Page 25 of His Little Hessonite
Dankin glances at her and gives her a warm smile. “Eleadians can scent a lot of different things.”
She groans. “I’m not dreaming.”
“No, Baby girl.”
Dankin presses a spot on her tummy where I know her bladder is located. “Can you pee for me, Little one?”
She shakes her head defiantly.
“Okay,” he responds casually as though the subject is closed.
I’m certain the subject is not closed. My girl is in for a rude awakening.
Without a word, Dankin secures Clara across the waist before lifting her legs one at a time into stirrups and fastening straps at her ankles and thighs.
She starts panting when he guides the stirrups gradually wider and angles them so that her knees are drawn up higher.
When Dankin removes her diaper, she whimpers. I set my hand between her breasts, but nothing will calm her fully. She’s about to experience things she can’t imagine.
Our bond is so powerful that she’s aroused from my touch. It’s frustrating her, but she can’t fight it.
Dankin examines her folds and then parts her lips. “She’s healing well from the claiming. You didn’t wash her out?” he asks, glancing at me.
“No. I didn’t come inside her. I left the remnants of my semen in her cunt and calmed her with several pricks to her pussy lips.”
Clara’s eyes are wide, her mouth gaping open. “Must you be so blunt?”
“This is our way, Little one.” I stroke the swell of her globes with my fingers. “My people are not bashful about sex. It’s a strange custom among humans. Everyone would be happier and healthier if they were more open about their sexual needs.”
She shakes her head. “How about we not talk about my private parts so much.”
Dankin applies lube to a speculum and eases it into my Little girl’s pussy.
She squirms, but I don’t detect pain in her, only embarrassment mixed with arousal, which is normal.
“Everything looks good. She’s healing quickly.”
I’m relieved.
When Dankin grabs a clear tube from the tray next to him and applies lubricant to the tip, I bend over and kiss my girl briefly. “The doctor is going to put a catheter in you now, Little one.”
Her breath hitches. “What? Why?” Her voice is high-pitched and filled with fear.
“He needs to empty your bladder, Baby girl. It’s not safe for you to hold your urine in. You haven’t wet yourself since you got here.”
She squirms and tugs on the restraints to no avail. “I can pee. I don’t need a catheter.”
“You could have,” I point out, “but you didn’t. Now you’ll wear the catheter until we’re ready to leave the mothership. I’lltake it out after you go into stasis. You won’t be able to control your bladder or your bowels during the trip, nor will you be able to control them at first when we arrive on Eleadia. By the time you can flex those muscles again, you will have learned to keep your diaper wet for me.”
She shakes her head. “No. Please, no. I’ll use the bathroom.”
“There are no bathrooms on my planet, Little one. We don’t have toilets like you’re used to. You will be diapered at all times, and I will take care of all your needs, including feeding you and changing you.”
She narrows her gaze and glares at me before suddenly gasping.
A glance down tells me why. Dankin is inserting the catheter. He slowly guides the little tube into her urethra until he finally stops.
I watch as urine runs out of my Baby girl and into a bag which he connects to the table between her legs.