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)
“Let’s roll her onto her back now,” Yamal instructs. He releases my wrist from his side of the table while Lasim does my other. They remove the cuffs from my ankles next. Finally, Lasim lifts me and turns me over.
I’m trembling from exposure, both from nudity and the chill in the air.
The men immediately reattach me to the cuffs, my arms strapped to my sides and my ankles wide.
I keep my eyes closed, not wanting to make eye contact with either of them. Yamal’s hands immediately come to my chest. He palpates all around my breast tissue. “One of the benefits of keeping her chilly is that her nipples will remain erect all of the time. Are you noticing the effects of the bonding injection she was given yet?”
“Yes.” There’s humor in Lasim’s voice. “I can scent her arousal, and the instinct to mate her is strong. I’m not unaffected by her tight little nipples.” He reaches out and pinches one of them, making me arch my chest and whimper. My eyes fly open from the shock.
Yamal continues talking as he, too, pinches and pulls on my nipples. “Since there’s no way to impregnate her, it’s also unlikely her mammary glands will ever produce milk. You should be able to suckle her teats or apply suction to them without any discharge. If that ever changes, let me know.”
Lasim nods.
I think I’ve floated away from my body. I’m spinning around above everyone, somewhere near the ceiling. Suck my nipples? Why? And more importantly, why does the idea suddenly appeal to me? I’m so out of my mind I can’t focus properly.
Yamal moves farther down my body. He adjusts something at the side of the table that allows him to slide my restrained ankle several inches closer to my torso.
Lasim does the same on his side, locking the mechanism in place when it reaches the same level.
“You may have to hold her knees open for me. It seems human females are oddly modest. They embarrass easily when examined.”
Lasim stands on one side of me and easily reaches across to press my opposite knee as wide as the one he’s holding at his hip.
I think I’m going to faint.
“Take a breath, Little pet. Yamal is going to remove your pubic hair and examine your pussy. Nothing will cause you pain.”
Pain? Does he honestly think that’s my concern? If I didn’t like pain, I would have died while he was spanking me hard enough to jar my teeth. It’s my mortification level that’s sky high, and he knows it because Yamal just told him humans get embarrassed when they are exposed. Embarrassed is an understatement. I was raised to keep my private parts private.
On the space station, we didn’t expose our bodies to other people. I’ve been naked for such a long time now that I’m in a constant panic. And now the doctor is prodding around between my legs.
“Has anything ever been inside your cunt, Little pet?” Yamal asks. Finally, he’s speaking directly to me, even if his words are odd.
Now I’m certain cunt must refer to my vagina. “No, Sir,” I manage to mutter.
Lasim gives my knees a squeeze. “Good, Little pet. I like to hear you remembering your manners.”
My cheeks flush at his praise, mostly because it’s so misplaced. He’s proud of me for remembering to speak respectfully to the doctor. Not for doing so. As if my attention span is that of a small bug, and it’s stunning to him that I could possibly follow an instruction he gave over ten minutes ago.
I want to glare at him, but I don’t dare.
“I won’t penetrate her, but everything looks healthy,” Yamal comments as he rubs some sort of ointment all over my folds. “This needs to sit for a few minutes. It will dissolve her hair. You won’t have to do it again. The hair removal is permanent.”
It won’t grow back? Could this stupid day get any worse? I’m going to lose my composure soon and start crying, which is the last thing I want to do. But I’m so exhausted, both emotionally and physically, that I can’t take much more.
I block out the conversation between Lasim and Yamal while they wait for my pubic hair to dissolve. I don’t even want to know what they’re saying. Maybe they’re commenting on the weather, or maybe they’re discussing the best way to stretch out my…cunt. Why not? After all, they’ve already talked about how to do so with my rear hole.
Finally, Yamal wipes the ointment and my hair away. Already it feels strange. Extra naked.
“She’s slightly dehydrated, probably from going so long without fluids, but also, I was told she vomited and wet herself in the kennel. You’ll want to feed her as soon as you can.”
“I will.”
“In addition, I’m learning that humans, for the most part, can control their bladders and bowels. They have receptacles on the space station where they eliminate their waste. However, you might not want to give her free rein to decide when and where she pees. On top of that, it’s possible this particular human pet doesn’t have as much control over her bladder as others. If she complains of pain while peeing, call me and I’ll check to see if she has a bladder infection. An infection may be the cause of her incontinence earlier.”