Pets 2: Pani's Story (5 page)

She rolled back onto her side, staring at the wall in the darkness. She tried to get her fingers 20

up between her collar and her neck, but there just wasn’t enough room and the sack hampered any chance she might have had to unbuckle the confining collar. She kicked furiously, but confined inside the sleepsack, she couldn’t even dislodge the blankets. Not that she was hot.

The bed was actually quite cozy, just like her bed back home.

Home.

Blinked rapidly to keep back the tears, Judy gave in to rising waves of self-pity. Had anyone noticed she was missing yet? Her mother would probably call on Sunday, and maybe start to panic come Tuesday when Judy still failed to returned her call. Certainly, her boss will have noticed by now. She imagined her answering machine light would be blinking with at least half a dozen messages. And of course her landlord would notice her absence, but probably not until the end of the month when her rent came due. Not that it mattered. The Nationwide search could be instigated on her account, and still Judy knew it wouldn’t make any difference. There would be no rescue. She was stuck here, a grown-up baby in the house of a paternally-minded giant.

Letting the pillow muffle her sobs, Judy curled in on herself and let the tears flow and fall.

Though she struggled to be as quiet as possible, the giant heard her anyway. He came back into the bedroom, flicking on the light and bending over her crib to check the snugness of the collar at her neck and to brush his hands worriedly over her face.

“I said, don’t touch!” She slapped at his hand, but the sleepsack prevented even that from being very effective. All she could do, as he bent down to scoop her into his arms, was protest with shouts and wails, the confining fabric reducing her wild thrashing to muted worm-like wiggles as he carried her from the nursery into his room just down the hall.

It had to be his. The bed was bigger. Big enough for two giants to sleep side-by-side and probably never touch. Only one side of the plush bedding was turned down, however, and it was to this side that he carried her, laying her down gently towards the center of mattress before climbing in beside her and covering them both with the blankets.

Judy held herself as stiff as a wooden plank while he leaned over far enough to switch out the light. Then he lay down on his side next to her, his head pillowed on his bent arm, his breath passing warm and contented through her hair. She closed her eyes, scarcely daring to breathe when his arm hooked around her waist and pulled her closer. He was going to fondle her now, she knew it. She could feel it, that cold dread pricking at her breasts and deep inside her womb.

She swallowed hard and waited for his hand to wander up from her hip where it currently rested, warming her skin through the sack.

Except that when his hand finally did move, he merely wiped the tears from her cheeks and tenderly stroked her hair. He kissed her, too, chastely, his lips brushing across the top of her head before he nestled in, cradling her comfortably beneath the weight of his arm.

Judy remained awake long after he fell asleep. She listened as the rhythm of his breathing deepened into softly rumbling snores. She relaxed in his snuggling embrace, warm but not too hot, growing sleepily comfortable in spite of herself. She wanted to stay awake, to wait until he was so far gone into whatever dreams occupied the minds of slumbering giants that she could slip out from under his arm without his noticing. Each blink of her eyes became longer and longer, her eyelids growing heavier and heavier. For all her anger and fear, the warmth and 21

comfort and exhaustion overwhelmed her, and eventually, Judy slept.

* * * * *

Bad baby, Tak’buh scolded as he chased her down the hall. Trapped in the confines of the collared sleepsack, her limbs feeling hampered by molasses, Judy just could not move fast enough. He picked her up, swinging her up under one arm as he hauled her against his solid chest.

She swung at him, but the sleepsack blocked the attempt in a billow of yellow fabric.

Tak’buh was not inclined to let her get away with even the attempt. The hallway turned into a bedroom and he sat down on the end of the bed, putting her across his knees with absurd ease.

Instead of removing the collar and skinning her from her sleepsack like an eel, he tackled the problem of baring her bottom through the dropseat. Unfastening the row of buttons at the small of her back, he folded back the fabric to reveal the twin mounds of her buttocks, already clenching in tight together as she felt the brush of cool air against her skin.

She kicked and flailed, her tiptoes barely scraping the floor and butting up against his massive shoes as she tried to break free. He spanked her anyway, his hand covering all her bottom in a single, sharp splat!

