Dual purpose? What did that mean? It burnt like crazy still and she wanted it wiped off.
“This will help with the discomfort.” Dr Lamont applied a layer of cold lube about her anus. It negated the effect of the whitener immediately, bathing her assaulted back hole with delicious coolness. However, the pleasant sensation was short-lived as within seconds she cringed, screwed her face up and waited for the inevitable intrusive examination.
He poked, palpating her lower belly as he penetrated deeper into her back passage. “Nice and tight here,” he remarked, again in a tone of professional detachment.
Lysa gasped and coiled her hair about her fingers. His fat finger stretched her wider, twisting and turning. Another finger joined the first and he slid them back and forth, extending her taut coils of muscles with little grace. The tiny nerve endings in her anus tingled, sizzled with a different kind of warmth. She didn’t want to admit to liking it. How could she countenance the thought of enjoying a shameful anal ransacking?
She opened her eyes and stared straight at Blake. He’d a gentle smile on his face. She lowered her gaze, down his chest until she reached his groin. The bulge in his pants had enlarged, filling the space between his loins. The strange cocktail of emotions stirred again—his obvious arousal both unnerved and excited her.
“I feel like I want to come,” she whispered. Her softly spoken words caught Blake’s attention. He straightened up, dismissed the softly focussed grin from his face and his mouth opened a fraction, as if amazed. Perhaps, behind his confident posturing, Blake was just as confused as she was?
The fingers slipped out and she sighed in relief. The impending orgasm diminished with its absence.
“You’ll need to train her. Take it slow, make sure she copes.” Dr Lamont crossed to the other side of the room and opened a drawer. He fetched out a rectangular box. Lysa perched on her elbows, keen to know what he meant by training. He opened the lid, showing Blake the contents, but not her.
Blake held up a metal butt plug, pear shaped with a tapered end. Lysa’s ability to speak failed. It looked heavy, unforgiving in nature as if designed to torture. Hardly something she’d want shoved up her arse.
“That is the smallest,” said Dr Lamont. “Start with that, build up a few hours and then the next size up, until you reach this one.” He held aloft another plug.
“That!” she screeched at the immense bung. It would tear her apart! Surely, no one could tolerate it.
“Plenty of lube, slow insertion, keep her calm and relaxed. Once she’s trained, you can fuck her hard and she’ll be fine.” The doctor replaced the plugs in the box and closed the lid. “Keep these until you’re finished with her anal prep. But I’ll want the set back. There is always somebody who wants to do some revision.”
“Thanks, doc,” grinned Blake. “We’ll have fun with this, won’t we, Lysa?”
“Fun?” she seethed. “You’ve got a strange idea about what’s fun. No way are you putting those in my butt.”
“Lysa, it will be in your marriage contract—complete availability unless you’re ill or menstruating, which is why I like anal, keeps you accessible.” Blake placed the box on the trolley.
Her mouth opened and shut in quick succession. She wished she’d seen a copy of the contract while on Earth, but her approach to joining the list of eligible women had been less than orthodox. Now, she regretted not investigating before she’d departed Earth.
“Now are we done?” She tried to sit up, but both men pressed her back down again.
“You’ve forgotten about the orgasm, Lysa,” said Blake.
Her thumping heartbeat picked up in pace, pounding against her breastbone. She gave Blake a pitiful expression. “What are you going to do to me?”
* * *
Blake took a step back. His cock strained behind his clothing, waiting for release and he hid it behind his hand. She’d sounded shocked and embarrassed by the discussion about anal sex, but throughout it, her pink sex lips plumped and puffed up beautifully. How easy it would be to ask the doctor to leave so he could fuck her on the exam table. He’d strap her legs down and pound her wet pussy until she screamed at him, begging him to stop as she came over and over.
He blinked, shaking the fantasy out of his head. He wasn’t that kind of man. Others he knew would do it with little compunction and enjoy the thrill. He’d heard about their antics in the bar over drinks with his fellow miners. But, something about Lysa warned him off. She didn’t seem to have the proficiencies he expected from a Corporate wife. No anal experience? He’d been told they arrived eager to please and willing to try almost anything. This sexy blonde, stretched wide and quivering, held back and pleaded with her eyes for mercy. What started out as a straightforward medical exam had created bedlam in his head—how had she managed that in such a short time frame?
He turned to the doctor. “Test her ability to orgasm.”
Dr Lamont stepped forward. “Okay. Now, Lysa. This is what’s going to happen.”
Blake listened as the doctor outlined the procedure and observed Lysa’s stunned eyes grow wider and darker.
She shook her head. “I can’t do that. Not with you watching. Can’t you leave the room and—”
“The regulations require me to be present,” said the medic.
Blake hated to see her shrivel and lose her arousal—it would make the test harder. As the doctor examined her, he’d witnessed her struggle with her emotions. She deserved the orgasm for being brave. He stood by the table and held her hand, rubbing his thumb along her trembling knuckles. “Let go of your fears, Lysa. Don’t worry what we think. Let me show you why.”
He cupped his other hand about her sex and slid a finger inside her drenched pussy. Removing it, he held his hand in front of her face and the juices trickled down his hand. “I love seeing this. You’re a natural, only your mind holds you back.”
“I’m not that kind of girl,” she whispered. “Sexy and uninhibited, it isn’t me.”