Breeding Hospital

Book 1

P. Parker

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WARNING

This book contains very dark content.

Triggers include anorexia, self-mutilation, and suicide attempts.

Alien abduction, obviously, by a very sadistic alien.

A bratty human.

Spanking, bondage, figging (if you don't know what figging is, be cautious when researching), “packofilia”, which is the fetish for being placed in small and tight spaces, mummification (although not extreme), breeding, pet play, fire play, cages, double penetration (one involving a tail), knotting, voyeurism, and many other similar things.

Some items used in the story: plugs, vibrators, chastity belts (she is almost always wearing these when not being used for sex). Paddles, canes, spanking benches, cages, etc.

If these things scare or offend you, it's better not to read.

ON THE OTHER HAND: the alien is obsessed with her and her well-being, it has a happy ending, he is very affectionate, caring, and she ENJOYS everything that is happening. There is no betrayal or non-consensual acts (except for CNC). Everything that happens to the character is because she WANTS and CONSENTS. So, there's no need to be afraid in that sense. Here, we only like to be scared with consent and only engage with pain if we're enjoying it, so if that's your thing too, happy reading!

To all the naughty girls who dream of being abducted by extremely muscular, caring, nurturing, and, of course, amazing in bed, alien men with weird dicks. I hope this book brings you closer to that dream! And be good girls, read it until the end, and leave a review, okay? Otherwise, you will get a spanking.

1 .

I gazed into the mirror; blood was everywhere, my blood. My green eyes stared back at me, and my dark brown hair clung to my face, a mix of sweat and the blood flowing from my arms to my hands. Desperation seized me as I clutched my face, and I witnessed my cheeks become stained with the deep crimson liquid. I wanted to vomit, but I was too weak. Who would have thought that one day I'd be too weak to vomit, I pondered, considering my habit of always purging the food I ate.

My gaze fell upon the razor I had used; it lay on the floor. My arm was open; the blood was mine. It soaked my clothes, covering the entire bathroom. Memories of the first time I menstruated flashed in my mind; I was terrified to see that blood in my panties, and now it was the same. I was bleeding too fast, and I was going to die.

I knew I was going to die, but I didn't want to. I knew I had done this to myself, and I wasn't intoxicated or anything. I was fully aware of what I was doing when I took the razor and decided to cut my arm from top to bottom.

I knew I was going to die, but now that I had done it, I didn't want to anymore. I had a few seconds to dial the emergency number, but how would they get into my house? Maybe they would break down the door? I didn't even have a cat or a dog to meow or bark and lead them to the bathroom where I was locked. My parents were already dead, and my few friends were only good for partying with me.

I had no one to call for help. I had never felt so alone, perhaps I was indeed dying.

My life flashed before my eyes, not my whole life, just what I had done earlier. I had gone to Starbucks, ordered a cinnamon frappuccino, a special for the holidays. I loved frappuccinos, and I didn't care about the flavor because they all tasted like coffee, sugar, and whipped cream; that's what I was after.

But this one was watery. It tasted like nothing but ice. The woman who served me was in a foul mood and chewed gum rudely with her mouth open. She wrote my name as "Sarah," even though I had told her it was "Sara," without an "H," and for some reason, I was sure that petty detail had contributed to my complete psychological breakdown.

Before Starbucks, I had quit my job. I liked my job, but they didn't like me much. They called me into my boss's office, told me I was childish and unprofessional. I worked in a library at an elementary school. That had been my dream job, and when I got it, I could hardly believe it. I had prayed for it. But the reality was a bit different; my colleagues seemed like vipers. If I said something to them in the morning, by the afternoon, the whole school had heard. I had said I didn't like the coffee served there, and in the afternoon, my boss asked me if I wanted to do better. That I could brew coffee for everybody, every day, if I knew I could do a better job.

I couldn't trust anyone—and to make matters worse, I didn't like forbidding the students who came there from asking questions and choosing the books they wanted to read. That didn't sit well with the administration; they liked controlling everything the students could or couldn't do, dictating how to think. They didn't like the freedom I gave them. What was I expecting from working at a school?

I was expecting to change that, I thought to myself.

My pale face was even paler than it already was. I didn't feel any pain; it hurt at first, but then my brain numbed me. Maybe it was the wrong thing to do. Brain, I should be suffering, paying for what I did.

I had decided to quit my job because I didn't want to deal with that environment anymore. I could live off the money my parents had left, although it wasn't much. They left me a one-bedroom apartment, and I didn't live a life of luxury.

But that decision to resign from my dream job and the fact that the frappuccino was completely watery and tasteless led me home to no one. I tossed the keys of my 10-year-old popular car on the empty dining table, which would never be occupied. The same car my father had taught me to drive when I was 16 (or 15, I don't know) and had given me before he died five years ago, along with my mother, ironically, in a car accident.

I grabbed my phone. No messages, no notifications. No likes on my art posts, which I worked so hard on and posted on Instagram, thinking that one day I could open a small studio and sell paintings. Move to the beach, find someone. I knew they were futile dreams. I was very alone and felt even more alone because I had no one to share the fact that I had gathered the courage to quit. I had no one to talk to and no one to invite to my home to try to make a coffee that tasted better than that frappuccino and the school coffee.

I don't know if it was these little things or the fact that I had been alone for years – my grandmother, on the day of my parents' funeral, had told me I could move in with her, but since then, she had become too ill with Alzheimer's. I had no other relatives to rely on, and my friends said they would be by my side, but they always had something else to do. I didn't blame them; that's how adult life was. Or maybe it was the fact that I had tried so many careers, switched fields so many times, searching for something I truly enjoyed, but all I felt was a cutting emptiness in my chest.

All I know is that I went to the bathroom and grabbed the razor, very sharp. When I started making the cut, it hurt, but then it didn't hurt anymore, and now I was going to die because of it.

2.

When I woke up, I wasn't in the hospital. That was the first thing that crossed my mind: I'm not at home, and I'm not in the hospital.

So, did I really die?

I found myself in an unfamiliar setting, entirely metallic and gray. I could only describe it as the inside of a tin can. I had never been anywhere like it. I thought to myself that it should smell like sardines there, but it didn't. It didn't smell like anything, and I chuckled at that thought, still groggy. Then, I came back to myself and remembered what I had done.

I looked at my arms desperately, searching for the blood, but my arm was whole, as if I had never touched it. I was seated in a kind of chair, realizing I couldn't get up because a belt held me in place. However, I couldn't find a way to release that belt; maybe there wasn't one. But I was extremely calm. I glanced at my clothes and noticed I was wearing a simple white dress. I was barefoot; my brown hair fell on my shoulders, already dry, and there was no trace of blood on me, which brought me tremendous relief.

I didn't know where I was or who had taken me there, but I knew I was alive. I felt my heart beating and my lungs filling and emptying with air as I breathed. If I were dead, I wouldn't feel my body, right? I decided that I was indeed alive.

And just that thought seemed to make fireworks explode inside my chest with happiness. I was alive; I had another chance, and I would never do something as stupid as what I did. I would fix my problems. I would adopt a rabbit. I could, if I wanted to, find another job, and it wouldn't matter if someone treated me badly because I wouldn't care. And I could grow my art account; I just had to keep insisting. I could make new friends, maybe attend a local course, and I could have another frappuccino made by someone else, which might taste normal.

I was so happy with that thought that I even laughed. The sound of my own laughter seemed strange in my ears since that metallic room only had me and was very silent. And I don't know if it was my laughter that made them realize I was awake, but a few seconds later, a door opened in front of me. The door was practically invisible; it opened quickly from one side to the other, sliding, and after it closed, it disappeared again.

I was speechless at the sight of the creature that entered.

He was enormous, certainly over 7 feet, and he was shirtless. I could see his extremely defined body, surely with less than 5% body fat, abs so defined it seemed ridiculous. His skin was blue, and he wore pants that looked like material from Earth doctors' uniforms, black. He seemed like a normal human, if not for the monstrous size and skin color. He also had red eyes, a mouth with sharp teeth, which, when he smiled, resembled shark teeth, and long, golden hair combed backward. A long and also blue tail protruded from the pants, which was very strange.

But even stranger was the fact that I didn't scream, didn't make any comments. I was confused about how I could be so calm. That was definitely a creature from another world; there was nothing like it on planet Earth, not even at Disney.

"Good morning, dear. I'm glad you woke up. How are you feeling?" he spoke to me, and I understood him completely, which I didn't expect. I expected an alien language.

"I'm fine, thank you. Where am I?" I asked, surprised that my voice came out normal.

"You are in the Rehabilitation and Care Center for Stellar Beings, RCSB. We rescued you from the planet..." he hesitated for a moment, took out what looked like a thin wooden board from his pocket and read: "...Planet Earth." He smiled to himself and then looked at me again. "Wow, it's quite far from here. I've been there once; you have beautiful trees. That was my favorite part. You don't find many trees on other planets, you know?"

"Planets?" I asked. “This isn't some kind of joke? I'm really not on Earth anymore?"

Suddenly, I began to feel everything at once. Desperation began to take over me, and my heart started to beat very fast. I began to feel short of breath. "Is this serious? Or are you joking? This is a big joke and just a tasteless prank. Where are my cuts? Did I die?"

I tried to get up, but I saw that the belt held me. So I started shaking it, trying to free myself.

"Let me out! Take me back home, please!" I began to speak, feeling a crescendo of desperation.

He took a few steps toward me and said with a softened voice, "It’s okay, it’s okay, sweetheart, don’t worry. You’ll feel a little prick in 3, 2, 1..."

He placed his hand next to my neck; his hand was enormous compared to me. I realized he could kill me with two fingers if he wanted, but he didn't. He was very gentle; he just touched me, and I felt a sharp pain, like getting a shot. But in the same second, I felt calmer.

"Better now?" he asked, smiling and stepping back. I noticed how handsome and charming he was.

"What was that?" I asked, now with a calm voice.

"We are a special race with the power of healing within us. Imagine as if our bodies could create all kinds of remedies from the universe. I just gave you a tranquilizer so you can breathe and process all the information. I know there's a lot, and everything will be explained," he showed me his finger, and there was a tiny needle coming out of his fingertip. He retracted the needle and smiled.

"We travel through planets saving beings who ask for our help."

"How do they ask for help?" I asked. "I didn't ask for anything. I didn't even know about your existence."

"You asked the universe for help so you wouldn't die in a desperate situation. We pick up that kind of request. Some cases, we can't arrive in time and can't help, but in yours, we arrived well before you lost consciousness completely and managed to rescue you. Now you will be assigned to one of our Caregivers and stay here until you get better. Then you can choose whether to return to your old life."

"You would send me back to Earth?" I asked, extremely confused about what he had injected into me. I was calm and going along with his logic. If someone had told me something similar while I was on Earth, I would say that person had definitely eaten spoiled mushrooms. But I fully believed him, and he had a sweet smile and voice. Again, he smiled at me and nodded.

"We are not kidnappers. We just want to help. We use our healing power to save those we can. If you wish, you can stay with us, but if you want, we'll return you to your planet. However, you still have plenty of time to decide. Our treatment is long, and we can't just apply the medicine to you and return you immediately. It takes time for it to take effect, and there are multiple sessions. If we sent you back now, you wouldn't survive."

I nodded, as if understanding, but in reality, I was just accepting everything he said. I would think about whether it was all true, whether it made any sense, later, because now it was too much for me to absorb. There was only one fact: whether I was alive or not, I didn't know, but I was conscious at that moment, in that "tuna can" - that I was now sure was a spaceship, with that incredibly handsome alien, if I could call him that. And I no longer had cuts on my wrists; I was alive, very calm, and grateful not to have died.

"Alright, thank you very much," I said and felt my eyes warm with the tears that came to them. "I didn't want to die, and you saved me."

He smiled sweetly again, his eyes with an expression of pride. He ran his hand through his golden hair, and I felt my heart race. Him being shirtless wasn't helping.

"And what is the next step now?"

“Now you will be taken to our hospital. We’re currently in a spaceship as if we were in an ambulance, speaking in terms you understand, coming back from Earth. As soon as we get to the hospital, you will be assigned to a Caregiver who will explain your rehabilitation routine. You must listen to them to get better and follow everything they say. Of course, it will be a compatible Caregiver, don't worry. I must add that you are reacting very well. There are times when I have to give three doses or more of the same tranquilizer I gave you so that the creatures don't get hysterical hearing this."

I started laughing; he seemed surprised.

"I’m so very grateful. I may not be following everything you're saying, and sooner or later, I may think all this is madness and become desperate again, but for now, I want to laugh and jump because I'm very happy not to have died. As soon as I finished doing that stupid thing, I regretted it and wished from the bottom of my heart to go back, and you heard me. I didn't even know you existed, but now I owe my life to you. And I don't want to go back to Earth, at least not now. This is the greatest adventure anyone has offered me in my life. I have no one on Earth, no job, no relatives, not even a pet to miss me. I'm very excited to be here," I spoke without being able to contain myself, everything coming out at once.

He flashed one of his shark-tooth smiles, but it was the sweetest smile I had ever seen.

"I'm very glad to hear that, Miss Nova," he said, addressing me by my last name.

"You can call me Sara," I replied.

"And you can call me D. Our names are too complex for most beings in this galaxy, so we just chose a letter to represent them. I'll open the protection against celestial rays so you can see the outside of your journey as we arrive," he said, retrieving that wooden board from his pocket and pressing what must be some setting. The sardine can transformed; the wall next to me moved, sliding swiftly and contracting, revealing the universe outside. It was infinite. Indescribable.

I was left speechless; I never imagined seeing the stars up close, never imagined any of this. Countless stars sparkled like diamonds in the ebony of space, some close enough to seem almost within reach, while others stretched to the infinite horizon, creating a unique celestial tapestry. Spiral and elliptical galaxies drew intricate patterns, standing out against the darkness, while colorful nebulas added vibrant hues to the interstellar landscape, unveiling regions where new stars were being born.

But if it were a dream, I didn't want to wake up.

3.

When the ship stopped, I was asleep and woke up because the hands of that alien touched my shoulder. I saw that he was removing my belt; I thought I would be free from that point on, but then I saw that he excused himself and put something around my neck, like a collar. I didn't resist, after all, what would be my plan after that? Start screaming and running away? He was very careful, but it was strange. The collar was black leather; it wasn't tight, but I wasn't used to that treatment. So I just stared at him, confused.

"This is for safety reasons," he said, but didn't explain further, and I had no choice but to accept. He led me with the collar through the ship's corridors, and we descended a ramp to another planet. So it was true, everything he had told me was true. This wasn't Earth. When we descended from the ship and looked at the horizon, I saw three Suns shining. The sky wasn't blue either, but green. I didn't know what to say, so I remained silent, just observing. The ground was made of packed soil, scarlet in color, and there was a strange smell in the air. I couldn't exactly describe what the smell reminded me of, but it was a mixture of clay with cooked beans.

We walked a little, fortunately, because that place seemed to tire me more than usual. I was already out of breath when we entered a large building, also metallic like the ship. It had gray walls, and again, it reminded me of the inside of a sardine can. It was tall and enormous, like a hospital or - a thought crossed my mind briefly - a prison. But hospitals, prisons, schools, and barracks, they all looked the same, I quickly thought, trying to calm myself a bit. And I reminded myself: I had no choice, so getting desperate would be the worst thing to do.

