Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
I feel my bra cups lowered, two clips placed over my nipples. They are very hard already, and the squeezing of the clips serves to send bolts of raw sensation zipping through me right to that super sensitive part of my body being suckled by the machine. I find myself holding my breath as I sweat and squirm, writhing against the bed and bucking against the equipment.
“Are you resisting orgasm, young lady?” The doctor’s voice has dipped into stern tones.
“I don’t know,” I whimper. “What’s an orgasm?”
There is a brief pause, and then a nearly paternal chuckle. “Innocent thing,” he says. “Orgasm is a release of pleasure. If you let yourself feel all of this, you will reach a point where all those good feelings reach a peak. This machine is designed to make you come to climax.”
“Ohhhhhh…” I moan the response as he tightens the clamps on my nipples a fraction.
I know I am holding back, but not because I want to be bad, but because I don’t know what it means to do what he wants.
The machine keeps stimulating me, and I keep getting closer and closer to what he describes. The doctor encourages me, his words making my clit pulse in response. There is something very wrong about this. I know it’s a medical examination, but the intense intimacy of it makes me feel as though I am doing something wrong.
“You’re going to need to come for me, young lady. We have no intention of sending the general an anorgasmic mate. So there’s no point holding back. That’s right. Good girl, grind your clitoris against the probe. Yes. Ride it, very nice. You’re talented for a virgin. Very good.”
“She’s not meeting the orgasmic standards,” the officer says.
I might not be accepted as a bride after all. I don’t know if I feel relief or disappointment in this moment. Right now, all I feel is my pussy being manipulated and toyed with, my nipples clamped, my squirming, sweating body on display to strange male eyes.
“Let me try something. I have seen this before,” the doctor says. He disconnects the machine, leaving me in a state of helpless arousal I cannot help or escape. He is sitting next to the bed on a chair, which he does not leave as he indicates I should get down.
I do as I am told, shaking and weak. “I’m sorry,” I say. “I don’t know…”
I am turned over the doctor’s lap, my underwear pulled down beneath my cheeks. Before I know what is happening, I am being spanked. Hard and fast, the doctor’s hand lands on my upturned cheeks, punishing me swiftly and terribly.
His other hand slides around under me, the tips of his gloved fingers rubbing against my clit in forceful circles that smear the combination of the gel and my own arousal against my pussy.
“Not going to come for me, eh?” he lectures me. “Let’s see what a good, long spanking does for you, spoiled little girl.”
His tone is very stern and strict, and his touch is somehow very professional even though it is still so intimate. I feel the pleasure I was already feeling peaking again, something about the pain and the shame intensifying all of it.
My bottom hurts terribly. He is truly spanking me very hard, punishing me for my refusal to orgasm when he told me to.
“Good girls come when their doctor tells them to,” he says. “They don’t lie in the chair, grinding against the toy like it is there for them to enjoy when they are supposed to be showing how they orgasm. You naughty, greedy little brat. Spread your legs for me. That’s right.”
My legs are spread wide over his lap and now he is spanking both my bottom and my pussy. His fingers are pressed against my clit, but the tips of the fingers on the other hand are whipping my lips.
I can’t hold back anymore. Finally, I understand what he meant by orgasm. It is a feeling of culmination, of all the little sensations coming together in one great big overwhelming wave that leaves me wailing, screaming, and shaking over the doctor’s lap.
No sooner have I come than he pulls my panties back up snugly and pats my bottom in a friendly kind of way. He helps me up and sits me on the bed to catch my breath.
“Some girls won’t orgasm unless they’ve been spanked,” he says to the officer. “I’ll make a note in her file that she should be disciplined before being bred. I’m sure the Archon-General won’t mind whipping that generous behind.”
“Good,” the officer says. “Then I’ll send her on to the transport team.”
“Give her some water,” the doctor says.
I am led out of the medical bay in a haze. I’m not sure what just happened. I’m not sure what to think about how I feel right now. I’m not sure what’s going to happen next. I am passed along through another group of people and then put into a transport vehicle and then driven through the countryside to a very large airport, which is where the planes are.