“You were going to stimulate her with that?” Marco grimaced. The clamp wasn’t delicate and if placed on her tiny nub would no doubt cause a degree of discomfort. Her clitoris was small, but unlike the Vendu females, it was visible. In his pants, his cock twitched, aching to be freed. The sight of a bound woman with a red bottom and dripping pussy was tantamount to torture for his libido. He breathed deeply and concentrated on keeping his penis out of sight. What the hell had she done to him?
“Please,” she pleaded. “I’ve asked them to leave me alone.”
Her face was flushed bright pink and her nipples stood up erect. Everything about her shouted the opposite to what she was saying. “Don’t you want to orgasm?” he queried, bemused by her quandary. “It won’t harm you.”
She batted her eyelids and her mouth open and shut several times. “But… this isn’t right. I haven’t agreed to this exam.”
“You’ve been spanked and you’re ashamed, obviously.” He walked around to stand by her head and with the tip of his finger, brushed aside a loose strand of hair from her face. “I can see you are conflicted.”
“You’re the governor of this colony?” she asked, raising her head.
He nodded. His new promotion gave him power over everyone at Tagra. Well, almost everyone. He shot a glance at Dr. Han, who remained ready to strike with his clamp.
“Then you can tell them to stop.” She reached out and touched his sleeve.
“It’s not that simple. I don’t have jurisdiction over Dr. Han. He has special dispensation to conduct studies on aliens. You must comply, I’m afraid, or else you will be handed over to me for punishment.”
“Punishment!” She stiffened and dropped her hand.
“I will hav
e you spanked even harder and with something more than a hand. Spanking is common here and it is how prisoners are disciplined on Tagra. Even the prisoners discipline each other with the whip or rod. It prevents the breakdown of law and order. Now, let the doctor finish his examination and it will be done.” He nodded to the medic.
“No, please. Not that clamp. It will hurt. I’m so tender and sensitive. How can you possibly know what that thing will do to me if you’ve never encountered my physiology before?” She captured his sleeve again and tugged on it. “Please. There has to be another way.”
Marco licked his lips. Her soulful eyes called out to him. He’d not seen eyes like them—light and translucent, they glimmered under the lights. Every morsel of her curvaceous body had awakened him. That he had spent years hunting for a suitable companion and it was a prisoner who ignited his yearnings, not his own kind, was ironic. He would have to resist. She would never survive the demands he’d place upon her. Vendu women were bred to accommodate their men. An Earthling was not.
“You want her to orgasm?” he asked the medic. “Does it matter how she is stimulated?”
“No. I suppose not. What do you have in mind?”
“How will you make your measurements?”
“The best approach is to insert probes into her vagina and anus, then force her clitoris to achieve a climax. That is our preferred method. It works on most prisoners. However, she is different.” Dr. Han shrugged. “It is harmless. We hadn’t anticipated she would make such an issue. She’s been in stasis for weeks and probably needs the release,” he smirked.
“As you stated, she’s different,” Marco noted. “Perhaps she doesn’t have the need for relief. We, the Vendu, require regular sex. Humans, from what I’ve read, are… choosy.”
She muttered. “Damn right.”
Marco desperately wanted to touch her. To feel the wetness that leaked out of her pussy and stroked her clitoris. To be the first Vendu to induce an orgasm in an Earthling was an honorable accolade. He’d watched those strange images, seen how Earth men used their hands and mouth to excite their women. With Vendu women a hard fuck was always necessary to bring a woman to a climax. He cleared his throat. “I’ll do it. If you don’t mind?” he spoke to the medics, but at the same time, he reached down and squeezed her hand.
Dr. Han and Dr. Curzon glanced at each other, then both shrugged in unison. “As you wish,” said Dr. Han and he dropped the clamp on a nearby tray. “I can insert the probes—”
“No, I’ll do that,” said Marco. To feel them slip into her tight holes and imagine it was his thick cock in their place—it was an opportunity he couldn’t miss. After today, she would disappear into the vast penal colony and he would have to try hard to forget her. This was his chance. Perhaps, deep down, he wanted to show her a kindness. He’d not given love much thought; however, kindness he could manage.
Dr. Curzon handed him the lubricated vaginal probe. It was long, but relatively slender. “You do know how to use this?” the doctor murmured into his ear.
Marco glared back. What a stupid question. “Naturally,” he said through gritted teeth while squirting a generous amount of lubricant on the probe. “I won’t need gloves either,” he said when Dr. Curzon held out a pair. “Now step back and let me make her comfortable.”
“Ready, Freya?” he asked, leaning over her. “Try to relax.”
“Easy for you to say,” she replied. She inhaled deeply—he saw her ribs rise and her nipples crest on the wave of a long exhale.
“Good.” He pressed the smooth end of the dildo against her pussy and the soft lips spread, opening up as he slid the metallic probe into her channel. She gasped, her mouth gaping open, and closed her eyes.
With the sheen of the metal disappearing inside her, he delved deeper and drove the dildo into her wetness as if it was his thrusting cock. Then he stilled his hand, resisting the temptation to fuck her with the probe. She was vulnerable and at his mercy, but he wanted her to trust him and not fear what he might do to her. “Well done. Now, I’m going to touch your clitoris and at the same time insert the probe into your back passage.”
“Oh, please be gentle,” she moaned, twisting against the restraints.