“It is not,” the doctor assured her, and her insides stretched slowly on.
“Very, very promising,” the doctor said loudly for the audience. “Additionally, the expansion is arousing her.”
Lana looked up at the glass briefly, to see that this information had created quite a stir among the viewers of her humiliating examination. They leaned toward each other and were speaking excitedly, though she could not hear them. They seemed... pleased.
Her cheeks burned and she looked down at the table as the expansion continued and her insides began to throb with a sore ache and slight burn. “Oh,” she moaned. “It’s too much, I can’t—”
“You can still take more. Relax and do not speak,” the doctor said curtly. He placed a hand on her bottom, in an incongruent, reassuring gesture. The object inside of her filled and filled, and the ache of the object spread, intensified, and—not unpleasantly—started to throb.
“By these measurements this female will accommodate all sizes of Realm soldiers,” the doctor stated loudly for the audience.
Lana’s cheeks burned anew as she tried to make sense of the declaration. What else could this crazy doctor mean by ‘all Realm sizes’ but... men?
But... there? In her bottom?
She shifted, and the object rolled inside of her, making her dizzy with the pleasurable ache and fullness that so made her burn with shame.
“I will now insert the cleanse,” the doctor proclaimed.
Much more quickly than it had expanded, the object in her anus shrank, leaving her with a feeling of disappointment, and a needy ache she could scarcely believe. Lana fought against more tears of humiliation, furious with her body for betraying her by... by... enjoying this.
But no sooner had she resolved to not enjoy her treatment, than she felt something warm and fluid taking the place of the expanding object. Again, her insides expanded, but this time, the matter filling her was wet and warm.
Her pussy throbbed. She hated that she felt satisfied as her ass was filled again, but nonetheless she was relieved by the sensation.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, as the object was withdrawn, and a wider object pressed against her anus, then slipped inside. “Ow!” she yelled, as it passed through her hole, stretching her.
But the pain was temporary, and once it subsided, much like the spanking had done, a warm and arousing sensation replaced it.
The doctor returned to her head, selecting a speculum-like object as he passed the table. “In order to not disrupt the anal cleansing, I will examine her gag reflex and mouth before moving on to her most precious asset, as I am sure you are eagerly awaiting the results.”
Before Lana had time to process the meaning of his words and stiffen at their implications, the speculum was in her mouth, and her teeth were being pried open wide. Her jaw began to ache, and her mouth watered, but the doctor simply turned the object against her protests, until she could not make any sound. Her mouth was stretched wide and the doctor had his finger beneath her chin. The audience was watching with attentiveness.
“This is largely an appraisal for training purposes,” the doctor told her, inserting a phallus-shaped rubber object into her mouth. His voice was loud, as though the words were meant for both her and the audience.
He gently slipped the rubbery item into her throat. When the hard rubber grazed the back, she gagged. He withdrew the object as she recovered but pushed it back into her mouth as soon as her stomach stopped convulsing. This time, the rubber moved slowly, and she gagged much less violently. The object was pushed further, continuing into her throat, filling it. When she gagged, her throat closed around the phallus and she felt only a twisted ripple of pleasure as her throat massaged it.
“Highly trainable,” the doctor appraised, withdrawing the phallus. Saliva fell onto her face and she burned with shame as he left her there, gaping with her stretched mouth open at the audience beyond. The doctor left her like that, and returned to her bottom, where after a few moments of pressure and pushing, she felt the object tugged from her anus and the fluid inside of her drain slowly out.
She tried to drop her head in shame, but the collar prevented it, so she closed her eyes tightly. She was unable to hide her red face or her dripping pussy, however.
The doctor loosened the speculum on her mouth and set the object on the table. Lana tried to suck up the dripping spit from her lips and closed her sore jaw gratefully.
“And now,” the doctor announced, “I will examine her cunt.”
This time there was no instrument used at the beginning, only his probing fingers. He picked up a shallow speculum-like item but did not insert it into her. He placed it on her pussy and pushed open her lips, fastening the item to her with straps over her hips.
The table she was on began to rotate, and her face grew even hotter as she realized that she was on display with her genitals spread and pinned, for the crowd of men behind the glass. “As you can see,” the doctor said loudly, as he ran a gloved finger along her inner lips, “she is intact and quite aroused. This shows great promise for the program.”
He left her on display this way as he entered something into a computerized tablet on the table. “She is confirmed to be an Atrix by DNA sample,” he said, a note of awe in his voice. “A fine specimen. I will now estimate her vaginal capacity and then the viewing will proceed before bidding.”
“What?” Lana spat.
“Gag her,” the doctor told the Imperial Guard, without missing a beat.
“No, I—you can’t—”
But the ball gag was already in her mouth, and the guard was securing it in place before she could say anything else.
At the same time, she felt another thin piece of metal entering her pussy. Slender and cool, it traveled through her body, delicately massaging places she had never felt before, until she felt a cramping similar to the probing of her anus. Once the cramping began, however, the device was quickly withdrawn.
