Given to the Savage

by Natasha Knight

  “Please, I can’t hold it!” she called out.

  The lead doctor nodded to one of the nurses who had been standing in the back. Silas noticed now the thick leather strap she held. Without warning, she approached and struck three times across Rowan’s helpless bottom. Rowan’s screams filled the room and he could imagine how sensitive she was now after the stimulation and her earlier switching. He hadn’t felt as sorry for anyone as he did her in a very long time.

  “The enema is for your own good,” the doctor said, coming to stand close enough to grip a handful of hair and tug her head back. “You’ll take it with or without punishment. You have three more strokes coming after I plug you. We don’t want you releasing before the antidote has had its chance to work. I won’t waste more of the precious medicine on a breeder.”

  Rowan cried and tried to nod her head. The doctor released her roughly and resumed her work.

  “That one is too small. Bring the biggest plug,” she commanded.

  The nurse who had prepared the first one returned with a steel plug three inches long and more than an inch wide from what Silas could see.

  “Good,” the doctor said, taking it from the nurse. “Spread her wide.” Silas watched Rowan’s face contort as the plug was pressed into her back hole.

  “She’s going to be feeling that for a while,” Captain Amro said once it was fully seated and the doctor stepped back, nodding for the nurse who held the strap to come forward.

  “Three. I want to see the marks or I’ll whip you,” she threatened.

  The nurse swallowed and raised her arm. She touched the strap to Rowan’s bottom, taking aim, and struck hard, hard enough to send the bound girl forward and force a grunt from her lips.

  “Again.”

  The second stroke fell. Then the third.

  “One more, for good measure. Across her thighs.”

  The nurse struck and Silas heard the woman’s breath as she did. The red wheals on Rowan’s bottom and thighs looked wicked but seemed to satisfy the doctor. The doctor then inspected her bottom, spreading her pussy lips apart. “She’s aroused,” she chuckled. “I think the breeders get off on pain.”

  Interesting.

  “Turn her over. Bind her ankles so her knees are bent up into her chest and spread wide. Dr. Nelson, bring the clamps. We’ll begin with her breasts,” she instructed.

  Rowan was turned over and Silas could see her stomach was slightly inflated. It was then Commander Norrin flipped a switch and spoke into the intercom. “How long will she be made to hold the antidote?” he asked.

  The lead doctor turned to him. “Half an hour, commander.”

  “Thank you, doctor. Carry on.”

  Both doctors approached the top of the table. One took notes while the other examined Rowan’s breasts, weighting them in her hands, slapping each several times.

  “Her nipples harden when her breasts are slapped,” she said while the other took notes. “That’s good. I imagine the barbarians beat their women regularly.”

  Silas fisted his hands. The colonies were far more cruel than the settlements outside.

  “Breasts are heavier than I would have imagined for someone her size.” She pinched both nipples hard enough to call a cry from Rowan’s lips. “Look at her vagina, how the lips are wet. Breast stimulation is arousing to her. The more aroused she is during intercourse, the more likely she will be impregnated quickly. We’ve learned that in the last months with several test cases. Give me the nipple clamps, we’ll keep them on her throughout the rest of the examination.”

  The other doctor hurried to scribble the last of her sentence then handed the clamps over. Rowan watched with wide, frightened eyes as first her right, then her left nipple were clamped. She didn’t call out but Silas didn’t miss the tear that slid from her eye.

  “Is this all necessary, Commander Norrin?” he couldn’t help asking. “She is fertile, you know that already or she wouldn’t be here. I am not sure it’s necessary to test her sexual function. She’s been whipped and punished anally as well. It seems excessive to me.”

  Commander Norrin simply studied him for a long time but it was the captain who answered: “Can’t wait to get your hands on her, can you? I can’t blame you really,” he said.

  “Don’t think you can dictate what is excessive and what is not to me. Remember, I am commander,” Norrin said.

