I grit my teeth again.
Yamal ignores me. “What we know is that she has some level of intelligence and has a strong will. She will therefore be harder to train than expected. Be firm. Make sure she knows the rules. Don’t waver. Discipline her every time she breaks them. Use a leash and the kennel for now. She needs to learn her place.”
The doctor unstraps my legs.
It’s a relief to be able to extend them. My arms are still cuffed, but I don’t say a word. I don’t know how angry Daddy is feeling or what rules he intends to enforce. I should try really hard to be more obedient.
“She’s probably hungry,” Yamal says. “Give her a bottle. Monitor her to make sure she doesn’t have an allergic reaction to it. If she keeps it down and seems to thrive, you can add some dry kibble tomorrow. Small amounts at first. Nothing else. We don’t know what her digestive tract can handle yet. Other beings from other planets have done well with the formula and kibble. That’s all the data we have on feeding small alien creatures.”
I want to scream. My body tenses.
I’m not a pet. I’m not a pet.
Except, apparently, I am.
The doctor closes his bag. “Call me anytime. I can be here in minutes. If she has an allergic reaction, call me right away. She should also empty her bowels. If she doesn’t by tomorrow, let me know. If she’s stubborn and refuses to expel, I’ll give her an enema and wash out her bowels.”
I don’t even know what he’s saying. He’s using words I do not understand. But whatever it is, I don’t like it. I hate him. I hate everything about this experience. I want to go home.
“I’ll see myself out.”
I’m glad when the door closes.
Daddy returns his attention to me. He lets his gaze roam up and down my extended frame before stroking my skin with his fingers. He starts with my legs and then my tummy.
When he circles my nipples, I arch into his touch and moan. My anger starts to evaporate.
“Such a pretty Little pet. I didn’t realize how attractive you would be,” he says softly.
I stare at him. His face is relaxed now. He’s smiling slightly. His dark eyes are dilated as he explores my body. He’s more muscular than anyone I know, but I only know women. I’ve seen pictures of human males. I assume the men from my planet were also firm. But not like this. And not this large.
He otherwise looks human, except for his size.
Daddy taps one of my nipples, and I whimper.
“So responsive. You’re a very sexual being. That’s unexpected. I wonder how compatible we might be. You’re making my cock very hard.”
I have so many questions. And I’m not interested in discussing his manhood. It’s too embarrassing. So I ask one of the million things on my mind. “You don’t have relationships with your own women?”
He shakes his head. “Not often. Venkorian women don’t need us to procreate. They live together in compounds. They reproduce using their own organs. It wasn’t always that way. They’ve evolved over hundreds of years. Are human women not able to create offspring without men?”
I shake my head. “No. That’s why there are no children on the space station. I’m one of the youngest. I was sent to the space station as a baby shortly before Earth’s demise. Only girls were saved. We were supposed to use semen to inseminate ourselves years later, but the specimens were inadvertently destroyed a decade ago. On Earth, men put their, uh…shaft inside the woman and emptied their seed into her.”
He nods, chuckling. “Like pets.”
I roll my eyes. “If you don’t stop calling me a pet…”
He grins. “If you don’t stop sassing me… But to elaborate, sometimes Venkorian men have sex with our own women. We used to do it more frequently. Since it’s not necessary any longer, we rarely bother. I have had sex with women, but not for a long time. It’s not something we engage in frequently. We do it for the fleeting release. There is no emotional connection binding us together.”
What an odd culture. I don’t even know what to say in response.
He continues, “We take care of our physical needs without a partner.” He lifts a brow.
I frown, not sure what he means.
“We masturbate, Little pet. Like the doctor said. I’m surprised humans don’t pleasure themselves.”
I lick my lips. “Maybe, uh, maybe they did on Earth. I don’t know.”
