Claimed by the Commander

by Sassa Daniels

  “Good girl,” Rossingham said with evident admiration. “You are doing very well.”

  There was no time to bask in the warm glow of his approval as the doctor spoke again.

  “I am going to insert a small probe into her bottom to take a few readings.” The doctor’s tone was businesslike despite the incredibly intimate nature of what he proposed to do. “As I have no doubt that she is a virgin in every sense of the word, I suspect that this will be uncomfortable and distressing for her, so perhaps this would be the ideal time for you to offer some distraction, sir.”

  “You wish me to test her ability to climax?” Rossingham clarified.

  “If you don’t mind, Commander.”

  “It would be my pleasure.”

  “Do you require the use of a stimulation wand, Commander?”

  Rossingham gave a snort of disgust. “I hardly think I need assistance to arouse my bride’s passions.”

  He gave Caroline a look that made the breath catch at the back of her throat and she braced herself for what was to come. Leaning over her, Rossingham brushed her cheek gently before lowering his lips to hers. The kiss was soft at first but, as Caroline opened her mouth in response to the teasing pressure he exerted, he groaned and slipped his tongue inside. This was the first time a man had kissed her and it was so much better than she could ever have imagined. Every part of her seemed to come alive. As he kissed her more fiercely, staking his claim on her, Caroline could not help becoming achingly aroused.

  Whimpering as Rossingham moved away and took the taut peak of her nipple into his mouth, she clenched her fists as his teeth grazed her sensitized flesh, sending a wave of pleasure straight to her core. His tongue circled the rosebud at the tip of her breast as his hand moved between her legs, finding the firm nub of her clit. Taking it between his fingers, he pinched the engorged bud, causing her to cry out in ecstasy.

  Completely absorbed by the intense pleasure coursing through her, Caroline barely registered the press of the well lubricated metal probe against the pucker of her anus. Fighting to hold her position as her breath came out in frantic moans, she tensed for a moment as the doctor pushed the probe past the tight ring of muscle to seat it deep inside her. Seeming to sense the heightened need the insertion of the object into her bottom had caused, Rossingham sucked her nipple into his mouth and nipped gently at the tender flesh as his finger flicked over her throbbing clitoris.

  Screaming as bolts of pleasure and pain fired through her body, she bucked convulsively against Rossingham’s hand, releasing a gush of moisture over his teasing fingers. As the undulating waves of sensation that gripped her womb slowly faded, she became more aware of the probe embedded in her back passage and she tried to adjust to the strange feeling. It surprised her that her body did not want to reject this invasion. In fact, she needed more, to experience the slide of the object in and out of her welcoming body. The thought of being fucked there, in that forbidden channel made her pussy clench and she let out a sob of horror as she realized she was enjoying the penetration. How could she crave such a shameful thing? Just what the hell was happening to her?

  “Well done, Caroline.” Rossingham’s voice cut through the post-climatic haze that fogged her brain.

  “Indeed,” the doctor commended her. “You are beautifully responsive, Lady Caroline. The commander is a very lucky man.”

  Caroline blushed deeply as the doctor turned away and looked at the machine the anal probe was transmitting data to.

  “Everything looks healthy here. There is no medical reason why you should not use her pretty little bottom as often as you wish.” The doctor grinned salaciously as he turned to ease the metal rod from her rear channel, making Caroline gasp as she felt it slide against her inner walls until, suddenly, it was withdrawn completely. “And I would imagine from the results I’m seeing here that Lady Caroline will raise no objections to having her bottom fucked regularly.”

  As the helplessly bound woman bit back a furious retort to that comment, she clenched her eyes tightly in shame at her body’s unbidden reactions to the degradations she had been made to endure. It did not seem possible that her mind and body could be so at odds with each other but, no matter how much her thoughts told her it was wrong, she couldn’t help becoming aroused as she was manhandled.

  When the doctor tapped her knee to let her know that it was alright to relax now, Caroline immediately lowered her legs to the table, glad that she was no longer expected to hold the humiliating position that had put her bottom so clearly on display. How she had managed to keep her legs where she had been told to put them, she would never know.

