Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
The pointer moved lower, tracing along the cleft of my bottom before coming to rest against my puckered opening. I gasped at the sensation, my body tensing involuntarily.
“Speaking of which,” Dr. Porter said, his tone conversational despite the intimate nature of his examination, “what are your wishes regarding Miss Tessara’s posterior training, Mr. Gamma? Shall we have Mrs. Porter begin preparing her for anal intercourse?”
I couldn’t suppress a whimper at his words, my mind reeling at the implications. The Vionian officers had used me there occasionally, always roughly and painfully. The idea of being ‘trained’ for such acts both terrified and intrigued me.
“Yes,” Gamma replied without hesitation. “I believe that would be beneficial. I haven’t enjoyed her there yet because of the size of my manhood.”
“Ah, yes. Very good,” Dr. Porter said. “I had read of that concern in the medical report. Fine, fine. You may put your clothing back on, Miss Tessara, and say goodbye to Mr. Gamma. Then I’ll bring you to Mrs. Porter to get you settled and give you your luncheon before our afternoon lesson.”
CHAPTER 26
Tessara
The rest of the day brought a kind of new experience I had never imagined. An hour after I had said goodbye to Gamma, I sat nervously at my desk as Dr. Porter began the afternoon history lesson. The hard wooden seat pressed uncomfortably against my still-tender bottom, a reminder of my near-powerlessness in this strange new world.
The governor between my legs seemed to hum softly in my mind, though it made no actual sound. The thought that Dr. Porter and his wife could decide how much sensation I might feel down there kept pressing in on my consciousness so urgently that from moment to moment I felt blushes come and go in my cheeks.
“Today, we’ll be discussing the history of Magisteria, Vion, and our own beloved Prosperia,” Dr. Porter announced, his authoritative voice filling the classroom. “Pay close attention, girls. Understanding our past is crucial to appreciating your place in society.”
He paced slowly at the front of the room, his hands clasped behind his back. “The most successful spacefaring colonies from old Earth,” he began, “have consistently adhered to traditional gender roles and practiced loving discipline. This would seem not to be mere coincidence, but a fundamental truth about human nature and the cosmos itself.”
I found myself leaning forward, captivated despite my lingering embarrassment from the morning’s events. Dr. Porter’s words stirred something deep within me, a longing for structure and guidance I hadn’t fully recognized before.
“We begin with Magisteria,” he continued. “It was there that gravitium was first discovered—a substance that would revolutionize space travel and shape the future of humanity among the stars.”
Dr. Porter turned to the large holographic display behind him, bringing up an image of a shimmering, otherworldly mineral. “Gravitium,” he explained, “was found by a colony that left Earth aboard a cryo-ship. These brave pioneers sought to found a society where they could practice loving dominance and submission without the judgmental eyes of their more ‘progressive’ peers.”
The image shifted, showing a pure white world. “In the tunnels they bored beneath its permanent cover of ice, Magisteria evolved into a polygamous culture,” Dr. Porter said. “Those women who did not wish to submit traveled to a separate, egalitarian planet. This self-selection ensured that Magisterian society remained stable and harmonious.”
As he spoke, I felt a warmth spreading through me. The idea of a world built on such clear principles of dominance and submission was both thrilling and comforting. I thought of Gamma, wondering if he saw me as a potential Magisterian wife.
“Our own Prosperia,” Dr. Porter continued, bringing up an image of a planet that looked very different, with varied areas of blue, green, and brown, “was founded by a group of Magisterians who wished to experience a different sort of traditional lifestyle—that of one of the cultures of old Earth, those we call Victorians. They sought to combine the best aspects of Magisterian dominance with the refined manners and strict moral code of Earth’s nineteenth century.”
I couldn’t help but squirm in my seat, the constant hum of arousal from my governor making it difficult to sit still. Dr. Porter’s stern gaze swept over the classroom, lingering on me for a moment before moving on.
“And then we have Vion,” he said, his tone darkening slightly. The holographic display showed a massive generation ship, its hull scarred by centuries of space travel. Dr. Porter’s expression grew somber. “Another Earth colony,” he explained, his voice low and serious, “embarked on a journey aboard this vessel—the Vion. Their destination was a distant star system, but the voyage would take generations to complete.”
The image zoomed in, revealing the intricate inner workings of the ship. Cramped living quarters, hydroponic gardens, and communal areas filled the screen. “Life aboard the Vion was harsh,” Dr. Porter continued. “Resources were scarce, and the population had to be strictly controlled. Over time, a rigid social hierarchy emerged.”