“Open, Little pet. You need to feed.”
It takes every ounce of my waning energy to twist my head to the side to avoid the nipple.
“Naughty pet,” he admonishes. “You’re dehydrated and in need of nourishment. If you don’t accept the nipple and start suckling in the next two seconds, I’ll have Yamal put a tube down your nose to pour the formula into your tummy.”
My eyes widen. Would he do that? This man doesn’t make idle threats. With no other choice, I part my lips, but I growl at the same time, letting him know I’m not happy with the way he’s so totally bossing me around.
Lasim jiggles the bottle, causing a drop of the contents to fall onto my tongue. The flavor catches my attention and reminds me how starving I am. I take a tentative suck.
My next moan is from satisfaction. Either I’m so hungry I could eat mud, or this formula is delicious. I’m inclined to think it’s a combination. I don’t know this flavor. It’s not something I’ve had before. It’s thick and slightly sweet.
“That’s my good Little pet. Try not to drink too fast. I don’t want you to choke or get an upset tummy.”
I can’t slow down, though. Now that I’ve started, I’m famished. All I can do is block out my plight and let this beverage fill me, fully aware that I’m making a contented noise. For the first time since I met Lasim, I feel like I really am a pet. It’s frustrating. Am I going to lose my humanity?
SIX
I’ve never been so tired in my life. I don’t fully understand what’s wrong with me. I’m not even sure how long I’ve been on Venkoria. I think more than one day. Probably two or three. All I’ve done since sucking down the first bottle is guzzle more of them and sleep.
I’m aware of the fact that Lasim lowered me onto the table in the exam room, opened my diaper, and put a large pill into my bottom. It must have put me to sleep. I think Yamal was in the room again at that time. My memory is spotty and vague.
I recall listening to the two of them discuss me, but it seemed like I was far away or underwater. I couldn’t catch all the conversation.
They knew I was exhausted. Yamal talked about getting me on a schedule and putting the pills in my bottom every few hours. He spoke of keeping me sedated for a few days to help me acclimate.
The last thing they did before I fell asleep for good was pop another nipple in my mouth. Nothing came out of it when I sucked, but I couldn’t fully process what it was at the time.
I know now it’s a pacifier. I’ve been sucking it nearly constantly since then. I don’t like to release it, even thoughLasim only pulls it out of my mouth when it’s time to give me a bottle.
He holds me a lot. I’m aware of him rocking me after he feeds me, but I can’t keep my eyes open. He lays me on this bed when my diapers are full and carefully cleans me. In between, he sets me in a strange enclosure that reminds me of a baby crib, but this crib doesn’t just have slats on the sides. It has bars across the top, too.
I’m not stupid. It’s a cage, not unlike the one I found myself in when I first arrived.
Lasim never puts clothes on me, but he does bundle me up in a soft blanket that keeps me warm. Otherwise, his home is cold. I know this because when I wiggle free of the covers, I get chilly and start whining involuntarily.
I’ve been reduced to an infant.
For the first time in days, I’m slightly more alert as he lowers me to his bed and removes my diaper. Every time he takes it off, I’m reminded of that torturous vibrator he used on me. That’s what they called it. A vibrator. And it makes sense, since that’s what it did. It vibrated against my pussy, causing me to fly out of my body.
I remember the pleasure, and that it was too much. I hope he didn’t bring that evil thing home with us.
Lasim takes my pacifier away, holds my knees open, and stares into my eyes as I awaken fully and focus on him.
I lick my lips, already missing the constant suckling, but not willing to admit how addicted I am to the stupid babyish device.
“I’ve been giving you smaller doses of the sedative each time, Little pet. I’m going to stop those particular pills altogether now, but only if you behave.”
I sniffle, uncertain if I evenwantto come off the sleeping pills. It’s kind of blissful not being responsible for my plight.
“It’s time for you to learn your place and make a conscious decision to be an obedient Little pet.”
A whimper escapes my lips. I don’t want to be a pet. I don’t think I can give up my autonomy, like he’s suggesting. He has probably saved my life by purchasing me from that failing space station, but would I rather be dead than live the rest of my life as a caged pet? I’m not sure.
“If you can be a good pet and prove to me that you’re willing to abide by my rules, I’ll gradually grant you more freedom. If you’re naughty and argue with me, I’ll go back to keeping you sedated. We can go through this process over and over until you decide to stop fighting me.”
I don’t want to cry, but it’s hard to keep my emotions at bay. All I can do is hold my breath and will the tears not to fall.
He smiles, which seems incongruent with what he’s offering me. He’s blackmailing me into obeying. Emotional blackmail. I don’t like it. Rubbing my inner thighs, he says, “Do you think you can be a good Little pet?”