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)
“Deep breaths,” Gamma murmured, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on my inner thighs where he held my legs open. The gentle touch, combined with his reassuring voice, helped me relax slightly.
I heard a soft click, and then felt an intense pressure as the speculum’s beak opened within me. The stretch was uncomfortable, bordering on painful, and I couldn’t suppress a whimper.
“Interesting,” Dr. Ashcroft commented, his eyes focused intently on his examination. “The patient shows signs of extensive sexual activity. The vaginal walls are well stretched and there’s noticeable elasticity.”
My face burned with shame at his words, the clinical description of my body making me want to sink into the bed and disappear. I squeezed my eyes shut again, unable to bear the thought of meeting Gamma’s gaze.
“Yes,” Gamma’s deep voice rumbled above me. “Tessara served as a concubine aboard a Vionian warship before her rescue.”
I felt fresh heat flood my cheeks at Gamma’s explanation, mortified that he was discussing my past so openly. The shame of my time on the Conqueror of Bresla washed over me anew, memories of countless degradations at the hands of the Vionian crew flashing through my mind.
“Ah, I see,” the doctor replied, his tone neutral. “That explains the physical signs. Well, at least we know she’s capable of accommodating significant girth. That should serve her well in her new role as your concubine.”
His matter-of-fact assessment of my sexual capabilities sent a fresh wave of embarrassment through me. Yet beneath the shame, I felt a flicker of something else—a perverse pride at the thought that my body might please Gamma, that I might be able to take all of him despite his imposing size.
As the examination continued, I found myself torn between mortification at my exposure and a growing, shameful arousal. Each touch, each probing finger or instrument, seemed to awaken nerve endings I didn’t know I possessed. My breath came in short, shallow gasps, and I could feel a telltale wetness gathering between my thighs that had nothing to do with the examination itself.
I felt the cold metal of the speculum shift. My eyes flew open in shock as I realized he was now positioning it at the entrance to my bottom. I squirmed uncomfortably, but Gamma’s firm grip on my thighs held me open and available for the doctor’s humiliating ministrations.
“Now then,” Dr. Ashcroft said, his clinical tone unchanged despite the intimate nature of his actions, “I need to assess the condition of your anal cavity. This information is crucial for determining your suitability as a Prosperian concubine—or, I suppose, even as a Prosperian wife.”
I felt the pressure of the speculum against my most private opening, and then a stretching sensation as it slowly entered me. I bit my lip, trying to stifle a whimper at the strange, invasive feeling.
“Hmm,” the doctor murmured, peering intently at whatever the speculum revealed. “There’s evidence of regular penetration here as well. Tell me, Tessara, how frequently did your Vionian masters use your anus?”
The bluntness of his question, combined with the clinical probing of such an intimate area, sparked something rebellious within me. A surge of defiance rose up, pushing past my shame and embarrassment.
“What’s it to you?” I snapped, my voice harsh with an anger I hadn’t realized I was harboring. “You want all the sordid details? Fine. They used my ass whenever they felt like it. Sometimes multiple times a day. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
I saw Gamma’s eyes widen in surprise at my outburst. Dr. Ashcroft, however, remained unperturbed, simply making a note on his device.
“And did you derive any pleasure from these encounters?” he pressed, adjusting the speculum slightly and sending a jolt of sensation through me.
“Pleasure?” I practically spat the word. “Is that what you think it was like? Being bent over and fucked raw by men who saw me as nothing more than a hole to stick their cocks in?”
My words hung in the air, sharp and bitter. I could feel Gamma’s gaze on me, but I couldn’t bring myself to meet his eyes. Instead, I glared defiantly at the doctor, daring him to ask another question.
Dr. Ashcroft’s expression remained impassive as he made another note. “I see,” he said, his tone maddeningly calm. “Though I suppose I should tell you that Prosperian young women are severely punished for employing that sort of language. And what about oral services? How often were you required to perform fellatio?”
The clinical term only fueled my anger. “You mean how often was I forced to choke on cock?” I snarled. “Every fucking day. Sometimes for hours. Is that detailed enough for your records?”
Gamma’s deep voice cut through my angry tirade, his tone firm but gentle. “Tessara,” he said, the sound of my name on his lips sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. “I understand you’ve been through terrible ordeals, but this behavior is unacceptable. You must show respect to the doctor and to me.”