Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
She tips her head back to look at me. Her eyes are wide and pleading. I suspect she’d rather we not leave her, but we must. It’s what’s best for her.
With my heart in my hands, I turn and walk away, Kafran at my side.
Chapter Fourteen
Mercy
Part of me wants to stab my Papis in the chests for leaving me here, but I don’t say a word. I’m flustered enough as it is. I don’t want to add a hard spanking to today’s list of activities, and I’m not positive they wouldn’t hesitate to spank me right here at the playground.
I sit cross legged, trying to ignore the giant dildo in my ass. I wonder if anyone else has something stuck up in their bottom or if they were forced to do so when they first arrived.
Ava reaches over and squeezes my fingers where they rest against my knee. She is stunningly gorgeous, like a model. I look nothing like her, but she does have huge boobs. I’ll give her that.
“I know you’re nervous,” she says, “but I promise you’ll make friends and adjust to your new life. We all have. It’s so weird here. The first time my Papi, Ganrax, brought me to the park I wanted the planet to swallow me whole. I was so scared to meet other people.”
“Me, too,” Janelle says. “I was homeless when I met my Papi, Tekfan. He saved my life. But I was still scared.”
Christine nods. “I was working nights cleaning Club Zoom. I wasn’t supposed to meet anyone, but Strogan found me and swept me away. I’m not sure I could have made the rent that month if he hadn’t saved me.”
Their stories are so interesting, and I realize we all come from different backgrounds. None of them are staring at my chest, nor have they made a single comment about my weight. I’ve never been skinny like Christine and Janelle, but I bet they feel just as self-conscious as I do.
I lower my gaze to everyone’s chest. Seems like the elephant in the room, so to speak. “Did it hurt?”
Janelle thrusts her small breasts forward again. “The piercings? No. Not at all. Your Papis will numb your nipples beforehand. You won’t feel a single thing.”
“She’s right,” Ava adds. “And when the numbness wears off, they will prick your skin again if you want.”
That’s a relief. “Are they more sensitive?” Seems like the most bizarre conversation to be having with perfect strangers, but it’s also my biggest concern today.
Christine fists her hands at her sides and sits stiffly. “You have absolutely no idea. There are no words. And don’t ever touch them unless you enjoy having your titties swatted. That really hurts.”
My cheeks heat. “Yeah, I already found that out.”
Ava winces. “Yikes. Then you know.”
“It’s okay to stare at them,” Janelle says. “We get it. We’ve all been in your shoes.”
Christine giggles. “Or bare feet.”
I can’t help but smile. That was funny. I dig my toes into the sand. It feels good. I don’t think I’ve ever played in a sandbox before.
“We were going to make a sandcastle,” Janelle informs me. “Do you want to help?” She holds out a shovel and bucket.
I cautiously take the two items from Janelle. When the three of them swing around onto their knees to fill their buckets, I hesitate and glance down at myself.
Ava smiles at me. “If you’re not strong enough yet to get on your knees or crawl around, don’t worry, we’ll help you.”
My heart is racing. “I’m fat,” I blurt out, feeling my face heat. Why did I have to say that? They can see that I’m fat.
Ava glances down at me. “You’re not fat. Who told you that?”
“Everyone.”
“No one on this planet,” Janelle adds, her eyes narrowed as if she’s about to get up and fight someone on my behalf.
I shake my head and lower my gaze. “No. Not yet.”
Christine sets her hand on my bicep. “I’m so sorry people were mean to you. It won’t happen here. We don’t judge here. We’re all equal. It doesn’t matter what we look like or where we came from or what our backgrounds are. We’re all Little girls now with nothing but diapers and nipple rings. If a Papi found out his Little girl was mean to another Little girl, he would discipline her so hard she’d never be able to sit down again.”
“That doesn’t mean people aren’t thinking about how fat I am when they look at me,” I respond.
Janelle straightens her spine. “Look at me. I’m so skinny no one can see me sideways. No matter how much I eat I’m still skinny. Do you think that didn’t embarrass me when I first arrived? It was humiliating. But now I know that no one cares about what anyone else looks like on the outside. It’s on the inside that matters. You’re perfect just the way you are.”