Violet flinched as he brought the cold cube to her left nipple and held it right at the tip, slowly moving it in circles over her dimpled flesh. A bolt of electricity seemed to flash between her legs as her nipple hardened at the sensation. It was cold, yes, but as the two male Tethrans hovered above her, staring at her nipples, she felt aroused.
“I see what I’ve read is correct,” murmured the doctor with a satisfied smile. “Now, Prince Zor, if you’d please, I would like to see what happens if you manually stimulate her right nipple between your fingers.”
Without a word Zor reached out his huge hand. He tapped her right nipple with a finger before grasping it in thumb and forefinger and pulling it, gently at first, then harder.
“Oh!” gasped Violet, half in pleasure and half in pain.
Zor pinched her nipple, and she cried out again, arching her back. When her eyes met his, she found them darker than ever, his gaze tearing into hers. He felt it too, then. It wasn’t just a medical or scientific experiment for him; this was more than a mere exam.
But the next second he looked away, letting go of her nipple and taking a step back. “It looks like she responds quite well to touch as well as cold.”
“Indeed.” The doctor picked up a handheld computer and made some notes on it. “All right,” he continued, setting down the screen. “I’d like to get her internal temperature and stats. If you’ll please turn over onto your stomach, Violet.”
“Okay,” she whispered, glancing first at the doctor’s eyes and then at Zor before rolling onto her stomach.
“Just need to adjust the table...” The doctor pushed a button, and suddenly the section under Violet’s groin lifted while the rest of the table stayed in place, forcing her bottom up higher into the air. At the same time, her legs were forced apart by the splitting of the table, opening her thighs wide.
The cool air of the exam room tickled her pussy, and she cringed in embarrassment. Here she was, spread wide open, in front of her alien husband and the doctor.
“Stay in place, please, or I will have to strap you down.” The doctor’s voice was firm, and she felt his presence in between her widespread legs.
“This anal gauge will give us not only her internal temperature, but can record other metrics, such as responsiveness. Prince Zor, you’re welcome to stand here to watch the insertion, or, if you prefer, seeing her facial expression as the gauge goes inside might be amusing as well!” The doctor chuckled.
For what felt like the millionth time, Violet’s cheeks burned.
Zor moved so he was standing halfway between Violet’s head and feet. “This will give me a good view of both. Human, I want you to keep eye contact with me the whole time, do you understand? I do indeed want to see your reaction when the probe is inserted.”
“Yes, Sir.” Violet could barely speak. She’d never had anything inserted inside her anywhere, and now some sort of object was going to be inside her bottom? It was impossible not to clench hard at the mere thought, though the wide spread of her legs made it difficult.
The doctor squeezed a cold liquid between her ass cheeks, and she felt his gloved finger rubbing it around. “There we go. You need to be nicely lubed, because the gauge is rather large and we need to get it in nice and deep.” The tip of his finger invaded Violet’s tight hole, forcing its way in just a little.
Violet moaned, the sound muffled by the sheet of the exam table as she turned her head away from Zor.
“Violet,” he warned, and she looked back at him, the thick tendons on his neck, the hard muscles of his chest, the more than obvious bulge in the front of his pants. When she made eye contact with him, he was staring at her, his gaze impenetrable. “Do not look away from me again. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” Somehow she knew these were words she would say a lot from now on.
“All right, let’s get started then. Please, Doctor.” Zor nodded at the other male.
Violet heard the clattering of metal instruments, and then the doctor muttered, “Here we go.” She clenched tight, or as tight as she could with her legs spread so wide, even though she knew it wouldn’t help. There was nothing she could do to stop this.
“Quite responsive in anticipation,” murmured the doctor. “Did you see how her hole puckered just then?”
“I did.” There was humor in Zor’s voice.
“Should I show her the gauge before inserting it? So she knows what to expect?”
Zor grunted his assent, and the doctor approached Violet’s side, holding out a long, thick metal instrument. “This is the gauge, Violet. This end here, where it narrows down, is the part that I’ll insert in your bottom first. It will go in up to this marking,” he said, indicating a line about two inches up the shaft. “I’ll leave it for a few minutes, then insert it farther to this mark.” He showed her the second mark, about four inches up. “And then, all the way. This flanged base here will keep the gauge in place for as long as it needs to stay inside you.”
“And how long is that?” Her voice quavered.
“Oh, at least fifteen minutes. Maybe longer. The gauge will be taking all sorts of measurements, so you might feel it moving or vibrating inside you. There will also be a part where it will dispense a ginger-based agent, which will sting. We’ll be testing your reaction to that.”
Oh, no! Here she was, spread wide, with her bottom forced high in the air, about to undergo a terrible test in which the doctor, with her husband watching, was going to insert a huge object into her bottom. And there was nothing—absolutely nothing—she could do to stop it.
“Are you ready, Violet?” The doctor’s fingers touched her ass, still sore from her earlier spanking, and pried her cheeks farther apart. Before she had a chance to answer him, the cold tip of the metal probe was pushing into her tight hole.
“Oh, ow.” She moaned as he inserted it in a little farther, the entire rounded end now inside her.