  “Now, Commander, would you like me to insert a trainer into her anus when I fit the chastity belt?”

  “Chastity belt?” Rossingham sounded as surprised as Caroline was by the doctor’s words.

  “Yes, a legal requirement to ensure Lady Caroline’s virtue remains intact until the marriage ceremony is completed on the twenty-first anniversary of her birth.”

  “Is that necessary?” For the first time, Caroline could see Rossingham’s composure slipping and his eyes became almost black. His shoulders tensed. Clearly he was not a man who liked surprises and this seemed to have caught him off guard.

  “I am afraid so, sir. The Council insists upon it. When you return here in two days’ time to complete the marriage ceremony, it is essential that your bride remains a virgin. The contract you have with her late grandfather will be nullified otherwise. The measure is for your own protection, really.”

  “How considerate!” Rossingham bit out. “Do they imagine I am some animal that cannot control himself?”

  “It is a legal requirement,” the doctor, apparently at a loss for words, said once more. He was starting to look uncomfortable in the face of the commander’s irritation. “And it will also spare Lady Caroline a second examination.”

  At the thought of being subjected to this treatment again, Caroline found she could not hold her tongue.

  “Please, Commander.” She had no idea what it would be like to wear the chastity belt the doctor spoke of and, frankly, the thought of having her bottom trained for Rossingham’s use was deeply disturbing but it couldn’t be any worse than being examined by a stranger for the perverse delectation of the High Council. “I cannot endure this again.”

  “I would think by now, young lady, you would have realized that you will endure whatever you are told to endure from this point forward,” the doctor scolded before Rossingham could offer his response. “You are a criminal, a rabble-rouser of the worst sort and as such you should count yourself lucky you are not being sent to a brothel to pleasure the lower orders for the rest of your days.”

  As Caroline huffed out a small sound of distress at the harshness of his words, Rossingham stepped toward the other man, crowding him with his muscular frame. “Have a care, Doctor. This woman is to be my wife and disrespecting her insults me.”

  “Of course. I apologize,” the doctor said quickly. “So may I proceed?”

  “Very well.” Rossingham’s tone was flat and Caroline suspected he was suppressing annoyance. “You have my permission.”

  “Thank you, sir.” The older man’s sense of relief was palpable. “And the anal dilator?”

  “Yes, that too.”

  Nodding with an enthusiasm that signaled to Caroline just what an odious little man he really was, the doctor scurried off across the room.

  “All will be well, Caroline.” Rossingham smiled benignly, although she could see a tightness around his mouth that suggested he was displeased by how things were going. “In two days’ time, I will make you mine in every way.”

  In response to his emphatic words, Caroline nodded quietly. In two short days she would find herself bound to this man for the rest of her life and she was not sure whether that was a comforting thought. She had no time to dwell on her uncertainties as the doctor returned to the table.

  “Lady Caroline, please ra
ise your knees to your chest once more. I will insert the anal dilator first.”

  He held up an oddly shaped object for her to see. Made of a synthetic material she did not recognize, it was smaller and thinner than she had expected, but had a wide base that she guessed would sit outside her body to hold it in place. Her bottom clenched as a cool gel was squirted around the puckered entrance before the doctor pushed the dilator inside her in one smooth stroke, causing her to breathe in sharply. She hissed in discomfort as the doctor adjusted it, taking hold of the base and rotating it slightly so it sat snugly between her bottom cheeks before stepping back and turning to his computer screen.

  “You are returning here to marry the day after tomorrow, is that correct?”

  “We are,” Rossingham responded as Caroline lay there quietly, knowing the question had not been directed to her.

  “Very good.” The doctor tapped away at his keyboard. “That’s all set, then. The dilator will expand several times between now and the time you return to perform the marriage ceremony until it reaches its maximum size. She will feel a little fuller each time and I imagine it will be quite distracting by the final expansion but it will prepare her to take your cock on your wedding night.”

