Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Kafran
“What did the doctor mean about putting me in stasis?” Mercy asks as soon as the three of us are alone.
I’m holding her, and I settle into the rocking chair where I intend to feed her another bottle. “You’ll sleep during the entire trip, Little one. We’ll put you to sleep before we board the transport vessel, and when you wake up, we’ll be home.”
“How long will it take us to get to Eleadia?”
“Six months,” I tell her.
She gasps. “That’s a long time.”
Skarg nods. “Yes. It will seem like nothing to you, Little one. It will seem like a hundred years to us while we pace and watch you sleep.”
“Why do I have to sleep and you don’t?”
“Our bodies are able to withstand the trip better. Humans are not as sturdy,” I say, tapping her nose. “In addition, we need you to know a few things so you won’t be blindsided when we arrive.”
Mercy glances back and forth between me and Skarg—who has pulled a chair over to sit close to us.
Skarg continues, “You will be very weak when we arrive. Stasis takes a toll on the human body. It takes about two weeks for most Little girls to regain their strength. For the first few days, you won’t even be able to speak.”
She scrunches up her nose. “That’s weird.”
I stroke her back. “We will take care of every one of your needs, Little one, and we will help you get stronger with exercises every day. You’ll be back on your feet in no time. But we want you to be aware of what to expect so you won’t be scared.”
“Okay.” She glances down at her chest. “Are you really going to leave me naked all the time?”
“Yes, Baby girl,” Skarg answers. “Except for being diapered, you won’t wear any other clothes.
You won’t need them. The weather is perfect year round.
You’ll never be hot or cold. When you’re strong enough, we’ll take you to the neighborhood park so you can meet other Little girls.
You’ll quickly realize that what Dankin told you is true.
No mate on Eleadia is going to judge you for any characteristic. Size, color, ethnicity… Nothing.”
“Forgive me, but I find that hard to believe.”
I smile at our precious girl. “That’s okay. You’ll learn. Now let’s get a bottle in you.”
“And then you’re going to put that stupid pill in my bottom, aren’t you?”
I laugh. “Yes, naughty girl, and watch your tone. Sassy girls end up with sore bottoms.”
She clenches her butt cheeks against my thigh. “But I don’t want medicine in my bottom, Papi,” she whines.
I love that she’s not going to simply obey without question.
It will keep life interesting in addition to giving the two of us a reason to discipline her.
“Lots of medicines will go in your bottom, Little one. But that’s not the only thing.
We will train you to expect our fingers and any other thing we might use to stretch out your bottom and help you become more aware of the nerve endings inside.
You’ll learn to not only accept but enjoy the sensation. ”
She rolls her pretty brown eyes. “I doubt it.”
I lift a brow. “Would you like to experience your first spanking now, Little one?”
She winces and turns her face to bury it in my neck.
I roll her closer to me and set my palm on the back of her thigh, gripping her against my chest in a way that lifts her bottom up.
Rocking her gently, I whisper in her ear, “The first spanking is always a bit scary. You don’t know what to expect, but I think you’ll feel better after you’ve experienced it. Then it will stop being a mystery.”
She whimpers and squirms futilely, her breasts pressed firmly against my chest. Shaking her head, she whines. “No, Papi. I don’t need you to spank me.”
I kiss the top of her head. “I think you do, Little one.” Making eye contact with Skarg, I find him nodding.
Skarg reaches for the fasteners at the sides of her diaper and quickly releases the absorbent material from her. As soon as her bottom is exposed, she wiggles harder.
I grip her thigh firmly and lift it up higher, pinning her while also spreading her legs.
“Papi…”
I love her whine. It’s adorable. “Skarg is going to spank you, Little one. Then you’ll know.”
She tries to tug her arms free, but they’re bent at the elbows and trapped alongside her soft breasts.
Skarg smooths his hand over her bottom before giving her a quick swat.
Mercy yelps. The small slap against her skin wasn’t hard enough to sting, but it was her first experience, and the shock makes her flinch.
Next, Skarg peppers her white cheeks with a dozen more swats that still can’t possibly hurt.
