Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Is it a blessing that we were found by a race of people who apparently intend to rescue all of us by bringing us to Venkoria? I’m not sure. If this is how every one of my peers is treated, it won’t always go well.
Some of the women are more docile than others. They might have an easier time accepting a life in captivity. Others, like myself, are leaders and less likely to give in to the whims of this alien species.
I’m here, though. Lasim—Daddy—has shocking methods he obviously intends to use to get me to bend to his will.
At this moment, the only recourse I have is to stay as still as possible. Perhaps that was part of his aim, to keep me from struggling. I certainly can’t squirm around with this chain wedged between my pussy lips and butt cheeks. Not without pleasuring myself.
I doubt he minds if I bring myself to orgasm. It’s probably part of his long-term plan to get me accustomed to the leash. It’s ingenious and conniving. I may be an intelligent being, but he’s outwitting me in a battle of wills.
I’m quiet while he supports me with one hand and uses the other to prepare a bottle for me. The only nourishment I’ve had since arriving has been the formula he feeds me. Luckily, it tastes good, and it’s been a while since I’ve had a balanced diet, so the formula is making me feel healthier, even though I’ve been asleep most of the time.
Daddy settles in his armchair and swings me around so I’m cradled in his arms.
I suck in a breath during this jostling, clenching both my pussy and my bottom against the rub of the chain.
I’m surprised when Daddy lets me hold my own bottle. He usually does it for me. As soon as I start sucking, I find out why he wants his hand free. He slides his palm under the bottle to the center of my chest, fingers the clasp on my collar, and starts flicking it open.
Pop…pop…pop…pop…
Each time he lets it snap closed again, he gives a tiny tug, putting subtle pressure against my pussy. It’s maddening, and I have to force myself to focus on sucking. Maybe if I put it out of my mind.
After several minutes, Daddy stops pulling on the chain with every pop. Like earlier, he starts staggering how often he jerks the leash. It’s infuriating how conditioned I already am to anticipate the pressure that accompanies the pop sound. Each time he flicks the clasp, I clench my pussy, whether or not he actually pulls against the little nub.
Darn him. I’m starting to think I am a trained animal.
NINE
Three days later, we’ve established a routine. I don’t like it, but I’m living with it. I can predict many parts of every day. I sleep and eat on a strict schedule. Even though I haven’t seen a clock or any other sort of timepiece, I know he must be using something to decide precisely when it’s time to switch things up.
I’ve learned that he works for the Venkorian government’s Department of Labor. He manages many people, and his place of employment is on another floor of this very building. He says he rarely needs to leave the building at all, which makes keeping me safe significantly easier.
Food is delivered to the apartment. If I need a doctor, he will come here. It seems like Daddy intends to keep me sequestered most of the time. I’d love to leave the building eventually so I can see what the planet looks like. But I’m also not anxious to be carried around looking like a baby for everyone to see.
On top of that, I have anxiety about being in crowded places where someone might try to kidnap me. The idea scares me to my core. I sort of wish he’d never brought it up, but it’s for the best. My fear keeps me from begging him to take me outside. It also prevents me from constantly plotting my escape.
Not that I could get away from Daddy if I tried. For one thing, he rarely leaves me alone for more than one minute. And when he does, he restrains me so securely that I’m like an incarcerated serial killer on death row.
My imagination has a tendency to run wild. In my twenty-four years, I read a great deal of the literature we had available to us on the space station. There were physical books, but the majority of our reading material was in digital format. I’m well-read about the history of my former planet, but I’ve also read a lot of fiction.
I’ve just finished my first bottle of the day, and Daddy brings me into his home office, where he spends a few hours every morning working. He’s not working full-time while I acclimate, but he needs to check in on things and make sure no one needs him.