Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Mercy
When a hand strokes my back, I blink my eyes open and discover it’s no longer dark. I’m so warm and cozy. Every time I move, I ache all over. I feel like I was tossed around some sort of mosh pit all night long. Bruised and battered. Inside and out.
“It’s time to wake up, Baby girl,” Skarg whispers, kissing my temple. “We need to give you a bath and get a bottle in you before we head for the clinic.”
I shake my head. “Too tired. Don’t wanna.”
He chuckles. “Do you want to also have a sore bottom?”
Kafran spanked me in the middle of the night before the two of them debauched me in every imaginable way except one.
“Already sore,” I murmur.
He pulls the covers down my body and rolls me to my back. “Do you want your bottom to be even more sore, naughty girl?”
I shake my head. My hair is a wild mess of waves around my face. My breasts ache from being sucked so hard and from being pierced more than once. My pussy is pulsing because it never really stopped. I can’t even close my legs all the way to get relief because of the bulk of my soaked diaper.
Kafran was the one to diaper me after that last orgasm, and he palpated my bladder until I peed myself. I probably wet myself two or three more times since then. The absorbent material is heavy between my legs.
Kafran joins us. Both men look as though they’ve been up a while. They must have left me sleeping. Their hair is combed and slicked back. They have on pants.
I got my first glimpse at their cocks since we arrived on Eleadia last night, but they didn’t let me linger.
They kept moving me around like a rag doll, preventing me from freaking out at the size of their erections.
It’s not like I haven’t seen them before.
I watched them change clothes while we were still on Earth, but they weren’t standing close, and they didn’t give me much time to gawk.
I’ve never seen a human’s penis, so I can’t know for sure what they might look like, but I suspect there is a proportionate difference between a human and an Eleadian man.
My Papis have giant cocks. They may have put two fingers into me—both my pussy and my bottom—but those two fingers don’t come even close to comparing to what it will feel like to be stretched by their shafts.
Kafran lifts my hand to his lips and kisses my fingers before pricking one of them.
Seconds later, I feel a calm settling over me. I’m not sure I like the way they’re able to manipulate me with their serum, but it does come in handy when I’m stressed.
I’m also learning the difference. They can inject me with more than one type of serum. What they pushed into my nipples last night was not calming. It made me rabid for them.
Skarg quickly removes my diaper before leaning in to examine my pussy.
“Papi…” I complain. I still don’t like being so exposed. They do this a lot. It’s embarrassing every time they get up close and personal with my hooha.
Next, I’m swept into his arms, and he carries me out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.
Kafran starts the water in the basin, feeling it until he likes the temperature, and then I’m lowered into the warmth.
It’s true that the water on Eleadia feels so much better than the water on Earth. It’s so pure, free of the toxins we have on Earth. It makes my skin feel tingly and alive. It does the same when I drink it.
I don’t argue when Skarg restrains my wrists to the sides of the basin, nor when the two of them work together to wash my entire body. I’m used to it by now. I’m just glad that I’m able to fully sit on my own. I can even walk.
The first two weeks as I regained my strength, I was constantly stressed from not being able to control my arms and legs or even lift my head at first. I’m almost back to the old me, though who would know? They rarely let me walk anywhere on my own. I’m nearly always carried.
After the bath, Kafran feeds me a bottle while Skarg sits behind my head, working through the tangles in my hair with a comb and then braids it in two thick lengths behind my ears.
I’ve asked them to let me wear it loose, but they quickly realized the reason I want it down is so I can let it hang over my breasts and provide me with some amount of modesty. That’s a hard no.
I’m quiet as Skarg tucks me into my stroller, restraining me at the waist. While he’s still squatted in front of me, he grips my chin. “You may have your hands free only if we don’t catch you trying to cover your breasts. Understood?”
“Yes, Papi,” I mumble.
He lifts a brow. “I think your voice is a bit sassy, Baby girl. Make sure you do not touch your nipples for any reason. I don’t care if you have an itch. Hands away from your pretty titties.”
I sigh. “Yes, Sir.”
“Doctor, park, jeweler. Got it?”
“Yes, Papi.”
He kisses my forehead. “Good girl.”
