Then, to my horror, he presses a finger to my clit and jiggles it.
My body curls forward against my constraints as my legs lose their strength. One strong hand props me up again, the other opens me wider.
The attention is brought elsewhere, away from the nuclear button, and I’m able to breathe again.
I can’t fucking believe he did that.
His expression grows curious. “You really are a virgin.”
I feel my cheeks burn with humiliation, which, for some reason, triggers my arousal even more.
Finally, I choke out, “Did you really have to inspect that?”
He releases my sex. “It wasn’t purposeful. I was going to insert my finger into you to make sure everything was in working order, but I figured since your risks were minimal, there was little point.”
“What makes you even qualified?”
“The training I received with the Civil Police.”
“Oh, I’m sorry—I wasn’t aware they were training gynecologists.”
“It wasn’t like that. I was more or less looking for wounds and sores, and to make sure you look and smelt normal. Those things matter with groups of survivors.”
“You fucking smelt me?”
“Is that an objection?”
The-fucking-nerve of this man!
“I’m not objecting. I’m just confused.”
“Even a condition as small as a yeast infection, which can be smelt, can lead to dire consequences. If you have something, it’s best to know now, so I can provide proper treatment.”
Of course there’s an explanation for his depraved invasion.
“Did you find anything?”
“Only that you’re an aroused virgin.”
“You fucker!”
“Are you objecting?”
“I’m denying!”
A smile graces his stone face, and for a moment, I forget he’s a monster.
His eyes fall on my sex again. Differently. My toes curl on his shoulder because I’m nervous and unsure of what to do.
And just when I think he’s going to get up and release my bindings so he can ‘claim me’, he shocks me anew.
He spreads me again and brings his face to my sex, closer, so fucking close.
I try to speak, to object, because I’m so fucking mortified I don’t care if I have to brave the streets again if it means I suffer no additional humiliation.
But then his tongue connects with my slit, and it’s pure fire.
“Ohhhh…” I gasp, my weight falling on my chained wrists.