Around me, there were several other beings being led in the same way, with a collar, inside. Most of them were quite strange; some had 4 arms and 3 legs and walked half crawling. Others looked humanoid but were definitely not human. The fact that there was no other human in sight began to distress me, and I started to think that it could indeed be just a dream, a very crazy dream that I would wake up from. Thinking about it relieved me a bit; if it were just a dream, I didn't have to worry, soon I would be in my bed on Earth. Or, I shuddered at the thought, in the hospital, after what I had done; I hoped it was the first option.

We entered the sardine can-colored hospital, and the interior was as sterile as the exterior and looked a lot like the ship. There were only long corridors of that same metallic color and several wings, whose doors opened sliding to the side and closed in the same way, disappearing when closed. It was impossible to tell where a door was; there were no windows in sight.

I and the other captives, as I thought at the moment, or better, patients as they would call us, were taken to a large hall after several corridors. The hall was vast and gigantic, and there we were placed in a line and directed to one of the chairs similar to the one I was strapped into on the ship. It also had a belt, and I felt my heart race at the thought that they would put me there again. The beings dealing with the line were like D, who had taken me there: huge, muscular, blue, and with a tail. The women were the same, but they covered their ample and enormous breasts with a kind of metallic bra. Everyone was very efficient and spoke little among themselves, focused on their work.

I was led to a chair by D, and he put me there, tying the belt around my waist. I felt my eyes fill with tears and almost begged him not to leave me there alone, scared. He noticed this and opened a kind smile, placing his gigantic hand on my neck again in a caring manner.

"It's okay; everyone will be kind to you. We are here to take care of you. Don't worry, little one."

And before I could say anything, he pricked me in the neck again, giving me another one of those tranquilizers. I immediately felt better.

"But can't you stay here with me?" I asked, hearing my own crying voice.

"I am not a Caregiver; I am a Transporter, so unfortunately, I have to return to the ambulance ship. But don't worry, I have a great Caregiver friend, and I'll tell him to come directly to you. I'm sure you two will get along very well," he said, waving at me, turning around, and leaving me there, among the hundreds of chairs with other creatures sitting, tied like me.

There was a corridor of space between the chairs, and soon they stopped arriving new patients. The door of the hall closed, and it was just us there inside that windowless room with no possibility of escape. But fortunately, the tranquilizers were taking effect. My thoughts no longer raced in my head, and I felt much calmer.

I wondered how those Caregivers would be, but soon my curiosity was satisfied because they began to enter the hall in a line. They were aliens like D and the others - huge, muscular, blue with a tail, both women and men. They started walking between the rows, analyzing each one of us and making exclamations.

There were as many Caregivers as patients, and that probably meant there would be one for each or, at most, two. D had said they were as nice as he was, but I doubted it. And I soon found out that I was right - the Caregivers who passed analyzing me all acted the same. They stopped in front of me and looked me up and down, making exclamations but no comments. I felt that they were treating us more like animals than beings in need of care, almost as if they were choosing the best shoes to buy on sale.

A huge alien stopped in front of me and, without even talking to me or asking me anything, pulled my arm, looking where the cuts were. They were invisible, but as soon as the alien pulled it, they reappeared, and I let out a little scream because I wasn't expecting it. He looked me up and down, raised an eyebrow, and gave a sarcastic little laugh before letting go of me and going back to examining the creature next to me. I felt tears in my eyes again because of that; it wasn't right.

And he wasn't the only one. Soon, a woman appeared. She had long golden hair and was very strong. She brought her face very close to mine, and I shrank, trying to move as far back as possible. She smelled good, like lavender and blackberry, but still, I didn't like that she stuck her face so close to me. Afterward, she made the loud comment, "This one is skittish," and continued. I felt the urge to curse at her, but I was afraid of what she might do to me if I did, so I stayed silent.

Everything was starting to feel like a nightmare, and I closed my eyes tightly. Maybe it was all a dream, but if it was, I wanted to wake up soon. I was grateful to be alive, but if it was a dream, I wanted to go back to my body because I couldn't stand being analyzed by all those rude aliens, treated like an object. I closed my eyes and thought to myself, "If they want to analyze me like an object, they will have to do it without looking at my eyes because I won't look at them anymore." I felt my heart beating strongly with anger. D had lied to me; he had treated me so well, but he had been the only one so far. I wanted him to come back.

I opened my eyes from time to time, but keeping my eyes closed didn't seem to bother the Caregivers. They continued to analyze me like an object, regardless of whether I looked at them or not. I started to get very scared and short of breath.

I wanted to leave, I wanted to leave, I wanted to leave. I thought with all my might: "Please, take me back to Earth. I don't want to stay here anymore."

That's when I felt a hand next to my neck and a familiar voice.

"Hey, Sara, it's okay."

I opened my eyes with my heart beating fast. It was D, smiling at me, and next to him was a Caregiver.

I was stunned.

That was one of the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen in my life and the most handsome alien I had seen so far. He was so beautiful that my breath caught, and all I could do was stare, dumbfounded. He was as tall and as strong as D, but his hair was black, straight, and long. If he weren't an alien, on Earth, he could definitely be an actor or a model; he had the right proportions for it. His chin was angular, his eyes were of a penetrating black, and he had a wonderful smile that he opened for me when he saw me. His canines were slightly pointed, but not in a scary way like D's shark teeth. I even forgot, for a moment, all the fear I was feeling and the desire to go back home.

But I couldn't let D go again. So, I looked at him and whined:

"You lied to me, D," I said, upset.

"Oh?!" he exclaimed.

"The Caregivers treated me very badly until now. They're all staring at me like I'm a thing. One even pulled my arm without permission. They're not treating me well like you treated me. I feel like I'm in an exhibition.”

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. Some Caregivers can be like that, but most, I assure you, only want the best for the patients," he spoke. "This here is my friend I promised you. You can call him V," he introduced.

Just looking at him, I could already feel my cheeks flushing. When he flashed that beautiful smile with pearly teeth, I could hardly avoid blushing.

"Pleasure to meet you, Sara, isn't it?" he asked, and I nodded. "If you accept, I'll be your Caregiver. I'm sure any patient D has mentioned as worthwhile is because they are special."

I was more than ready to get out of there and have a Caregiver right away because since apparently, it wasn't a dream, and I had to stay there, let it be with someone so handsome, polite, and oh-so-sexy.

I almost screamed as I said, "Yes, please, I accept!" My voice came out squeaky, like that of a little girl too excited for a Christmas present.

Both of them laughed, but it was a warm and gentle laughter. V didn't hesitate to remove my belt and help me up from the chair, offering me his hand. My hand in his looked tiny, and I found myself blushing again. How long would that annoying reaction last?

"Well, if anything happens, call me," D said, and we waved to him.

Now, it was just V and me, and I could feel my heart pounding. Suddenly, I thought he might be noticing all of this, and perhaps he was even able to read my thoughts somehow. Anything was possible in that new world. I became even more embarrassed, and he seemed to find it amusing, giving a little chuckle.

"Do you prefer me to lead you by the leash or carry you?"

That question made me blush even more, and this time, I was sure I was red as a pepper.

"What?" I asked, hesitating.

"It's faster and easier if I carry you because our room is quite far from here. But I can lead you by the leash too."

"I... I can walk on my own..." I said. He chuckled.

"Well, that's not an option," he said and threw me over his shoulder as if I weighed no more than a bag of rice, without waiting for my response.

4.

I was shocked at first. If it were on Earth, I would be paranoid about my weight. I had never been the smallest of girls, and I was absolutely obsessed with diets, purging the extra calories I had consumed throughout the day. I would never let any of my boyfriends carry me on Earth. That would be unthinkable for me.

But I fit on his shoulder as if I were tiny because he was strong and muscular, his shoulders as broad as a wardrobe. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. He walked holding my thighs, and for a moment, I was worried that my dress would go up, exposing my backside to everyone. But he didn't seem to have the same concern. I kept still because I was afraid of throwing him off balance if I moved too much. I wondered if someone could see my parts, which were definitely exposed, as I felt the dress rising more and more. To make matters worse, I thought I was quite close to his face.

If I kept thinking about those things, I would surely have a shame syncope. So, I just closed my eyes tightly, wishing we would arrive soon. He was right; it was a long journey. We turned countless corridors, and it felt like an endless maze. We entered a platform that lifted us up, like an elevator, and came out on another floor exactly the same, turning various corridors again. When I thought we wouldn't arrive anymore, he finally stopped in front of a wall, placed his hand, and the wall slid aside, opening like a door. I saw our room. He put me down and smiled at me.

"Are you okay there? Welcome." I just managed to nod.

The room was quite large, and one of the walls was made of glass, offering a view. I could see that strange landscape of green sky, three suns, and red, beaten earth. But V went there and pressed a button on the side of the wall, changing the view to the infinite universe and its stars. I was surprised.

"D told me you really enjoyed seeing the universe, and we can change the view of the wall to whatever we want."

"Thank you," I said awkwardly.

In the room, there were other strange things: a huge capsule, but 8 feet high, near the wall; next to it, something I could only describe as a small mini-fridge; and several other strange machines throughout the room. There was no bed, but there was one of those chairs with a belt, and he gently pulled me by the leash over there, putting me in the chair and fastening the belt. I wanted to protest because I didn't want to be restrained in another chair again, but still dazed, I said nothing.

"I'll explain how the treatment works now. Okay? It can be a lot to take in at once, so let me know if you need me to stop."

I nodded. He smiled. I couldn't stop thinking about how handsome he was, with that black hair tossed to the side and his model-like smile.

"You were found in a critical state, almost terminal. Therefore, you must be treated not only on the outside but also on the inside. We've already treated your external injuries, but for you to be cured, it's necessary to treat the interior as well, in your organs and muscles that were injured. They were found in a state almost of decay."

When he said that, my stomach churned.

"Oh, my God…" I said, and he nodded sympathetically. "So, I practically died?" he nodded again.

"Human doctors wouldn't be able to save you. You had already lost almost all of your blood."

I widened my eyes, unbelieving, and tears welled up.

"If you need a moment, I understand," he said, but I shook my head.

"Please continue."

"Our treatment works as follows: we have the cure for all the diseases in the universe within us, but it's in our gametes, not in our blood or elsewhere, specifically in the gametes. And to heal you, it's necessary to put these gametes inside you. Unlike human gametes, which are only for reproduction and creating new lives, our gametes can act as regenerative cells for any tissue within the creatures' bodies, not limited to the reproductive system. In fact, it doesn't work for reproduction."

I was scarlet this time.

If I wasn't mistaken from my high school biology classes, what he was saying was simply that he would have to put his sperm inside me to heal me. This time, I felt my face burning, as if I had a fever, and I couldn't stop this annoying reaction in my body. He continued speaking:

"I know that for humans, this is a complicated act, something you only do with people you love or have a sexual interest in. But for our race, we use it to cure any disease in a much more trivial and mundane way. Of course, nothing is forced, and you can decide whether you want to continue with the treatment or go back to Earth. And of course, I won't pressure you into anything."

"I... I..." I tried to speak, unable to formulate a sentence. "But if I go back to Earth, will I die?"

"Well, since we've already treated your external wounds, perhaps you have some chance of surviving through some Earthly healing means. We stopped the bleeding and can leave you there after the ambulance has arrived and the rescue team is inside your apartment, to give them time to try to save you. But, as I told you, your condition was very serious."

I covered my mouth with my hands, not knowing what to do.

"And to stay here, I have to continue the treatment."

He nodded.

"This treatment is what allows you to live here on our planet too. We don't have oxygen and other things you have on Earth, and for you to stay alive here, you'll need this. For now, you're alive because you had these initial first aid - which doesn't involve gametes or anything like that, don't worry," he added, probably because I must have made a panicked expression. "The gametes are only for the long-term and subsequent treatment. But this initial treatment should be seen as first aid. It won't take effect for long; you need something truly reconstructive for your organism."

I nodded, trembling.

"You can continue explaining how it works," I said, weakly.

He gave an encouraging smile. "As you may have imagined, for this treatment, penetration into both of your holes is necessary."

I widened my eyes, covering my mouth with my hands.

"Both?" I murmured. He nodded, still very serious, and I don't know how he didn't laugh because my face must have looked funny as hell.

"It's the fastest and most complete way, and for you to endure it, you'll need to undergo training first because... you may have noticed, I'm much larger than you."

This time, I almost fainted.

"Training?" I asked, weakly.

"Yes. I'll show you," he said, still serious. I don't know how he wasn't laughing at me.

He went to a cabinet against the wall, also metallic like everything else, and took out two giant rubber dildo-shaped plugs. This time, I started tearing up with shame.

"You'll wear this all the time when you're not receiving treatment. This is training so that you can endure the treatment."

"Even when I'm sleeping?" I asked, unable to believe. "How am I going to pee?"

"You'll get used to it," he said, still with that serious doctor-like voice. "With the treatment, you won't need to eliminate waste; your body will change inside so that it's not necessary."

"So, I won't even pee or poop anymore?" I asked, unable to believe. He nodded. I didn't even know what to do with my face.

"I promise it's not bad; it's just that for you humans, it's a cultural tradition to think that this is something very personal and profound. It's more challenging for you than for other races accustomed to this type of treatment."

"Oh my God, I don't even know what to say," I said.

"And another thing, for the treatment to be as effective as possible, you must listen to me. I will give you instructions on what to do, and you have to obey because otherwise, you could compromise the entire treatment, and it may not work. This means you have to trust me as your Caregiver to know what's best for you to heal. And after the treatment, you can return to Earth with your health revitalized. In fact, even better. Probably, you won't get sick again in your life and will have a long life. Or, if you want, you can live here too because your body will be adapted due to training to live on this planet. Several patients choose this last option. So, what do you say? Would you like to try? If you want, you don't have to answer now. I can give you time to think, as I said, nothing is forced. But after you agree, you'll have to obey me and undergo the treatment properly. Is that okay?"

I felt my mouth dry. I was speechless. I only found myself nodding because what other choice did I have? I didn't want to go back to Earth. I had tried to end my life for a reason, and it was because I hated life there. And if I went back now, I would probably die anyway, from what he said.

"We can try," I said, and could hardly believe my own words. Those rubber dicks looked so big... both of my holes...

"So, I'll leave you now, settling into this new idea. I need to go take care of an urgent call. When I come back, we can start the training with the plugs for you to get used to it, okay?"

I nodded, still unable to believe it. It felt too much like a dream. He smiled again and approached the wall where we entered, placed his hand on the door, and the door opened by sliding.

Before leaving, he said, "Don't worry; I'll be back soon, okay?"

I nodded again.

"Do you want another calming injection?" he asked, and I shook my head.

"It's okay," I said, but even my own voice knew that was a lie. It wasn't okay. It was all too shocking for me to process at once, and I was even happy that he was going to leave and let me be alone for a while because I needed to think about what I would do. He smiled at me before leaving, and the door closed by sliding behind him, turning back into a wall, and I was left alone, still strapped to the chair.

