Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
I suspect there are a million things about my adventure here that I can’t even begin to fathom yet. I’m concerned, but I need to take things one at a time. At the moment, my focus is on the tiny nerve endings around my rosette that are being awakened by my owner.
Lasim rubs my back. “Accept my touch. Let your body relax.”
I’m panting now. Relax doesn’t seem to be in my vocabulary.
Lasim inhales deeply. “I can scent your arousal, Little pet. It pleases me that your pussy is creaming for me.” He slides his fingers from my rectum to my private parts.
The moment he touches me there, I realize my folds are wet and pulsing. A whimper escapes. Something grows, a need I don’t understand.
“This is good, Little pet. Your body is aligning with mine. You were given an injection of my essence while you were asleep. It’s causing you to feel drawn to me so you’ll be loyal and addicted to my presence.”
I groan at those words. No wonder I feel so strange. Some sort of shot did this to me.
“It’s unavoidable, Little pet. If it makes you feel any better, I feel the same magnetic draw. You smell divine. I want to flip you over and eat your cunt, but I’ll wait.”
He’s using that word again. Cunt. I think he means my private parts. He also called that area my pussy. When he says those words, his tone is deeper, perhaps devious. Or filled with promise.
I shudder, unable to focus on anything but the feel of his finger trailing through my wet folds over and over. Suddenly, he tugs on my pubic hair. “The doctor will remove these curls, Little pet.”
My breath hitches. What does he mean? Why?
He twirls his finger in my growing wetness. “Your soft curls will hold all your juices and make you susceptible to infection.”
I fist my hands at my sides. Too many things are happening at once. My thoughts are all over the place. There’s a collar around my neck. I’m lying naked on my stomach on an exam table. Cuffed to it. A giant man, who wants me to call him Daddy, is stroking my most private parts. And…I don’t want him to stop.
FOUR
I gasp when a door opens. I don’t dare look. Whoever it is, I don’t want to face them.
“Lasim, good to see you. I see you managed to get a human pet.”
“Yes. I’m afraid this Little pet might be a handful. Hopefully, you’ll have some tricks up your sleeve. She’s feisty and argumentative.”
The newcomer must be the doctor, Yamal. He chuckles. “I fear that might be a human trait. These creatures are a bit more complex than we originally expected. They’re very opinionated. My advice would be to nip any bad habits in the bud, starting now. I see you already took her in hand since her bottom is bright red and you have her strapped to the table.”
“Yes. She’s slightly more docile now, but I suspect it will take more than one firm spanking to break her.”
I hold my breath, hating his words. I don’t like the way they’re discussing me as if I’m not an intelligent being. I do like the way Lasim is still touching me, but it’s embarrassing now that the doctor is in the room.
“Have you let her fully experience pleasure yet?”
“No, and I don’t think she’s ever had an orgasm before. She seems perplexed by the idea. She says she’s never masturbated.”
It’s hard to follow their conversation, partly because I don’t understand half the words they are using and partly because I’m so distracted by Lasim’s fingers.
Yamal responds, “My sample group is quite limited, of course, but I’m inclined to believe these humans have limited knowledge about reproduction and sex in general. The space station they’ve been living on is comprised only of females who were sent there in an effort to preserve their species. Most of them were infants at the time. Your pet was four when the journey began. The few adult females who accompanied them brought vials of semen with them, but the specimens were accidentally destroyed several years ago. As far as we know, unless there are other space stations with male inhabitants of their kind, this is the end of their species.”
I sniffle at Yamal’s pretty thorough understanding of my people. He’s right. I have nothing to add to that.
“So these older females didn’t bother to educate their youth about self-pleasure?” Lasim asks.
“None of the few I’ve examined yet, no. They seem surprised and ignorant of their capabilities. The fact that they can be pleasured doesn’t directly tell us anything about their level of intelligence. Many species of animals experience euphoric sex without any advanced ability to comprehend language.”
I grit my teeth. They already know I can process language and speak.