“What are you doing? Let me go right now!” I was mortified. The doctor stood behind me, with a clear view of my ass and pussy. Zane’s legs trapped mine with the force of an unmovable mountain, and his right arm was pressed to my bare back, holding me down.
“You will not disobey me, mate. I cannot allow you to disregard your own health. Nor can I have you running around the ship disrespecting me in front of my crew.”
“All right. I see that you are serious about this. I’m sorry. Just let me up.”
His answer was a loud smack on my right cheek. It hurt.
He was spanking me! “Ow! This is bullshit. Let me—”
Smack.
The left cheek now stung too and I could feel my face getting red. Rage fueled me as he struck me again and again in a steady rhythm that caused my bare bottom to go from stinging pain with each strike to a constant burn.
To my horror, the burn spread through my body, making me squirm, not with rage, but with a craving for physical contact, for more sensory input, for more. My nipples hardened and my body felt like it was about to overload with sensation as he changed tactics, no longer striking me, but rubbing his huge, warm palm over my tender, heated flesh like he was petting his favorite kitten. So softly, so gently, as if I was precious and fragile. The complete shift made me feel upset and confused.
“Had you remained silent, I would be finished now, my mate. But you cursed at me, and no Prillon warrior’s bride speaks to her mate in such a manner. You will obey me in all things. You will not demean yourself or disrespect yourself by allowing foul language to come from your perfect lips. You will care for yourself as if you were the most precious being alive on this ship, because to me, that’s exactly what you are.”
His caress calmed me, but his words made me even more uncomfortable than I had been before. I didn’t examine the why, just renewed my struggles. I squirmed and shoved with my hands against the bed with all my might, but I might as well have been trying to push a boulder off my back. He wasn’t hurting me, but I couldn’t move.
“For your foul mouth, little one.” He struck again, this time hitting the back of my tender thighs, where they met the curve of my bare bottom. The area was extremely sensitive and the sting of his large palm brought tears to my eyes. He continued spanking my thighs hard, not stopping until tears rolled down my face and I went limp in his arms. I was so confused, so hurt, and I didn’t understand why he would do this to me.
When Zane finally freed my legs, I didn’t try to move. I didn’t know what to do. The stupid doctor was still there, watching everything and I felt lost. All I wanted to do was curl up in Zane’s lap and have him pet me again and talk to me in that soft voice and make me feel like everything was going to be all right.
How could I want comfort from Zane when he was the reason I was so upset in the first place? I was losing my mind.
He rolled me over and repositioned me in his lap until I was exactly where I wanted to be, but never would have had the nerve to ask to be, safe and protected in his big, strong arms. I couldn’t hold back my tears and he held me in silence as I cried, his hand gently rubbing up and down my bare back.
Several minutes passed before my crying turned to hiccups and sniffles. I stopped trying to figure out what was happening to me. I’d been transported halfway across the galaxy, left everything I knew behind and woke up to an alien who’d kissed me senseless, then spanked my bare bottom simply because I’d argued with him and used a curse word.
Now that I thought about the doctor bit, I guess it did make sense. If Zane had traveled across the galaxy to reach Earth, I’d want him to be checked out by a doctor there. I’d be worried about him because I cared. That made sense. Except, how could he care about me at all when we’d just met?
“Are you ready to let the doctor take a look at you? We need to make sure you are healthy and suffered no ill effects from your transport.” His voice was gentle, but there was steel behind the words. I knew if I denied him again, I’d be right back over his lap getting another spanking.
“All right. Yes.”
“Good girl.”
Why did that praise make me happy? Why did I suddenly want to please him, a complete stranger? Oh, I knew that I’d always been susceptible to an alpha male, to the most basic and fundamental craving to have someone strong care for me and protect me. But I’d been burned by men before, more than once. And I barely knew Zane. Why was my body acting like it knew him, like it trusted him already? My body seemed to be developing a will of its own, and I wasn’t sure I was in agreement with it.
