I whimper. I want to shout at them to stop, but I don’t dare. I’m afraid to infuriate Lasim further. He has already threatened to spank me again. I don’t think he would hesitate if I provoked him now.
Lasim clears his throat. “Do you know how elastic her rectum is? How far it can be stretched?”
“Most of her physical attributes are the same as Venkorians, only smaller. So you can expect her rectum to stretch wide enough to accommodate your cock, but she will need some preparation over time to avoid tearing or injury.”
The word I don’t know in that bone-chilling explanation is cock, but I’m concerned he’s referring to a man’s penis. I’ve never seen one, of course, but I’m aware that on Earth, men inserted them into a woman’s vagina in order to impregnate her. It’s not a topic we spent much time studying since we’ve always known it would not be put into practice by any of us.
Why would anyone put it in their anus? That sounds painful and unnecessary. Do these men impregnate their women through their bottoms?
And this brings me to another concern. Is Lasim planning to put his member into me? WillIget pregnant?
Yamal finally removes the thermometer. “Her temperature is normal for humans. They run a bit lower than we do, which is why she’s got goosebumps. You’ll find that she’s cold all the time. The temperature in your apartment will be too low for her comfort. It won’t endanger her, but her teeth will be chattering, and she will have difficulty sleeping.”
“I did notice Julan’s pet was shivering when I visited them.”
“If you’d prefer to allow her to be more comfortable, you have options. One is to increase the temperature in your apartment. You’d have to dress in far less clothing yourself to avoid overheating. Another option is to provide her with a blanket when she’s in her kennel. And a third option is to have clothes made for her.”
The blood drains from my face, leaving me spinning. Kennel? And he wasn’t planning to let me have clothes?
“Thanks for the advice,” Lasim states.
Yamal is still holding my cheeks open. I feel a cold liquid on my rosette a moment before he touches my entrance. “I’m going to examine her rectum now.” He’s not even talking to me. He’s talking to Lasim as if I’m not worthy of knowing anything about my own exam. Or perhaps he doesn’t think I’m capable of comprehending.
A third, more horrifying possibility is that these men simply don’t care about my feelings because I’m nothing but a pet.
Instinctively, I clench my bottom as the doctor pushes his finger into me. I’m furious again and mortified. A groan of protest escapes my lips.
Lasim grips the back of one of my thighs. “Relax your asshole, Little pet. The pressure will ease if you stop fighting against it.”
I can’t stop clenching. It’s so unnatural to me that I can’t help myself. I want him to stop touching me there.
Lasim swats my thigh. “Obey me, naughty pet.”
It’s impossible. I try, but I’m not capable of commanding my anal muscles to relax. How about if he gets up on this table and lets Yamal fingerhisrectum?
Finally, the doctor removes his finger. “Her rectum is tight. She might put up a fight, but you can train her to accept the intrusion if you so desire.”
I squeeze my eyes closed, hoping Lasim has no “desire” to stretch out my tight forbidden hole. It’s forbidden for a reason. No one should touch it.
“She’ll need vitamins to improve her health. You’ll insert the suppositories in her bottom every day. At a bare minimum, that will help her get used to the sensation. When you’re ready, there are plenty of plugs and dilators you can use to stretch her in addition to your fingers.”
I want to die. It would be helpful if I passed out. How about if they’re going to continue to mortify me, they give me another injection of whatever put me to sleep in the first place?
“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 unaffectedby 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.