The moment he touches me there, I realize my folds are wet and pulsing. A whimper escapes. Something grows, a need I don’t understand.
“This is good, Little pet. Your body is aligning with mine. You were given an injection of my essence while you were asleep. It’s causing you to feel drawn to me so you’ll be loyal and addicted to my presence.”
I groan at those words. No wonder I feel so strange. Some sort of shot did this to me.
“It’s unavoidable, Little pet. If it makes you feel any better, I feel the same magnetic draw. You smell divine. I want to flip you over and eat your cunt, but I’ll wait.”
He’s using that word again. Cunt. I think he means my private parts. He also called that area my pussy. When he says those words, his tone is deeper, perhaps devious. Or filled with promise.
I shudder, unable to focus on anything but the feel of his finger trailing through my wet folds over and over. Suddenly, he tugs on my pubic hair. “The doctor will remove these curls, Little pet.”
My breath hitches. What does he mean? Why?
He twirls his finger in my growing wetness. “Your soft curls will hold all your juices and make you susceptible to infection.”
I fist my hands at my sides. Too many things are happening at once. My thoughts are all over the place. There’s a collar around my neck. I’m lying naked on my stomach on an exam table. Cuffed to it. A giant man, who wants me to call him Daddy, is stroking my most private parts. And…I don’t want him to stop.
FOUR
I gasp when a door opens. I don’t dare look. Whoever it is, I don’t want to face them.
“Lasim, good to see you. I see you managed to get a human pet.”
“Yes. I’m afraid this Little pet might be a handful. Hopefully, you’ll have some tricks up your sleeve. She’s feisty and argumentative.”
The newcomer must be the doctor, Yamal. He chuckles. “I fear that might be a human trait. These creatures are a bit more complex than we originally expected. They’re very opinionated. My advice would be to nip any bad habits in the bud, starting now. I see you already took her in hand since her bottom is bright red and you have her strapped to the table.”
“Yes. She’s slightly more docile now, but I suspect it will take more than one firm spanking to break her.”
I hold my breath, hating his words. I don’t like the way they’re discussing me as if I’m not an intelligent being. Idolike the way Lasim is still touching me, but it’s embarrassing now that the doctor is in the room.
“Have you let her fully experience pleasure yet?”
“No, and I don’t think she’s ever had an orgasm before. She seems perplexed by the idea. She says she’s never masturbated.”
It’s hard to follow their conversation, partly because I don’t understand half the words they are using and partly because I’m so distracted by Lasim’s fingers.
Yamal responds, “My sample group is quite limited, of course, but I’m inclined to believe these humans have limited knowledge about reproduction and sex in general. The space station they’ve been living on is comprised only of females who were sent there in an effort to preserve their species. Most of them were infants at the time. Your pet was four when the journey began. The few adult females who accompanied them brought vials of semen with them, but the specimens were accidentally destroyed several years ago. As far as we know, unless there are other space stations with male inhabitants of their kind, this is the end of their species.”
I sniffle at Yamal’s pretty thorough understanding of my people. He’s right. I have nothing to add to that.
“So these older females didn’t bother to educate their youth about self-pleasure?” Lasim asks.
“None of the few I’ve examined yet, no. They seem surprised and ignorant of their capabilities. The fact that they can be pleasured doesn’t directly tell us anything about their level of intelligence. Many species of animals experience euphoric sex without any advanced ability to comprehend language.”
I grit my teeth. They already know I can process language and speak.
“True…” Lasim agrees.
“I’ll examine her, and then, if you don’t mind me observing her for my own research and data, you can pleasure her while I watch. It will help me know what to expect as more human females are brought to Venkoria.”
“Sounds good.” Lasim removes his fingers from my swollen folds.
“Since she’s already on her stomach, I’ll start by taking her temperature and examining her bottom, then we’ll turn her over so I can continue.”
I clench my sore cheeks. Does he mean he’s going to take my temperature in my rectum? Surely not. I’m aware it’s an option that is sometimes used for infants, but not for grown adults.
My suspicion is confirmed when Yamal uses one hand to pry my butt cheeks open. A moment later, something cold, wet, and hard is pushed into my tight hole.