“I’m going to lay you back down on the bed. Relax and let the doctor make sure everything is working properly.” His tone was gentle and calm, as if the previous few minutes, his striking my bare ass, had never happened.
I nodded and wiped away the last of my tears as he stood with me in his arms. He squeezed me gently, as if I truly was precious to him, then turned and laid me down on my back. I wasn’t settled at the head of the small bed where I had been before, but at the bottom with my bare ass literally hanging off the end. His arm held my legs in place as the doctor pulled two stirrups out from some mysterious hiding place. When the doctor nodded, Zane placed my feet in the stirrups and stepped back.
Shit. A gynecological exam? Now?
Chapter Four
Hannah
Stirrups. Ass hanging off the table. A stranger between my legs.
I knew this setup all too well. For a moment, I considered protesting, then stopped myself before I ended up back over his knee. My bottom and the backs of my thighs still stung from his very thorough spanking and I didn’t want more.
I took a deep breath, let it out slowly. I’d been through this on Earth before, many times, hell, once a year since I’d turned sixteen. I could bear it if it would make the doctor happy, my mate happy, and get me the hell out of this stupid medical room.
The doctor stood between my legs with a clinically blank expression on his face, which helped. “I’ll try to make this quick, Lady Hannah.”
I met the man’s gaze briefly, then looked up at the metal ceiling, noticed the rivets that held it in place. I refused to look at either man. “Fine.”
Mortified, I laid back, placed my bent elbow over my eyes. My entire naked body was on display, and my pussy was hanging open and exposed off the end of the table in front of not just one, but two strange, alien men. To make it even worse, surely my bottom was red from the spanking Zane had given me.
I heard Zane move, but had no idea what he intended until he settled onto the bed above me, lifted my head and placed it in his lap. I uncovered my eyes to find him looking down at me. He ignored the doctor completely. “Give me your hand, mate.”
I didn’t realize how much I needed the reassurance until I lifted my left hand and placed it in his. He squeezed gently and suddenly I didn’t feel so alone on this strange ship with alien warriors.
“Go ahead now, doctor. She is ready.” He didn’t take his eyes from mine as he spoke to the other man.
I ignored the warm hands at the tops of my thighs. I ignored the cold feel of medical lube that he smeared over my core. I even ignored the blunt tip of a cold, hard object as the doctor inserted it into my pussy. I expected the usual stretching of a speculum, but startled when the item was deep inside me, pressed up against my womb. I gasped at the feel of it.
“Hush, mate. It will be over soon.” Zane’s right hand came to rest on my shoulder, and as I watched, his eyes darkened with a look I already recognized on his strikingly handsome face. Lust.
“Ready, commander?” The doctor’s question made me blink in confusion. Ready for what? Was it custom for the doctor to speak to Zane instead of me? I was the one naked, with my legs splayed wide and a thick, hard object filling my pussy.
“She is ready,” he replied.
“What? I thought—” I gasped as a second object circled the rosy bud between the cheeks of my bare bottom. The doctor worked something small, perha
ps no bigger around than a drink straw, into the tight hole and I felt a gushing wetness inside as some kind of warm liquid began to fill me. There.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, he removed the small object and I realized I was panting and squeezing Zane’s hand so hard I thought I might be hurting him. “What kind of exam is this? I don’t think I was injured there during transport.”
The men ignored me, and the doctor said, “Hold still, Lady Hannah. I don’t want this to hurt.”
With his warning ringing in my ears, I held completely still as he pressed something hard and cold to my virgin opening.
“Breathe, Hannah.” Zane rubbed his hand along my right shoulder in a soothing gesture and I tried to listen to him as the doctor slowly pressed the object inside me. It stretched me, the tissues and untried muscles unused to the invasion. I moved my head from side to side as the pressure slowly continued.
“Zane, please,” I gasped. “What is he doing?”