The whole of her body jolted under the impact, and she erupted into a shrieking stream of curses. The foulest that she could think of. He couldn’t possibly have understood her, but maybe swear words had a universal sound to them, because he took immediate offense and spanked harder in retaliation.

Bad babies didn’t swear. Bad babies stayed where their daddies put them and behaved themselves, or bad babies got their bottoms resoundingly spanked until there was no strength left in all their little bodies to kick and wail and fuss the way Judy was doing now.

Tak’buh had no patience for bad babies, and Judy refused to obey. She wanted to go home.

She wanted to return to her abandoned life. She couldn’t stay here; she wouldn’t! She was nobody’s baby, bad or otherwise. She was independent and smart and lived life on her own terms, and she did it all without being babied by gigantic three-fingered men or suffering a hot and throbbing bottom.

Tak’buh stopped spanking her. Catching the scruff of her sleepsack, he pulled her upright on his lap, and though she fought him for all that she was worth, he was so much stronger than she could ever be. He forced her thighs apart, draping them to either side of his lap as his hand clapped upon her aching bottom, pulling her hips right up to his.

It was a very undaddy-like hold; the long fingers of his hand following the curve of her buttocks down between her splayed thighs. He stroked into the shallow crease, skimming the dusky rim of her anus before moving on to find her feminine folds. His caresses parted them apart, and behind the anger and the fury and completely regardless of what she really wanted, Judy still felt that jolt of near electric sensuality shocking up through the very core of her as his fingertips dipped into her moist heat.

* * * * *

Judy’s eyes snapped open. She blinked slowly, trying to bring the long expanse of bronze 22

bedding into focus in the brilliance of the new morning’s light. As the lines and shadows grew definition, however, what she had at first mistaken to be blankets and pillows under her cheek turned into the muscular flesh of a very broad chest. She was sleeping on top of him, her head pillowed just beneath his chin, his sparse black hairs tickling her nose as he breathed in, lifting her ever so slightly as his ribs expanded.

Was he asleep or awake? She held herself perfectly still, too afraid to move lest she accidentally wake him before she had a chance to figure out what to do.

But no, he was already awake she suddenly realized, her entire body stiffening as his hand moved upon her back, slowly playing along her spine until it came to rest upon her diapered bottom. He stroked her there, soft little circles that traced his fingertips over every inch from the small of her back to the tops of her thighs, and even brief forays in between them, bringing sharply back into focus the fading memory of her dream.

And what parts she had forgotten—or maybe only wished she could forget—her body remembered with shockingly aroused clarity.

She jerked her hips to one side, rearing her head back to find the dark wide-awake alien eyes of Tak’buh fixed upon her.

Neither moving, they simply stared, one at the other, until with a snarl, Judy jerked over onto her side and rolled off him. Or at least tried to. His hand abandoned her bottom, but his arm locked instead around her waist, snapping her tightly to his chest again.

“No,” she snarled, bracing her hands against his chest as she struggled to get her knees up high enough to wedge between them.

He swiveled them both to sit on the edge of the mattress and then stood up with her anyway.

Jostling her to sit on his hip, holding her tightly, he made his way to the bathroom down the hall.

He was taking no chances this morning. He locked the door before he put her down, holding onto her squirming body just long enough to check her diaper before turning his attention to his own waking needs.

Let it not be said Judy was not a resourceful woman. She almost got away from him several times, once while he was standing at the toilet with his back turned to her. She got the door unlocked and with the skirts of her sack held taut to keep from tripping, she waddled rapid down the short hallway.

Tak’buh caught her before she stubbornly managed to throw herself down the stairs.

Snagging the back of her sleepsack, he lifted her up under one arm, balancing her against his hip as he carried her back to the bathroom. Now, not only did he lock the door, but he wedged a clothes hamper in front of it. Scowling blackly, she huddled in a corner by the cabinets and waited hopefully for a second chance at escape.