At that moment, I only knew one thing: I was getting out of there. Nobody was going to take my two little holes.

5.

I felt a panic attack coming on. My chest was tight, and I was breathing rapidly. I would be dead on Earth, and they had saved me, but at what cost? Suddenly, I began to think: I have to get out of here, I have to get out fast, I'll escape, I'll bolt. It didn't make sense; I knew what he had said, that even on that planet, I wouldn't survive for long without treatment. Still, maybe his 'not for long' meant millennia, and my 'not for long' meant years, and I just needed to get out of there as quickly as possible.

I tried to manipulate the buckle and free myself, pulling it. I couldn't lift it much, but what I managed was enough for me to slip out of the chair and pass under the belt. I did that, relieved that everything there was much larger than me, and ran to the wall where he had placed his hand. I was worried, thinking that maybe the wall read his fingerprint or something, but as soon as I put my hand, it also opened for me easily.

I ran through the corridor, feeling my heart racing. It felt like a nightmare where I was trapped in an infinite labyrinthine building, with someone on my tail. I didn't know if it was normal for patients to leave without their Caregivers, but judging by the leash and their habit of strapping us into chairs, the answer was probably no; we only had permission to leave accompanied. So, it would be very strange to see me there alone, but even so, I didn't have time to think of another plan.

I ran out, turning the corridors blindly, unsure of where I was going. I took the descending platform, and luckily, the Caregivers passing by didn't pay much attention to me. I stayed on the platform until it descended as much as it would, and when it started going up again, I jumped out of it. I should be on the ground floor now and went back to looking for some exit, touching the walls, hoping that one of them would open like a door. My futile plan worked. The wall opened to the outside, and I ran out of that hospital.

The ground there was strange; that sticky scarlet beaten earth felt like I was stepping in glue and made my run very difficult. But I continued nonetheless. The heat was unbearable for my skin because there were three suns, and I began to feel my shoulders burning. There were no trees anywhere in sight, just a vast expanse of that scarlet glue and the green sky. Not even other creatures were there. But I couldn't go back to the hospital; I kept running.

That was the worst plan I had ever had. It was very hot; I started to feel very weak, my limbs failing, and there came a time when I could no longer move my feet. The glue seemed to have intensified, and when I saw, I was sinking up to my heels, and then up to the middle of my legs.

I started screaming, but I was so weak that I couldn't even do that. Now I realized that I was really very sick. I would die, if not on Earth, right there. There was no one around to save me. Suddenly, I remembered what I had done to be rescued for the first time - and I thought that if it worked on Earth, maybe it would work there too. And I thought with all my strength:

"V, please come and save me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I panicked. I shouldn't have done that. Please come and save me."

The glue started to sink me up to the middle of my thighs, and I felt the despair close my throat. He wouldn't come; no one would come to save me. I would die there. I was so stupid. I regretted it to the core of my soul. He hadn't done anything bad to me. He had said he would take care of me and that, if I didn't want, I could try my luck on Earth. And it had been my choice to try to end my life too. It had been my choice, and now I was paying for the consequences. I started crying and closed my eyes tightly. It was my second chance, the second time I threw my life down the drain.

That's when I felt someone pulling me forcefully upward and felt the embrace around me. It was him. V. I opened my eyes without even believing it. I hugged him around the neck and started crying.

"I'm sorry, really sorry," I said to him. He looked very serious.

"I'm just glad you're okay. Luckily, the leash you're wearing gives me your location, or I would never have been able to find you in time."

His voice was serious, but I felt very relieved. I wouldn't die.

"I'm sorry; I panicked and ran away, please, V."

"We'll talk in the room," he said, staring at me with his cold black eyes. My God, I could get lost in that look. "But right now, I have to continue working.”

"Please don't leave me alone there again," I pleaded, and in reality, I knew he had every right to do so.

"I shouldn't have left you alone so early; it was my mistake. But the call is urgent, a patient is sick, and they need all the help they can get."

"Are you undergoing treatment on him?" I asked, shocked, cursing myself for not being able to keep quiet this time. To my relief, he laughed.

"No, I'm just operating the machines to assist him."

"Sorry for pulling you away from something so important to come and save me. I'm very embarrassed."

"Don't worry; we'll talk about it later. Now I'll leave you in the company of other patients. You can talk to them and, who knows, be less scared of this treatment. What do you say?"

I couldn't believe how understanding and kind he was being. I felt like crying even more. I hugged him tighter around his thick neck. He led me back into the hospital, and this time, I didn't feel claustrophobic or scared anymore.

We went to one of those large rooms, like the first one, where Caregivers were analyzing us. However, this seemed more like a room where patients could meet and chat. Everyone was tethered to the wall by the leash, but they looked happy, some standing and others sitting, and it was better than that chair, I thought.

V took me near the wall, where he hooked my leash to a peg and smiled at me.

"Can I trust that you'll be fine here?" he asked, and I nodded several times to assure him that I was serious.

"I won't put myself at risk again, I promise. I'm still very sorry; it's a lot to process."

"Don't worry, we'll talk about it, okay?" he said. "I'll be back soon. As soon as the patient stabilizes, I'll come here to get you, and then we can discuss your punishment for running away."

"Punishment?" I asked, blushing, but he laughed.

"Don't worry about that now."

I felt my clitoris pulsate, something I definitely wasn't expecting, but it was a good sensation. I had to cross my legs because of it. I almost laughed in relief for no longer feeling that panic.

Then, he waved to me and left, leaving me in that room, alone with other patients and some Caregivers who seemed to be keeping an eye on us.

I looked around, thinking that I had always had a bit of difficulty getting to know new people on the first day of school or work. I always got very shy. Surprisingly, the girl next to me turned to me with a smile. She had green skin, and lizard-like scales covered her body, but she was still very beautiful. She could be a model on Earth, without these alien features, of course. She had long golden hair, round red eyes, and when she spoke, I could see her long, split tongue that divided at the tip into two.

"Wow, you're human," she said, and of all the things she could say, she chose the one that made me laugh.

"Why the surprise?" I asked.

"Not many humans around here. You're very fragile, so usually, they can't save you in time. You got really lucky."

"I know," I said, and felt my face blush again. I didn't know why I was having this annoying reaction. I used to have it when I was a little girl in elementary school, but since then, I had managed to control it. I guess all this was destabilizing me. I thought about how not just once, but twice, I had almost ruined that chance to live again, and I really wanted to continue living.

"That's funny; your face turned all red. I don't quite know what that means; my people don't have that reaction, but I hope it's nothing bad."

"No, it's okay," I said, even more embarrassed, and she laughed. It was easy to talk to her. "Have you started the treatment?" I asked.

And she nodded. "I'm almost done. Honestly, I already feel much better and stronger. You'll see; the treatment will give you superhero vitality; you won't believe how much better you'll feel. And I'm thinking of asking to stay on the planet. Did you know you have that option? I don't want to go back to my home planet because there aren't many institutions there; it's quite rudimentary. We have to hunt to survive, and I don't think I can live like that anymore, after the privileges I've experienced here. Food, always being well taken care of and treated. The Zythder are passionate about taking care of other races, and their own, so for them, the meaning of life is to care, and I don't want to lose that."

“Zythder?” I asked.

“That's the name of the species that inhabits this planet. You already have a Caregiver, right?"

“Yes, but I disappointed him by running outside; I was in a panic,” I said, upset. She looked at me, raising her thin eyebrows.

"You went out alone without even starting the treatment? My Heavens, you should be grateful to still be alive, especially being human. Who would have thought, you really are funny and special. What's your name?"

"Sara," I said.

"My name is Nagui. Don't feel bad. Zythder can be quite strict sometimes because they like to do everything right, and they want us to follow the treatment in the ideal way they propose, but they want the best for us. I'm sure your Caregiver will understand that you were very scared on your first day. On my first day, I almost fainted from fear. In fact, I kept hissing and trying to attack everyone because that's what we do on our planet. We attack; we have to survive at any cost. It took a while for them to convince me that they didn't mean me harm. You're already doing better than I did, and they're used to that."

I chuckled. "Thanks for the words. It's really helping me feel less scared."

"Of course, I find humans fascinating. I had only read about you in books, and it's hard to find updated books on my planet."

"On Earth, we have no knowledge of any other race's existence. We think we are the only ones in the universe. I would have believed that blindly until yesterday. If someone had told me about other planets and races, a stellar hospital, I would have laughed and asked what kind of drug they were on. I knew nothing about it."

"So what they say in the book is true; you really are like that. I thought it was just a kind of prejudice we have against other people. We always think they are more primitive than us."

"That prejudice is real," I said.

She seemed quite surprised, stuck her split tongue out like a snake, and I found that very funny.

V returned shortly after. He scanned the room with his eyes, looking for me, and when he found me, he opened a relieved smile, glad I was still there. I felt a bit guilty seeing him worry about it, and my heart melted with his gaze.

"I'm glad you're still here, and it looks like you've made a friend. Thank you for taking care of her,” he said to Nagui, as kind as ever.

"Did everything go well with your call?" I asked. He nodded.

“Fortunately, the patient stabilized. He's a newcomer, and as you can see, newcomers are the most difficult.”

Once again, I felt my cheek blush, and Nagui noticed, pointing it out again.

“Red. How cute. I wonder why that happens.”

I blushed even more and wanted to slap her to make her shut up, but I didn't say anything; I just laughed.

"Let's go back to the room to talk about your punishment," V said casually.

I looked at him wide-eyed.

Nagui winked and said, "Good luck. Don't be too hard on her.”

“Just enough,” he replied. I felt my clitoris pulsate again. I was confused and surprised by that reaction, but it was better than being afraid. On the contrary, I was feeling desire.

6.

When we entered the room, I was trembling slightly. I didn't know what would happen to me. He was going to punish me. I could think of a million ways, and none of them would be very comfortable. But for some reason, the idea that this strong and sexy creature would do that to me made my face flush just thinking about it.

He set me down on the floor since he was carrying me, and I looked up at him, tears in my eyes. He furrowed his brows, confused by my reaction, but placed his massive hand on my neck and looked at me lovingly.

"What's wrong, baby?"

It was the first time he called me that, and my heart skipped a beat. I liked how it sounded.

"Are you mad at me? Did I hurt you? Do you think I want to run away when all you've done for me is take care of me and save me?"

He looked at me with a smile. Those eyes, that smile, made me melt.

"Don't worry, kitten, I'm not mad. I understand the beginning is very scary. You don't know what to expect, and I shouldn't have left you alone. But I want you to understand that your actions have consequences."

"What are you going to do to me?" I murmured.

"Nothing today. Let's take a bath, eat something, and rest."

I stared at him confused. I wasn't expecting that.

"I thought you were going to punish me."

"Not today. You've suffered enough for today. I'll save that for tomorrow."

I could hardly believe my ears. I felt tremendous relief, but also followed by a bit of disappointment, which I definitely wasn't expecting. I wanted to be punished. Even that thought was strange to me.

He picked up my leash and led me to the chair, securing me there with the belt. I sighed loudly. I didn't want to stay in that chair, and I really hoped he didn't expect me to sleep there. But, as if reading my thoughts, he smiled.

"I'll fill the bathtub for you. And I'll prepare your favorite Earth food. What is it?"

"Hmm, I'll probably sound very basic, but it's pepperoni pizza," I said.

He went to one of the strange machines around the room. This one looked like a pole coming out of the ceiling, with a small screen where he typed some words, and then moved away from the machine. He went to an adjacent room that I hadn't been to yet, and I heard the sound of running water. When he returned, he tinkered with the strange machine again. He opened a little door under the screen and pulled out a pizza box. I could hardly believe my eyes. The smell was exactly like the Pizza Hut pizza I loved and always ate near my home.

"How is this possible? It's amazing!" I said to him, and he smiled at me.

"I ordered it from there, that's all. It seems they really deliver anywhere, don't they?"

I burst into laughter. He brought the pizza to the chair and gave me a piece. I felt a bit like a baby being fed in a highchair, but I didn't say anything, just kept eating. It was delicious. It felt like I hadn't eaten in years. He just watched me, and with my mouth full, I asked:

"Don't you want to try a piece? I know it's not food from here, but who knows, you might like it?"

"I don't eat," he said. I furrowed my brows. "And neither will you need to eat. In fact, the treatment provides you with all the nutrients you need, and my body produces them for me. I don't need to drink, eat, or expel anything. And soon, it will be the same for you."

I began to cough, choking on a piece of cheese. "I won't need to eat or poop?"

"Exactly," he said, laughing.

"That's insane," I said. "But I'll be able to eat if I want to, right?"

"If you're not on punishment, yes. You can always order any food you want here. I'll teach you how."

"What do you mean, on punishment?" I asked, somewhat shocked. My parents had been good parents, but they never worried too much about me. I had never been grounded, and I wasn't expecting to start now, in my thirties.

"I told you I would be your Caregiver in every aspect. Not just health. I will decide if you have privileges to eat whatever you want or not."

I opened my mouth, not believing it.

"And if I don't agree to that?"

"Then we can't continue the treatment," he said simply.

"But that's not fair!" I exclaimed. He laughed.

"I find it perfectly fair. After all, for you to get better, you have to listen to me. And it's clear that you don't like this kind of thing, right?"

I looked at him as if I couldn't believe he was saying that, and he laughed as someone who was in control.

I finished eating the two slices of pizza he gave me, and he lifted me from the chair, carrying me to the other room where a massive bathtub occupied most of the floor space. Bubbles floated on the steaming water, and it was incredibly inviting. It had been a while since I had taken a bath, and I couldn't even measure how long.

"You know I can walk by myself, right?" I said as he placed me on the floor and helped me undress. At first, I felt awkward being naked in front of him, but if the treatment was really as he had described, we would soon become much more intimate.

"You really are a little brat, aren't you?" he said, teasingly. I opened my mouth as if offended, but I wasn't.

"Seriously, you don't need to carry me everywhere," I said.

"I asked if you'd prefer to be carried or guided, and you chose to be carried that time."

"But I don't need either; I can go by myself."

"The last time I left you alone, you ran away," he said, throwing it in my face.

"If I'm a brat, so are you!" I exclaimed, watching his face become surprised that I had the courage to speak to him like that. He held me with one arm, leaning me over his other arm, and gave me two strong spanks on the butt. It stung like fire, and I looked at him in disbelief when he let me go.

"Are you going to spank me too?" I asked, feeling my clitoris screaming. I wanted to touch myself to relieve the tension, but I wouldn't do it in front of him. He laughed.

"If you're going to behave like a little girl, you'll get spanked like one," he said. "Now, do you want me to put you in the bathtub, or will you go by yourself?"

"I'll go by myself," I said, giving him a dirty look, and entered the bathtub carefully.

It was delightful, the hot water at just the right temperature, but I felt a slight burn on my butt. Ignoring the sensation, I closed my eyes, almost not believing it. He casually took off his pants, saying,

"You know that baths are not necessary and are considered a privilege, something your attitude is soon going to make you lose?"

But I could hardly hear him because I was busy looking at his organ, if I could call it that. It was huge, and not only that, it had a swelling at the base, like a bulb – that was the best way I could describe it. I opened my mouth in shock as I stared, and he also looked down as if he didn't understand.