“You’re doing well. Almost there.” Doctor Mordin rubbed the inside of my thigh, as if to comfort me but I felt so humiliated, so damn naked. I had a huge device inside my pussy and now another, smaller one, inside my ass. I’d never felt this full, or stretched, or exposed.
I felt the object slide past my inner muscles and the burning lessened. I glanced down to see my bare pussy. I could see a long, dark object sticking out of me, but it was oddly built, with a hooked section that remained outside of me and curved upward. I wasn’t sure what he’d put in my ass, but I could feel it. I clenched down on both hard objects.
God, could I feel it. I put my head back down on Zane’s thigh and turned my head away to stare at the plain silver wall. I couldn’t bear to look up into Zane’s eyes, afraid he’d see the war going on inside me. I should be ashamed. I should be angry. I should be fighting this.
Instead, I felt my pussy grow wet as I ached for the doctor to move the hard object he’d shoved inside me. I wanted him to fuck me with it, pull it out and work it back into me while Zane watched. I wanted to lift my hips and beg the doctor to put his mouth on me while Zane held me down. This dark, needy part of me wanted to be pinned down and taken by both of them, just like in that simulation I’d gone through in the matching process. I wanted Zane’s tongue on my breast and his hand over my throat as the doctor worked me with his devices and made me come.
Oh, God. What was wrong with me? Perhaps the men were both right to be worried and I’d been injured in the transfer. Surely I wouldn’t think or feel like this otherwise.
I whimpered, so ashamed and humiliated and confused. I didn’t know what to do and I didn’t know how to deal with this dark revelation.
“Shhh,” Zane soothed. “It’s all right, Hannah. I will take care of you. No one will hurt you ever again. You have my word.”
Zane’s soft promise threatened to break my slender hold on control. If only I could believe him. If only I could trust him and tell him what my body needed, but I’d heard those words before. From a liar and a cheat, a man who used me to get to my—
“Ahh!” I arched up off the table as a strong suction was applied to my clit. Panting, I lifted my head to see the curved piece had been lowered and attached to my swollen nub. The suction device was attached to the black dildo by a long, flexible cord. The object both vibrated and applied suction to me at the same time and my body was on fire. I trembled as need built inside me, no matter how hard I fought against it.
What the fuck?
“This isn’t a doctor’s examination,” I cried, trying to catch my breath. “This is wrong. So wrong. Zane!” I shouted for him to make it stop, but inside I begged for it to continue.
He held me down and leaned over me to answer. I could see nothing but his rugged face.
“We must test your nervous system’s response to sexual stimulation, mate. You need to let go, Hannah. You need to come for the doctor.”
“What? Why?” I gasped as the object began to vibrate faster. Come for the doctor? Have an orgasm while he—
“Oh, God.”
The doctor pulled the large, ribbed device from my pussy, then shoved it back inside me in one long, smooth glide. Again. And again. My hips rose from the table to meet his thrusts. I couldn’t help it. I had no control over my own body. It had taken over. I was no longer Hannah Johnson of Earth. I was no one. I had no identity. I was just a body, a woman who needed to come.
“That’s it, Hannah. Let go.” Zane leaned over me and flicked his long tongue over my nipple just as the suction on my clit increased in strength. The doctor fucked me with the black device, the long cord attached to the suction device bending and flexing as he moved. The sensation on my clit never ceased and my body was strung as tight as a bowstring. I was on the edge and so scared I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t do this. It was too strong. Too big for me to hold.
“No! It’s too much. Zane… it’s, oh, my God. I can’t—” My head thrashed against his lap. Sweat broke out on my skin and I felt heated and flushed all over.
Zane’s right hand slid down to my inner thigh and he pulled my leg out of the stirrup, spreading me wider, opening me to the doctor’s attentions. I whimpered and lifted my free hand to his hair, tugging and pulling on him, holding onto him, my only anchor in this hurricane of sensation.
Zane lifted his lips from my nipple and kissed his way across my chest to the other side. “Do it, doctor.”
“Yes, commander.”
