“I’m not exactly chomping to have this done, you might have noticed.” She peered over her shoulder as she spoke.
Mason held the probe and coated it with a generous amount of lube, far more than she’d applied. She’d hoped to avoid this invasion of her privacy and now, not only was he going to do it, she had put herself in the situation where there was little she could do to avoid it. Say no, he’d put her into a trance; fight back and he might spank her first, then stupefy her anyway. She’d rather be conscious and aware than have him do his exploring while she was kept hypnotized.
“Giving consent,” he said with a softer tone, “doesn’t necessary imply I expect you to enjoy this, but at least you get why I’m doing this.” He held up the probe and it was then she noticed he’d stretched surgical gloves over his hands.
“Why are you wearing them?”
“Hygiene. The probe is sterile, but I don’t think it will be thorough enough, and given your behavior I intend to be extremely thorough in my search. The probe might have been sufficient if you crouched over the mirror and opened up, but in this position you’re too tight. So I’m going to have to help you open up.”
A thousand tingles, like tiny splinters, shot across the surface of her skin. Goosebumps followed and she shivered uncontrollably. What the hell was happening to her? The temptation to shuffle her feet together and prevent him gaining access was strong and at the same time, she was willing him to get on with it. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad. She’d had sex with less than capable men. Who hadn’t? A quick duck under the sheets and a prod, and it was usually done and relatively painless. This wouldn’t be much different.
“Don’t tense. It won’t help.”
The cold tip of the probe touched her labia, parting them. She gasped, unprepared for the growing sense of arousal. If he was going to touch her, penetrate her, and feel her, she had to dismiss erotic images from her mind, forget about hunky men with big cocks… unfortunately, the ploy wasn’t working. She dug her nails into the hard fabric of the exam table and held her breath.
“Nice and slow,” he said softly.
The coolness slid deeper, entering her pussy without resistance. She felt its iciness glide inward and although she expected some reaction to the cold, nothing prevented the device from going deeper.
“You’re doing great. I’m going to spin it around and when that’s done, I’ll complete the search using my fingers.” He spoke with the confidence of a man in charge and at the same time, he reminded her of a good doctor she knew who had treated her when she’d injured her arm and accompanied the harsher elements of his treatments with gentle words.
Except, the more she thought about it, the more obvious it was that she wasn’t sensing any harshness. Quite the contrary, the probe kept touching her sweet spot, almost agitating it into arousal.
“Oh, no,” she moaned in disbelief.
The movement ceased. “Am I hurting you?” Mason asked.
She wanted to shout yes, but again, something stopped her from lying. “No. It’s okay,” her voice wobbled. She listened for a snicker or a condescending remark, but Mason remained quiet.
The probe reached her endpoint. It could go no further.
“Readings are good. No alien chemicals noted or obstruction. However, just to make sure, I’m going to be thorough and probe deeper.”
The probe slid out. Jade scrunched her eyes shut and held her breath as Mason inserted one of his fingers inside her pussy. With remarkable sensitivity, he ringed her vagina, stretching her muscles. Involuntarily, she arched her back and inhaled sharply.
There it was again—a bolt of shivers and this time her clitoris awoke and there was no mistaking the bud’s vitality. Jade bit onto her lower lip and suppressed a groan of delight. Mason still held the probe in his other hand and he knocked it against her anal bud.
“Would it help if I did this at the same time?” he said softly. “Keep you nice and relaxed with one hand, while I conduct a search of your back passage?”
It seemed like a rhetorical question, because he must have guessed she was struggling to contain her arousal. He leaned lower, so his mouth was close to her ear.
“Jade. You’re not an anal virgin either, are you?”
She swallowed. “No, Marshal. I’m not.”
She’d said it. She’d told him. It was her biggest, dirtiest secret, and she’d told a virtual stranger. She loved it. A hard fuck in the bottom was worth any humiliation and now that he knew her weakness, what would he do with it and how could she stop the orgasm that was now building?
* * *
Mason had always planned to be thorough, especially after she refused to do her own exam, but perhaps not this thorough. The protocols stated the use of digits was acceptable for cavity searches if the enforcer deemed the device ineffective or faulty. He hadn’t exactly found it at fault.
As for spanking Jade, that too was an impromptu decision brought on by her wavering. He didn’t mind a little back chat or defiance, but she’d taken it too far. He wasn’t in a desperate hurry, but neither could he afford to waste too much time on pandering to her emotions.
The strip had been entrancing, seeing her struggle with the shame of undressing while maintaining her poise. She’d carried it off quite well. Her skin wasn’t pale, like those from his native planet, whose bodies were covered to maintain warmth. The glow of her tan shone, having survived the lengthy spells in space without diminishing in quality. He especially loved the smoothness of her skin and when he glimpsed her round breasts and bare mound—another feature he’d not expected—they snatched his breath away.
His heart swelled with a surprising burst of affection as she confessed her loss of virginity. She’d trusted him with that piece of information with trembling lips and she might come to regret her frankness when she’d time to review her situation. Not that he would taunt her or belittle her honesty—he admired her frankness, her willingness to open up to him. He liked her, a lot more than he should. It was a pity she was a fugitive with an arrest warrant. If he’d met her in a bar, one of those he occasionally frequented at a star base or stopover while visiting a planet, he would have enjoyed her company, her witty remarks. And her beauty.
Between her ruddy ass cheeks, which still glowed with his hand prints, was her star-shaped anus and the entrance glistened with the lubricant he’d smeared over it. Based on her confession, one gentle shove was all it would take to conquer her because she must have taken something bigger than the thin probe. Before she told him, he’d wondered how to get her to relax and open up her tight asshole. Now, with the knowledge she was experienced, it made his task easier. Hurting her was out of the question, it wouldn’t do his untarnished record any good, not the one he held dear—his way with women, submissive females in particular.