"What's wrong?" he asked, and I looked away, feeling my face blush again.

"It's nothing, really, nothing, everything's normal, just pass me the soap," I said. He held his penis.

"Ah, you're looking at my knot?"

"Your knot? What's that for?"

"Well, you'll find out soon when the treatment starts."

I was speechless, but he got into the bathtub next to me, without getting too close, also closing his eyes with pleasure from the hot water. He also had a tail that came out from above his butt, but near the shock of seeing such a gigantic organ, that was nothing.

"Have you had many patients?" I asked after a while of silence.

"Usually, Caregivers stay with only one patient at a time," he said. "We donate all our vitality and strength to help that patient recover. Splitting between two patients can make their treatment less effective. And yes, I've had several patients."

Suddenly, I felt something inside me that I didn't understand. It was anger, a lump in my throat, and a sudden urge to cry. I immediately thought: jealousy. But it couldn't be. I had just met him, and he was just a creature that would help me recover, not a partner or anything, even though we were naked in a bathtub. But as he himself said, humans were very emotional, and it meant nothing.

"What's wrong?" he asked, frowning, probably seeing my expression. He ran his hand through his beautiful, black hair, fixing it back. I shrugged.

"Where are they now, your patients?"

"Well, since they're already cured, many returned to their planets, others chose to stay. But I have to keep taking care of different patients."

I stayed silent and crossed my arms. We remained in silence in the water for some time. I couldn't tell how long, but I felt a strong urge to run out of there and go back home. But I knew that wasn't an option.

"Do you want me to wash your hair?" he asked. I looked at him as if that was the dumbest question I had ever heard.

"No, not at all," I replied.

"What's the problem?" he asked, furrowing his brows while soaping his enormous muscles.

It was hard to look away near those muscles, but I forced myself to stop staring.

"There's no problem with me. What's YOUR problem?" I shot back.

"Why are you talking to me like this all of a sudden?"

"It's none of your business, Mr. Controlling," I said.

This time, he acted swiftly. Sliding his body next to mine, he held my face with his hand, his fingers gently squeezing my cheeks, forcing me to look at him. I tried to free myself from his grip, but it was firm despite being delicate.

"Answer me. I won't let go until you speak," he said sternly, compelling me to gaze into those wonderful eyes.

"Alright!" I exclaimed. "I'm angry because you'll take care of me and then leave me, just like you did with the others."

He raised an eyebrow, released my face, and I looked away, tears already streaming down.

"Sara, look at me."

"No," I replied.

"Don't be a brat," he spoke harshly. Reluctantly, I looked at him angrily, and he seemed to soften. "Each patient is unique, and they had no interest in staying here with me. I promise, but that doesn't mean it'll be the same with you, understood?"

"What are you saying?" I said.

"Exactly what you're thinking. If you don't want to leave, we'll discuss it and find a way."

"You won't send me away?"

"Of course not. And there's still a long way to go before you get better, understood?"

I nodded, feeling a mix of emotions within me. It was a lot to think about and process in just one day.

"Let's finish bathing, and we can go to sleep. You're exhausted."

"I'm not," I said, but just to contradict myself, I yawned involuntarily. He looked at me with a smirk, and I rolled my eyes. But instead of getting mad, he laughed.

We finished the bath, and he wrapped me in a towel, carrying me again with his strong arms. Instead of protesting, I leaned my head against his warm and protective chest.

He took me to the giant capsule in the main room. Next to this capsule, there was something I could only describe as a cabinet. He opened the door, and a small, square space appeared. He sat me down there. I could barely lie down, and I wouldn't be able to stand, just sit. I looked at him as if he had gone mad.

"Do you want me to stay here?"

The space was small and square, but padded and soft.

"I sleep in the capsule next to it. I sleep standing. But I know humans need to lie down. This is a protection drawer. Just like the capsule, it creates the ideal environment for you to recover. Think of it as an incubator in an ICU. It's small, but it has everything the patient needs. So, that's why you'll sleep here. When we start the treatment tomorrow, you'll sleep with the accessories on, but tonight you can sleep freely."

"You must be kidding," I said, finding it hard to believe. I was going to protest more, but he put his hand on my neck and said:

"I'll give you a sedative to help you through the night."

And before I could say anything, I felt the sting, and immediately felt myself calming down.

"If you need anything, the collar will read your vital signs and notify me. So, don't worry."

"And what if I need to pee?" I asked, already closing my eyelids with sleepiness.

"I already told you that you won't need excretions anymore; your body will overcome that need. So, goodnight."

He closed the door, leaving it completely dark and cramped. But instead of feeling claustrophobic, I felt a sense of comfort. Maybe this was how some animals felt in cages. Instead of being upset by the small space, they felt protected in their corner. Or maybe I was just hallucinating, because shortly after, I fell asleep.

7.

The next day, I woke up to the delicious aroma of pancakes, maple syrup, and fried eggs. It had been a long time since I had smelled that because, when I was alone in my apartment, I had no desire to cook. The last time I had a truly healthy routine was when my parents were still alive.

I felt a twinge of shame admitting it, but they used to do everything for me as if I were still a child. I knew that sooner or later, I would have to cook for myself, but I kept postponing that moment as much as possible. At most, I would have black coffee; for lunch, instant noodles, and at night, I would grab something from a fast-food joint. I knew it was ruining my health, but physical health always takes a back seat when mental health is not good. Every year, I promised to change, but I couldn't make it happen.

When I smelled that aroma, exactly the same as when my parents were still alive, I could almost hear my father speaking at the breakfast table. "Of course, I will cook for you. That's my duty, no matter how old you are. I'll cook for you until I die." He really did that. Tears welled up in my eyes, and V came to open the door of the cabinet I was in.

I hadn't even noticed whether it was small or not, as I had enjoyed a dreamless night's sleep, feeling fully rested. He took me out of there and carried me to the chair, fastening the belt.

"Good morning," he said, smiling, and it seemed like I had forgotten how handsome he was, with his enormous muscles and captivating smile.

"Good morning," I replied, stretching and yawning.

He placed a plate of pancakes, eggs, and bacon in front of me, handing it to me on a tray. There was also a big glass of orange juice, my favorite. "I made a traditional American breakfast, according to my research. I hope it suits your taste."

"Did you make it, or did you order it from the machine?" I asked, and he gave me one of those looks with a raised eyebrow, as if I were treading on thin ice asking that kind of question. But I laughed and said, "Thank you very much; this is amazing! I can't believe you knew it was my favorite. I thought you were going to wake me up with a few slaps. I guess that punishment you're promising won't happen," I teased. I don't know what I was thinking to say that, but I liked the way he looked at me when I said such things, challenging his authority. He gave me another raised eyebrow look and a smile.

"Oh, don't worry; it will happen, princess. But I have to work."

"I thought your job was to take care of me," I said, taking a handful of scrambled eggs into my mouth. "What else do you have to do?" I asked, more like grunts, since my mouth was full.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, and I have to help the other patients. We have various duties around here, not just being your nanny all the time. Not that I would mind," he said.

"Are you going to leave me alone?" I asked, getting upset, and he approached me, bent down, looked me in the eyes, and smiled. He was so close that I almost kissed his mouth. I was eager to do that, but I thought it better not to, because I didn't know if he would want that. He was being so respectful to me that I needed to respect him too, at least physically.

"Your training starts today, so you'll endure these few hours alone while I do my work," he said, so close that I could feel his warm minty breath, and I felt my face turning red again. "Finish eating, and let's get started."

"My God, I'll have to eat very slowly, then," I said, trying not to sound scared. I didn't know if I wanted to start this or not, but I had agreed, so there was no turning back. "Are you sure you don't want any?" I asked, changing the subject, shoving another giant piece of pancake into my mouth.

"I already told you I don't eat," he said.

"But if you eat, what happens? Have you ever tried?" he didn't answer. Probably the answer was no. "Caught you," I said. "Try it. If you try, I'll start the training without complaining."

"Well, if that's the case, why didn't you say so before?" he said, grabbing a handful of eggs with his hand.

"Ew!" I exclaimed. "You have to use a fork."

"Well, it's my first time eating; you had to be a better teacher," he complained, and put the eggs in his mouth, chewing, but looking quite confused as he did so, as if he didn't know if that action was right or not. "It's strange, I have to admit," he said.

"Strange but good?" I asked.

"Strange but good," he confirmed. "I hope that's your description of the training too. After all, it's new for you, but I assure you it's good."

Once again, my cheeks changed color. When would this stupid reaction stop?

"You promised. Let's get started."

"I guess there's no escape," I said, handing him the empty plate, thinking that maybe I shouldn't have eaten so much in case my stomach felt queasy.

He stepped away and returned with the two plugs I had seen the day before, taken from the cabinet. Not only that, but he also brought a leather chastity belt, and I furrowed my brows. There was a lock on the belt, and I immediately understood what it was for.

"Are you going to put a belt on me?" I asked, and he gave me one of those beautiful smirks that indicated I was in trouble.

"Of course, otherwise, you could just remove the plugs whenever you pleased."

"That was my initial plan!" I exclaimed. If I needed to, I wouldn't hesitate to take them off, even though he had said I should keep them on all the time.

He also brought some gel, and I could already imagine what that was for.

"Are you ready?" he asked, getting close to me like a hunter approaching its trapped prey. I had no way out.

"Wait, wait, wait," I began to plead, but he continued to approach. I felt my heart racing, and I started to squirm and move in place, trying to avoid the inevitable. I closed my eyes tightly in fear of what would happen.

Then, I felt a hand on my head, and I opened my eyes. He was stroking my hair with a look of pity.

"It's okay, baby. This is for your own good. It won't hurt," he said, kindly and smiling. I didn't know if I preferred him that way or as the big bad wolf he had been before.

"Okay, just do it already," I said, trying to sound braver than I felt, and without waiting, he kissed me.

His mouth was soft, tasted of mint, and he knew exactly what to do with his tongue. At first, I was surprised, but then I let myself go, closing my eyes and savoring it. How I craved that. It was better than eating chocolate, better than sleeping in on a Sunday morning, and the best kiss I had ever felt in my entire life. My legs went weak, and my heart started beating rapidly. To make matters worse, he moved his hand down my body. I remembered I was naked. It was so natural to be like that in front of him that I hadn't even realized it until he ran his hand over my breasts, gently squeezing my nipples, making them hard. He moved his hand down my stomach and stopped over my clit. He began to caress it with slow, circular movements.

That creature-alien-man might not be human, but he knew what he was doing. I began to feel the amazing sensations. I closed my eyes, carried away by pleasure, mouth open, movements intensifying, continuing with the exact pressure, and I could feel his large body enveloping me, his gigantic hand on my pussy, which was now completely wet. My heart pounding louder in a crescendo of pleasure.

"I'm going to, I'm going to..." I spoke, with interrupted breath, but he stopped. I let out a sigh of sadness.

"Don't complain," he gave a wicked little smile, then spread my legs, inserted a robust finger into my vagina, and when he pulled it out, it was all wet. He smiled. I felt frustrated because I just wanted him to continue, but then he inserted the rubber cock-shaped plug slowly. With each additional centimeter that entered, my mouth opened wider, and I moaned. I closed my eyes and decided to accept it.

"Very good, baby. You're doing great. Just a little more for Daddy," he encouraged me while pushing the plug even deeper.

When he finished, he stepped back and stopped for a moment, looking at me, all open for him, sweaty, and with interrupted breathing. "See? It's not so bad, is it?" he said, smiling. "Now, the other side."

"No! It's too much; I won't be able to," I whimpered, but he continued with that controlling smile.

"Yes, you will, you'll manage for Daddy, and you'll accept everything you're given, baby, because you're a good girl," he said, and those words had the power to completely melt me. I just wanted him to keep touching my clit, to go back to that massage. But he took me out of the chair, carrying me, and we went to a metal countertop.

He laid me down on my stomach, and the countertop was cold, so I shivered. He ran his massive fingers over my back, making me shiver even more, and then slapped my butt. I jumped in place, but it only made me more excited.

Then, I felt the cold gel that he started to apply to my ass. He put a finger in slowly, just the tip, and I moaned loudly, closing my eyes, feeling the pain. Then, he removed his finger and began to insert the plug.

"Very good, good girl. You're doing so well, so well for Daddy," he spoke, consoling me as he pushed every additional inch inside me. I felt extremely full. There was no space within me that wasn't occupied. It was too much. I couldn't handle it. I started to moan louder, even letting out a little scream, but he didn't stop. He went all the way, and when he finished, he stepped back to observe his work. My ass was completely open. I had never done anything like this. I couldn't even move without feeling every little part of me occupied.

He wasn't finished. He put the belt around my waist and between my legs, like a pair of panties. He locked the padlock in place. After doing that, he smiled at me. "You don't know the coolest part," he said, and I was already overwhelmed. "This belt has a massager," he spoke and showed me a remote in his hand. He pressed play, and I immediately felt my clitoris being massaged and vibrating. I opened my mouth, shocked, but closed my eyes, feeling a wave of pleasure passing through my entire body.

"I wasn't going to leave you bored during these two hours I'll be away, baby," he spoke and gave me another kiss on the mouth, this time faster, but still delicious. "I'll also leave a communicator on your collar, so we can talk while I'm away. I want to know how you're feeling all the time."

I could barely understand what he was saying. Zero reasoning. I kept my mouth open, already feeling some drool running down and a great pleasure in my brain. "My God, I won't be able to handle this," I moaned, and he chuckled.

"Now, come on, I'll put you in your drawer because I don't trust leaving you in the chair, and missy might try to escape again."

"I won't try to escape," I said, still with interrupted breathing and focusing on the waves of pleasure that were going up and down my body.

"Well, I can leave you in the chair with a screen on for you to watch my work, but for that, I'll have to tie you up. Is that okay?"

I nodded without even reasoning if that was better or not. I was just exploding with a thousand sensations at once. So full, so filled, and still with the massager.

He took me back to the chair, strapped me in with the belt, and tied my hands behind the chair with a rope. He also tied my heels to the chair itself, together, and my thighs, also together.

"I'm keeping you snug so you can feel the vibrations more," he said, winking at me. Then, with another remote, he pressed a button, and a screen descended from the ceiling in front of me like a TV. He turned it on, and I saw our image on the TV, specifically focused on him.

"It's like an invisible camera following me," he explained. "This way, you can see more of my work, but I'm sure that won't be the thing you'll pay the most attention to. I'll be back soon, baby. Have fun," he said, winking at me, leaving me there when I had my first orgasm.

8.

I don't know how I made it through the next few hours without fainting because it all turned into a constant wave of pleasure. It was too intense. I could barely think before feeling another wave of ecstasy coming. My entire body was trembling; I felt drool running from my open mouth, but I couldn't do anything to stop it. I was in another dimension of pleasure. It was perfect, it was incredible. I was so tight, so full, yet at the same time, it was so stimulating, so comfortable, so amazing that it was too much for me to maintain my consciousness.

