by Jaye Peaches
A tremendous wave of shivers echoed over her belly and down her thighs. She screwed her eyes shut, battling the awful sensation of lust that he’d swiftly awakened. Why couldn’t she control herself? It was horrible being so vulnerable and used. A stab of pain rocketed through her clitoris and she cried out, wriggling her bottom frantically. The clamp fell off and clattered on to the floor.
She whipped away her arms, blinked in the bright glow of the overhead lights, and screamed. “I won’t let you do it. Get off me! You’re only doing this because I’m female.”
“Nonsense,” said Dr. Han. “I’ve examined countless males. The erect penis is equally fascinating in different species—”
Dr. Curzon folded his arms and interrupted his colleague. “Prisoner sixty-two, do you refuse to submit to your examination?”
“Yes,” she snapped.
“The punishment for refusing to comply is a swift, hard spanking. Since your bottom is already available, I shall commence your spanking immediately. Dr. Han, if you would step aside, there is no reason for you to be involved in this. It is a matter I can deal with on my own.”
Freya lost all ability to speak. She watched as the two medics switched places, leaving Dr. Curzon by her upturned rear. “A few hard swats will remind you of your place.” He raised his hand and swept it backward.
She tried to shift up the table, but the leg cuffs pinned her down. The smack echoed across the room. The sting of his hand was immediate. He’d struck her left buttock, at the meeting point of ass and thigh, and exactly where she sat.
“Ow!” she shouted.
Another slap on the other cheek and she thumped the sides of the table with her fists before grasping the edges with her fingers.
He continued to sweep his hand back and forth, while throughout the spanking, Dr. Han looked on, observing her reaction. The heat built, the soreness too, but it was the shame that gnawed at her. Far from feeling obedient, the spanking enraged her further, bringing out her stubborn streak.
“Will you do as you’re told?” Dr. Curzon asked.
“No,” she hurtled back at him with venom. What use was it to argue with them? She expected pain. Somewhere along the line from the moment she’d been arrested, she assumed there would be pain and here it was, and she was determined to take it. Except her ass was blazing and it hurt like crazy.
The medic frowned. “I will continue to spank you until I have your cooperation.”
“Never. Get off me, you bastard.” She swung her bottom from side to side, trying to avoid his hand.
The door opened and in strode a familiar, if unexpected figure. Dr. Curzon lowered his hand and straightened his back. “Who are you?”
* * *
Marco explored the corridors, familiarizing himself with the layout of the reception center. The transporter he had arrived on had brought in a fresh stock of soldiers for guard duties. In a few days, the next consignment was due: a motley collection of prisoners from a rogue planet that continued to resist the Vendu. The shipment was expected to be significant. There was much to do in preparation.
Having discussed the issues with reception manager, who’d snapped his heels at the end of every sentence, Marco had decided to visit the medics. Two were currently on duty, including Dr. Han, a visiting physician sent by a high-ranking official on Vendu’s home world—Halos. An ageing planet Marcus had never visited, since he’d been born on another one of Vendu’s colonies. His father, now deceased, had been a general and his elegant mother was the daughter of a distant relative of the emperor himself. He’d had a varied upbringing involving much travel and little opportunity to form a lasting relationship with a female companion. Each assignment to a distant colony had brought him new knowledge, a new bedfellow, but no stability or sense of purpose in life until his latest promotion. His new position would no longer involve disciplining wayward Vendus sentenced to swift and often brutal punishments, but aliens. A concept he was anticipating he would find challenging and possibly enjoyable, given the powers he’d been awarded.
He turned a corner and the muffled voice shouted out, “Never, get off me, you bastard.”
A woman’s voice and somewhat distressed. The guard outside the nearby exam room saluted and jerked his thumb over his shoulder and smirked. “She’s having her ass whooped.”
Marco frowned and the guard wiped the grin off his face.
“Go,” Marco growled before opening the door.
She lay naked on the table with her pussy exposed and her legs splayed wide and bound in place. A medic was standing between her legs with his hand raised in mid-spank.
“Who are you?” asked the doctor.
