Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Six months later…
Mercy
I feel completely out of body. Even though I went to sleep on the spaceship knowing I would wake up six months later on another planet, I’m still so stunned at the reality of my situation that I can’t fully process it.
Fredrick haunts my dreams. I never have to see him or his stupid mother again in my life. On top of that, according to my Papis I will outlive them all by centuries. That makes me feel rather smug. Why do they take up space in my head?
I’ve been here two weeks, and I still wake up in a panic most of the time.
In my dreams—which are more like nightmares—I live through scenarios where I’m still on Earth.
I’m married to that asshole. He’s always berating me, telling me I’m fat and ugly.
He’s so verbally abusive that I’m nothing but a shell of myself, curled up in a ball in my room where I do little but wait for him to come and fuck with me—literally and figuratively.
Luckily every time Fredrick finishes taunting me and drags me to the edge of the bed so he can fuck me from behind, I wake up. I’m never forced to endure the final stages of what would be spousal rape.
My Papis are concerned. They hate that I have these nightmares every night.
During the day, they put me down for naps in a crib in my nursery.
I’m still getting used to the fact that I have a nursery.
They weren’t kidding. They take care of me like I’m a newborn.
I don’t have any options. I take bottles, wear diapers, sleep in a crib, get strapped to a changing table, and suck on a pacifier.
When we go out, they tuck me into a stroller.
At night I sleep between my Papis in the giant bed in their bedroom.
I’ve learned that the house we’re living in was Skarg’s.
Kafran has moved into this home so we can all be together.
I feel so warm and comfortable and loved when they snuggle against me in their big bed, but it doesn’t keep me from having the nightmares.
The bad dreams are causing me to continue to feel like I have one foot on Earth. I’m still living inside a funnel cloud. I want out of it.
It’s the middle of the night. I woke up from my latest nightmare about fifteen minutes ago, and I’m still struggling to relax back into the mattress between my Papis.
They’re both so sweet. I’ve never seen either one get angry or frustrated.
They’ve told me that Eleadians are a peaceful people, but it’s so foreign to me that I keep expecting them to shout or cuss about something. It never happens.
“He can never get to you, Baby girl…” Skarg whispers near my ear. His hand is on my tummy.
“Skarg is right, Little one. You’ll never see him again.”
I reach up to pull the pacifier from my mouth. “He’s so mean.”
Kafran kisses my shoulder. “I know, Little one. I’m so sorry.
I wish we could make your memories of him disappear.
I promise he will fade from existence over time.
He was cruel and mean, but you’re here now with us.
You will never hear such nasty comments from anyone again.
You’re beautiful and perfect inside and out, and we adore you to pieces. ”
I would think they would be exasperated from repeatedly telling me that night after night. They should also be tired from not getting enough sleep. I wake them up with my middle-of-the-night madness every single night. But they never complain. They simply comfort me and help me get back to sleep.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur.
Skarg shakes his head. “No need to be sorry, Baby girl. We are your safe space. We want to know when something is bothering you so we can fix it.”
I find myself giggling in the dark.
“What’s so funny?” Kafran asks, his voice lighter.
“You can’t fix everything that might be bothering me.”
“Sure we can,” Skarg says.
“What if I wanted to wear clothes and use a toilet and eat solid foods?” I taunt.
Skarg chuckles. “You have a valid point. We can’t change any of those things.
Try to see it from our perspective, Baby girl.
You are the center of our universe. We traveled over a year round trip to find you and make you ours.
The bond we feel with you is so very strong that we instinctively want to protect you from any sort of harm. ”
“He’s right,” Kafran continues, “That means pampering you in every way. We will always be overprotective because it would destroy us if anything bad happened to you. Our strict rules are meant to keep you safe. Feeding you ensures us that you’re getting enough to eat and keeps us from worrying about you possibly choking on something.
Diapering you allows us to monitor your output so we can be sure your bladder and bowels are functioning as they should. ”
I sigh. I’ll never win this argument.
Skarg rubs my tummy. “Tomorrow is going to be a big day, Baby girl. You should try to get some sleep.”
I stiffen. I’m not looking forward to tomorrow.
They’ve told me what to expect. First we’re going to the clinic.
We’ve been there twice already. I’m super clear by now what to expect at every visit.
Either Chadka or Thabo thoroughly examines every inch of my body inside and out.
They always put that rod in my bottom. They hold my legs open and inspect my pussy closely.
They swab the inside of my pee-pee hole.
It’s so humiliating because I get aroused every time.
I can’t seem to stop myself. I hate realizing that I’m going to get used to being so intimately inspected for the rest of my life.
Eventually I’ll accept their odd practices and willingly part my thighs wide.
Hell, I’ll probably learn to bend over, reach back, and hold my butt cheeks apart for them.
In my strange, new, upside-down world, visiting the doctor where someone is going to push their fingers into my bottom isn’t really high on my list of stressful events for tomorrow. The second thing on my Papis’ agenda is going to the park.
I don’t want to go to the park. I don’t want to meet other women. I don’t believe my Papis when they promise me that other Little girls will never dare make fun of me. Kafran and Skarg do not understand the human mind.
I don’t want people to stare at me. I don’t want them to see my breasts. I don’t want them to laugh at me behind my back. It was hard enough living on Earth where I could at least hide my chubby body under baggy clothes and let my hair fall around my face.
That doesn’t happen here. One of my Papis braids my hair in two long strands down my back every day, keeping me from using it as a curtain.
And, of course, they don’t allow me to cover my chest or tummy.
I’m not as uncomfortable when it’s just the three of us at home, but I get panicky when they take me out of the house.
I want to tell them not to take me to the park, but I’m afraid they won’t listen to me. They’re adamant that I need to make friends.