I spent the time between bursts of pleasure; wanting to beg to hear his voice; begging him to come back and turn off the massager; watching him operate machines on patients who arrived unconscious and almost dead from the ambulance; and seeing his funny face looking at me on TV and talking to me through the communicator.

"You're doing so well, baby. You're amazing, my beautiful little one. Hold on for Daddy," he spoke, and every time I heard his voice, I had another orgasm, shaking all over and sweating.

When he returned, I don't know how much later, but it felt like days and also minutes at the same time, he turned off the massager, hugged me, removed the belt, and took out both plugs, which he had said he wouldn't do. He had said I would have them all the time, but he must have changed his mind seeing my reaction because I was about to faint.

He gave me water, carried me to the bath, and gave me a bath, talking to me while I was still in another plane, unable to focus and reason. It was strange and difficult to describe how I was feeling, but then he gave me another sedative and put me to sleep in my drawer.

When I woke up, I opened the drawer door, which wasn't locked, and felt much more refreshed. I saw him working on paperwork at his desk, operating one of those wooden-colored tablets I had seen D use.

He smiled at me when he saw me and said, "Feeling better, baby?"

I smiled and went to him, realizing that it was the first time I was walking freely since I had arrived, not counting the time I escaped.

"I'm much better," I said, stretching. "I can't even describe what that was, this session today."

"But did you enjoy it?" he asked, not letting the smile disappear, and I opened the biggest smile I could manage.

"It was incredible. No man on Earth has ever made me feel like this."

He laughed. "I'm glad I could please you," he said, then kissed me. "You were amazing. Do you want me to order something for you to eat?"

I nodded, and I realized my stomach was growling. I was hungry, even though he said I wouldn't need to eat or drink anymore. My body still hadn't adapted, but I didn't miss feeling the need to go to the bathroom. It was very annoying as a human, and I was very happy that I wouldn't need to anymore.

"I want to reward you for being so good today, and tomorrow we can start the first session of the treatment because you're ready for it. But first, we have to get something out of the way, which is your punishment."

I looked at him as if I still didn't believe he hadn’t given up, almost having forgotten it. "If you want to give me a reward, can't it be forgetting about the punishment?" I asked.

He chuckled. "Clever girl. No, missy. One thing was for one behavior, and the other was for another. They can't cancel each other out like that," he said as he approached the food machine and typed something. "What do you want to eat?"

"Filet-o-fish," I said without hesitation. He probably didn't know what that meant, but I spelled it for him, and he typed it into the machine. Moments later, I could barely believe how it worked, but a McDonald's appeared in their characteristic bag, and he handed me the bag.

I went to the table where he was working and opened the package. I put the fries, Coca-Cola, and a Filet-o-fish, my favorite sandwich of all, there. My mouth watered. I could get used to that treatment.

"Finish eating, and I'll give you your spanking," he said casually, as if talking about the weather.

"Then I'll have to eat very slowly," I said, repeating the same thing I had said at breakfast.

He chuckled but remained firm in his decision, and as the fries ran out, I felt my stomach more and more upset with the fear of what was to come.

When I ate the last three fries, he stood up and sat on a lower platform, perfect for his height but quite high for me, which looked like a bench in the middle of the room. He opened his legs and waved at me.

I approached him, feeling nervousness take over every part of my body. What he was about to do seemed unreal. Standing before him, acutely aware of my lack of clothing, I wondered if there was any chance I could cover myself, but that would have to wait because he held both my hands and looked into my eyes.

Facing him, my mouth went dry with nerves. He was deadly serious, losing the playful gaze he had while I was eating.

"You know why I'm going to give you this spanking, don't you?" he asked, and I nodded slowly. Then he said, "Tell me the reason."

I swallowed hard.

"It's because I ran away," I murmured.

"Exactly, and you put yourself in danger. While you're here, you are my patient, my property. I have to take care of you, and you putting yourself in danger means I'm not doing my job properly. Do you want it to seem like I'm not doing my job properly?"

I shook my head.

"So, you're getting this spanking," he said, pulling me close with his strong muscles. He turned me over his knee. I was tiny compared to him, fitting perfectly there. I felt his leg wrap around mine, holding me in place, and I held onto his ankle not knowing what to do with my hands. It was humiliating to be in that position.

He gave me a smack, then another, then a third. His hand was huge, covering the entire span of my behind. Each smack stung and was heavy, followed quickly by the next. I couldn't do anything but endure. Trying to move was pointless because he held me firmly in place, determined to make my behind red as he increased the speed and force with each spank, saying, "You've been a very naughty girl, very naughty," he repeated. "You put yourself at risk, and that's unacceptable."

Tears welled up in my eyes. But as much as the pain was unbearable, hot like fire, my clitoris was also pulsating with desire, and I could feel myself getting wet.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch," I spoke involuntarily.

"That's right, ouch," he repeated.

"It hurts," I whimpered.

"That's the point, baby," he said, not stopping the spanks.

I couldn't take it anymore and tried to put my hand in the way, only for him to hold it against my back, firm and strong, while continuing. Eventually, I started crying and whimpering because I couldn't take it anymore.

"Please, that's enough..." I pleaded, crying. And after a few more minutes, he stopped, stroked my back, and I felt my hairs stand on end. He stood me up, still looking serious, and wiped away the tears streaming down my face with his thumb.

"I want you to understand the seriousness of what you did. Stand there in the corner. Your spanking is still far from over," he said, pointing to the corner of the room. I went there without questioning, staring at the wall, feeling like a 5-year-old with a burning behind.

I reached my hand back to soothe it, but he said, "Hands on your head," and I was forced to obey because I didn't know what would happen if I didn't. Then, to make matters worse, he approached me and said, "Turn around," and I did.

He was still very serious. In his hand, he held a giant paddle, at least 12 inches long, made of wood with holes.

I looked at it and then at him, already feeling my face burn and my clitoris throb with pleasure. I couldn't understand why I was so aroused in such a situation.

"Now, you're going to receive 12 strokes. You'll count each one and thank me for the punishment and for teaching you, understood?" he asked. I could barely say yes.

"Yes what?" he insisted, and I didn't know what he wanted to hear. So, I said, "Yes, sir," and he seemed satisfied.

He took me back to the bench and told me to place my hands there while still standing.

"This is for your own good because I want to teach you never to do something as foolish as what you did again. We resolve things here through communication, but it seems you prefer the hard way. So, you've earned it," he scolded me. I felt embarrassed and excited at the same time. I couldn't understand.

Then, the first stroke came, and it felt like all the smacks he had given me before were concentrated in that one. I jumped in place, but he said, "Maintain the position, baby."

So, I said, "One. Thank you, sir."

I started wanting to beg him to stop, but he continued with the next stroke, as strong as the first, making me see stars. I tried to focus on counting during the strokes, and around the seventh, I crouched, crying.

He paused for a moment, his touch gentle on my back. I dared to hope he might relent, but that moment of mercy never arrived. He guided me back into position, resuming the punishment until I uttered the final "12, sir, thank you, sir."

Setting the paddle aside, he enveloped me in a tender embrace, followed by a kiss that sought to erase the trails of my tears. Seating himself, he invited me to settle onto his lap, holding me close as I wept, the intensity of emotion mingling with arousal. I longed for his touch.

"It's alright, it's alright," he murmured soothingly as his fingers traced through my hair and down my back. "It's over. You did splendidly, baby girl," he praised, his hand gently caressing the warmth of my red butt. We remained there, wrapped in each other's arms until I stopped crying, and then he carried me in his arms to the awaiting embrace of the bath.

9.

My reward was equally incredible. He instructed me to close my eyes and placed a blindfold over them.

"What's this for?" I asked, feeling my heart race. Expectation surrounded me as I felt his enormous, warm hands on my neck and shoulders.

"Trust me," he said, sweeping me off my feet. Instinctively, I clung to his neck.

Things always seemed more thrilling in the dark, and I began to giggle at the anticipation of what he might have in store. It could be anything, but truth be told, after everything we had been through, I was up for anything with him. I realized that, despite our short time together, the intensity of our experiences had forged a trust in him like I had never experienced before.

We walked for a while, and I kept asking,

"Are we there yet? Where are you taking me? Can I take off the blindfold now? I really love to see stuff!"

And he chuckled but said nothing.

Even in the darkness, I was content to be there, holding onto his neck and feeling his large, strong body.

When he finally said, "We've arrived," and removed the blindfold, I was breathless.

I couldn't believe it.

We were on a platform with only a glass dome around us in the middle of space.

It was as if we had taken an elevator to the universe. Around us, stars stretched out into infinity. I looked at him in awe, unable to say anything, and he smiled.

There I was in my little white dress because there were other Caregivers and patients around. But even if I were naked, I wouldn't have minded because that view erased any other thoughts from my mind.

"Seeing this is incredible..." I began to say, not knowing where that thought was leading, but he placed a finger on my lips.

"No need to say anything. Just enjoy."

And so I did.

Both of us gazed at the galaxies around us until he said, "Let's go." I complied, still in shock to say anything else.

I just knew I was about to cry.

I had never experienced anything like this. My days on Earth were dull and lonely, and now I had him and this kind of adventure.

"I just want you to know how grateful I am," I said, tears welling up in my eyes. He seemed a bit puzzled to see me like this, but I said, "Thank you so much!" and hugged him.

That was all I could say because I could never repay him for everything he was doing for me.

He carried me back into the ship. I was already remembering that he would have to go back to work and leave me alone, but as if he could read my mind, he said,

"I know what I'm going to do with you, so you won't be bored during the day while I'm at work."

I looked at him, still holding onto his neck, and giggled.

"It's okay. Don't worry about me. I won't mind sitting in my chair doing the training, now that I know what it's like."

"I knew you'd start to like it," he said. "But I think it's more enriching for you to interact with other beings. Being alone all the time isn't good, especially for humans, who are social colony beings," he said. I found that amusing. No one had ever referred to human habits as colony beings to me before, but maybe he was right.

"I'll leave you at a daycare," he said. "There, you'll have contact with other beings and also engage in various activities, including ones that will help you with training. What do you think? Can it work?"

"It sounds like a great idea!" I exclaimed without hesitation. I was genuinely someone who loved having friends, and in the long run, he was right. Being in a chair alone would be very boring. At first, I wasn't even remembering my phone, but now I started to wonder if the Zyphder had something similar for me to pass the time. Or books. I would be happy if I could read.

We both went to a hall similar to the one he left me in on the first day, only this one was filled with machines. And he was right; various patients were doing different types of activities. Some were plugged into machines, training them. Others were just attached to walls with collars, talking. Some others were in spanking machines, and I looked at V, a little scared and shocked but also a bit excited for it all. The only similar thing on Earth would be a sadomasochism club, but I had never been to one, so I couldn't really compare.

We went straight to an alien. She was gigantic, as tall as V. She had enormous breasts resembling two water balloons, covered only by a tiny golden bra.

"Ah, well, well, who brought in a new patient? I thought you said you wanted to retire from being a Caregiver after reaching your hundredth patient," she said and glanced at me. I furrowed my brow. What did she mean by that?

Suddenly, a sense of insecurity hit my chest. Could it be true? Did V really want to retire from being a Caregiver? And a hundred patients? That was madness.

But then she added, "Nice to see you here!" she said to him, smiling. They exchanged greetings with their tails, like us humans would with handshakes. It was a peculiar sight.

"This is Sara, my new patient. I was thinking of leaving her here while I go about my daily tasks. Is there room for one more in your daycare, M?"

"For you, always, V," she said. "Nice to meet you," she said to me and held my hand for a moment. I felt how strong she was; she was quite alluring, and her hand was warm. "So, how's this going to work? Are you going to let her participate in any kind of activity?"

"No, I don't want her trained by anyone else, machines are fine, but others, including you," he said, staring at her sternly. M burst into a long laugh.

"You never leave any fun for me; it's always been like this."

"It's because I know you. I also don't want her disciplined without talking to me first, are you listening?"

"See? No fun," she said.

"Keep her well entertained and be nice to her. She's quite sensitive," he said as if I weren't there to hear.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, but he chuckled.

"I don’t mean it in a bad way. I find it quite lovely," he said, and I blushed again.

"Oh, how cute, turning all red. On Earth, that means she's embarrassed, right?" M said, making me blush even more. I wished I could control that as quickly as possible to stop embarrassing myself. "Don't worry; she'll be safe here. Come, dear, I'll introduce you to the group now. Shortly, this group will start the day's activities," she said, leading me to the circle of patients who were all sitting, tethered to the floor with collars, chatting happily.

I saw Nagui there and waved to her excitedly.

"You already have a friend. Good! When they're too shy, they suffer too much," M commented.

V gave me a kiss and said, "I'll be back soon. Behave yourself, no trying to escape. Okay?"

"Yes, sir," I said to him.

"Nice to see you again, Sara," Nagui said, remembering my name. She was wearing one of the chastity belts, like me, which meant she probably had the plugs too, and that thought made me feel a wave of pleasure for not being the only one. It was like knowing a secret that no one else knew, even though it should be clear to everyone.

"Nagui!" I exclaimed while waving to V, who was leaving. M moved away to take care of other matters and left us there, chatting.

"Has the training started?" she asked. I nodded, somewhat embarrassed. She noticed and chuckled.

"Is it your first day?" one of the patients next to her asked. He was a boy from some very strange planet, as he was green, but his hair looked very much like white sheep fur. His eyes were blue like two crystal beads.

"This is Caos," she said, sounding something like that, but I wasn't sure if I heard correctly. But I was embarrassed to ask, so I just accepted that would be his name for me from then on. V had told me that everyone there could understand each other because from the first aid, our bodies were already modified for it.

"Yes, this is my first week," I said to him. "It's been crazy so far. My Caregiver is perfect, but I've already been punished for running away. I ran across the planet, got stuck on the ground that felt like glue, and started sinking into it like quicksand!"

"You ran away?!" Caos asked, looking shocked.

"That was my reaction too when I heard my Caregiver telling the story. Everyone found out," Nagui said, and I laughed.

"I can't believe it! How embarrassing! And I don't recommend it. Outside is very hot and dangerous."

"No one goes outside, not even the Caregivers. They say there are monsters out there," he said.

"I don't believe that," Nagui retorted. "There are other institutions like this, of course, and there are the bases where they live. There can't be monsters," Nagui said, sticking her tongue out, showing the two tips going to each side.

"But each group of Zyphder lives and works in their own institution. Since they don't have to worry about food and other things that almost the entire universe needs, like diseases, water, they don't need to go out much. They are self-sufficient. So, I think they haven't explored enough to know if there are monsters or not," Caos countered.

"This is fantastic; I really want to learn more about their society, I don't even mind if there are monsters or not," I said, impressed, and the two of them chuckled. "How long have you been here?" I asked Caos.

"I can't give you an exact time, but it's been a long time. We arrived almost at the same time, right, Nagui?" he asked, and she nodded.

"Are you planning to stay here, or will you return to your planet?"

"I intend to stay. I really like it here," he said, and I was impressed.

"Is this the majority's opinion here?" I asked.

"It's hard not to like it here. First, they rescued us and helped us. They are a very good race, and it's hard to find good races in the universe. Second, it's a planet where you don't have to hunt or fight to survive!" he exclaimed. "Where are you from?"