“There we go. A little more.” The doctor slid the object deeper.
Violet grunted at the sensation, tears pooling in her eyes once more.
“Violet.” Zor’s voice warned her, reminded her that she was supposed to be looking at him.
But oh, the humiliation! To make eye contact with someone while this embarrassing thing was being done to her! Still, she forced her gaze to meet his, her mouth opening in an ‘o’ of surprise as the doctor quickly pushed the probe in farther.
“There.” The doctor tapped on the gauge and twisted it slightly. “We’ll keep it there for a few minutes. Let it take some readings.”
For a few seconds, Violet felt only the strange sensation of her bottom being stretched by the probe. But then she heard a humming sound, and she felt the metallic object begin to vibrate, just a little at first, then quicker and quicker.
The sensation was alarming, both because it was uncomfortable but also because she felt her pussy growing wet. She knew she was blushing as she kept her eyes on Zor’s, knew he could tell from her expression exactly what she was feeling.
“Well, look at that!” The doctor’s fingers brushed against her pussy, so gently she could barely feel it. “Prince, she is growing quite damp from this test!”
Zor moved out of Violet’s sight to stand behind her, obviously getting a better look at the private, wet area between her legs.
“Normally,” continued the doctor, “I’d simultaneously do a genital probe as well, but since she’s your wife, and a virgin, we won’t do that. Still, it’s definitely something to make note of.”
The probe stopped vibrating, and Violet tried to get as comfortable as possible. But all too soon, the doctor announced that it was time to insert it farther.
“Take a deep breath, Violet,” he instructed, as he twisted and pushed the gauge farther into her bottom.
“Ahhh!” she cried out to no avail. Just because this hurt, it certainly didn’t mean the doctor or Zor would stop. But she couldn’t help it. She was so uncomfortable and embarrassed.
“There we g
o! Right up to the second marking. All right then, let’s leave it there for a few minutes.”
As the doctor spoke, Violet tried her best to keep her eyes on Zor, who was staring straight at her. His jaw was tight, and his lip arched for a second, giving away a wealth of feelings. What was he thinking? If Violet didn’t know better, she’d think he looked like he wanted to eat her alive. Did he enjoy watching her be humiliated like this? And why, oh, why did that make her even wetter between the legs?
“Well,” the doctor finally said, “let’s finish this procedure. It’s going in the rest of the way now, Violet.” And without giving her a second to know what was happening, he pushed and twisted until the gauge was all the way inside her.
Violet squirmed on the table, trying not to cry out in humiliation. Here she was, with a probe all the way in her bottom, while two male Tethrans watched calmly and commented on it casually.
Inside her, the probe vibrated and shifted as it took readings, of what, exactly, Violet wasn’t certain. And she wasn’t going to ask. To be honest, she didn’t care about that. The only thing she cared about was getting this horrible thing out of her as soon as possible.
When the probe finally stopped moving, the doctor spoke once more. “Now, I’m going to press this button so the gauge releases a ginger-based compound. Your reaction will be tested.”
The stinging he had mentioned earlier. How bad would it be? Violet’s breath came hard and fast in anticipation, and when she heard a click as the doctor pressed something on the gauge, she tensed immediately.
Nothing could have prepared her for the burning she began to feel as the fluid was released into her bottom.
“Oh, please!” Violet squirmed on the table, the humiliation she’d been feeling about being in such a position quickly replaced with the need to stop the burning. “It hurts so much!”
“Quite a reaction, I see.” The doctor chuckled as he made some notes on his tablet.
Violet reached behind her to pull the probe out, but the doctor was quicker than she, grasping her hands.
“Would you please hold her hands, Prince Zor?”
Without a word, Zor grasped Violet’s wrists in one huge hand, holding them tight as Violet wriggled on the table.
“I’m just going to strap down her thighs.” The doctor pressed some button, and curved metal brackets clicked closed, strapping her legs down on the exam table. “Just a few more minutes.”
The burning continued, while Violet sobbed, finally going limp instead of fighting to pull her hands from Zor’s strong grasp. To her surprise, as soon as she relaxed, he released her hands, and his warm, huge fingers traveled to her cheek, gently brushing against her skin, then tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
He leaned forward to whisper, “You’re doing so well, Violet.”
Unexpected kindness resonated in his eyes, a side of Zor she hadn’t seen yet but was relieved to discover.
“Good,” the doctor finally said, after what felt like a series of eternities strung together. “Let’s turn off the ginger substance. There we go.”
The probe vibrated in her bottom, and almost immediately the stinging stopped. The doctor twisted and pulled the probe out of Violet. She sighed in relief when it was out, though her entire bottom hole throbbed from the invasion she’d just experienced. The doctor wiped the lubrication off her skin.
“Turn over, please, Violet.”
She did as instructed, hoping that her tests were almost over.
“Prince,” said the doctor, turning to Zor. “The last thing I want to test is her sexual responsiveness. Human females, I’ve read, are highly stimulated when their clitoris is touched. I’d like to see what sort of reaction she has.”
Zor nodded and moved closer, so close that Violet could reach out and touch him if she wanted. She didn’t dare, though.
