Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
I realize this is what the doctor was referring to earlier when he and Julan were discussing Venkorian women. Apparently, they don’t need to have sex with a man to procreate.
Daddy motions for Lasim to sit across from him as he takes his seat next to me. “I’m not sure. I guess I should look into that before I end up with a litter of tiny humans in my apartment.” He laughs.
I cringe. I’ve known for years that I would never have children. No human will. Our line ends with those of us who were sent to the space station twenty years ago.
“Does the translation collar work on these humans? Can she understand us?”
“Yes. She seems to be an intelligent being, to some extent.”
I want to shoot him a glare, but I manage to control myself. In fact, I’m tired of the way Lasim is staring at me, so I lower my gaze. Looking at the floor doesn’t erase my embarrassment because it only reminds me that Lasim can see my tits, and that they’re swollen and red from being spanked so hard. Hopefully, he won’t realize I was punished in such a degrading manner moments before his arrival. After all, these are the first human boobs he’s seen. As far as he knows, this is what they always look like.
Daddy continues, “I’m cautiously optimistic that she will be trainable and compliant.”
“Let me know how things go. I’m considering purchasing one myself. I wouldn’t want her to be unruly or more trouble than she’s worth.”
“I’ll keep you updated.” Daddy sets a hand on the back of my neck and forces me to bend my head farther forward. He subtly grabs my braid and holds it too tightly as though silently reprimanding me for something.
I know exactly what he’s communicating as I stare at my diaper. It’s dry, of course. I’ve been holding my urine in since I woke up. The idea of wetting myself is still too foreign to easily comply. Plus, I don’t want to be sitting here with the wet bulk between my legs. And then there’s the added humiliation of wetting myself in front of Lasim as if humans can’t control their bladders.
Daddy leans over and whispers in my ear, “Remember what I told you, Little pet.” As soon as he finishes speaking, he tips my head forward and does something to the back of my collar.
The next time he talks, I can’t understand a word. His voice is so strange. It’s filled with the same odd noises I heard from the Venkorian guards before the collar was put on me. He’s turned the translator off.
When I jerk my gaze to his, he lifts his brows and points toward my diaper before forcibly angling my head downward again.
I hold back tears at the obvious reprimand. I feel so isolated now that my collar has been deactivated. The men resume their conversation, but I have no idea what they’re saying. I wonder if, in time, I might eventually learn their language. I’d never be able to speak it because it seems to include sounds I’m incapable of, but perhaps I could learn to understand.
The sounds drone on and on as time passes. I have nothing to do except worry and focus on my plight. Within minutes of losing communication, I empty my bladder. That’s one thing I can do, please Daddy, so that he doesn’t punish me again today.
As soon as I pee, he starts petting me. He starts with my head and my braid, then my shoulder.
I grow aroused by his touch. I know he’s aware. He’s always aware of my arousal.
After a while, he spreads his knees and points between them before giving me the sit signal and taking my leash to guide me so that I’m sitting directly in front of him. I’m still facing Lasim, but now Daddy’s knees are touching my biceps. I keep my head down. Perhaps it’s expected of me, but it’s easier for me if I don’t make eye contact with Lasim. I’m warmer between his legs.
Daddy’s hands dangle over my shoulders, and I soon realize why he has moved me here when he starts toying with my nipples. My arousal spikes. Wetness leaks from my pussy. I bite down on the protective ring of my pacifier to keep from moaning.
Daddy’s voice continues as if he’s unaware of my plight. He and Lasim never waver in their conversation. I wonder if they’re discussing business all this time or if they occasionally also talk about me.
It’s so hard to remain still. A tightness in my belly makes me clench. My pussy grows swollen and needier by the moment. My breasts feel much heavier than earlier. I would question their size if I weren’t looking directly at them. Except for my nipples, they have not changed.