Ha. Friends. I’ve never had friends. I don’t even know how to talk to other women. The only woman who was ever kind to me after my mother died was my grandmother, and she’s been gone a long time.
Fun fact. Even though I’m now under the care of two men who feed me exactly the right amount of formula for my body type—according to the doctors—I’m still chubby. I had thought maybe I would lose at least some weight under the strict formula diet I’ve been consuming for six months. But no.
“Sleep, Little one,” Kafran encourages again, stroking my thigh.
I pop my pacifier back into my mouth and try to obey him, but my mind wanders to the third stop on tomorrow’s hellish list. The jeweler. His name is Ekert. His Little girl is Sophie. Apparently Sophie has amazing skills with stones, and she has already selected some for me to look at.
My Papis have chosen some kind of stone called anzerine. It’s not a gem found on Earth, so I don’t know what to expect, but they’ve told me not to worry. I will love it.
It doesn’t matter if I like the stones or not. What I’m certain I do not like is the idea of having the gems hanging from my nipples. Drawing more attention to my large areolas. I don’t need to draw even more attention to them.
I’ve seen other women from a distance. We pass the park on our way to the clinic. Every one of them has pierced nipples. I’m not ready for that step, and my Papis have told me they won’t force me. I’ll get my piercings when I’m ready.
That doesn’t mean they aren’t going to make me go look at the stones tomorrow. The idea freaks me out.
“Mercy…” Skarg uses his warning tone this time. “You’re fretting. We can tell when you’re stressed because you fidget and sigh a lot.”
I pull the pacifier back out. “Sorry, Papi. I can’t help it.”
He rubs my tummy again. “Tell us what’s bothering you.”
“It won’t make any difference, Papi.”
Skarg slides his hand up to my chest and pinches one of my nipples hard.
I cry out. “Papi…”
“Tell us what’s on your mind, naughty girl. We care about your feelings. I’m not saying we will change anything because some things are hard rules, but we will listen and try to ease your concerns.”
I let out another dramatic sigh. “I don’t want to go to the doctor, the park, or the jeweler, Papi. All three stress me out.”
“Ah. Well, you’re right about one thing. Those three things are happening because we know what’s best for you even when you sometimes think otherwise.”
“He’s right,” Kafran adds. “Regular checkups are mandatory to ensure you’re healthy.
We want Thabo and Chadka to keep a close eye on your kidney in addition to monitoring the rest of your vitals.
Meeting other Little girls is the only way for you to learn to trust people.
I know you were surrounded by humans who never had your best interest in mind. That is not true here. You’ll see.”
“And,” Skarg picks up, “It won’t kill you to go look at the gemstones. We aren’t saying you must get your nipples pierced tomorrow, but we want you to see the stones, hold them, get an understanding of what to expect in the near future.”
I sigh dramatically. “See? That’s not helpful.” I hear the sass in my tone and know immediately I’ve gone too far. My Papis will put up with a lot from me, but they do have a limit, and I crossed it with my whining.
“Maybe a firm spanking will help you relax,” Kafran says. His side of the bed dips as he moves away from me, and I squint my eyes when he turns on the light.
They haven’t spanked me since we arrived. They haven’t touched me intimately either. Those were two things my Papis said they wouldn’t do until I had my strength back and had clearance from the doctors.
Apparently they are not going to wait another minute to spank me, though, and there’s a good chance I asked for this on purpose. I’m freaking out so badly that I probably need the relief I can get from a hard spanking.
It’s odd how I know that after the one time they swatted my bottom before we left the mothership. That memory stands out in my mind, though. Sometimes when I’m alone in my crib or playpen, I find myself reliving those moments.
For my Papis, it was six months ago. For me, it was two weeks ago. And I want to experience it again.
Kafran props himself up against the headboard.
Meanwhile, Skarg straddles me, staring down at me intently. “You have a lot of pent-up frustration, Baby girl. We’re going to erase that with our palms.”
“Yes, Papi.” I’m nervous but not as much as I was the first time. This time, I won’t be blindsided by the unknown. I remember the release I got from the sting.
Skarg rises onto his knees and unfastens my diaper before whisking it away.
I shiver from the exposure and anticipation. I’m not scared. I know these men will never hurt me. I know it in my soul. I’m their universe. And they are mine.
It’s still hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that these two aliens from a faraway planet chose me over everyone in Club Zoom. They picked me and rescued me from a fate that makes me shudder every time I think about it or have another nightmare.
Maybe that’s not exactly what happened, though. They didn’t choose me. Fate did. They’ve explained that to me multiple times. Fate intended for the three of us to be together perhaps from the beginning of time. Fate is influencing all of us—that and the wicked quill behind my Papis’ teeth.
Would they look at me through rosy glasses if they weren’t being coerced into doing so? There’s no sense dwelling on that depressing thought because it doesn’t matter. They do adore me no matter what the reason. Neither of them ever looks at me with disgust. They don’t badger me about my weight.
In fact, Skarg is currently letting his gaze roam up and down my body, licking his lips as if I’m a delicacy. “So gorgeous,” he mutters. Eventually he scoots back a few inches. “Roll over, Baby girl. Crawl onto Kafran’s lap.”
I obey him, breathing heavily even though nothing has happened yet. No one has touched me anywhere I crave. They haven’t even lingered when they’ve cleaned my pussy and bottom while changing my diapers.
I can tell by the predatory gleam in Skarg’s eyes that all bets are off now.
It’s been two weeks. I’m back to my full strength.
The doctor will clear me for most activities tomorrow, but as I roll over and rise onto all fours, I lift my gaze to find Kafran staring at me with the same look I just saw on Skarg’s face.
Lust. Desire. Need. Desperation. I feel it, too. I hope this spanking will lead into something more.