“What’s going on here?” Marco demanded. Her ass with its spread cheeks was glowing red and showed a smattering of handprints.
The doctor eyed him, examining the badge on his lapels. “Governor Marco?” he stuttered and folded his arm behind his back.
“Yes,” Marco snapped back. “I asked a question.”
“I’m Dr. Curzon. This is my colleague Dr. Han of the AHD.” He pointed to the medic holding the clamp. “She is the Earthling.”
She lifted her head and two angry eyes rimmed with unshed tears peeped out. Her lower lip was trembling and she clenched the side of the table with whitened knuckles. It was the girl on the transporter—Freya. The spy. He stepped nearer, availing himself of the view between her thighs. He was unable to take his eyes of the flushed folds around her pussy entrance. They glistened with her nectar and he sniffed. The smell of her dainty musk was intoxicating, almost irresistible. Like most Vendu on Earth, he’d had no contact with Earthlings in the flesh. Nobody questioned why; it was the law and he obeyed the law. However, the Vendu’s data retrieval bots had intercepted images showing humans to be adept at sex and quite adventurous too. He’d not watched many. Just enough to understand what he saw between her legs was undeniable lust.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“She has a fascinating external clitoris,” said Dr. Han, who held a clamp in his hand. “We’re going to stimulate it and induce an intense orgasm. We wish to further our understanding of this Earthling’s physiology. Her sexual abilities. However, she has refused to cooperate and Dr. Curzon has been spanking her.”
“You were going to stimulate her with that?” Marco grimaced. The clamp wasn’t delicate and if placed on her tiny nub would no doubt cause a degree of discomfort. Her clitoris was small, but unlike the Vendu females, it was visible. In his pants, his cock twitched, aching to be freed. The sight of a bound woman with a red bottom and dripping pussy was tantamount to torture for his libido. He breathed deeply and concentrated on keeping his penis out of sight. What the hell had she done to him?
“Please,” she pleaded. “I’ve asked them to leave me alone.”
Her face was flushed bright pink and her nipples stood up erect. Everything about her shouted the opposite to what she was saying. “Don’t you want to orgasm?” he queried, bemused by her quandary. “It won’t harm you.”
She batted her eyelids and her mouth open and shut several times. “But… this isn’t right. I haven’t agreed to this exam.”
“You’ve been spanked and you’re ashamed, obviously.” He walked around to stand by her head and with the tip of his finger, brushed aside a loose strand of hair from her face. “I can see you are conflicted.”
“You’re the governor of this colony?” she asked, raising her head.
He nodded. His new promotion gave him power over everyone at Tagra. Well, almost everyone. He shot a glance at Dr. Han, who remained ready to strike with his clamp.
“Then you can tell them to stop.” She reached out and touched his sleeve.
“It’s not that simple. I don’t have jurisdiction over Dr. Han. He has special dispensation to conduct studies on aliens. You must comply, I’m afraid, or else you will be handed over to me for punishment.”
“Punishment!” She stiffened and dropped her hand.
“I will hav
e you spanked even harder and with something more than a hand. Spanking is common here and it is how prisoners are disciplined on Tagra. Even the prisoners discipline each other with the whip or rod. It prevents the breakdown of law and order. Now, let the doctor finish his examination and it will be done.” He nodded to the medic.
“No, please. Not that clamp. It will hurt. I’m so tender and sensitive. How can you possibly know what that thing will do to me if you’ve never encountered my physiology before?” She captured his sleeve again and tugged on it. “Please. There has to be another way.”
Marco licked his lips. Her soulful eyes called out to him. He’d not seen eyes like them—light and translucent, they glimmered under the lights. Every morsel of her curvaceous body had awakened him. That he had spent years hunting for a suitable companion and it was a prisoner who ignited his yearnings, not his own kind, was ironic. He would have to resist. She would never survive the demands he’d place upon her. Vendu women were bred to accommodate their men. An Earthling was not.
“You want her to orgasm?” he asked the medic. “Does it matter how she is stimulated?”
“No. I suppose not. What do you have in mind?”
“How will you make your measurements?”
