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)
I like his office. He has set up a corner for me with a pile of soft blankets and pillows so I can be comfortable while he’s at his computer. I nearly always have a pacifier in my mouth, except when we’re actively engaged in conversation. I find it soothing. Like many other aspects of my new life, I’ve been trained to crave the near-constant suckling. Sometimes, I hum quietly behind the nipple.
Daddy has provided me with several things to entertain myself, but my favorite is the e-reader. He has filled it with books from the space station’s database. It was thoughtful of him, and it allows me to escape my reality for a while.
I know he adores me. For one thing, he rarely takes his gaze off me for a minute. I can feel him looking at me while he’s on the phone. It’s like I have a new awareness. I can sense him, and every time I turn to look, I find him eyeing me speculatively with a slight smile. He’s pleased.
I haven’t been fighting him because it doesn’t seem wise. I’ve decided to bide my time, figure out what his long-term plans are for me. I suspect I won’t be able to control my inner need to tell him to take a hike forever, but I’ve managed for several days.
Maybe my ire is simmering. It might reach a boiling point one of these days and come bursting out of me. But the longer I’m here, the more apparent it becomes that there’s no chance of escape.
Where would I go even if I could? I’m a tiny speck of a human compared to the giant alien men who live here. I can see them wandering around on the sidewalks when I look out the window.
Daddy has just set me on the floor when I come up with my first question of the day. I often have several.
“Hands and knees,” he reminds me, as if I could have forgotten that I’m not allowed to stand on two legs. That rule infuriates me, but like the others, I’m holding my tongue.
I quickly crawl over to the floor-to-ceiling windows to look at the street many stories below. “Where are your women?” I ask him. I don’t know why I haven’t thought to question him on this before.
“Most of the females on Venkoria live together in their own communities.”
I turn to look at him and frown. “Why? Do you not get married?”
He shakes his head as he lowers to his seat and turns on his computer. “We don’t have any particular bond with our females, like it seems humans did on your Earth. Occasionally, we interact with them, but there is no allure. Until I met you, I never expected to feel such a strong connection to another living being, especially not the sort that makes me want to strip your clothes off and thrust my cock into you until neither of us can remember our names.”
My body reacts to his blatant words. He’s made it clear that he intends to put his cock inside me. He’s explained the process and told me that every time he pushes his tongue into my pussy, he’s preparing me to take his shaft soon.
His wicked tongue… He penetrates me with it at least twice a day, stretching me wider each time, using the evil vibrations to force me to orgasm over and over. It’s hard to get mad at him since he spends so much time pleasuring me. But the reality is, no matter how good he treats me, I’m still a prisoner. I don’t like that fact.
Shaking thoughts of his vibrating tongue from my mind, I continue my line of questions. “How do you have babies if you don’t enter into relationships with your women?”
“Our females don’t need our sperm to procreate like humans do. They’ve evolved over time and can impregnate themselves.”
I gasp. That’s shocking. And kind of sad. No wonder he’s enamored with me. He’s spent his entire life without passionate companionship. But what am I thinking? So have I. I never expected to have any relationship with a man. Without any surviving males and no sperm, we’ve known for many years our species was destined to end within a few decades.
I’ve often wondered about the ill-conceived decision to fill the space station with only women. In theory, the plan had been for us to be inseminated with the many sperm specimens that were loaded onto the space station with us. The accidental destruction of that sperm meant the end of our line.
It would seem the governing body, which hastily sent female babies and toddlers to outer space, had two thoughts in mind. One was to fill the entire ship with only girls to maximize the likelihood of saving the species without diluting the gene pool. Two was the hope that eventually we would be able to return to Earth or be discovered by another planet where we could reproduce.