Those two words were my only warning as the doctor pumped the dildo into my pussy harder and faster with one hand, and shifted the object in my ass with the other. The sound of my desire, wet and slick, filled the small room. The machine attached to my clit sped up and Zane sucked hard on my neglected nipple.
My body came apart. I exploded, my nerves so overloaded that my entire body shook and I literally saw stars as my eyesight blurred into a temporary inky blackness. The spasms in my pussy went on and on, clenching around the doctor’s fucking, squeezing the device he’d placed in my ass. I was so full that I came around them, stretched and helpless and out of control. Small spasms of hot pleasure made me clench around the devices over and over until I was wrung out and limp, until I had no will to raise my head from Zane’s lap, let alone protest the pleasure I’d just experienced.
I floated back to reality slowly. Zane’s gentle kisses felt like worship on my chest and shoulders as the doctor gently removed his equipment from my body. I hissed as the one in my ass stretched me wide, then slipped free. All at once I felt empty as I clenched down on… nothing.
The doctor left the room quietly, leaving me with my new mate and the hot sting of humiliation that made my face and throat burn. What the hell was wrong with me?
Tears streamed from the corners of my eyes, but I had no control or emotional attachment to them. It was as if my body was crying of its own accord from being so completely overwhelmed.
“Good, Hannah. Good.” Zane wrapped me up in the sheet and pulled me into his lap just as the doctor came back in. The tender skin from the spanking heated and stung against the rough feel of Zane’s thigh. I tensed and turned my head away until the doctor stood before me and placed a small box on the examination table next to us. My attention was diverted from it by something else he brought into the room with him. In his hand was a long black strand of some kind. It looked like a thick black satin ribbon.
“You have passed our medical requirements, Lady Hannah. The sensors read that your nervous system is functioning at optimal levels and you are healthy and fertile for breeding.”
I wanted to say something sassy, like, Gee, thanks so much, but I held my tongue. My bottom was sore, inside and out, and I wanted to get as far away from the doctor as I could.
Both men remained silent and I finally lifted my head from Zane’s chest to look at what the doctor held in front of me. “What is it?”
“You’ve earned the right to be a Prillon bride. Congratulations, Hannah. And welcome, my lady. Once you claim your place among us, w
e are all yours. All Prillon warriors will honor you, fight for you, and die to protect you.”
I was so confused. I’d earned the right to be a Prillon bride because of a forced orgasm?
I stared at the object, which looked very much like a collar. I reached up and took it from the doctor’s hand. “What do I do with it?”
“You place the band around your neck, and always display it. It is black now, Lady Hannah. But once you choose a mate, and accept his claim in the claiming ceremony, your band will take on the color of your mate’s and expand to operate as a full Prillon body regulation system.”
I did not want to know what that meant. Not right now. I couldn’t take any more.
I looked up at Zane, just now noticing the deep red band around his neck. The collar was partially hidden by his armor. I looked away, unable to deal with any more new information. “Can we leave now? Please?”
He ran his hand down my arm. “I can’t remove you from the sanctuary of the medical station until you place the band around your neck. Without it, you would be unprotected and any male could try to claim you.”
“But, if it’s black, that means I haven’t chosen yet, so what’s the difference?”
The doctor chuckled. “The difference, my lady, is that a black band means you are in an active claiming period with a mate and his second.”
“I still don’t understand what difference it makes if I haven’t chosen.”
“It means, Hannah, that I have chosen you.” Zane’s gaze locked with my own and the raw possession I saw in his eyes set hundreds of butterflies loose in my stomach. No man had ever looked at me like that, like I was the only thing in the universe that mattered. “If any male dares touch you or disrespects you in any way, I will challenge him to a death duel.” Zane’s soft growl made me feel cherished this time, and special, because I knew all that fire and primitive protective instincts were for me. His thumb traced my lower lip as he whispered to me, making a solemn vow. “Only my second and I will lay a single finger on your beautiful body, my Hannah. Anyone else? I will kill him.”
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