Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 62063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
“Relax, columba,” the icy voice of the doctor instructed, her voice utterly devoid of sympathy. “This exam is an essential part of your training.”
Her words served as a stark reminder of my predicament. I tried to comply, but my body betrayed my anxiety. My eyes darted back to Malleus, seeking some form of reassurance, but all I found was his patient satisfaction.
“Hymen is intact,” the doctor said, clearly addressing the nurse, who I saw had fetched out a handheld from her scrubs. I felt something push, inside, down there. I cried out at the sudden pain. The doctor continued as if she hadn’t heard me. “Permeability a little on the stiff side. Call it an eight.”
She turned to look at Malleus. “She’s going to experience a good deal of discomfort during first coitus.”
“Noted,” Malleus responded.
“I…” I said, as the hot shame coursed through my body.
“Hush, columba,” Malleus told me. “We’ll discuss your defloration when the time comes.”
I felt my face pucker into an almost childish pout of woe. Tears welled up at the corners of my eyes as I looked from him to the doctor, finding no compassion at all. Dr. Demetriou didn’t even look at me.
I felt the doctor’s fingers, to my horror, brush against my breasts. The touch seemed cold and clinical, yet it ignited a dismaying spark of unwanted arousal within me. As she began to stimulate my nipples, shame burned through me, but so did a burgeoning heat. My breaths came quicker, my body reacting despite my mortification.
“Seven,” Dr. Demetriou murmured, to the nurse, observing my responses. “Rising to nine. The body is highly responsive to stimulation. Accelerated training is definitely warranted.”
Each humiliating comment chipped away at my resolve, exposing the depths of my conflicted emotions. I wanted to resist, to fight against the degrading examination, but my body betrayed me, responding eagerly to her touch. I understood, to my distress, why Malleus had restrained me: that feeling of submission served as its own form of persuasion.
I can’t move. I have no choice. My body responds as it must. It’s biology.
“Your online activity has been under surveillance for months,” Dr. Demetriou said, her tone matter-of-fact. “A nanobot installed a perineal sensor on your perineum while you were sleeping. This exam is merely to help you begin to accept your submissive sexual needs so that Malleus can train you effectively.”
Her bizarre revelations felt crushing, each one stripping away another layer of my autonomy. Yet, despite the humiliation, my eyes kept drifting to Malleus, seeking out his reaction. His smile remained, a constant reminder of his dominance over me.
The doctor picked up one of the two white silicone devices from the tray. It was small and oval shaped. “This is my stimulator,” she told me, holding it close to my face for me to see. “Its vibrations are engineered to stimulate your clitoris and measure your arousal levels. It is designed to test and enhance your sexual responsiveness, and thus to begin teaching you how to give pleasure to the penis.”
I heard a little beep, and then the stimulator began to emit a soft hum. A little red light went on at one end of it. My lips parted and my breath grew ragged as I watched the doctor lower the device out of my field of vision.
“W-wait…” I said, because I couldn’t think of anything else that might prevent what to my horror I felt sure was about to happen, the moment the stimulator touched me down there.
But she placed the vibrator against my most sensitive spot, its hum immediately sending jolts of electric pleasure through my body. I cried out, my hips trying to rise against the restraint of the belt, desperately seeking the satisfaction Malleus had denied me after the spanking.
My heart skipped a beat when I saw Dr. Demetriou pick up the other white thing, the one that had made me blush so deeply when I had first laid eyes on it. She displayed it before my wide eyes.
“This,” she said, “is my girl trainer. I’m going to use it today to ensure your readiness for anal penetration.”
The “girl trainer” was made out of white plastic, but it had the unmistakable, forbidden, mortifying shape of a man’s rigid member. I had never seen one in person, let alone up close, but other girls in high school had giggled over pictures, and I hadn’t been able to resist taking a peek, though the merest sight turned my face bright red.
I gasped as I felt the cool, smooth head press against my tight entrance, the sensation alien yet undeniably arousing. Dr. Demetriou’s methodical precision left no room for modesty or resistance—my body was laid bare, vulnerable, and exposed to her ministrations.
“Relax, columba,” she commanded, her voice steady. “It will be easier if you do.”
With deliberate care, she began to push the latex dildo into me, the stretch both painful and pleasurable. My breath hitched, a moan escaping my lips despite my attempts to stifle it. The simultaneous stimulation of my clitoris and anus was overwhelming, a potent mixture of sensations that threatened to drown me.