  Caroline shuddered at the very thought of it but, helplessly bound as she was, there was no alternative but to remain quiet.

  “Is it safe to have it inside her for prolonged periods of time?”

  “Oh, yes, quite safe,” the doctor assured Rossingham. “There is a generous amount of gel secreted each time the dilator expands to ensure she remains properly lubricated. It will do no harm to leave it in until your wedding night.”

  “But what about her… em… her bodily functions?”

  If her own cheeks hadn’t been burning with mortification at the way she was being spoken about, she might have laughed at the tentative way Rossingham asked the question. The man was used to seeing people being torn apart in battle and he had shown not a hint of embarrassment as she had been examined in such a personal manner, yet he was squeamish over the fact she might need to relieve herself? She could hardly believe it.

  “There is no need to worry about such things. I will give her a dose of an enzyme which will prevent the necessity for seventy-two hours,” the doctor said. “It is important that your future bride feels the trainer’s presence continuously to prepare her for being taken anally.”

  “Of course,” Rossingham concurred.

  “Now, if you would lower your legs, Lady Caroline, I will fit the chastity belt.”

  Caroline stretched her legs out along the length of the table and allowed the doctor to move her as he pleased as he slipped what looked like a very small pair of panties made of a thin, flexible metal onto her body. The device consisted of a v-shaped panel at the front, a thin strap that the doctor passed up between the cheeks of her buttocks and a thicker band that wrapped around the waist.

  “It molds to her exact form,” the doctor said, smiling at Caroline’s gasp as the strange metal tightened to snugly fit her shape. “The belt has a little sensor in it that is programmed to respond to her need to urinate and it will open up enough that she might relieve herself, but it cannot be removed until your marriage is made official.”

  Apparently satisfied that his work was done, the doctor unfastened the remaining straps that held Caroline in place but she lay exactly where she was, suspecting that it was safer to wait for permission to move. Rossingham put his arm around her shoulders and helped her to sit up. Every part of her felt stiff, sore, and she longed for a shower to wash away the horrors of the last twenty-four hours.

  “Now, my dear,” Rossingham said, “we need to find you a clean gown to wear. There is one more trial we must endure.”

  “We?” Caroline wondered just what trials he had faced.

  “Yes.” He took her hand and squeezed it tight as she looked up at him, confusion written in the furrowing of her brow. “We must face the crowds gathered outside.”

  Caroline’s stomach lurched. Those people had come here expecting to witness her punishment. Would Rossingham give them what they wanted? She had no idea what to expect but, by now, she had come to the grim realization that there was nothing she could do to escape. Whatever was about to happen, she would just have to survive it as best she could.

  Chapter Four

  There was quite a crowd gathered outside the town hall. In fact, since Caroline had been brought into the building for that sham trial, the numbers waiting in the square to hear what her fate would be had almost doubled. Evidently, his bride-to-be had gained significant notoriety for daring to challenge the harsh restrictions put in place for her sex by the ruling High Council and the people, blindly obedient to the state, were in no mood to forgive her transgressions.

  Andrew looked at the wary expression on Caroline’s face and his heart clenched. Sitting on the bench outside the examination room in the crisp white gown he’d managed to procure for her, she looked utterly lost and it was little wonder. Less than thirty-six hours ago, she’d been at home in the safety of her New Cambridge townhouse, blissfully unaware that the secret police were coming for her. Now she was a convicted criminal, whose very existence was under threat as long as they stayed on this damned planet.

  He needed to take her far from here and settle her into her new life. Andrew would see to it that she was safe and protected under his roof, her health and wellbeing ensured by his firm but loving discipline. As his wife, she would want for nothing, would be cherished for her unique spirit rather than vilified for it. But, before he could offer her a new life, there was one final ordeal he was going to have to subject her to. If they were going to get out of there without bloodshed, he would have to publicly stake his claim on her and demonstrate his ability to master the woman who was to become his wife. It was not the most auspicious beginning to their relationship but it was essential that he showed the people and, for that matter, Caroline herself, that he was firmly in charge.