“I assure you this disobedience will be trained out of her,” the doctor said calmly as he inserted the object. “She arrived only one hour ago and had not had a proper orientation to the program. For now we will silence her and keep her restrained for inspection... my, my. She also has full capacity for all Realm soldiers here.”
He set his instrument down. “An intact, virgin Atrix,” he said loudly, “compatible with all Realm soldiers and aroused by obedience training. Please feel free to inspect the Atrix now, but remember there is to be no penetration. Training is guaranteed, of course, or bids are refunded. Bidding will commence at System Three Hour Twenty-Nine.”
The doctor’s rubber gloves snapped as he removed them, and, leaving Lana restrained as she was, he exited the room without saying anything more to her.
There was a quiet moment in the room. The guards remained stationed where they were, but because they were behind her and to her left, Lana almost forgot they were there. The silence was awkward, and she was propped in the humiliating position of the medical examination.
As the silence continued, she attempted yet again to lift her arms or her ankles, or dislodge her collar from the object it was connected to. But the magnetic restraints were as solid as if they were fused to the table and rods, and she could do no more than wriggle her bottom up and down, which was humiliating in and of itself. She certainly wouldn’t want any of these men assuming she was presenting herself to them.
If she tried to position her bottom in a less provocative display, her back began to ache immediately. There was no choice, other than intense discomfort, but to thrust her bottom up with a curved back, as though she desired to have her genitals on display for all.
The doctor reappeared in the doorway and stepped to the side. Behind him, the roomful of soldiers and other male officials moved like a wave through the door.
Headed straight toward her.
The men approached her. Some were aliens, many were speaking in foreign tongues that clicked unintelligibly and were spat out by computerized voices. Th
eir hands, some gloved with the scaly Imperial uniform, silky and cool, some scaly and warm, some human and rough, and others still of such a strange texture she did not know what they were, began to probe her. She felt them behind her, sliding into her soaked slit, feeling her pussy lips as though they were adjudging a fabric in a marketplace. Others made circles around her tight hole, and noises of approval. She was pinched and stroked, her hair tugged and combed. She closed her eyes and made a sound into the ball gag.
A question was asked behind her as cool, scaly fingers ran over the burning strap marks on her bottom, igniting her inner desires against her own will.
She did not hear the question, but the doctor stepped forward. “Of course not. All disciplining materials are specially designed to inflict precise doses of pain while inflicting no lasting damage on the physical body. As you can see, this subject is aroused by discipline and so every precaution will be taken to ensure her discipline is not overdone.”
There was another question, and the doctor answered, “We have other means of discipline, naturally. For a subject like this one, endurance training, anal hooks, or nonelectrical shocks may be required. You really must speak to the training commander, as he has more detailed information than I do.”
Lana squeezed her eyes shut as the inspection of her body continued. Hands were everywhere on her, prodding her muscles, feeling her soaking wet pussy, rolling her nipples between their fingertips. Her body was responding in the most humiliating fashion—by dripping and hardening and craving more.
She felt fingers along her jaw and her lips.
The ‘inspection’ went on for some time, but at last the crowd scattered away and out of the room, speaking to each other in excited tones. “Full Realm accommodation!” they chittered in hushed tones. “Such a fine specimen. Our breeding program will be successful at last.” “Surely Alteran does not have the budget for this, after acquiring Female C-12.” “She must be rerouted, if we acquire her, to section A.”
Lana had no idea what any of this meant, but she sensed that her life was taking a new and dark direction. Her plans of escape would need a great deal of modification. She had no idea what they had in store for her, or if she would be able to withstand it long enough to gain their trust—and plot her escape.
It did not help that her mental resolve was constantly degraded by her body’s humiliating response to this treatment.
Oh, well. Her act would seem more convincing that way.
The room was at last empty again, except for the doctor, who was reading from his tablet as though this were nothing more than the most routine of inspections of a car or an animal.
“The training commander will be here shortly,” he stated, to no one in particular, without looking up.
The doctor left, and the Pratean guards remained. The doors hissed closed behind him. The room was silent again, and Lana’s cheeks burned with humiliation as she pictured the sight of her naked body, her tilted bottom, and her dripping pussy, even if the walls had grown white again and there was not a crowd of men staring at her.
Chapter Three
The door hissed open again, and Lana jumped to her feet, her fists clenched. A man entered the room, two guards flanking him, dressed in the dark scales of an Imperial Guard, but without the heavy armor. A multitude of symbols on his shoulder indicated that he was a high-ranking officer of some kind. His face was stern and rough, blue eyes glinting above a straight nose and a cruel smile.
“Lana,” he said, his voice neutral but somehow menacing. The guards stood back as the man walked forward toward her. “I have been told you are an undisciplined and unruly girl who invites punishment.” His lips quivered in a cold smile.
Lana stared at him, not knowing what to say. But she did not back down, as she probably should have.
“I am more than happy to comply,” the man told her, smiling and moving a step nearer to her. “I enjoy discipline. I especially enjoy disciplining girls like you who require a much firmer hand than usual.”
