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)
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. My private 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.
I lift my head and arch my chest as every bit of my focus shifts from my bottom to the place he’s stroking.
“She’s soaked,” Julan states.
“Interesting.”
“A lot more than Venkorian females. I don’t recall them getting quite this wet when they engage in coitus.” His statement is so odd, I can’t process what he means.
Yamal chuckles. “When was the last time you had sex with a partner?”
Julan shrugs. “Can’t remember. Probably twenty or thirty years ago.”
I’m so confused. Why would he go that long without having sex if there are women available?
I moan when Julan drags his fingers through my folds and then holds them up. “See?”
“Wow. You’re right. That is a lot,” Yamal comments.
They’re talking about my private parts like I’m not even in the room. I’m so humiliated. Maybe something is wrong with me. I have no idea how wet humans get when they have sex. I’ve never had sex. My education on that subject is limited.
I’m aware how humans made babies before the end of Earth. When there were still men, they put their penis inside a woman and emptied their seed into her womb to get her pregnant. It’s knowledge I have learned from books. Until today, I’ve never seen a male of any type.
Why does Julan seem to know so little about Venkorian women?
Yamal continues, “I don’t get called to provide medical care for women, so it’s been a long time since I examined one, but when they procreate, they masturbate themselves, rubbing their pussies until they find pleasure before releasing their semen from a pouch next to their uterus. It is possible they get that wet.”