Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Right when I think I might lose consciousness, Lasim removes the thing from my core. He must have set it down because his hands are both on my inner thighs now.
I can’t catch my breath. I’m gasping as though I were being choked and not getting enough oxygen.
Lasim bends his head and kisses my throbbing folds before licking between my labia. The touch is too much. I’m suddenly too sensitive. “Please, Daddy… Stop.” My voice is gurgly. Can he even understand me?
After one final reverent kiss to my pussy, he lifts his head. “Deep breaths, Little pet,” he encourages.
I inhale as much air as I can, looking around the room when I release it. The two other men are gone. I have no idea when they left.
Lasim lifts my hips and slides something under my bottom.
I whimper, still struggling to focus. My body won’t stop shaking, and my pussy is still throbbing.
A whine escapes my lips when Lasim touches my tender folds again.
“Be a good Little pet. I need to apply this cream to protect your skin so you don’t get an infection.”
Why would I get an infection?
The next thing I know, he’s pulling something between my legs, and when I lift my head, I gasp. “Daddy…”
“Shhh. You need to wear a diaper for the time being.”
I shake my head as panic consumes me. A million things have happened to me in the past few hours. I’m wrung out. Exhausted. I suspect my blood sugar is low. I can’t handle this new addition. “No, Daddy.” I buck my hips to no avail.
“Yes, Little pet. It’s not up for discussion. You’ll do as you’re told.” His voice is firm.
The tears keep falling, sobs follow as my emotions fly all over the place.
Lasim releases my ankles and wrists, scoops me off the table, and cradles me in his arms. At least he wraps a soft blanket around me. Under it, I’m naked except for the diaper.
Lasim bounces me in his arms as if I were an infant. He paces around the room, trying to soothe me with soft whispers I can’t fully hear over my uncontrollable crying.
I’m startled when something touches my lips, and my eyes bug out when I see that he’s holding a bottle to my mouth.
“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.