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 thinkthat’smy 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 forrememberingto 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.”
I’m infuriated with his assessment. I’m not incontinent. I was forced to go heaven-only-knows-how-long without using a bathroom, and then giant aliens nearly scared me to death. Anyone would have peed themselves.
FIVE
It seems Yamal is finally done when he steps away.
I’m too nervous and curious not to twist my head and watch him head to the cabinets lining one wall. He opens one, removes something, and returns, holding it out for Lasim.
“What’s this?” Lasim asks as he takes the odd item from the doctor.
As far as I can tell, it’s nothing but a black, vinyl-covered square. It’s about four inches across and two inches thick. On closer inspection, I realize it has an elastic band on one side. Yamal helps Lasim slip his fingers under the elastic so that the square rests in his palm. I think it’s padded, like a small pillow.
“It’s a powerful vibrator,” Yamal informs Lasim. “It will activate with pressure from your palm. It’s helpful, no matter what your Little pet is capable of without it. If she’s extremely sensitive, you can use it to punish her. On the flip side, if she has trouble reaching orgasm, you can use it to help her. Sometimes you might use it for edging or denial, or because you don’t have time for any other options. The possibilities are endless.”
Lasim slowly smiles.
I, on the other hand, have not one single clue what the doctor said. It’s like the translator was broken. I didn’t pick up on manyof the words, no matter how hard I strained. Vibrator? Orgasm? Edging?
Lasim steps between my legs. They’re still awkwardly restrained so that my ankles are pushed close to my hips, though I’ve pulled my knees closer together since Lasim released me.