The first two times they brought me to the clinic, I was also strapped into this stroller, but I didn’t have enough control over my neck to lean forward and look around.
Today I can more clearly see there are a lot of women playing at the park as we walk past it.
Too many. I hope most of them go home before we come back.
My Papis do not understand how unbelievably concerned I am about facing other people.
They want me to make friends. I don’t even know how to make friends.
They insist no one will make fun of me for any reason.
I don’t think they understand how catty girls can be at any age.
I almost hope the trip is a total disaster just so I can tell them “I told you so.” Maybe they won’t make me go again if other women make fun of me.
I take deep breaths as we reach the clinic. Already I’m clenching my butt cheeks together at the thought of that stupid probe being pushed into me.
The waiting room is more crowded than the previous times we’ve been here, and I lean back into the stroller and close my eyes so I won’t have to make eye contact with any of the other women waiting to see the doctor.
Luckily my Papis do not force me to interact. They don’t even make me get out of the stroller. That’s a relief, and we don’t have to wait too long for the receptionist to call us back to an exam room.
Crazy how I felt more unnerved in the waiting room than I do now that we’re in this confined space where the doctor will scrutinize every single aspect of my naked body. What an odd practice. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to not having at least a gown on in the clinic.
Kafran removes my diaper while we wait for the doctor, leaving me, once again, completely naked on the exam table. A few minutes later, Thabo enters. I remember him from my second visit a week ago.
He smiles warmly. It seems every Eleadian is kind and welcoming. They are the nicest beings in the universe. I don’t think I ever met a single human on Earth who was as caring as every single man on this planet.
“Hey there, Mercy. It looks like you’ve regained most of your strength.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He quickly goes through the preliminaries and then checks my muscle tone by having me push and pull against his fingers with my hands and legs.
He glances at my Papis. “I did extensive testing on her urine and blood last week. I don’t see a single issue with her kidney. We’ll check it once a year just to be sure no problems develop, but I see no reason why she shouldn’t live a full healthy life with the one kidney.”
“Thank you,” my Papis say at the same time, relief in their voices.
My body relaxes, too. After all, the news that I’m missing a kidney is as shocking to me as it is to them.
I don’t say much as Thabo continues to examine me, trying to ignore the invasiveness of his procedures. “Any particular concerns?”
“Only that she’s really struggling with body image,” Kafran says. “No matter how many times we tell her she’s perfect in every way, her mind is still telling her the opposite.”
Thabo sits on the stool in front of me, his head tipped back a few inches to meet my gaze.
His hands settle on my knees. “It will take time to undo the damage done in her past, but she’ll get there.
Abuse is difficult to overcome. Verbal abuse is sometimes worse than physical.
Have you set up any play dates or taken her to the park yet? ”
Skarg shakes his head. “We’re going to the park next.”
“Good. That will help her see that Little girls come in all sizes, shapes, and colors.”
I pout. “You don’t understand. You don’t have fat thighs and big boobs.” I know I’m not allowed to be so argumentative, but if ever I was going to push my case, now is the time. I think Thabo will be more understanding since I’m not his Little girl.
He smiles warmly. “First of all, you don’t have fat thighs or boobs that are too large either, Little one.
That’s simply what you’ve been told. You will see other Little girls who have bigger breasts and thicker thighs as you meet more people.
It’s not really about your size, though.
It’s about accepting our culture of exposure.
You wouldn’t be in nearly as big of a panic if you were clothed. ”
“See?” I blurt out. “Why can’t I have clothes?” I shoot a glare at my Papis.
Thabo remains calm. “It’s not our custom, Little one.
The weather on Eleadia makes clothing completely unnecessary.
In addition, we don’t allow our mates to touch their nipples.
I’m sure you already realize they are more sensitive than they were before you met your Papis.
That’s part of the bonding process. You’ll be even more aware of them after you get them pierced. ”
I continue to frown. I’m not looking forward to that part of my new life either. The thought makes me feel like I’m going to faint. I can’t fathom letting someone push a needle through my nipples. Then again, my Papis have pierced them with their quills. Will it be any different?
I shudder as I consider what it will be like to look down and see stones dangling from my tits. Unimaginable.