  “Nurse, pull her vaginal lips wide,” the doctor said as she pushed a low stool between Rowan’s wide spread legs. “Actually, Dr. Nelson, why don’t you do the vaginal exam? You need the experience.”

  “Thank you, doctor.” Dr. Nelson took the speculum and sat on the stool. “Don’t we need to lubricate this?”

  “Not necessary,” the lead doctor said. “Remember, Commander Norrin showed her mercy rescuing her from the switching she had coming. Besides, I’m sure she’d rather have the lubricant for her rectal exam in a little bit. Supplies are precious, always remember that, and these aren’t like the women of the colony you’re dealing with. They’re breeders, that is all.”

  The doctor merely smiled politely and Silas watched Rowan fist her hands when she slid the speculum into her opening.

  “You’ll want to go slowly, I’d like to keep her hymen intact.”

  “I’ll be careful.”

  The slightest sound was heard from Rowan while the doctor carried on her investigation, both of them talking throughout, sharing their findings and thoughts while they scribbled down notes until they were satisfied and the speculum was removed.

  * * *

  “Doctor,” Rowan said, unable not to speak up any longer. “Please, it hurts, I can’t hold it…”

  The doctor barely glanced at her as she asked for what she needed next.

  “Bring me that crop,” she said.

  “Please don’t whip me again, ma’am. I’m sorry, I’ll be quiet.”

  The nurses were instructed to move away as the doctor took up the short riding crop. She gripped it by the braided handle and tapped the long, thin rectangular end against Rowan’s clit lightly. Rowan noticed instantly there were two sides to the split end: one soft fur, the other hard leather. The doctor alternated first rubbing the furry side over her clit then turning it over to slap it lightly with the leather. Rowan closed her eyes and tried to squeeze her knees together. It wasn’t that it didn’t feel good, quite the opposite in fact. And she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to hold the plug in place if she were to come.

  “Nurses, take hold of her knees. I want her spread wide.” The two women moved into place as the doctor turned to Rowan. “Do you need a few strokes of the strap on your cunt first, breeder?” she asked.

  “No, ma’am. I’m sorry. It’s just…”

  “Dr. Nelson, watch her face and report the results, specifically her eyes. Her pupils will become round and large when she’s close to orgasm.” She then addressed Rowan: “You’ll be allowed to release your enema once you climax.” With that, she began whipping Rowan’s pussy. The sensations all collided together, the pain and sting of the crop over her already swollen clit, the pressure of the enema she held, the plug stretching her anus and somehow, the knowledge that she was being watched all worked together and as hard as she tried to keep from coming, to keep from giving them what they wanted, Rowan’s hips bucked beneath the ruthless crop and she tugged at the restraints on her wrists as she called out, closing her eyes and turning her head from side to side as orgasm overtook her every sense and she felt her muscles clamp down around the plug in her bottom and the gush of her own juices slide from her pussy.

  “Orgasms are powerful,” Dr. Nelson said out loud. “Her eyes turned almost completely black before she closed them.”

  The lead doctor smiled and nodded. “Good, that means she’s very fertile. We’re almost done here. Let’s get her emptied and we can proceed with her rectal exam.”

  Rowan opened her eyes slowly only to meet that blue gaze of the savage who stood watching. Her face heated to a dark red as she
realized he had seen her orgasm. He wouldn’t look away and so, finally, she lowered her lashes, embarrassed and angry with herself for her lack of self-control, for giving them what they wanted.

  “Take her to the elimination area,” the doctor said. “When she’s finished, clean her up and bring her back.” Then to the nurse with the strap, “Go with them in case she makes this difficult.”

  When Rowan’s arms and legs were unbound, she could hardly move them herself and the nurses had to help her to slide off the examination table. Between the two of them, she walked to a room next to the examining room, grateful for the relative privacy, very aware of the nurse who held the strap, who looked hungry to whip her. Once inside, the nurses closed the door.