She settles down after realizing no one is seriously injuring her.
I maintain a grip on the back of her thigh but let my fingers stroke her sensitive skin close to her pussy. “Such a good girl. Skarg is going to spank you harder now, Little one.”
Her skin is pink, but it will be red by the time Skarg is done. I know this from the looks we exchange. That’s all it takes. A glance between us that includes slight nods and smirks.
Skarg resumes spanking our girl until the scent of her arousal is so potent in the room I wonder if she might come with no direct contact to her pussy.
She’s panting as he palms her bottom to rub the heated skin. “Papi…”
I have no idea which one of us she’s talking to. Could be both. Probably doesn’t really matter. She’s just mumbling.
I kiss her temple. “That felt good, didn’t it, Little one?”
She whimpers but doesn’t answer me.
Skarg grins at her back. “No reason to be embarrassed. Lots of Little girls enjoy having their naughty bottoms spanked. You’ve had the most stressful day of your life.
A spanking can chase away some of the anxiety that builds inside you.
Sometimes you might misbehave just to earn a spanking.
Other times, you might simply ask one of us to spank you when you feel like you need the release. ”
“Tingles…” she murmurs.
I chuckle. “I bet your pussy does, too.”
Skarg holds up the clear package that contains the suppository. When I nod agreement, he rises to cross the room, returning with a tube of lubricant.
I grip her tighter. “Skarg is going to put the medicine in your bottom now, Little one.” Now is as good a time as any to insert the suppository. We don’t need to wait until after she eats.
She tries to twist free of my grip, but she’ll never succeed. We’re both significantly bigger and stronger than her. Any attempt to escape us will always be futile.
Skarg squeezes some lube onto his finger before rubbing it into her rosette.
I hate that I can’t see her tight hole, but I know the moment he pushes the pill into her rectum because she stiffens and whines.
Skarg sets his free hand on her back. “Don’t fight it, Baby girl. I’m going to hold the capsule inside you for a few minutes. Then we’ll put a fresh diaper on you. The medicine will force you to empty your bowels so you’ll be all cleaned out before we start our trip.”
“Icky,” she complains.
I smile. “Emptying your bladder and bowels is just part of life, Little one. Cleaning you up afterward is a job we take seriously. We’ll always be involved in every aspect of your wellbeing, Mercy. It’s what we were born to do. Submitting to us is a role you were born to assume.”
When Skarg removes his finger, I rise and carry her to the changing table. After easing her onto her back, I secure her arms above her head, spread her legs, and diaper her.
She pouts the entire time, but she doesn’t argue.
Skarg cups one of her breasts and grazes her nipple with his thumb. “How did your spanking feel, Baby girl?”
She pushes out her bottom lip. “Unnecessary.”
I chuckle. “I think your body disagrees. We can smell your pheromones, Little one. You’re so horny you’re squirming.” I lift her into my arms and hand her to Skarg.
He carries her back to the rocking chair, snuggles her against his chest, and pops the bottle into her mouth.
Watching her feed is precious. When the formula is gone, Skarg taps her lips with a pacifier.
We haven’t introduced this aspect of her new life to her yet, so she balks again, jerking her head to the side and pursing her lips.
“Such a defiant Little girl,” Skarg teases. “Try it, Mercy. I promise the suckling will help you relax.”
“Pacifiers are for babies,” she mutters.
“Pacifiers can be for full-grown adults, too, Little one,” I tell her. “Just because females on Earth don’t use them doesn’t mean they aren’t useful. Let go of your preconceived notions about what it means to be pampered and let us take care of you, Mercy.”
Skarg reaches around her twisted head to tap her lips with the nipple. “Give it a try for Papi.”
She sighs as she parts her lips. At first, she simply holds it loosely in her mouth, but after a few minutes, when she starts to drift off, she begins to suckle.
I set my palm on her soft tummy, enjoying the rise and fall as she breathes deeply.
I’m going to miss her fiercely for the next six months.
We both are. She has embedded herself in our lives in such a few short hours.
I had heard the connection would be deeper than we could ever possibly imagine, but experiencing this bond is out of the universe.