When Yamal touches my folds, I wince. I’m too sensitive. I don’t like him touching me, either. I want Daddy to do it.
Yamal speaks softly. “Fascinating. I know other species experience higher levels of pleasure than we’re familiar with when they orgasm, but I’ve never witnessed it.” He glances at me. “Has this happened before, Little pet?”
My face flushes.
“Answer the doctor, naughty girl,” Julan demands.
I lick my lips, shaking. “No, Sir,” I mutter.
“Do you masturbate?” he asks.
I shake my head.
Daddy leans in so that his face is inches from mine. “Words, Little pet. You insist you are an intelligent being. You’ll speak when asked a question.”
Darn him for throwing my own argument in my face. I scowl as I respond. “No, Sir.”
The doctor presses against my pelvis. “Ah, see that?”
Julan continues to hold me down, pushing my legs even farther apart as he looks at my private parts. “Is that her clitoris?”
“Yes. It has a retractable hood.” Yamal lifts his hand as if to demonstrate and then pushes again, pulling my skin tight. “That little bundle of nerves is the epicenter of her pleasure. Apparently, she will orgasm if you stroke it. She probably feels sensation in her labia, too. Perhaps inside her vagina, also.”
“I believe she likes her rectum stimulated, too.” Julan glances at me, smirking.
I purse my lips. I’m still trembling. I do not like my bottom being touched. He’s wrong.
He grins. “Do you suppose I can control her somehow with this knowledge?”
“I would assume so,” the doctor responds. “If she derives that much pleasure from stimulation of her sex organs, she will probably behave better if you threaten to withhold your touch. If she’s telling the truth and hasn’t masturbated before, you will have to watch her closely to make sure she doesn’t start doing so now. I don’t think it will be wise to let her touch herself. She should earn her pleasure with good behavior. Restrain her wrists to her collar if you need to.”
My private parts clench tight at the suggestion. I tip my head back and whimper.
Julan chuckles. “I guess I’ll have to experiment with that. This pet is far more interesting than I expected.”
“As for your own arousal, it must have something to do with the injection.”
“But I didn’t get an injection,” Daddy argues. “It was only her.”
“Yes, but it was your essence that was forced into her bloodstream. It was meant to cause her to be drawn to you in hopes she would be more obedient and trainable. It would seem it has also altered her own pheromones, creating the opposite effect, drawing you to her at the same time.”
Daddy draws in a deep breath and lets it out slowly, his gaze fixed on mine. “Carry on with your exam, please.”
FOUR
As soon as Daddy eases the pressure on my knees, I moan. “I need to pee,” I tell him. “Please, can I use the bathroom?”
He winces. “Right. I hadn’t thought of that.” He looks toward Yamal. “I haven’t given her an opportunity to eliminate yet. She’s probably been holding it since she was on the space station.”
Instead of letting me up so I can go to the bathroom, Julan pulls a strap across my bent knees. He cinches it tight, keeping me exposed and open without having to hold me. The strap runs across my thighs and shins. I can’t move at all, and my tummy flutters.
I groan when Yamal presses against my bladder. “I’ll drain her urine. I need the sample anyway.”
What does he mean? Drain it?
He pulls things out of his bag. I can’t see. It takes too much energy to lift my head. My hair is wild all around me, and Daddy sets his palm on my forehead. “She was wearing those panties when I bought her. She must ordinarily control her output.” He shifts his attention to me. “Do you have a place you usually eliminate, Little pet?”
I frown. “Yes. The bathroom. Let me go, please.”