  “Turn around, bend over, and put your hands on the seat,” the younger nurse instructed with a tone that, for the first time since her ordeal had begun, was gentle.

  Rowan looked at her for a long moment until the woman with the strap stepped forward. At that, she turned and bent, placing her hands on the seat of the toilet. The nurse pushed her low back down and Rowan knew to lift her hips. She felt the nurse twisting the plug and slowly, she tugged on it, twisting and turning, pushing it in and pulling it out. Rowan’s already sensitized clit swelled even more but the pressure of release took precedence now and as soon as she was free of the plug, she turned and sat down, looking up to find all three women watching her as she released in embarrassment. At least the fiery heat was gone and she hadn’t had to do this in the other room with that man watching. The shame she felt with him was far worse than when Captain Amro had stripped her to be whipped publically.

  “I’m ready,” she said when it was over.

  “Stand up and bend over, hands on the seat so I can clean you.”

  With a warm sponge, she was thoroughly cleaned and when it was over, she straightened.

  “You weren’t told to get up yet,” came the cruel voice of the one who wielded the strap.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

  “Hands against the wall,” she ordered as the other two stepped back.

  “I think she really didn’t know,” the sweet girl said with a hand on the forearm of the nurse with the strap.

  Rowan watched them and the one with the strap glanced at that hand that touched her, then up at the nurse’s face and smiled. “All right,” she said. “Put your hands against the wall. You’ll take her strokes. Six.”

  Rowan’s mouth fell open as the girl slowly moved to take her place at the wall.

  “Bare,” the nurse with the strap said.

  The girl groaned but reached back to lower her pants to her ankles and leaned forward, her soft, white bottom offered for punishment, her hands on the wall in front of her.

  The first stroke fell and the sound of it against the girl’s fleshy bottom followed by her cry finally made Rowan act.

  “Stop! They’re my strokes. I’ll take them,” she said, pushing the girl out of the way and taking her place, dreading the five strokes from this woman.

  “A breeder with a heart,” she said, shaking her head. “Useless bunch of spoiled…”

  She didn’t hear the rest as five strokes were laid quickly across her buttocks and thighs. As terrible as the sting was, she refused to make a single sound and all she could hear was the quiet weeping of the nurse who had tried to help her. It gave her courage and strengthened her resolve. The colony was cruel, the breeders prisoner no matter how it looked to the outside. They thought the breeders lived like queens behind their locked doors, but if only they knew. They were treated as less than human, even their children taken from them, their only contribution to society that of the act of breeding. Rowan vowed vengeance, not only for herself but for all of them.

  “Take her back. And you,” the one with the strap said to the young nurse. “If you speak out of turn again, I won’t stop so quickly.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” the girl replied meekly.

  * * *

  Silas watched their faces as they returned. The younger nurse was red-eyed and rubbing her bottom. The one with the strap looked like pure evil but when he met Rowan’s gaze, he paused. She was staring straight back at him, her fiery eyes, the shade a perfect, striking, and stunning green, the palest of the first green of spring, bore into him, and within them he saw a strength, a resolve he did not expect, especially not after the treatment she had just been subjected to. He knew in that moment that she would be a force to be reckoned with, someone he could perhaps respect even if she did come from the colonies, even if she were a breeder.

  “I trust you managed everything?” the doctor asked the nurse with the strap as she glanced at the fresh marks on Rowan’s backside.

  “As usual.”

  The doctor nodded then turned to Rowan. “Bend over and touch your toes. You’ll be strapped again if I need to hold you down, understand?”

  Rowan nodded and did as she was told, not giving the woman the required ‘yes, ma’am’ Silas thought she must have expected.

  The doctor raised her eyebrows but that was all. For a moment, Silas feared for the girl’s little bottom. The one with the strap would not go easy on her.

