“She’s very agitated,” Yamal points out.
Duh. I want to roll my eyes at the doctor, but it seems like a bad idea. I’m on thin ice.
Yamal continues, “I can give her a shot to lower her anxiety, but if it’s going to persist, you might want to use suppositories instead. Pushing the medicine into her bottom and letting it dissolve will help subdue her. It will last several hours. You can do it as often as needed. She will be a handful if you don’t tame her. I wonder if all the humans are going to be as argumentative as this one.”
Again, it’s hard to hold back my retort. My chest is pounding. If Julan thought my heart rate was high before, it’s going to go through the roof if they keep talking about me like I’m a dog.
I’ve never had a pet, of course, so I don’t know much about them, but I’ve read books. I’m educated. I know that people onEarth used to keep dogs and cats and all sorts of animals as pets. They kept them in cages like the one I was in earlier.
Is Julan really going to put me in a kennel like Yamal suggested? The idea infuriates me further. I tug against the cuffs, squirming futilely because there’s no way I could escape even if I weren’t bound to the table.
The doctor grabs his bag, sets it at the foot of this table that’s far longer than necessary for me, and holds up a bottle. Without a word, he opens it and tips something into his hand.
I gasp when I see it. A giant pill that’s bigger than anything I’ve ever seen. There’s no way I could swallow it, but that’s not his intention. He just told Julan to put it in my bottom.
Bucking is getting me nowhere.
“Turn her over,” Yamal instructs.
Daddy grabs my hips and easily flips me onto my stomach like I weigh five pounds.
“No, Daddy, please. I’ll be good. I don’t want that inside me.” My wrists are pinned together so the strap easily flipped with me, leaving me still bound to the head of the table. I pull my knees under me, trying to get traction. Fight or flight instinct. I can’t let them do this.
Yamal comes to my side and chops the backs of my thighs with his forearm, forcing my knees to bend all the way under my stomach so that I drop down several inches. My knees are splayed wide at my armpits, my bottom exposed. Yamal sets a palm on my lower back and restrains me.
I can’t move an inch under his control. I’m sobbing again. “Daddy!”
Julan parts my lower cheeks before rubbing something cold and wet against my tight hole.
Yamal speaks to him. “Go slow the first time. Use one finger. We don’t know how tight her rectum is.”
I scream when Daddy pushes the huge pill against my hole. “No. Daddy, please!” I’m totally immobile, and they’re both ignoring me. I also need to pee really badly. I’m afraid I’m going to pee all over the table, especially since my bladder is now folded.
Daddy ignores me, easing the pill into my bottom. Everywhere he touches burns from his spanking. My face probably turns the same shade as my butt from the humiliation of having him do this.
I’m crying and begging to no avail. He continues pushing his finger in deeper. “She can take it,” he says. “She’s not too tight.”
“Good,” Yamal responds. “Hold the pill as deep as you can for a few minutes. You want it to fully dissolve. She should start to calm down soon. If not, you’ll need to increase the dose next time.”
Daddy doesn’t just hold it steady. He eases his finger in and out several inches over and over, stimulating nerve endings that aren’t supposed to be touched. I don’t like it. I want him to stop. I wish I’d been a good girl and kept my mouth shut. Why did I have to argue with them?
It’s all so infuriating, though. I’m not a dog. I’m a human being. They can’t treat me like an animal.
Except they can do anything they want because they’re bigger than me. Julan bought me. He purchased me to be his pet. He said I was bought for his amusement.
It’s hard to focus on anything but his finger. I try to ignore it, but I can’t seem to divert my attention. I try counting in my head, but I lose track of what number I’m on. Even crying doesn’t distract me. My sobs slow until I’m sniffling again. All I know is his finger and how it feels for him to touch a part of me no one should ever touch.
The tightness returns to my stomach. I’ve experienced this several times now. Slickness gathers between my legs. Myprivate parts tingle. They feel swollen and oddly needy. I want him to touch me there.
“I think she’s aroused,” Daddy whispers.
“You do?” Yamal asks.
“Yes. Can you smell it? Her cream?”
“No.”
“Mmm…” Daddy sounds perplexed. Suddenly, he reaches between my legs with his other hand and touches my private parts.
