Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Yamal lifts the leash and follows the length of it with his eyes. “Ah, I heard you had eyehooks installed. How is that working out for you?” Yamal barely looks at me. He rarely speaks to me directly.
Daddy doesn’t like me to talk much when Yamal visits. I said a lot the first time he saw me, but since then, I’ve kept my mouth shut. I don’t think Yamal fully grasps my cognitive abilities. I think he’s still got it in his head that I’m truly a pet with similar features to the Venkorians. That’s how Daddy prefers it.
“Vabar put them in yesterday. My Little pet is still adjusting to being even more restrained, but I’m breathing easier.” Daddy strokes my thigh and smiles at me while he talks about me.
I have a pacifier, which I now realize he put in my mouth earlier so that I would know not to speak while Yamal is here.
“I can understand your concerns. Smart move. Rumors are spreading about the arrival of the two humans.”
I perk up at the mention of Adryn. I want to know how she is. When I asked Daddy, he only told me that Adryn was purchased by one of his coworkers and that she was in good hands. He wouldn’t share more than that, insisting he really didn’t know much. I hope I get to see her eventually.
Yamal continues, “Arrangements are being made to bring another litter of humans from the space station. There’s already a waiting list to purchase one. Soon, there will be a human pet in half the homes in this city.”
Daddy nods. “I’m glad. The more people who have a human, the less I’ll worry about mine being the center of everyone’s attention.”
Yamal restrains my hands above my head, adds a strap across my torso, and then listens to my heart. He doesn’t address me as he looks in my eyes, my ears, and my nose. He simply manhandles my head into the position he wants.
He palpates my breasts, pinches my nipples—I presume to check how they react—and moves lower to press around on my tummy.
Daddy removes my diaper and spreads my knees.
“Is she wetting and defecating regularly?”
“Yes.”
“Is she using a diaper at all times? Or have you introduced a litter box?”
“She’s always diapered.”
Yamal nods. “As I said on the phone, I’m going to examine her reproductive organs today. I’m mostly looking to see if there’s any chance humans are able to self-procreate.”
“Okay. And what did you discover from the bloodwork you took a few days ago?” Daddy asks.
“You don’t have to worry about impregnating her. Even though on the outside, our species look uncannily similar, we do not share the same DNA sequence. Our chromosomal makeup does not match either. There’s no chance of your sperm combining with her eggs.”
Daddy releases a breath and smiles. “Good. I’ve held off entering her with my cock because I didn’t want to risk getting her pregnant.”
My face heats. Was it really necessary for him to share that much detail? Venkorians are proving to be far more open about things that humans consider private matters. Granted, I have no memory of life on Earth, but my lessons have taught me that humans didn’t openly discuss bowel movements and urination, let alone their sexual habits.
“Have you been stretching her vagina with your tongue?”
“Yes. I increase the pressure against her tight walls a bit more every time. I think she’s ready.”
“I’ll check the width and flexibility of her vagina while I’m examining her.”
I squeeze my eyes closed. I don’t want or need the doctor to spread my pussy open wide to make sure I can accept Daddy’s cock. How embarrassing. But I don’t have a say in this. I’m sure if I didn’t have the pacifier and I argued my case, I’d end up flipped on my tummy so Daddy could spank my bottom so hard that I wouldn’t want to sit on it for days.
Daddy moves around to my side and strokes stray hairs from my forehead while Yamal lifts my feet into what he calls stirrups. He straps my legs to the metal contraptions on either side of my body, adjusts them so they are obscenely wide, and then drops the end of the table so that my bottom is close to the edge.
I whimper as he sits between my legs and palpates my folds.
“Her pussy is more swollen every time I see her.” He pulls the hood back from my clit. “And her clit is engorged. I’ll take that as a sign that she’s growing more and more physically attached to you.”
Daddy bends over and kisses my temple. “Yes.” He smiles at me.
Yamal rubs something on my labia before lining up a cold object with my entrance. He eases it into me. “I’m going to slowly open the speculum until she experiences discomfort,” he informs Daddy.