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)
But Gamma’s grip on my hip tightened, holding me in place as his thumb breached the tight ring of muscle. The burn of the intrusion made me sob, a confused tangle of pain and pleasure coursing through my body.
“Relax,” Dr. Ashcroft’s clinical voice cut through my haze of sensation. “Focus on the pleasure, Miss Tessara. Your anus will learn to welcome your master’s touch.”
As if spurred on by the doctor’s words, Gamma increased his pace. His cock pounded into my cunny relentlessly while his thumb worked deeper into my bottom. The dual penetration was overwhelming, pushing me to the very edge of what I could bear.
And then, with a particularly deep thrust that ground against that spot deep inside me while his thumb pressed firmly into my anus, something inside me seemed to shatter.
The orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, more intense than anything I had ever experienced. I screamed, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure radiated outward from my core. My inner walls clamped down on Gamma’s thick shaft, pulsing rhythmically as my climax went on and on.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, a second orgasm slammed into me. My body trembled uncontrollably as waves of pleasure crashed over me again and again. Each thrust of Gamma’s massive cock seemed to trigger another climax, leaving me gasping and incoherent. I lost all sense of time and place, aware only of the exquisite sensations rushing through my body.
“That’s it, take my cock,” Gamma growled, his voice husky with arousal. “Such a good little slut, coming over and over on my manhood.”
His crude words only intensified my pleasure. I knew somewhere, distantly, that Gamma knew it too. His imitation of the kind of thing the crew of the Conqueror of Bresla had said as they fucked me, I understood, was for my pleasure as well as his own. I moaned wantonly, pushing back against him to take him even deeper.
“Her cunt feels delightful, Doctor,” Gamma panted. “So tight and hot. The way she squeezes me when she comes… it’s divine.”
“Excellent,” Dr. Ashcroft replied. “Her responsiveness bodes well for her future as a concubine or, again, even as a wife.”
Gamma’s thrusts became more erratic, his breathing harsh. With a final, powerful drive, he buried himself completely inside me. I felt his cock pulse as he erupted, flooding my insides with his hot seed. The sensation triggered yet another orgasm, my inner walls milking him greedily.
As the last tremors subsided, Gamma gently withdrew.
“If you would return Miss Tessara to the posture in which I examined her…” the doctor began, but Gamma had anticipated the request. My master had already flipped me onto my back. He grasped my thighs, spreading me open once more for the doctor’s inspection. I whimpered softly at the renewed exposure, the terrible openness and visibility of my well-fucked cunny.
Dr. Ashcroft leaned in close, his clinical gaze focused on my most intimate areas. “Fine, fine,” he murmured. “Her tissues show excellent elasticity and lubrication. Now, let’s proceed with the governor.”
He held up a small metal probe, close to my face. I frowned as I saw a small metal object at its tip, gleaming in the soft light. It resembled a delicate, mechanical insect, its legs ending in sharp points. I stared at it with a mixture of fascination and dread.
“This will regulate your sexual response,” the doctor explained. “With Mr. Gamma’s help you will quickly learn to associate pleasure with obedience.”
Dr. Ashcroft’s clinical gaze softened slightly as he held the gleaming metal probe before my wide eyes. “Now, Tessara,” he said, his tone gentle yet firm, “this will sting for just a moment, but I assure you the discomfort will pass quickly.”
I felt my heart racing, a cold sweat breaking out across my skin despite the lingering heat of my encounter with Gamma. The tiny mechanical device at the end of the probe seemed to pulse with an otherworldly life of its own, its delicate legs twitching ever so slightly as if eager to latch onto me.
“Take a deep breath,” the doctor instructed, positioning himself between my spread thighs. “Try to relax.”
I inhaled shakily, my eyes darting to Gamma’s face. His expression was impassive, but I thought I detected a flicker of concern in his alien blue eyes. That small show of empathy was oddly comforting, anchoring me as I braced myself for what was to come.
With practiced precision, Dr. Ashcroft lowered the probe. I felt the cool metal brush against my clitoris, and then—
A sharp, burning pain exploded through me. I cried out, my back arching off the bed as the governor’s legs pierced my tender skin. It felt as if a thousand tiny needles were burrowing into me, setting every nerve ending aflame.
And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the pain vanished.