Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
I groan when Yamal presses against my bladder. “I’ll drain her urine. I need the sample anyway.”
What does he mean? Drain it?
He pulls things out of his bag. I can’t see. It takes too much energy to lift my head. My hair is wild all around me, and Daddy sets his palm on my forehead. “She was wearing those panties when I bought her. She must ordinarily control her output.” He shifts his attention to me. “Do you have a place you usually eliminate, Little pet?”
I frown. “Yes. The bathroom. Let me go, please.”
“You use a receptacle? You can hold your peepee in?” He cocks his head to one side as if surprised. “Apparently so, or you would have wet yourself.”
I scowl now. “Can you not control your pee?” I ask, my voice sassy.
His brows rise. “Such a naughty girl. It’s going to be challenging training you, isn’t it?”
My frown that switched to a scowl now turns to a pout.
I flinch when Yamal presses against my pelvis again. I’m going to pee all over the table any second. Something touches my sensitive skin, and then I have the oddest sensation as he pushes it into me.
“It’s a catheter, Little pet. A tube that will let your urine run out so the doctor can take it back to the lab and check what’s in it.”
I purse my lips, fighting the urge to cry again.
Daddy strokes the corners of my eyes. “You’re a very emotional being, Little pet. Are all humans so quick to shed tears?”
I sniffle but don’t respond. I’m not emotional. He’s making me mad.
Relief consumes me as my bladder empties. I let out a long breath.
“There we go,” Daddy says, smiling. “Better?”
I nod and then remember he doesn’t like that. “Yes, Daddy,” I murmur.
“Where exactly do you usually eliminate, Little pet?”
“In a toilet. Where do you?”
“Ahhh. Okay. I think I understand. Some words do not translate. It would seem we have a communication barrier when there is no word in the other language. Like dog. No idea what that is. You said it earlier. I assume a toilet is a hole you sit on to eliminate waste?”
“Yes. And a dog is a pet you keep in a kennel. I’m not one of those.”
He chuckles. “So sassy.” He turns to the doctor. “No one was sure how humans emptied their bladders and bowels, so I’ll diaper her for now. She could also use a litter box. I’ll look into it.”
The blood leaves my face. “I’m not a baby or a dog or a cat, for that matter,” I insist. “I use a toilet. You’re not diapering me. And I’m not using a litter box. They are for cats.”
He cocks his head and frowns.
“Do you people have no pets?” My voice rises.
“Do you want me to spank you again, naughty girl? I don’t think you want to anger me while you’re restrained on your back. If I have to swat you, I’ll do it on your pussy.”
I shudder from head to toe. My jaw drops.
“You’ll wear a diaper for now. In fact, you’ll wear a diaper until I say otherwise. If you’re cooperative, I’ll do some research and look into another type of receptacle you can use in the future. If you whine about it, you will wear a diaper indefinitely.”
I close my mouth and grit my teeth.
The doctor pushes something into my bottom, making me whimper.
“It’s just a thermometer,” Daddy tells me.
I don’t like it. Why must they keep touching me there?
“I don’t think the dose of anti-anxiety medicine was enough,” Yamal comments. “Next time you use it, double it.”
My heart isn’t racing as much as it was before, but I certainly still feel stressed. If that pill Daddy put in my butthole calmed me any, I’d hate to think how I’d feel without it.
The stupid rod leaves my hole, and the doctor holds it up. “Ah, she runs a few degrees cooler than us. That would explain why she feels chilly. It’s not enough to hurt her. You can bargain with that information, too. Give her a blanket in her kennel if she’s well-behaved. Make her shiver in there if you need to discipline her.”
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.