Lana’s stomach quivered and her limbs went cold, even as the words he was saying were somehow stoking the fire in her belly that throbbed right down through her body to between her legs.
“I will not be trained to be a whore,” Lana spat at him. She cursed herself silently for being overcome by her temper; what had happened to her plan to go along with things and gain their trust?
But this man was such a... who did he think he was, talking to her like that?
“No,” the man agreed. “But you will be trained to breed and to pleasure your breeder, for the best possible outcome of fertilization. And you will do it as a slave, because you are illegal, and you have no choice. And if you do not comply, you will be disciplined until you change your mind.”
Lana gritted her teeth. “I will not.”
“I assure you,” the man said, “that you will. You are not the first young lady that I have trained, and you are not the first unruly girl I have had to discipline strictly. You are not the first, even, to not realize that you want discipline and submission. But you will come to this conclusion in time.”
“I will not,” Lana seethed, though inside, she felt turmoil unlike any other she had felt in her life.
The man smiled. “Before I begin to discipline you, however, I consider it unfair that you do not understand the consequences for your disobedience. As such, we will take a tour of our facilities and you will be given the rules of your conduct and our expectations of you, as well as a small taste of the punishment that awaits you should you break those rules.”
Lana glared at him as though she knew something he didn’t and couldn’t be bothered to take his ‘tour,’ but inside, her heart was sinking. What did she think she would do? Her magnetic restraints were impossible to remove, and they seemed to attach to anything the guards desired them to, to contort her into any helpless position they saw fit. She was surrounded by dozens—if not hundreds—of oversized guards.
And she didn’t even know where in the galaxy she was.
But the idea of submission to these pigs burned inside of her like a hot coal.
She remembered suddenly what the doctor had said, and, though it was a shot in the dark, she took it. She was an ‘Atrix,’ whatever that was, and therefore she was special.
“You can’t hurt me,” she shot at the man. “I am an Atrix.”
The man’s face lit up, almost as if she had given him a gift. His smile was unnerving, and he cocked his head, amused. “My, aren’t we clever? That you are, Katalana Scott. And so it is, I cannot actually hurt you... That is to say, break your precious skin or harm your body in any way that is permanent.”
He stepped toward her, and as he did, the restraints clinked together, forcing her hands and her ankles together and against the table. She fell forward and landed on her hands and knees, whereupon her wrist restraints immediately stuck to the floor. “But there are many ways to discipline unruly girls and train them to be good slaves, without doing anything permanent. And aren’t we lucky? That’s my specialty.”
He crouched on the floor next to her, and lifted her by the chin, smiling when she jerked her head away. He raised his hand above her collar, and it stuck to his hand, immobilizing her. “I very much enjoy teaching a girl like you to behave.”
He tapped away at his wrist controller, and the magnetic restraints on her wrists and ankles shifted in their pull, as though he were a puppeteer and could move her with the flick of his wrists.
The wrists remained glued but released from the floor, as he lifted her by the collar to her feet. The ankles released and then clanged together again.
“Now,” the man instructed. “I am Commander Golan, but to you I am ‘sir.’ Let’s begin again. I am going to walk you through the training facilities, and you are going to behave. Do you understand me, Katalana Scott?”
Lana stomped down hard on her urge to be mouthy, and remembered her plan to concede, just long enough to get a handle on where she was and how she could
escape. A tour of the training facilities sounded like the right way to set her sights on her escape, and so she should appear cowed and agree.
“Yes, sir,” Lana said, but her tone was not as conciliatory as she had hoped.
Commander Golan smiled, evidently no more fooled by her agreeableness than she was. “Wonderful,” he snarled. He snapped a stick from his belt and brought it up to her collar. The magnetic resistance transferred from his hand to the stick, and after a few gentle pushes, Lana realized that she was going to be led, naked, out the door, with her hands bound together and a leash around her neck.
* * *
Unfortunately for Lana, her senses were so overwhelmed by what she saw from the moment they entered the training center until she was turned over to her ‘Caretakers’ at the end of the tour, that she never did end up scouting out her escape routes or much of anything else.
Commander Golan first took her through a series of rooms he called Grooming. Lana was overwhelmed first by the luxurious amounts of water and clean, flowery smells, the likes of which she had gone years without smelling. Out in her desert home, she was allowed only one five-minute shower every three days, and the last of any form of sweet-smelling lotion or soap had run out years ago.
The Grooming area began with a long hallway of water-filled tubs, steaming hot and sweet smelling. The pools appeared deep but were actually shallow, which she realized only because a human girl was on her hands and knees in one, in a similar position to Lana’s medical examination, but without the restraints. Two white-clad men, much softer in appearance than the Imperial Guards, were washing her a bit like one washed livestock, with copious amounts of soap and water. Lana noticed that they were taking special care of her genitals.
In an adjoining room, which the commander took her into, there were a series of tables like the one in the examination room. They were not in use, a fact which the commander, as though reading her mind, began explaining immediately. “At this hour of the day almost all of the girls are in training or taking a rest. This is the enema room, where the procedure performed earlier today will take place in the morning, in order to facilitate your anal training.”
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