  Both doctors went to stand behind Rowan, both donning fresh gloves. A nurse brought over the lubricant. Dr. Nelson took a generous portion and began to slather it around Rowan’s bottom hole. “The anal passage is mostly used for punishment but some breeders find arousal when stimulated here and, as the greater the arousal the greater the chance for conception, we need to test her. Go ahead.”

  Silas watched the change in Rowan’s body as soon as her bottom hole was penetrated. He swallowed hard as he watched the two women working behind the pretty girl, his cock hardening at the spectacle. As one probed, the other tested the slickness of the vagina.

  “Add a second finger,” she said. “She’s practically leaking onto her thighs.”

  “Should we stimulate her clitoris?” Dr. Nelson asked.

  “No, not yet. She’s ultimately aroused right now, look at her,” she said. “Nurse, lift the breeder’s head, I want to see her face, her eyes.”

  When Rowan’s head was lifted, Silas saw that her lips had parted and her eyes had gone black again. He saw her throat work as she swallowed.

  “Add a third finger and then begin clitoral and vaginal stimulation.”

  “Oh,” Rowan mouthed and within moments, her knees bent and she was unable to stand on her own as she came again, all the while, the doctors discussing how the walls of her anus as well as her vagina clamped down around the doctor’s fingers and how they would milk the cock of all its seed. When it was over, a nurse was instructed to clean her as the doctors removed their gloves, washed their hands, and discussed their findings.

  Commander Norrin smiled and switched on the intercom. “And doctors?”

  “She’s ready to be bred, commander.”

  “Good. Take her back to her cell. Ready her to leave the colony within the hour.”

  The face Rowan turned to him then was one of pure panic if not outright terror. “No,” she said, the sound as if she didn’t realize she spoke the word herself.

  Commander Norrin simply smiled and switched off the intercom. Silas watched Rowan’s face before the guards were called to restrain her just as Norrin closed the curtains between the two rooms.

  Chapter Three

  Rowan’s wrists and ankles were bound once more and she was led through the door and into the corridor where Captain Amro came for her, a look of pure hate on his face.

  “I will take her to her cell,” he told the guards, his eyes on her the entire time. “You’re both dismissed.”

  Without hesitation, the guards handed her off to the captain who took her arm, his grip even rougher than the others’ had been. Bound as she was, she struggled to keep up with him as he led her naked to a cell two floors up. The cells were individual rooms large enough to fit a narrow mattress and a toilet, without windows and with heavy steel doors. Once inside, Captain Amro locked th
e door behind them, pocketed his key, and turned to face her. Rowan meanwhile had backed up to the farthest corner of the room.

  “What do you want?” she asked. This was not protocol and the look in his eyes only betrayed the evil he would do to her.

  The captain’s gaze traveled the length of her body and Rowan lifted her bound wrists up to cover herself. He then rubbed his hand over the crotch of his pants, calling Rowan’s attention to it as he unbuttoned them.

  “On your knees, breeder,” he said.

  “You cannot. It’s not allowed.”

  “I don’t see anyone here who is going to stop me, do you?” he asked with a wicked grin, releasing his cock. “We’ll start with a good old face fucking before I take your virginity. That brute you’re being given to will tear through it. Think of this gesture as a gift,” he said, stroking his narrow length. “Knees,” he repeated, stepping closer.

  “Please don’t,” she begged. “Please.”

  “Whore,” he muttered. He stepped forward and, with a handful of hair, pushed her to her knees and pulled her head forward toward his crotch.

  Rowan tried to turn her face, the stench of him too revolting to bear. No savage could be worse than this beast of a man. She heard the key in the door just as he must have because he pulled her head backward, but not soon enough. When the heavy steel door was pushed open, Silas’ large form filled the doorway and she just glimpsed Commander Norrin and the guards behind him before Silas took one look at her, another at Captain Amro with his pants down, his hand still gripping her hair painfully, and charged him. When the captain released, her, she fell backward and watched Silas shove him into the wall by his neck.

  “She is mine!” he said, his voice a low, deep threat.