That chance did not appear until after he’d stripped off his clothes and climbed into the long, glass-enclosed tub. He slid the glass doors shut and turned the shower on. As a fine spray of water began to rain down upon the stark white tiles within and Tak’buh moved in to stand under the spray, Judy rose to her feet. She pulled the excess fabric of her sack up around her hips, freeing her feet to creep as softly as possible towards the door.

The hamper was heavier than it looked. Despite all her best attempts at quiet, the feet scraped the floor, freezing Judy in her tracks. She cringed in on herself, almost afraid to turn 23

around and check if the giant had heard her. That inner struggle died when she heard two ominous finger snaps from behind her.

Shoulders sagging, Judy glanced behind her. Sure enough, Tak’buh was leaning out of the shower and pointing sternly for her to get back in her corner. The look on his face had Bad Baby written all over it.

Judy kicked the hamper. Yanking the skirts of her sack back up to her waist, she stomp-waddled her way back into the corner. She flopped against the wall, sagging down it until her diapered bottom hit the floor. With knees drawn up to her chest and arms folded across them, she scowlingly waited for Tak’buh to resume his shower and hoped a third chance might present itself before he was done.

Unfortunately, Tak’buh learned from his mistakes. He came out of the shower stall, dripping wet and completely naked, the massive height and breadth of him so universally...huge...and male...all over...that at first all Judy could do was stare, and she was not staring at his face.

“Holy crap,” she breathed, trying and utterly failing to pry her eyes from the sight of his cock, flaccid and dangling beneath a thick black nest of curls. His was easily twice the size of any that she’d ever before seen. Ever. And that included photo-shopped pictures on the Net.

“Holy crap!” she said again, with more feeling. She was so stunned that it didn’t register than he was reaching for her until he bent down and actually picked her up. It was being pressed against his dripping wet chest, with one leg lying across his buttocks and her other dangling alongside that massive cock, that jolted Judy sharply back into herself. He smelled like soap, and he was taking her back into the shower with him.

“No!” She panicked when he started to strip the sack away. He paid no attention, not even when she slapped at his hand, instantly throwing her whole body into the fight to break away.

“No, No, No!”

She kicked both legs, shoved at his chest, and only through the barest peripheral of awareness, noticed when his eyes rolled heavenward and he heaved an exasperated sigh. He was struggling to maintain his patience, and it was a fight that he abruptly lost when one of her wild punches went completely wild and connected with his chin.

Every last one of her knuckles popped, sending a jolt of pain up the length of her forearm.

Clapping a hand to his chin, Tak’buh jerked his head back just far enough to keep from being hit again and stared at her, surprise and new-budding anger warring in the depths of his black eyes.

Judy wasn’t stupid. In no small part of herself shocked by what she’d done, she grew still in his arms. She’d never struck a man before, had never punched anything as hard as she’d just hit him, and yet he was hardly phased by it. Angry, yes. But not cowed or remorseful or even the slightest bit hesitant about sitting down with her on the side of the tub, unbuckling her collar and stripping away both the sleepsack and diaper before flipping her unprotesting body onto her stomach across his naked and dripping wet thighs.

His cock was a sleeping giant between his legs and made no response at all to the proximity of her own nakedness. He simply spanked her, hard. Like in her dream. Paying no heed to her shrieks or pleas, letting them dissolve all the way into frantic wails while he scolded her in incomprehensible growls and spanked, and spanked, and spanked. Judy couldn’t remember the last time she’d dissolved so messily into tears, but she cried now. Not because it hurt (which it 24

did) and certainly not because she thought she deserved it, but because the finality of her situation was sinking in. With every burning swat, it was sinking in, branding her flanks in overlapping handprints that didn’t stop until the hopelessness of it had so overwhelmed her that she couldn’t even fight his pinning hold anymore. She just lay there, sobbing and naked across his lap, absorbing the burning chastisement of his open hand until the very lat smack bounced off her bottom and he’d pulled her upright again.

He kept her in his lap, and she just couldn’t bring herself to object to that either. Not even when he pointed one long finger just off the end of her nose, scolding her in words she couldn’t understand. All but the one; Pani, her Bad Baby name.