All the air leaves my lungs. I’m not even sure my heart is still beating. He’s not joking.
I lose my mind when Dankin opens my diaper and pulls it out from under me. It’s one thing for him to see my boobs. I don’t want him to see my private parts. I’ve never even been to a gynecologist on Earth. Let alone on a spaceship. I’ve never needed such an intimate exam since I’ve never had sex.
Tugging on my wrists, I buck and squirm as if I might be able to escape my restraints if I try hard enough. And where would I go? I’m on a spaceship filled with giant alien men. It’s not like I could take off running naked through the ship and somehow escape.
Papi sets a palm on my tummy while Dankin secures my legs against the table with his hands.
Suddenly Papi leans over me, captures one of my nipples in his mouth, and sucks. If that’s not shocking enough, the next thing I know, he pierces my breast with his quill. He’s not quick about it either. He lingers.
I’d nearly forgotten this ability he has, or maybe I blocked it out in my mind because it’s too strange to grasp.
When he lifts his head, I’m fully prepared to shout at him. I don’t think I’ve ever yelled at anyone in my life. I’m too mild-mannered to do such a thing. But he can’t just be pricking my skin anytime he wants.
By the time he meets my gaze, some of the umph has leaked out of me. I’ve stopped bucking against him and Dankin.
“That’s my girl. Deep breaths, Little one. Let your body relax.”
I whimper. Darn him. “I don’t like it when you do that,” is the only protest I manage to muster.
“I will always do whatever is necessary to ensure you are safe, Little one. Lying still so the doctor can examine you is not optional. It never will be. We take our mates’ health veryseriously on Eleadia. You’ll be visiting the local clinic frequently so the doctors there can monitor you and make sure you’re both emotionally and physically well. That includes checking your sexual responses. No part of your health will be ignored starting now.”
His voice is stern as he gives me that lecture. He’s not going to be flexible on this issue. I’m not sure he’s going to be flexible onanyissue. He’s very bossy.
Papi’s hand slides around my breast, and he pinches my nipple. “Are you going to be polite and obedient while Dankin examines you, or do you need me to spank you before he continues?”
I sniffle. In my mind, I want to argue with him. I want to tell him to go jump in a lake. But I can’t bring myself to be as disagreeable as I’d like. It’s not natural for me. I’ve been ridiculously agreeable my entire life. I don’t know how to be disobedient.
“Do I need to count to three, Little one?”
“No, Sir.” I shake my head. Maybe I should just let him spank me. Some strange part of me is curious to know what that would feel like, but I don’t want him to do it in front of the doctor. That would be so humiliating. “I’ll be good.”
He smiles before kissing my offended nipple—the one he both pierced and pinched. It’s such a strange thing to do. People don’t kiss their partner’s nipples in public. But apparently Eleadians do. Baffling.
“Are you ready for the doctor to continue, Bailey?”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur.
Dankin comes to my side and extends a strap across my chest. It cinches tight below my breasts, leaving me panting. I’ve already learned that restraints make me aroused. It’s illogical, but it happened earlier in the weird basin when Papi secured my wrists to the sides.
A rush of arousal made my pussy wet the moment my wrists were secured to this table. The addition of the strap across my chest nearly causes me to moan. And then Dankin lifts my leg and settles it in a metal stirrup like the kind I’ve seen on television for gynecological exams.
I’m panting as Papi does the same to my other leg. They don’t just situate my legs in the device. They also wrap straps around my legs in three places. I’m so embarrassed I want to fall through a crack in the floor. I’d be willing to be ejected into space so I could float away. That’s how mortified I am.
It’s not my nudity that has me flustered. It’s the fact that wetness is dripping out of my pussy. I’m certain Papi is aware. He can smell it. Can Dankin scent my arousal, too?
The doctor pulls me toward the end of the table a few inches before pressing a button somewhere that causes my legs to spread open far wider. Obscenely wide.
He puts on gloves and then holds up a tube of something and squeezes a lot of it onto his finger before spreading the white cream all over my pussy and down to my rectum.
“That needs to sit for several minutes, Little one,” Dankin informs me.
“What is it?” I ask.
Papi pats my breast. “It’s going to remove the hair from your pussy, Little one. From now on your skin will be smooth and free of hair.”
“Why?” I hate how much calmer I feel. I know I should be in a total panic, but I’m not because of Papi’s quill.
“Remember your manners, Little one,” he warns.