  Things here were not as they were on Taar-Breck. Yes, men punished their women harshly if need be and errant wives were often made to display their naughty, reddened bottoms for others to see but Taar-Breckians saw no benefit to humiliating their females before an angry mob of complete strangers. Punishment on Andrew’s adopted home planet was always proportionate to the wrong committed, but the mob gathered out in the town square wanted to see Caroline strung up and whipped without mercy. Such overkill was unacceptable to Andrew and he could only hope that they would be persuaded to go along with his alternative plan, that he would marry her and assume responsibility for her ongoing correction.

  “Should I call for reinforcements, Commander?” Bryn, who had stood guard outside the medical room throughout Caroline’s examination, looked uncharacteristically on edge and Andrew knew that it was not because they were so heavily outnumbered. It was that he did not want to have to fight his way out through civilians if things did not go their way. Neither of them wished for conflict with the people gathered outside. The men of Taar-Breck, even those with mixed parents like Andrew, whose father had been from Earth, were a good deal stronger than their human counterparts and the risk of innocents being injured was just too great.

  “No, all will be well.” Rossingham’s words were as much for Caroline, who looked startled by Bryn’s question, as they were for his lieutenant. “But perhaps you should fetch me something to bind her with.”

  “What?” Caroline rose shakily to her feet as Bryn nodded and walked away to follow his Commander’s orders. “Please don’t tie me up again.”

  Grasping her firmly by the shoulders, Andrew pulled her close. His massive frame dwarfed hers, making him realize for the first time just how small and fragile her physical form was, something he had overlooked until now due to the strength that had radiated from her during the examination. She looked totally shattered and it was no wonder, given all that she’d been through. For several minutes, he held her, wishing she was not stand
ing so stiffly in his arms. He longed to feel her soft body melting against his but he understood that she simply did not have it in her to yield right now. Stepping back, he allowed her a little of the space she so clearly craved.

  “You must do as I command, Caroline.” He spoke with the sternness he knew was necessary to get his point across. “It is very important that you obey me without question. Even if your mind wishes to rebel against my orders, you must quash the urge to fight me and do as I say. Is that clear?”

  Eyes glistening with unshed tears, she turned her face away, but Andrew would not let her hide from him. Putting his hand beneath her chin, he directed her attention back to him with a gentle insistence. “Caroline, I asked you a question.”

  “Yes, Commander Rossingham.” She spoke quietly but that fire flashed in her eyes once more and he realized she was not quite so close to defeat as her outward appearance suggested. “That’s quite clear.”

  Andrew took her by the shoulders once more and applied light downward pressure until she was sitting back on the bench once more. After seeing to it that she was settled comfortably he turned, just as Bryn came striding back along the corridor, carrying a length of rope and what looked to be a thick leather collar. As usual, his lieutenant had done well but the anxious expression the larger man wore on his face was not encouraging.

  “The mood outside is nasty,” Bryn said in a low voice. “There are rumors that something has happened within these walls and the people speculate that the lady is to escape punishment because of her family connections. The crowd is being stirred up by agitators and I fear they may attempt to do her harm.”

  Andrew acknowledged his lieutenant’s concerns with a curt nod of the head. He had known before coming here that he would face some obstacles in his bid to get Lord Perceval’s granddaughter out of danger but he had not expected that someone would be working to whip up such animosity against her. Rubbing the back of his neck as he often did to relieve tension, he glanced over at Caroline. He hated that she looked back at him with such hurt and fear in those beautiful green eyes and he knew that he was going to have to work hard to convince her that he was not the enemy. But, for now, he had to stand firm. The men gathered outside wanted to see a strong, proud woman brought to her knees and, as much as he hated to do it in front of a hostile crowd, he knew that the best way to mollify them and ensure a safe exit for Caroline was to administer a disciplinary spanking that would let them see he had no intention of allowing her to step out of line again. Hell, from this moment on, he planned to not let her out of his sight.