Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
My ears are ringing. What the hell? I start shaking my head and draw my knees together and up toward my chest.
“You’ll get used to it, Baby girl. I promise. When I say that Papis take care of their Little girls in every way, I mean that. I will feed you, clean you, and change you when you wet yourself.”
I’m so stunned all I can do is shake my head over and over. He can’t be serious.
He rises, lifts my ankles again, and slides something under me.
Not something. A diaper. It’s not like any crinkly diaper I’ve ever seen. It’s made of cloth and very soft, but that doesn’t make me any less panicked.
I’m too stunned to fight him as he presses my knees wide and pulls the material up over my pussy. It’s not until he fastens the sides that I twist around onto my stomach and crawl across the bed as fast as I can.
I’m not fast enough, though. Papi snags me by the ankle and drags me back toward him on my tummy. He leans his body over me, smothering me. His lips come to my neck where he kisses and licks.
When I realize he’s about to pierce me, I jerk my head to the side away from his mouth. I manage to roll onto my back, hoping to keep rolling until I reach the edge of the bed. If I fall off, though, I’ll probably get injured.
Papi is too fast and too strong for me. He easily grabs my wrists and holds them down above my head. He’s not even winded.
I try to knee him, but he climbs onto the bed, straddles me, and hovers above me. My legs are flailing around behind his enormous body to no avail.
I start to cry again. “It’s not fair.”
“I know, Baby girl. It really isn’t fair. It’s just life. I hate that you’re hurting right now. I know it’s a lot to absorb, and I’m throwing everything at you at once. You’re upset. You’re scared. I understand.”
I shake my head, tears running down my cheeks. “You don’t. You don’t understand. Women don’t wear diapers, Papi. It’s not a thing. I can’t do it. You have to let me have this one thing. You can baby me in everything else if you want, but not this.” I’m sobbing, gasping around every word, so mad I want to scream.
He’s so damn huge, and he seems even larger on top of me. He’s hovering on his knees; otherwise, he would crush me in half if he put his weight on my stomach or hips. And even though he’s holding my wrists down, I’m certain he’s applying not one tenth the pressure he could if he needed to.
“I won’t do it,” I shout at him. “I won’t use a diaper. I’ll just hold it in until I die from a bladder infection. It’s happened, you know. I read a woman held her pee for so long she died.”
He draws in a slow breath. This is the most exasperated I’ve seen him. “You won’t die, Baby girl,” he says calmly.
“How do you know? I could.”
“If you were really so stubborn that you refused to pee, I could use any number of methods to ensure you wet yourself, Ava.”
I gasp, my eyes wide. “Like what?” I don’t want to know. Why am I asking?
“For one thing, I could pierce you and put you to sleep so deeply that you had no control over your bladder.”
More tears fall. Silent ones.
“In addition, we take our mates’ health very seriously on Eleadia. You’ll have frequent doctor’s visits to make sure you’re thriving. The doctors pay very close attention to ensure every new Little girl is keeping her diaper wet and emptying her bowels frequently. If you were so stubborn that you were still refusing to wet yourself after a few weeks, the doctor could put a tube in your urethra to hold it open. He could also prescribe a localized anesthetic that would make it difficult for you to control the muscle in your bladder.”
I’m pretty sure all the blood leaves my head. I feel like I’m going to faint. I’m so disillusioned that I don’t even have a response. I stop fighting and let my body go limp.
This makes Papi’s brow furrow. He stares at me for a long time before releasing me to slide off the side of the bed. He looks sad as he picks me up and cradles me in his arms again. Too bad. I’m sad, too.
I’m also thirsty. All the fight has left me. I just want a drink and some sleep. I close my eyes and go limp in his arms. I don’t care if he drops me.
Chapter Eight
Ganrax
My heart hurts. When she stops fighting me, I want to scream. It was much better while she was still arguing, but she’s worn out, and I’ve pushed her to her limit.