"Earth," I said, still finding it strange how casually I now talked about my planet.

"And how is it there? It's in the Milky Way, right?" he asked, and I nodded. He ran his hand through his sheep-like hair, and I noticed it was almost like a helmet.

"It's challenging there too. You don't have to exactly hunt to survive, but you have to work, and if you don't work, you're just left to die, basically."

"Wow..." he said, thoughtful. "Here is really good once you get used to it."

"I'm noticing that," I said. "I'm not wanting to run away anymore, nor am I as scared."

"I told you the first days are the hardest," Nagui said immediately. We continued talking about everything we could, even discussing topics like the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus.

"And you guys don't believe in extraterrestrial life even?!" Caos asked, shocked, after I told them that, and I laughed a lot.

10 .

M returned and came around us, saying: "You are the next groups for today's activity. Are you ready?"

Everyone in the little circle nodded, but I wasn't sure if I was because I had no idea what this activity would entail. However, like much of what had happened so far, I wasn't given much choice. So, I nodded too.

After a few minutes, M went over and unhooked each of us, one by one. We stood up, and she lined us up. We walked, with me behind Nagui and Caos, into another room.

I was quite impressed with this room because it seemed to mimic Earth in a certain way. It had glass walls all around, revealing the universe outside. The floor was grass, and there were trees. For the first time since I arrived, I realized how much I missed trees. My eyes even welled up with tears of emotion.

"This room here is based on Earth," Nagui said. "I think she brought us here especially for you."

"That's pretty cool," I said, impressed. I wasn't expecting something like this. However, my opinion changed quickly when I found out what activity awaited us.

There were iron cages raised about 6 feet from the ground by an iron pole. M started putting each of us in the cages in a circle. When it was my turn, she extended her hand, and I had no choice but to accept. What would I do, run away? So, she lifted me effortlessly in her arms, as V would. She put me in that tiny cage formed by separate bars. My legs and hands fell out of the cage, and I looked a bit like a roasted chicken turned upside down.

It was quite uncomfortable, but I had already learned that they liked discomfort here, although they called it training.

Then, something crazy happened. It started getting very cold. The trees began to sway with the wind, and I looked confused at Nagui and Caos, but they seemed excited. I started shivering from the cold, not understanding what was happening. Then, with a snap of her fingers, a campfire appeared under each of us. It wasn't high enough to burn us, but I felt the heat from the fire immediately on my feet and hands, which were below. I pulled them forcefully inside the cage and began turning so that they wouldn't fall anymore.

"Enjoy yourselves; I'll be back later," M said to us and went back to the main room, turning her back on us.

"What kind of fun is this?!" I shouted aloud to Nagui, feeling somewhat desperate with the fire getting hotter and the cold environment getting more intense.

"This activity is to train our bodies for temperature differences and also to keep us alert," Nagui shouted from her cage, having fun not letting her snake tail fall.

"I'm not finding anything fun about this," I shouted to her, and I realized that the bars started heating up too. Soon, they would be too hot and toast us.

"Relax, it won't hurt for real. This is like amusement parks; I've read that on Earth, you willingly get into high-speed and height carriages to feel fear," she said, and it made sense, but that had nothing to do with it—it seemed like the idea of fun for a human and one of them was very different.

"I want to get out of here!" I shouted with desperation growing inside me. But no one heard me. I kept waiting for V to come and save me, but he must have been busy at work because I stayed there with my eyes closed, feeling the temperatures, until I felt a hand on me. I opened my eyes expectantly, but it was M. She took me out of the cage, and I realized that exercise was over.

We were being led in line to the next one. I didn't want to do any more. But, as always, it wasn't an option. I had to do the proposed activities. So, I started following them, and we went to the next room.

The next one was stranger than the first. The floor was all padded, including the walls, and it had a madhouse vibe. But the walls were purple instead of white, and the room was very large.

“Here, we're going to play pet," M said, and the line started moving. When I saw the first patients released from the line, I wanted to scream. She was putting cat or dog ear tiaras on each patient, a tail, and curling their fingers to put a paw glove. I was shocked, my heart beating fast. Nagui and Caos were normal, talking about something I didn't understand. I wanted to shake them and tell them to run.

When it was my turn, I didn't even know what to say.

"It's going to be fun, human," M told me, and before I could respond, she placed a cat headband on my head. Then, she went to my backside, inserted her finger there suddenly, and I wanted to scream, but there was no time because she shoved a plug in without warning. It was a long, fluffy white cat tail. Then, she took each of my hands and put one of those gloves on, so my fingers were closed in a fist, and my hand was practically useless.

"Come on, kitty," she said, pushing me gently down until I was on all fours. "That's it, crawl around."

I found Caos and Nagui further ahead, in the same manner, but Caos had chosen to be a dog. It was very strange to see Nagui, who was already a kind of snake, dressed like that. They seemed to be having fun, but all I could think about was how full I was in my backside, and I couldn't use my hands.

Strangely, that thought made my clitoris pulse.

"Come on, let's have some fun," Nagui said, and she and Caos crawled away. I started to follow them, staggering, finding it very strange how my hands were tied.

They stopped in front of a completely white lake; it looked like it was made of milk... well, I hoped it was milk and not something else. That thought made me choke because they bent down to lick it.

"Come on, Sara, let go of that human thought," Nagui told me, and I went closer, hesitating. I bent down to lick the milk. It was sweet and tasted like a cup of warm milk with cinnamon and sugar. I felt my clitoris pulsing again because the liquid started dripping from my chin down my chest, and I couldn't use my hand to clean it. Being restrained like this strangely excited me for some crazy and sick reason that I couldn't understand, and suddenly I began to see that there might be some fun in it after all.

After that, we crawled to where M was.

She was playing a kind of tag using a stick to hit the butts of the little cats and dogs.

"Come here, you little rascals," she said and tried to hit my butt. I ran away, faster, crawling, feeling, this time to my astonishment, turned on. She chased after me, and I crawled as fast as I could, feeling my heart racing, while laughing. She pretended to be angry with me and came at me with everything. I took a hit on the butt, but it only made me run more, my heart beating fast and my clitoris pulsing with desire. I wanted my hand free to be able to touch it.

It was definitely much more fun than being alone in the room waiting for V to come back.

After some time playing, she lined us up again and removed the accessories. I was relieved when she took the tail out of my hole.

Then, we went back to the first room, where she hooked us again.

"Now it's rest time, but there will be more activities soon," she said. She looked like a tower when I was sitting. I could only see her enormous balloons of breasts above me.

I was sweaty and tired, but I had strangely found it fun.

"Wait until the day we pretend to be furniture and let her use us as she pleases," Caos said, dreamily. I could only give a laugh. I didn't know if I would find that so good.

Suddenly, she came back to where I was and started messing with my hook.

"You're coming with me, cutie," she said, and I got nervous, feeling my stomach churn. There were a million possibilities of what she could do with me, and I wasn't sure if I liked any of them.

"But what about the others?" I asked, looking at Nagui and Caos to see if they would save me.

"It's just you," she said, holding my leash and smiling, malevolent.

"Goodbye, Sara!" they said, without caring.

I thought, "Traitors. You were supposed to defend me."

11.

She began to lead me by the leash to a section where the patients were restrained, and a machine trained them. This meant that plugs moved in their parts, rendering them helpless, eyes closed, bound to chairs or benches by wrists and ankles.

I opened my mouth in shock. I didn't want to be placed there. Not without V.

But she told me to lie face down and pointed to one of the benches. I saw the black leather straps near the ankles and wrists. I looked at her, hesitating, and she spoke:

"Come on. It's not a question of whether you want to or not."

And I had no choice because she would certainly force me.

I lay on the bench, feeling her fastening the straps around my ankles and wrists. I closed my eyes, bracing for the worst. Would she insert one of those huge plugs into my parts and leave me there? Just when I was starting to find it enjoyable to go to daycare?

But then, I felt a hand tracing my back, sending shivers down my spine.

It was a familiar hand, and I opened my eyes expectantly. I could hardly believe it when I saw that it was V, who was there, beside me, smiling at me.

"V!" I exclaimed, restraining the urge to try to break free and hug him. I realized how nervous I was; my heart was racing, and my mouth was dry.

"Hi, baby. I asked them to put you here. We have our first treatment session, and I missed you too much to just wait for work to finish. I don't think they'll mind if I slip away to take care of my patient," he said, and I opened my mouth in disbelief.

"I missed you too," I said, feeling my heart pounding.

"Did you enjoy the activities?" he asked, as if it were normal for us to chat while I lay face down, naked, on a bench, bound, and he stood next to me, dressed. But that thought only fueled my desire even more.

"I did. At first, it was almost like I cried from fear, but then I realized they were fun," I said.

"If you don't want to come anymore, it's okay," he said, but I shook my head.

"I really liked it. It's strange because we humans aren't used to anything like this, but then I started to find it very good."

"So, are you ready for our first session?" he asked. I looked around and realized that everyone could see us, but for some reason, that made my clit pulse even more.

"I am," I said, without hesitation.

I thought that when he had inserted the plug into me on the first Training Day, that would be the most I would be filled. But I was wrong. He started by spanking my buttocks and running his hand over my ass and pussy while massaging my back and giving kisses. When my parts were all wet with desire, he began to slowly insert his huge and alien cock. Because it was veiny and ridged, I could feel the weird texture as he tore into my little hole.

The pain was unbearable, but at the same time, so delicious that all I could do was keep my mouth open and try not to scream because people around would be watching.

He started moving slowly, and with each movement, it felt like he would split me in two. But the pressure was so pleasurable that I couldn't move or open my eyes, just lay there receiving it all.

"You're doing great," he said, stroking my hair while slowly pushing the cock even deeper. That's when I felt we reached the base. It was wider, and I knew it was impossible to fit all of that at once because I already felt it touching my core, and there was no more room for anything else. But it didn't seem to be his goal to put the knot inside, at least not this time. He just continued the thrusts, faster and more intense each time.

I couldn't help but release moans through my mouth, mixed with little screams because as much as the pain was immense, it was also a pleasure. My mouth was full of saliva, and I could already feel it dripping down my chin and chest, but I couldn't close it because everything was too intense. The movement, the speed, how I was being torn apart by his gigantic cock. He kept moving non-stop, and I thought I would explode, at the same time, I thought about begging him to stop because it was too much, I was too full, it was too much pain, too much pleasure, but I could only stay silent, taking it all.

And when I least expected it, I felt something in my butt. I looked back, surprised, and realized it was his tail. He had placed it there, inside my hole, and as he continued moving with all his strength, I whimpered loudly, no longer caring that people were watching.

"You're doing so well, baby. Hold on for me, princess," he said and pushed his tail even further, moving it as he did. I moaned loudly, closing my eyes, feeling everything. Now, there was no space inside me that wasn't occupied, just like in training, but much more intense due to the movements and the veins and ridges that I could feel on his cock.

To make matters worse, he leaned in, lying on top of my body, and put his hand on my clitoris, massaging it while continuing with strong and fast thrusts.

"No, no, no. This is too much," I said, already whimpering, but he just said,

"Take everything I'm giving you, princess, like a good girl."

That's when I climaxed loudly, screaming, because I couldn't control myself. I felt my entire body trembling from head to toe, but he didn't stop and continued at the same intensity, both with the thrusts and with the tail moving inside my ass, as well as the clitoral massage.

"Please, please," I pleaded, thinking I might lose consciousness because it was too much. It was all too much for me to endure. The pain and pleasure were taking me to another dimension. But the more I begged, the faster he went, until I climaxed again, trembling all over, pleasure reaching its peak, at the same time I felt him doing the same.

We both stayed there, breathing heavily, his weight on my back, his heart beating so loudly in his chest that I could feel it.

He withdrew the tail first and then his cock, very slowly. I was dizzy; my blood pressure had surely dropped, and my pussy had been filled with his fluids, which were much more than humans', I could feel them dripping down my thighs.

I saw M approaching and began to remove me from the machine where I was bound, slowly. I was conscious that she had witnessed the whole thing. And not just her, but everyone around. But I was floating on clouds of pleasure, so I didn't care at all.

He picked me up and gave me little kisses. I hugged his neck, no longer thinking about anything. When I came to, I was in the bathtub in our room, with him holding me in his arms.

"That was amazing," I murmured, unable to process everything that had happened.

"That was just the first of the daily sessions you'll receive," he said. "I'm glad you liked it."

"Liked it? It was an experience I've never had with anyone. Earth men can't even reach a fraction of your potential," I said.

He chuckled with those sharp, perfect teeth. After the bath, he put me to sleep in my drawer while he finished his work. I passed out as if I had run a marathon, nestled and comfortable. Protected.

When I woke up, the door of my drawer was open, and he was sitting at the table sorting through some papers. Another McDonald's bag was waiting for me. I jumped out of the drawer excited and went to the table.

"If I eat too much McDonald's, I'll get fat and sick," I said to him, perhaps thinking he didn't know that it wasn't good. But he chuckled.

"Don't worry because the treatment won't let any of those things happen. You'll be at the peak of human health. And I want to do another session with you now."

"Another?!" I asked, shocked, and he smiled.

"The more we do, the faster you'll heal."

"My Earth boyfriends could barely manage once a day, and you're telling me you want to go again?!" I exclaimed, surprised, excited, feeling my heart race with adrenaline. I set the McDonald's aside and sat on his lap. He looked surprised. I turned to face his torso and kissed his mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"So, let's go, please," I said, kissing him. He groaned at that. I raised my eyebrows. I couldn't believe I made someone so hot and so experienced moan with pleasure. He smiled in my mouth, interrupting the kiss. I saw that he had his eyes closed, felt even more in love and excited. He really seemed to like me, not just because it was his job, and I felt the same way about him.

He pushed me away a bit from his lap and put his hand inside his pants, taking out the huge, veiny, and blue cock, like the rest of his skin. I was naked, so I was completely vulnerable.

He held me with both hands, lifting me as if I weighed nothing, adjusted the position of his cock, and slowly lowered me onto it. I gasped as I felt his giant cock open me up gradually, but this time with less care than the first, as if I had already become accustomed to it. It was faster and more intense, yet the pleasure remained just as potent, and the pain had subsided a bit, lingering just enough to further stimulate the pleasure.

I moaned, closing my eyes, and embraced his neck, resting my head there, feeling completely full and open. Then it was time for him to insert his tail into my ass, also with less care this time, being more invasive and going deeper. I screamed, but he didn't care and started thrusting upward.

I was so full, so open that I couldn't even think, once again entering that state of monumental pleasure, feeling every vein of his monstrous and alien cock. Finally, he said, "I think you can handle my knot now."

"Oh my God, no, no, no!" I whimpered, looking into his eyes. "I'm already so full, completely filled!"

He chuckled with that confident control.

"I trust you, baby. I know you can handle it for me."

And he began to push his knot into me, unrelenting, and I started screaming uncontrollably. I felt like I was being torn apart, but he placed his hand on my clitoris again, massaging it in circles with strength and speed, while also moving his tail in my ass. This made me scream even louder, in pain and pleasure.

"I can’t do it! It’s too much!" I said, feeling myself becoming more and more open.