“Spread your legs.” The doctor gently pushed Violet’s thighs apart.
This, thought Violet, might be even worse than the previous test. She bit her lip and tried to stay calm.
The doctor’s gloved fingers began to examine the delicate skin between her legs, pushing her folds apart. “Here!” He tapped his finger on her clitoris. “This is it. I’m just going to manipulate her clitoris a little bit...” His finger moved in gentle circles.
Violet tried hard to stay calm, but something about being in Zor’s presence, with him watching the doctor touch her, was making her heart beat quicker. Within a few seconds, and to her deep embarrassment, she felt her pussy getting wetter and warmer, her clit hardening in excitement.
“Oh, yes.” The doctor was examining her closer. “She is definitely reacting to this. Come. Take a look.”
Zor moved between Violet’s spread legs, and the doctor stepped aside. Zor’s dark gaze lingered on Violet’s wet skin, and then he reached out his long, corded arm and touched Violet, just once and for a mere second, meeting her eyes the whole time.
“Oh!” The moan escaped her lips, and she opened her eyes wide. She hadn’t meant to give herself away, didn’t want the males to know how turned on she was. But now the truth was out.
One of Zor’s eyebrows rose, and a corner of his mouth turned up. He touched her again, right on her tight bud, moving it in gentle circles like the doctor had mere seconds before.
Violet shook her head. She wanted to tell him to stop. That climaxing here, in front of the two Tethran men, would be the worst part of this entire exam. But she knew she couldn’t ask him to stop. It wouldn’t end well if she did.
Zor’s finger continued exploring, deftly touching her in a way that was unmistakably designed to turn her on, to drive her to orgasm. Shutting her eyes tight, she willed her body to remain calm, to fight off the sensations. But it was beyond her control.
With each passing second, her muscles tightened as she rose up to meet Zor’s touch, trying to press harder into the sensation while simultaneously wishing she could hold back. But it felt so good. She bit back a moan as she arched her neck, her hips wiggling uncontrollably.
Breath coming in gasps, she wildly looked into Zor’s eyes to find him staring at her, his eyes intense and filled with unmistakable desire.
“Come, Violet.” His voice was low and deep.
Immediately Violet felt her body tighten. She was too far gone to try to stop it, nor did she want to any longer. With a cry, her pussy began to contract over and over as she came hard on the exam table.
“Interesting.” The doctor typed on his tablet.
Zor’s gaze burned as he stared down at Violet. “I trust the exam is over?” Zor turned to the doctor.
“Indeed. Your wife can get dressed again.” The doctor made a few notes on his handheld screen, then left the room. Violet was alone with her new husband.
For a few seconds they stared at each other, Violet unsure what to expect. Was he going to touch her again? Punish her perhaps? Instead, though, he picked up her shiny blue dress.
“We’re almost home.” He handed the gown to her.
“Thank you.” It was difficult for Violet to look him in the eyes. He was so big. So intimidating. And he’d just watched her come.
The mention of soon being on Tethra made Violet’s stomach squirm. She’d spent her entire life on Ostara, and though interplanetary travel was possible, it was generally reserved for dignitaries or soldiers. This would be her first time on another planet.
“You’re scared.” Zor touched her chin with his finger, tipped her head up gently.
Violet hadn’t known he could be so tender. She looked up into his fierce dark eyes to see a glimmer of kindness. Could she dare hope he wasn’t a complete terror?
“Don’t be afraid,” he continued. “You will be with me, and with my dozens and dozens of personal security members. Our castle is well guarded, and our people are peaceful. They are also very anxious to meet their new princess.” He smiled, the first time he’d directed such a pleasant look her way.
Violet smiled back as she slipped on the dress and tie
d it closed in front.
“And everyone knows I will do everything I must to protect my property.” He lowered his fingers from her chin and grasped her hand in his.
And there it was. His property. With a deep sigh, she let him lead her out of the exam room and to the ship’s doors.
Chapter Four
The day was a whirlwind of activity. Though she and Zor were whisked through the crowds and into the safety of the palace, it was easy to be overwhelmed with the shouts and cries, most of adoration. She distinctly heard some voices protesting the fact that a human was moving into the palace and would be their future leader, but she tried to ignore those. If Valria had come instead, it would be an Ostaran in her position. Would the Tethrans find that any more favorable?
Violet was informed that there would be publicity events over the next several days, but for now, apparently Zor wanted her all to himself. It was, after all, their wedding night. And though Violet wasn’t certain exactly what that meant to someone in Zor’s position, she had a few guesses, all of which made her equally nervous and excited. The way her body had responded to his touch in the exam room wasn’t something she’d soon forget.
She’d heard rumors about Tethran men and their virility. She and Valria and the other Ostaran girls used to talk in lowered voices punctuated with giggles about rumors of Tethran men and how much they enjoyed Tethran women. Unlike Ostarans, whose eggs were fertilized outside the body, Tethrans copulated like humans. And, from everything Violet had heard, roughly. That was why the agreement of marriage with Valria had specified that she must be treated with a gentle hand. Since they weren’t sexually compatible, it had to be that way. But no such stipulation had been put forth in Violet’s contract.
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