Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
I’m in my head when these two men flank me. I don’t have another option. I cannot process another moment of what’s happening. It’s like I’ve floated out of my body. I don’t even want to watch. I’ve tapped out.
I vaguely hear them discussing me. The doctor listens to my heart, he looks in my eyes, ears, and nose, then tips my head how he wants it.
I barely react when he palpates my breasts and only manage a shocked grunt when he pinches my nipples. I’m so far past humiliated, I’ve lost the ability to care.
I know this doctor’s name is Yamal because I hear Yozef say it several times. I think they’re friends.
Yamal adjusts something near my feet that causes my ankles to remain attached but slides them up the edge of the table, forcing my legs to bend.
I flinch when the lower section of the exam table drops away, leaving my bottom on the edge of the cushion.
Yozef stands at my hip and spreads my knees wide, using one hand on each side. Meanwhile, Yamal sits on a rolling stool at the end of the table. He pulls my folds open. His fingers are so long that I assume he’s easily using his thumb on one side and his pointer on the other.
Air hits my private parts, but these two men keep referring to that area as my pussy. I’m not familiar with that word—well, I guess I am now.
I start listening when I realize Yamal is talking about my friends, the ones who were brought here before me. “…I’ve examined many of the pets who have been purchased so far, and discovered they’re all untouched.”
He holds my folds open farther, almost painfully so.
“You see how tiny the entrance to her pussy is?”
“Yes.” Yozef nods.
“My research indicates that before Earth’s destruction, when human females had intercourse with males for the first time, it was usually painful. Apparently, many humans didn’t take the time to stretch out their tight channels before having sex. I have no idea why. Nor do I understand why their males didn’t do it for them. But my point is, I see no indication this female has inserted anything in her tight cunt, either, so you’ll want to work on stretching her opening as often as possible before taking her with your cock.”
The blood drains from my head. This giant alien intends to have sex with me? The notion is so foreign that I can’t breathe. I’ve never considered having intercourse with anyone in my life. It was never presented as an option since no males were on the space station with us.
The truth is, my education on that subject is minimal. We glossed over the topic, especially after the sperm specimens were destroyed, ensuring that without discovery by other humans, there would never be offspring. We would be the last of the humans.
But now we’ve been discovered…by aliens who are similar to us…enormous giants. I would be torn in half if one of them put his penis inside me.
I bite down hard on the pacifier, stifling my sobs. I don’t want anyone to touch me there. Ever.
Yamal continues, “Obviously, you know how to stretch her. You don’t need a lecture on that, but let me know if you decide you’d like to use more than your tongue. I’ve developed a series of glass phalluses that can be inserted and left to maintain the stretch.”
My breath hitches. I would probably faint and fall on my face if I weren’t already lying down.
Yozef touches my opening with his finger. I know it’s him. He’s leaning over me, and he tucks my knee under his arm to free his hand.
Every inhale fills me with his scent. Not Yamal’s. Yozef’s. It’s not that I can’t distinguish between the two. It’s that I’m not attracted to Yamal’s scent. That stupid injection…
“She’s so wet…” Yozef comments.
“That’s normal,” the doctor says. “She’s bonding to you. She’ll always be slightly aroused, even in sleep.”
What? Ohmyheavens. No. Please, no.
“And another tip,” the doctor continues, “you can use her constant arousal as a form of punishment if she misbehaves. Edge her. Stroke her clit without letting her reach orgasm. I’ve heard it’s one of the most devious, frustrating things these humans can be forced to endure. Effective.”
I have no idea what Yamal is talking about, but I’m certain I won’t like it.
“Taming her is your top priority. She needs to learn who’s in charge immediately. If you waffle, she will think she can manipulate you.”
Yozef nods. “How long should I force her to use a pacifier?”
“That’s up to you. It’s humbling. She has no way to communicate. The pacifier can also be addictive, though. If you don’t mind her developing a deep attachment to it, you can keep it strapped to the back of her head, so she’ll have no choice but to suckle as often as you want. She will eventually reach a point when she’s frustrated without it.”