"I know you can do it for me, baby. You're doing so well, feeling all of Daddy," he spoke, continuing to push until I felt I reached the base of him, his cock trapped inside me by the knot. He was completely in. I looked at him in disbelief, mouth agape, still feeling so full, torn, but in a way I could never explain, almost bursting with pleasure. I was so wet that I felt my juices dripping down his legs.

Then, he resumed the movement.

"The knot secures in place, won't come out until I finish," he said, but I wasn't thinking properly anymore. With each thrust, I felt my insides being stirred and rearranged, my mind being scrambled. I screamed and moaned, unable to contain myself; it was too much, it was all too much. He kept working on my clitoris with strong and rapid circular movements, while I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and moaned, having no option but to accept everything I was feeling at once as he moved up and down with the strength of a bull, simultaneously filling me with his tail.

I climaxed strongly, trembling from head to toe, but again he didn't stop.

"Please, I've already climaxed!" I exclaimed, opening my eyes and looking at him pleadingly. But he chuckled.

"It only ends when I finish, baby. And that might take a little while. I have to produce as much juice as I can. Meanwhile, enjoy and brace yourself. It could be 5, 10 orgasms, maybe 20."

"20?" I said, barely believing it, already closing my eyes again to prepare for the next wave that I felt coming, as he didn't stop the movements or the massage. I thought I might faint before it was over.

"Now you understand the purpose of the training?" he asked, licking his lips, reveling in my pain and pleasure.

I nodded while screaming, feeling another wave hit me from head to toe. He was right; I was going to climax many more times, and he wouldn't stop, no matter what happened or how much I begged. I lost count by the eighth.

When he finally climaxed, I was almost powerless, receiving everything. And it was a lot of cum. It didn't all fit inside me, so I felt it dripping down my legs, spilling on his legs and the floor, making a mess.

When we finished, he took me for another bath and fed me a Filet-o-fish while I had my eyes closed, barely thinking. He caressed my hair, smiling, and ran his hand slowly over my cheeks and chin. I opened my eyes.

"What's it?" I murmured, slowly, sleepy, fulfilled.

"Just admiring how beautiful you are," he said, passionately, continuing to caress me. "Rest for a few hours. There's more later."

"More?!" I asked, struggling to believe it.

He laughed. "I take the treatment very seriously here."

12.

Little did I know, he really took the treatment seriously and wanted to apply it all the time. If it were on Earth, I would never agree, as no one can take so much sex. But with him, it was different. It was an abundance of pleasure, addictive. He knew exactly how to please me, and feeling that way was better than anything I had ever experienced in life.

We soon fell into a routine, and the months went by. When I woke up in the morning, he fucked me. Then we inserted the plugs and the chastity belt so I couldn't remove them and headed to daycare, where I engaged in various activities that I could never have imagined as a human on Earth. For example, the pet play. There was a day just like Caos had mentioned, and we pretended to be furniture. On that day, I had to stay still while M placed two glasses of juice on my back and a plate of cookies. She sat on Caos, who pretended to be a chair. It was challenging to stay in one place, being used like that, especially because I was so aroused that my clitoris throbbed, begging to be touched. We also had other activities, even things like having our bodies wrapped with tape so that we couldn't move all day, while the vibrator was placed on my clitoris.

I didn't spend much time at daycare, just a few hours, while V took care of other matters. Then, he would pick me up, take me to our room, and before lunch, we had another treatment session. He fed me and let me rest a bit. When I woke up, he made love to me once again, and after that, he put the plugs back, the belt, and the vibrator, strapped me to the chair or my drawer, and I stayed there in solo training while he attended to other things.

When he returned, we had another treatment session, then had dinner, I rested a bit, and once again, before bed – again, if it were on Earth, I wouldn't endure that routine; I would surely want to escape or something. But with him, it was perfect. He knew exactly what to do and how to treat me. It was as if I were in paradise, experiencing pleasure several times a day, eating the best food, sleeping and resting, and engaging in fun activities with my friends, without a care in the world. I couldn't be happier.

"Be a good girl while I handle a matter with a new patient," he said, closing me in the drawer after placing the plugs and vibrator.

"Of course, I will," I replied, smiling, settling into my cocoon, as I called that place. It was my little protective corner. I didn't mind that it was small and tight; I loved being confined there. Being alone there was relaxing and calming.

To avoid boredom, we tried different things we had learned at daycare, and I would request them. This time, he had taken tape and wrapped me completely, from my feet to my legs, my back, and my hands glued to my body. Before leaving, he smiled and grabbed the gag.

"Like a good girl," he said, and I opened my mouth. He placed the ball gag in my mouth and secured it behind my head. Now, I couldn't even close my mouth.

"This time, you won't climax, and I'll be watching through the collar and our communicator. For every orgasm you have, you'll get 2 strokes with the cane. It will be a personal challenge," he said. I laughed; I loved it when we played that kind of game, and I nodded since I couldn't speak with the gag.

He closed the drawer.

I closed my eyes, feeling relaxed and protected, just sensing my body. My pussy and ass were so full and stretched; there was no empty space inside me, and the only sound was the buzzing of the vibrator.

I focused on preventing any climax. I was getting better at controlling them, as I had it on for several hours a day, every day. But then he started talking through our communicator.

"I see you there, trying so hard for daddy. Good girl, a princess. You want to be a good puppy so badly, don't you? Trying so hard like that for me," he said and even moaned.

That's not fair, I thought, but I couldn't say anything with the gag. He knew that such teasing made me even more aroused. He chuckled maliciously.

“Ah, I see that you are struggling to contain yourself because of what Daddy is saying, princess. It seems you'll earn a punishment later for that. I would love to watch your ass turning red because you couldn't resist the urge to cum.”

That's how I experienced my initial involuntary climax. I felt the wave coursing through my body, trembling delicately, moaning. From that point on, I heard his mischievous chuckle, and I completely lost control and the focus I had until then.

When he arrived later, I had already cummed eight times. I glared at him with anger as he opened the drawer and watched me, finding it all very amusing. I was covered in juices and saliva and couldn't utter a word due to the gag still in my mouth. He chuckled again and pulled me out of the drawer. I couldn't even move because of the tape. He leaned me over the table and said, "Sixteen strokes, and it will be tough, but I'm sure my little princess can handle it," he said, with a malicious laugh, grabbing the cane from the cabinet without turning off the vibrator. Then, I felt another climax approaching. I tried to stop myself, but it was already beyond my control. I felt the wave throughout my body.

"Eighteen?!" he said, feigning surprise. "Poor thing. Funny, I've never felt anything in a spanking session. Must be because I'm the one always doing the hitting." I moaned, trying to protest, to tell him he wasn't funny, but obviously, no sound came out with the gag.

"What's wrong, baby? I can't understand you. Perhaps you should try speaking without a gag in your mouth," he said, maliciously, and laughed even more. To worsen the situation, he suddenly removed the plug from my ass and stood in front of me. It was a relief to feel it coming out and giving my poor butt a break, but I could see he had even more malevolent plans.

I widened my eyes at him, and he showed me a giant ginger, peeled and carved into a plug shape. I wanted to ask where he got that idea and what he intended to do with it, but it became evident to me. He went back to my backside and slowly began inserting the ginger.

"This is a practice we've learned around here to increase the burning sensation and also the pleasure that comes with pain," he said. "I know you use it on Earth too. Isn't it amazing how the universe is connected in mysterious ways? And, baby, if I were you, I wouldn't clench your bum. When this is inside you, you wouldn't want to make it tighter and feel your oils burn as you squeeze."

I started feeling the burning sensation immediately. I widened my eyes and tried to protest, but I couldn't because of the gag. That's when I felt the first stroke of the cane on my butt, and I screamed, even with the gag. The sound came out muffled, but still audible. I tried to move, but I couldn't budge an inch because of the tape.

He was right. When I clenched due to the stroke, the ginger started burning even more. Incredibly, it made me climax again, my whole body shaking, pleasure and pain blending together, as always. The massager was still on, intensifying everything even more.

He laughed. "This won't do, twenty? When and where will you stop if you can't control yourself, princess?"

He knew I melted every time he talked like that. After all those months I had been there with him, he had learned a lot about me. He hit me again with the cane, and the pain felt like I had hit my pinky toe on a table, multiplied by a thousand. I jumped in place, and again, tensing my ass made the ginger burn stronger and deeper inside me like fire. I screamed, even with the gag, and felt another orgasm coming. He gave another stroke with the cane, and sure enough, I had a stronger wave, trembling from head to toe. He chuckled. "Alright, because I'm very kind, I'll stop counting the orgasms. Otherwise, we'll never finish here. You're too delicious for me not to devour you. Now, you'll only take twenty strokes," he said.

‘Only twenty' was too much. It was like slamming my pinky toe on the edge of a table twenty times, each time with more force. It was a pain that awakened the mind, making me want to leap in place, scream, dance, drown in sensation, all at once, and it lingered before fading away.

However, he showed no mercy and continued the onslaught. When he reached sixteen, he delivered the final four swiftly, denying me the chance to process each stroke. Strangely, I found myself loving every moment of it.

"16, 17, 18, 19, 20," he spoke, counting and striking rapidly and forcefully. I screamed, tears streaming down my eyes in torrents. This time, I experienced the most intense orgasm yet.

I thought it was over. He turned off the vibrator, removed the belt, took out the ginger, and ran his hands over my buttocks, to help with the fire, and along my back, knowing it sent shivers through me. He also removed my gag, stroked my hair, wiped away my tears, and showered me with kisses. Yet, he removed the plug from my vagina and promptly replaced it with his own penis, returning behind me and commencing powerful, swift thrusts.

"You've had your share of orgasms; now it's my turn," he declared. This time, I screamed without the gag because it was overwhelming. It was tearing me apart, filling me completely, and it felt so good, so unbelievably good that I felt like a volcano in eruption. The pain in my behind, in my intimate core, but the pleasure, all intermingled. And I experienced another orgasm even more potent than the previous.

After these sessions, he always took care of me. He fed me, although I didn't need it, kissed me, bathed me, caressed me, and stayed by my side. My life, in that moment, felt simply perfect.

13.

My mistake was believing that this perfect life would continue forever. Several months passed, idyllic, an endless dream. I felt stronger, healed, happy.

But one day, as he approached me, mentioning that he would have to travel, I couldn't comprehend it. "Travel?" I asked, sitting at the breakfast table while he shuffled through some papers, preparing for the workday. We had already completed our daily morning session.

"I have to cover for my best friend, D, remember him?"

"Of course, I remember. I'll never forget him. He treated me so well, rescued me," I said.

"Well, he's on vacation."

"You guys take vacations?" I asked, puzzled. He chuckled.

"Everyone needs to rest from time to time, regardless of their race. He'll only be back in a few months."

"Months? I've never taken vacations longer than a week on Earth since I started working," I said.

He looked at me somewhat confused. "Well, it's not the same here. Here, we need to completely rest our bodies and souls so we can do the best possible job. Since this job is literally a donation on our part to someone. So, I'll cover for him as a Transporter. He's my best friend; I've known him since childhood. He asked me, but I've already talked to M. You can stay in the daycare during that time."

"All the time? I don't want to be alone there," I said, furrowing my eyebrows. "I want to go with you."

He looked at me as if I had lost my mind. "You can't come with me, princess. The conditions are not the same for me and for humans. And if we end up having a call on a planet where you can't breathe..."

"But you said my body is changing with the treatment."

"Yes, it's changing, but it hasn't changed completely yet. You're not even cured, meaning you can't exert yourself too much. You also need to focus on training."

"You must be kidding," I said angrily, rolling my eyes.

"Hey, be polite. Otherwise, I'll have to take the paddle and warm your ass," he said, furrowing his brows. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes again.

"Seriously, please don't be gone for too long. I need you."

"It'll only be for two days at a time, at most three. You'll get used to it, and when I come back, I'll spend the whole day taking care of your treatment."

"I don't want to be in the daycare all the time either. I want more. More than those silly activities. I want to have a life, and it seems like my life here is just serving you," I said, crossing my arms.

"You're a patient; your only real job is to dedicate yourself to your treatment," he said. "And besides, what kind of things do you want to do? When you went outside, you saw what happened."

"But if you were with me, it would be different. I want to explore other parts of the planet, understand how society works here. Your families, do you have a father and mother? How do you grow up, go to school, choose a profession? I want to understand all of that, read books, learn. I'm tired of just being in treatment. And now, without you!"

"You'll have all the chances after you get better. Now, princess, let's not talk about it anymore, okay? I have to leave soon, and I'll leave you with M."

I went with crossed arms and protesting, but I went because I had no choice. Like many things there.

In the daycare, they wanted me to do various activities that I didn't want. I began to refuse and protest. I was tired of having to obey. Everyone, even M, looked at me confused.

"What's your problem? Is it just because V is traveling? It's not the end of the world. There's no reason for you to be acting like this," she said. I just rolled my eyes and continued sulking.

In the first week that this happened, I still went along and accepted it because V returned quickly. He had said he would be away for two days, but ended up coming back in one. And I was happy.

However, in the following weeks, he started traveling for longer and longer periods, and I was left with M, Nagui, and Caos for more and more consecutive days.

I didn't mind being there, but I felt neglected. When I stayed in the daycare, M inserted plugs into me and put me to sleep with other patients whose Caregivers were also busy, right there, in the main hall, where the floor was padded. We slept tethered with the collar on the hook. But with this, I didn't even have my daily baths and meals, which were essential for my happiness before all this happened. I missed my cocoon, my privacy, and most importantly, my Caregiver.

And when V arrived, he wanted to hurry to do the treatment.

"You can't go without it for so long. You need to receive the treatment," he would say. But I didn't want to.

"You appeared for the first time in four days," I protested when he took me to the room after neglecting me for all that time. "That's not how it works with humans. You can't just disappear and expect to have sex with me later."

"It's not sex, it's your treatment."

"For me, it's sex, and I can only do it if I'm in the right mindset. I don't want it now, and you have to respect that," I said angrily and I went to the bathroom to take a bath. After four days, I needed it a lot. Not that I sweated or needed to clean myself there, but it was a habit, and habits didn't die easily.

That day, he came to apologize to me.

"You're right, princess. I need to be more sensitive," he said, entering the bathtub and pulling me close to caress me. "Let's order a delicious dinner, and if we can't do the treatment tonight, it's okay."

Of course, later on, I gave in.

I loved him too, but I was hating the situation with him as a Transporter.

Everything got worse on the day, after two months in this routine, when he was taking me to the daycare again, to be away for a week, he told me the news.

"D won't go back to being a Transporter," he said casually, as if he didn't want to make it a topic of discussion.

I was already very upset and looked at him with my mouth open.

"What? Won't go back? What do you mean?" I asked. He was leading me by the collar as we walked through the metallic corridors of the hospital, which was now my home.

"D called me and said he's taking a break from the profession, that he wants to take a Caregiver course," he said.

I couldn't believe it.

"Is this serious?"

"Very serious," he said and stopped walking.

I stared at him. He was gigantic compared to me, but I didn't care.

"I'm your patient. You're still a Caregiver. Will you just abandon me?"

"Of course not, Sara," he said. "Don't be foolish."

