“It’s the way things are done here,” Dr. Han said glibly. “So, we’d best examine you internally. Most males in the penal colony like to engage in all manner of sexual acts. Have you ever had anal sex before?” he asked nonchalantly.
Freya staggered and he caught her arm. “No. This is wrong. So wrong.”
Dr. Han escorted her toward the examination table, the one with the stirrups and straps. “Up you get. I’m very keen to see your sexual attributes.”
Attributes! The doctor pressed her down, forcing her backwards onto the padded table.
“Legs up on these rests and we can spread them nice and wide.” Dr. Curzon tapped the foot hold. “Slot your feet under this strap.”
She couldn’t think what to do but obey them. The guard was outside; she had no friends and nobody to stand up for her. Her jelly legs needed the support of the stirrups. Spreading them out was crippling as her vagina and bottom were presented to the two medics.
“Excellent. What an exquisite arrangement. So like the Vendu’s and others too, but this,” Dr. Han tapped her pubic mound. “Hairy still and beneath this little hood, can you see, Dr. Curzon, an external clitoris.”
The other medic bent over and peered between her legs. “Indeed. Remarkable.”
“It needs no internal stimulation to achieve an orgasm.”
Freya screeched, “I’m not an ‘it’!”
Dr. Han continued his appraisal. “From what has been gleaned, this tiny thing is quite capable of arousing the whole body into a state of orgasm. Several orgasms. And unlike the Vendu, it works independently of vaginal stimulation.”
The conversation was beyond humiliating. They spoke about her clitoris as if it were nothing more than an appendage, something she had no control over. What made it so fascinating?
“I’m here!” she called out, lifting her head up off the table.
“I would appreciate watching it come. Would that be possible under these circumstances?” Dr. Curzon asked of his colleague.
Dr. Han mentioned a word Freya didn’t recognize. When he said it, he grinned and nodded. “She’s producing natural lubricants. A sign of intense arousal.”
No! It wasn’t possible, surely? “What are you talking about? What’s that word you used?”
“It’s a non-medical representation of your vagina. I suppose you might say it is intimate.” Dr. Han snapped on a glove. “We’ll shave off this hair so you can see the physical response as she orgasms.”
Pussy, he meant her pussy, or some other vulgar term. It lowered the tone of the conversation. She decided to be defiant and refuse to come. “I am not going to have an orgasm,” she hollered.
; “We have devices that will ensure you do. We usually insert electrical probes in the vagina and anus, and the pulses stimulate an orgasm. However, since your clitoris is not inside your vagina, we can electrify the external clitoris with a small clip and stimulate it that way. Do we have a small clamp we can attach to it, Dr. Curzon? It will probably pinch a little, but once she is stimulated, the pain will be blocked by the waves of intense pleasure.” He looked around the room and Dr. Curzon opened a cabinet door.
Freya attempted to sit up, but her legs were strapped down both around her ankles and thighs. She couldn’t escape. How to stop them? They were conducting experiments on her, not an examination. How could it be right?
“Please lie back, Freya.” Dr. Han nudged her back. “Just relax.”
“Relax? You’re about to electrocute me—”
“Nothing of the sort. A few pulses and it will be done. We can record the images of your clitoris swelling and the contractions.”
“Record,” she stammered. “I’m being turned into an…” she hunted for a suitable phrase in Vendian, “exhibit.”
“You’re unique, Freya. Your presence on Tagra is providing the alien health division with excellent study opportunities. I might put in a request to keep you here in the medical facility for a few days and see what else we can discover about you.”
Her throat constricted into a tight ball. The whir of the shaver was barely audible and in state of shock, she lay still as Dr. Curzon removed her hair. Folding her arms around her face, she hid the tears prickling her eyes. They’d warned her during her training about torture and other things that they might do to her if she were caught. However, no amount of training could have prepared her for this medical examination. The interrogation back on Earth had been frightening and intimidating, but the truth serum they’d given her hadn’t hurt and they’d not laid a finger on her, contrary to the belief that the Vendu favored brutality.
“Smooth and bare. Now if we lift this little hood and expose the tip of the clitoris, we can clamp it. Let’s go for five minutes or so for the first one, then we’ll go longer for the next with the probes inserted to record the internal contractions.” Dr. Han touched her. Neither rough nor gentle, he slid his fingers along her slit and nudged her clitoris.
A tremendous wave of shivers echoed over her belly and down her thighs. She screwed her eyes shut, battling the awful sensation of lust that he’d swiftly awakened. Why couldn’t she control herself? It was horrible being so vulnerable and used. A stab of pain rocketed through her clitoris and she cried out, wriggling her bottom frantically. The clamp fell off and clattered on to the floor.
She whipped away her arms, blinked in the bright glow of the overhead lights, and screamed. “I won’t let you do it. Get off me! You’re only doing this because I’m female.”