Yozef pushes his fingers against my pelvis and uses his other hand todirectly touch the bundle of nerves that he’s grazed several times.
I whimper. My vision blurs.
“This little nub is called your clitoris—clit for short. Most of your pleasure will come from me stroking it. Sometimes I will suckle it.”
What is the deep rumbling sound I’m making?
He gives it a light pinch.
I scream behind the pacifier.
He chuckles as he releases the firm grip on my pelvis. “It has a tiny hood that protects it from rubbing against your diapers. When your clit is swollen, the hood will retract. If I catch you rocking in your diapers in order to masturbate, I will punish you. And let me tell you, Little pet, the two swats I gave your nipples will be nothing compared to what it will feel like when I spank your pussy.”
All the air leaves my lungs.
I’m staring at him, my private parts swell at the mention of him swatting me there. Would he really?
I don’t want to find out, but I suspect that will be unavoidable. I’ll never be able to hold my tongue with this man. When he finally removes the stupid pacifier from my mouth, he’s going to get a tongue lashing.
As I’m planning all the things I want to say to him, he drags a finger through my wet folds. “This pussy is mine. You don’t touch it. Not with your hands or any other object. Understood?”
I’d do just about anything he asks as long as he intends to make me feel this good. And every inhale draws more of him into me, bonding us together tighter. I can feel it, smell it, taste it.
When I realize he’s waiting for me to respond, I nod. I’ve never touched myself in my life, other than to wipe after I use the bathroom. Why would I start now?
“I’m going to ask the doctor to come back into the room now. I want him to make sure you’re healthy. He will examine every inch of your body, Little pet, and you will be cooperative. If you’re good, I’ll reward you after he’s done.” He smiles as if he’s promised to buy me my own planet, but I suspect whatever reward he has in mind will not come close to resembling anything I could conjure on my own.
SIX
A man in blue enters the room, but he’s not the same doctor I saw earlier. This is a different man. He has dark brown hair like Yozef and similar brown eyes.
The two men shake hands and smile at each other as if it’s not the least bit odd that a naked twenty-year-old woman is strapped to the exam table with a pacifier in her mouth.
I shudder because it’s now obvious this is not strange to them. So far, I’ve been exposed to several guards, a few orderlies, two doctors, and Yozef. No one is shocked by my predicament, which tells me I’m nothing to these people. I have no rights. No autonomy. I’m a possession. Yozef bought me. As a pet.
That’s sinking in.
On top of that, I was injected with some crazy stuff intended to make me follow Yozef around like a puppy until the end of time.
Tears well and run down my temples. Something inside me snaps, and I let my stiff body go limp. Defeated. Resigned. The fight runs out of me.
I don’t know a thing about where I am. I assume I’m on aplanet, but I could be in a spaceship. I’m clearly significantly smaller and weaker than Venkorian males. I haven’t seen any of their females, so I can’t compare myself to them. But surely they’re just as large.
Another horrifying thought runs through my head. Does Yozef have a partner? Is he married, like humans on Earth used to be? Is he going to bring me to his home where other people live? Does he have kids?
I’m in my head when these two men flank me. I don’t have another option. I cannot process another moment of what’s happening. It’s like I’ve floated out of my body. I don’t even want to watch. I’ve tapped out.
I vaguely hear them discussing me. The doctor listens to my heart, he looks in my eyes, ears, and nose, then tips my head how he wants it.
I barely react when he palpates my breasts and only manage a shocked grunt when he pinches my nipples. I’m so far past humiliated, I’ve lost the ability to care.
I know this doctor’s name is Yamal because I hear Yozef say it several times. I think they’re friends.
Yamal adjusts something near my feet that causes my ankles to remain attached but slides them up the edge of the table, forcing my legs to bend.
I flinch when the lower section of the exam table drops away, leaving my bottom on the edge of the cushion.
Yozef stands at my hip and spreads my knees wide, using one hand on each side. Meanwhile, Yamal sits on a rolling stool at the end of the table. He pulls my folds open. His fingers are so long that I assume he’s easily using his thumb on one side and his pointer on the other.