"I'm not being foolish," I yelled without being able to control myself. "You've already left me for a long time, and now this?"

"I do everything to come see you as often as possible, and your body is evolving fantastically. Soon you'll finish your treatment."

"But you said at the beginning that if I wanted, I could stay with you, and that you wouldn't leave me. But now you're just waiting for my treatment to end to become a Transporter and leave me for good," I said.

"Of course not, Sara," he said. I felt my eyes welling up with tears. I remembered what M had said the first time she saw me. That I was his hundredth patient. That he was already tired of being a Caregiver.

I took the lead. He let go of the collar, letting me walk alone. If he hadn't let go, I don't know what I would have done. I went to the daycare, and I hung myself on the usual hook.

Nagui and Caos stared at me very confused about why I was so angry, but I didn't say anything.

V said something to me, but left without saying goodbye. I started crying because of it and ended up telling everything to my friends.

"He won't leave you like that. He's a great Caregiver," Nagui said.

"But if he wants to become a Transporter, who am I to say anything? He's been a Caregiver for a long time. He's had I don't know how many patients. I think he's exhausted from this life."

"You're more important to him," Caos said.

But I couldn't believe that.

That day, I wasn't in the mood for anything. Fortunately, we spent most of the time sitting and talking.

But when M showed up saying that our group was next for activities, I crossed my arms and said, "I'm not going."

"Excuse me?" she asked me, as if she weren't hearing me.

"I already said I'm not going. I don't want to do anything today."

"You know that acting like a brat in that tone won't get you anything, right?" she asked threateningly.

But I just rolled my eyes and continued with my arms crossed.

"Sara, you have to go; we have to do the activities," Caos tried to talk to me, looking at M with fear. But I didn't care.

"I already said I'm not going. You can do whatever you want with me," I said.

"The path you're choosing will be very complicated for you. It's better not to provoke me, young lady."

“I don’t fucking care.”

"Come here right now," she spoke and picked me up in her arms, angrily. I thought of complaining or trying to break free, but in her arms, I was like a tiny poodle. I didn't stand a chance. She took me to one of the machines in the room. It was a bench, and she placed me face down, securing my wrists and ankles. Behind the bench, there was a paddle connected to the rest of the machine, and I soon found out what it was. It was a spanking machine. She turned it on, and I felt the paddle hitting my butt without any warm-up, and it hurt a lot. Shortly after, another blow followed. I looked at her angrily and felt the next hit.

"You will stay there until you reconsider your behavior."

"I don't care," I said, already with tears in my eyes because my bottom was starting to burn. She walked away, leaving me there. That machine was horrible. After a while, I began to panic, knowing that the next blow would come at the same rhythm, speed, and intensity, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I couldn't scream, plead, and there was no possibility of getting out of there. The rhythm wouldn't change either; I had to endure the next blow, then another, and so on.

I was already crying loudly when she appeared to take me out of there. At least an hour had passed.

"Have you learned your lesson?" she asked, and I nodded, humiliated because I didn't want to spend any more time there. She turned off the machine and inspected my butt. It must have been very red. Then, she took me out of the machine and said, "You will stay in the corner until V comes to pick you up."

"He will come back today?" I asked, wiping the tears from my eyes. She was very serious.

"Yes, to have a little chat about your behavior," she said and took me to the corner of the room. Then, she took a sheet of paper, leaned it against the wall, and said, "You will hold this sheet with your nose. If it falls, you go back to the machine. Are you listening? And hands on your head! I don't want you patting your butt now!"

"Yes, ma'am," I said, angrily, and held the sheet with my nose against the wall. It was very difficult to stay that way, but the worst part was the anger burning inside my chest.

Fortunately, V didn't take long to arrive. He put his hands on my shoulders, turning me. However, he was also very serious. M told him what happened while I stared at them angrily.

"I will talk to her," he said and picked me up. I tried to break free, moving my arms and legs, having a mini tantrum, I had to admit. Then, he threw me over his shoulders and slapped my already sore butt.

"Quiet," he said angrily, and I was taken out of there that way, being taken to our room, fully aware that everyone there was looking at me.

There, he sat me in the chair, even though my butt was burning, and I didn't want to sit.

"Are you going to explain yourself?" he asked, crossing his arms in front of me. "M said you disrespected her badly, and she gave you several chances, and you ignored her."

"I want to go back to Earth," I said seriously. He remained silent. "What?"

"You heard me. I want to go back to Earth."

"You're not serious," he said.

"I've never been more serious," I continued. I had tears in my eyes, but I was speaking calmly and controlled. When I wanted, I could be like that, even if I was dying inside.

"And all that talk about staying with me forever?" he asked.

"I know that's not what you want. You're tired of being a Caregiver, and you want to be a Transporter. So, I'll do you the favor of leaving your life. It will be the best for both of us."

"This has nothing to do with what you're saying," he said. "I'm just covering for my best friend. I've explained it to you."

"I don't want to know anymore," I said and wiped the tears running down my face with my thumb. "I want to go to Earth now. Take me now. You said you weren't a kidnapper, that if I wanted to leave, I could. Well, now I'm asking. I want to go to Earth now."

He looked at me, taking two steps back, struggling not to open his mouth wide. I could see surprise in his eyes, which turned into coldness.

"Well, if that's what you want, I'll take you. Get ready. We're leaving in 5 minutes."

"Great."

"Great," he repeated.

14.

I didn't think he was bluffing, but I expected there would be some level of difficulty in returning me to Earth. However, that wasn't the case. Just as I was rescued, he personally returned me to my apartment.

We traveled with the spaceship to Earth's stratosphere, gradually approaching until we reached my old city, next to my former building. I didn't know what to feel. My stomach was in knots. I wanted to ask him how no one was seeing us, but there surely was some kind of camouflage, and I didn't want to talk to him.

He left me at the entrance of my building, and I saw him for the last time as he closed the spaceship door while I descended. I was still wearing the little white dress from the day I was taken, and I started to feel like crying. He left, disappearing into the sky.

I looked around at the street filled with people walking happily and in a hurry, as it always was. I had been gone, but the world hadn't stopped. Everything was the same. The sky was cloudy above me. Cars hurriedly traveled on the highway. There was the noise of city life.

I didn't know what day or time it was, or how I still had an apartment, if someone had invaded it, and how I would enter without the key. But I entered my building, took the elevator, and went to my floor. I opened the door, which was unlocked, and returned to that tiny space that had been closed for so long. It smelled musty and dusty for not having the windows open for so long.

Suddenly, I remembered that there might be dried blood in the bathroom where I had made that mistake the first time, and my stomach turned at the thought. I opened the door, and fortunately, everything was clean. I didn't know if the Zythder also cleaned up the mess patients made when they were sick, but apparently, they did.

I opened the windows, letting the air in, and sat on the sofa. I couldn't believe I had been away for so long, but everything seemed exactly the same. I was back to my old life.

While everything had changed, nothing had changed either. I could have been there the day before and never have met V, the Zythder, or anyone. It didn't seem like it would have made a difference.

Everything felt strange in the first few days after he left me there. I was completely lost because I didn't know how to live my old routine anymore.

I struggled to get up at a reasonable hour, even though 10 a.m. wasn't that description for some people. I tried to reconnect with social media, but everything became so heavy that I disconnected again. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I didn't even want to check if I had messages from my friends.

It was much more challenging to feed myself without the food machine. I forced myself to grab a bowl and fill it with cereal and milk that I had bought at the market, but I couldn't even finish eating. As the days passed, I ate less and less. The few things I ate, like cups of Cup Noodles and bottles of beer to drink, piled up in the sink. I didn't have the strength to clean.

Eventually, I decided to turn on my phone. There were a few messages from my friends.

"You disappeared.”

"How are you?"

But they stopped insisting after 2 or 3 messages, and there was nothing new for months. If I had died, no one would even notice. No one from my own family had called me. My uncles and aunts were distant, and my grandmother with Alzheimer's probably wasn't doing any better, if she hadn't already died.

I considered getting a job again, but just that thought gave me a panic attack. I could barely get out of my apartment door. Everything was too much for me. I wondered if the treatment had really had any effect because it didn't seem like it, and what I wanted most was to have V back.

I regretted everything I had done.

I shouldn't have said I wanted to go back to Earth.

I shouldn't have treated V badly.

He was just trying to help, and he had never said he would be a Transporter or that he would abandon me. He wasn't doing it because he wanted to or because he was tired of being a Caregiver, but for his best friend, who had also been very kind to me.

I never should have ignored how much he took care of me.

I was being selfish.

And every time I thought about all of that, I sank deeper into the hole.

Everything became so bad that I no longer had the desire to get out of bed, open the windows, and blinds.

I lay in the dark room, waiting for the hours to pass, ignoring the hunger.

If I paid attention to it, I would see that I was famished and had nothing to eat in the fridge. I would have to go out to look for food, or even if I ordered something, I would have to manage to be well enough to pick it up at the door, and I didn't feel that way.

I had never been so depressed in my entire life, and worse, regretful. This was a new feeling. I never used to regret anything. I always thought, "It was for the best, it was for the experience." But I deeply regretted letting V go.

I wondered if, by thinking with all my heart, I could talk to him again, if it would work. But every time I tried, I stopped, feeling stupid for doing so. He must already be with another patient. He didn't want to know about me.

I grabbed a mug from the cabinet after forcing myself to drag myself there and open the fridge, which flickered. There was only one egg and half a bottle of ketchup inside. The milk had run out. I put the mug back in the cabinet and looked around the kitchen. It was filthy. I had no desire or strength to take out the trash, and soon, bugs and other creatures would probably start appearing. But I didn't have the strength to deal with that now.

I can't take it anymore, I thought. I didn't want to make the same mistake I had made the first time because I regretted it too much. But now I was beginning to understand why I had done that. I had come out of depression and returned to it, and I could clearly see the difference between the two phases.

Maybe I needed medication, but I had already tried taking it, and it hadn't helped. I didn't have the strength to go to a clinic or hospital.

I lay back in my bed, in the dark, unkempt room, because I wasn't changing the sheets or opening the windows. I thought, with all my might, "V, or any of the Zythder, if you really exist, if you weren't just a figment of my imagination, come save me. Because I'm much worse than the first time. And, this time, I won't survive."

I vaguely thought that this time, not using a razor would be better. Just taking several pills. I wouldn't have to deal with blood, with pain. I would just sleep. I thought I would do that. I would go to my sleep, my final continuous sleep.

My life on Earth made no sense, and my other life, apparently, hadn't existed. Now, it was just a distant memory that might have been the invention of a schizophrenic brain. So, I waited to dream of something comforting.

I took ten Xanax pills that I still had in my cabinet from my last depression treatment. It would be enough for me to sleep and not wake up again. That's all I had. I took them all in one gulp of water and went to sleep. This time, forever.

15.

However, when I opened my eyes, I recognized my surroundings.

I could hardly believe it.

I felt a wave of energy rising in my body.

I was back on the spaceship!

I looked around, wide-eyed, feeling my heart beating faster than I could, and jumped in place. But I was strapped in, and I had already forgotten about it. I started laughing and shouting:

"V, is this true? Am I really here?"

V appeared in front of me, but he wasn't smiling. He was serious, and I immediately became serious too. I had forgotten how handsome he was.

"You've been very naughty," he said. I could hardly believe his words. In fact, it was such a relief to hear them that I started laughing. He crossed his arms. "I'm serious. You're going to get a spanking that you won't be able to sit for a week. How dare you attempt against yourself again, put yourself in danger again? Didn't I tell you this would result in a huge punishment?" he said but then smiled and hugged me, pulling me out of the chair.

We both stood there hugging, and I could hardly believe it. It was really him. It was his smell, his muscles. I kissed him all over his face, his mouth, his chest. I hugged him and then started crying, trembling.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I should never have asked to go to Earth. My place is here, with you!"

He looked me in the eyes and wiped away the tears with his thumb, as he used to.

"We should have talked. I should never have agreed to take you to Earth in that state. It was irresponsible of me. I'm sorry too," he said. "I'll never leave you again and let you go away from my side. I deeply regret letting you go," he said, disturbed. I realized that it had really affected him.

"It wasn't your fault! It was mine!" I exclaimed.

"Forgive me, Sara," he said. "Please, stay with me forever."

I stared at him.

"But what about the travels?" I asked.

"I am still a Transporter, but I am also a Caregiver. I am your Caregiver, and yours alone. You will come with me on the trips."

"But you said it was very dangerous."

"Don't worry, I figured it out," he said. "I'll never leave your side again, believe me. I love you."

It was the first time he had told me that. I opened and closed my mouth, unable to believe it. I had wondered if love was something only humans felt, and for all those months, I had been wondering if it was appropriate to tell him that I loved him. What if he didn't understand?

But in that moment, I realized I had been foolish. Love was a universal feeling, something everyone experienced, including other beings, animals, intergalactic beings—everyone.

"I love you, love you, love you!" I exclaimed, and we kissed again.

After that, he took me to our room, where he prepared a feast for me and gave me a bubble bath. He forgot about the promise of spanking and didn't leave my side. In fact, neither of us slept in the capsules or the drawer. He had arranged a bed, or something that looked more like a mattress on the floor, but it was perfect for me.

"I'm never going to let you sleep alone again. Seeing you like that in the apartment broke my heart. And you'll sleep hugged to me forever," he said.

"I love you," I told him.

"I love you too," he replied. "Forever."

∆∆∆

"This planet is very strange," I said to him through the communicator.

I was sitting cross-legged, with my arms also crossed, as they couldn't fit any other way. I also had both plugs, the belt, and the vibrator on because he said we couldn't waste time on training, not even while traveling.

The planet we were on was all purple, both the sky and the ground, and giant orange bubbles emerged from small craters, exploding.

It was wonderful.

It was the 25th planet I had explored, and I couldn't be happier. I traveled with him in a way I had seen kittens and puppies travel on Earth, on the backs of their owners. I was in a transparent backpack, like a carrier box, that he carried on his back. There, I had everything I needed to survive as a human—oxygen, pleasant temperatures. And also, I could see everything that was happening and was always close to him.

Furthermore, on each planet, he bought me a collection of books to read while we were in transit and learn more about the universe, as we didn't have that on Earth. He had kept his promise that I wouldn't be alone or bored anymore. After each book, he also liked to give me a quiz to see what I had learned, and, of course, I got a spanking if I didn't get everything right and orgasms if I did. That was the best way to learn, in my opinion.

"I'm glad you liked it," he said. "I'm thinking of giving you the treatment right there, behind one of those craters. What do you think?" he asked through the communicator.

"Let's do it," I said and laughed.

"Your laughter is the best sound in the universe to me."

THE END

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P. Parker loves writing steamy stories about aliens, vampires, witches, shapeshifters, and everything paranormal. With a lot of intensity, of course. When she's not writing, she's watching American football and playing games. She lives by the sea with her two rabbits and chinchilla, and her greatest pleasure is going to the beach, watching the sea while thinking about her newest adventures to be written. Additionally, she enjoys researching rubber dildos of different sizes and mysterious shapes that resemble monsters. This might seem like an unusual hobby, but she recommends it to all readers.

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