She married him a few hours ago, but it was against her will, and she jumped out of the limo after the ceremony and sought refuge inside Club Zoom.”
Jefared chuckles. “I bet he was pissed.”
Mercy winces. “I hope he’s publicly humiliated. He’s been nothing but cruel to me for years. I’m glad I escaped, and I’m even more relieved now that I know I’ll never see him again.”
“We’re grateful for your escape, too, Baby girl,” I tell her.
Jefared proceeds to ask several questions, recording her information into the system. Full name, birth date, allergies… “Do you have any medical issues we should be aware of, Little one?”
“No, Sir,” she mutters.
He finishes typing everything in before standing once more to turn and open the door behind him. “Go on into the exam room. Dankin is expecting you.”
“Who’s Dankin?” Mercy asks as Kafran passes through the entrance.
“The ship doctor we told you about. He’ll do a thorough exam to make sure you’re healthy enough for transport,” I tell her.
She stiffens again. “What if I’m not?”
I pat her arm. “Baby girl, there’s no escaping us,” I tease. “I promise. Nothing will ever separate you from us. Never. Not a lack of ID, nor a medical condition. If something isn’t perfectly healthy about you, Dankin will fix it.”
Kafran sets her on the end of the exam table, tugging the blanket away at the same time. He tosses it onto the chair behind him.
Mercy frowns and tries to smash herself against Kafran’s side. When the door opens across from where we entered, she squeals and ducks her body behind Kafran.
Dankin enters with a warm smile. He nods toward me and then Kafran before turning his attention to our girl. “Hi there, Mercy. Rumor has it you’ve had quite an interesting day.”
She presses her chest against Kafran’s arm, trying to hide. “I guess,” she murmurs.
“Manners…” Kafran reminds her.
She lowers her head. “Yes, Sir.”
Dankin comes to the end of the table as Kafran tries to move to one side and I take the other.
I stroke her hair back from her face. We haven’t done anything with it since her bath. It’s almost dry, but it’s tangled. I’m looking forward to learning to braid it or put it in pigtails. Kafran and I have both practiced how to care for our female’s hair, but only on mannequins.
“You need to sit tall so Dankin can examine you, Baby girl,” I tell her. “He sees naked Little girls all the time. I promise you have all the same body parts.”
“Mine are bigger,” she mutters.
Kafran grips her chin and tips her head back. “What did we say about talking negatively about yourself?”
Mercy sniffles. “Sorry, Papi.”
“You’re exactly perfect just the way you are. Do you understand me?”
She doesn’t respond.
I bend and kiss her lips. “We’ll tell you every day until you believe us, Baby girl.
Look at yourself between Kafran and me. Look how tiny you are.
You’re like a little doll. No part of you is anything but gorgeous.
It will take some time, but we’ll erase all the cruel things you’ve been told by reminding you how pretty you are. ”
“Okay, Papi,” she murmurs.
“Now, be a good girl and let go of Kafran’s arm. You need to let Dankin examine you.”
“Yes, Sir.” She releases her death grip on Kafran and faces Dankin. She’s trembling, but at least she’s obeying.
Dankin sits on a rolling chair in front of her.
“I know our customs are strange at first, but you’ll get used to them, Little one.
I promise. Eleadians take the health of their mates very seriously.
Your Papis will be diligent about bringing you to the clinic in your neighborhood regularly, far more often than you’re used to on Earth.
In addition, when we examine Little girls, our methods are a bit more invasive than you’re accustomed to. ”
She bites her bottom lip as she listens to him.
I point toward her feet. “She was barefoot when she entered the club. She’d been running down the street. We gave her a bath, washed away the dirt, and cleaned up the small cuts, but we’d appreciate it if you’d make sure we don’t need to put healing cream on the wounds.”
Dankin scoots his rolling stool back a few inches and lifts up Mercy’s feet. “Ouch. Do they hurt, Little one?”
Mercy shrugs. “I haven’t touched the floor since Skarg and Kafran found me. I forgot my feet were even injured.”
“Your Papis did a good job cleaning the little cuts. Nothing major. I’ll put some ointment on them, but you won’t even know it happened by the time you arrive on Eleadia.
” He’s very gentle as he spreads the healing cream on the bottoms of her feet.
“Now, let’s make sure the rest of you is healthy. Do we have any concerns?”