“The best approach is to insert probes into her vagina and anus, then force her clitoris to achieve a climax. That is our preferred method. It works on most prisoners. However, she is different.” Dr. Han shrugged. “It is harmless. We hadn’t anticipated she would make such an issue. She’s been in stasis for weeks and probably needs the release,” he smirked.
“As you stated, she’s different,” Marco noted. “Perhaps she doesn’t have the need for relief. We, the Vendu, require regular sex. Humans, from what I’ve read, are… choosy.”
She muttered. “Damn right.”
Marco desperately wanted to touch her. To feel the wetness that leaked out of her pussy and stroked her clitoris. To be the first Vendu to induce an orgasm in an Earthling was an honorable accolade. He’d watched those strange images, seen how Earth men used their hands and mouth to excite their women. With Vendu women a hard fuck was always necessary to bring a woman to a climax. He cleared his throat. “I’ll do it. If you don’t mind?” he spoke to the medics, but at the same time, he reached down and squeezed her hand.
Dr. Han and Dr. Curzon glanced at each other, then both shrugged in unison. “As you wish,” said Dr. Han and he dropped the clamp on a nearby tray. “I can insert the probes—”
“No, I’ll do that,” said Marco. To feel them slip into her tight holes and imagine it was his thick cock in their place—it was an opportunity he couldn’t miss. After today, she would disappear into the vast penal colony and he would have to try hard to forget her. This was his chance. Perhaps, deep down, he wanted to show her a kindness. He’d not given love much thought; however, kindness he could manage.
Dr. Curzon handed him the lubricated vaginal probe. It was long, but relatively slender. “You do know how to use this?” the doctor murmured into his ear.
Marco glared back. What a stupid question. “Naturally,” he said through gritted teeth while squirting a generous amount of lubricant on the probe. “I won’t need gloves either,” he said when Dr. Curzon held out a pair. “Now step back and let me make her comfortable.”
“Ready, Freya?” he asked, leaning over her. “Try to relax.”
“Easy for you to say,” she replied. She inhaled deeply—he saw her ribs rise and her nipples crest on the wave of a long exhale.
“Good.” He pressed the smooth end of the dildo against her pussy and the soft lips spread, opening up as he slid the metallic probe into her channel. She gasped, her mouth gaping open, and closed her eyes.
With the sheen of the metal disappearing inside her, he delved deeper and drove the dildo into her wetness as if it was his thrusting cock. Then he stilled his hand, resisting the temptation to fuck her with the probe. She was vulnerable and at his mercy, but he wanted her to trust him and not fear what he might do to her. “Well done. Now, I’m going to touch your clitoris and at the same time insert the probe into your back passage.”
“Oh, please be gentle,” she moaned, twisting against the restraints.
“I’m not punishing you, Freya,” he reminded her. “This is not about pain. I want you to impress these medics with your orgasm. Show them what an Earthling can do.”
He smothered the small plug with lube. The base of it was fitted with a wide stopper to prevent her tight muscles sucking it in too deep. Otherwise, it was as thick as two thumbs and the length of his middle finger. He stroked her puckered hole with the tip and in response, her little entrance flexed. She wanted this. He could see the battle inside her. With his other hand, he stroked her clitoris and it swelled at the merest touch of his thumb. As he made circular movements, it peaked out of its protective hood. Behind him, Dr. Han murmured his approval. Round and round, Marco rubbed, moving his hand faster, while below, he pressed the plug against her bottom hole.
With a soft cry, she gave in and the plug slid in rapidly, far quicker than he anticipated. She jerked and her eyes sprang open.
“Now, Freya. I want you to come strong and hard. For as long as you can manage. Because, I’m going to feel you come with my mouth.” Unable to resist the tempting sight before him, he crouched between her legs and opened his mouth to envelop her clitoris.
“No, no!” she screeched.
Marco paused, on the cusp of kissing her nub. “Freya. Do you want me to stop and let these medics loose on you?”
He guessed the answer before she gave it.
* * *
Let those doctors touch her? Never.
The governor’s appearance had mortified Freya. The man she’d met on the flight, whose dark eyes and steely voice had charmed her out of her shell, was now poised to lick her clitoris into an orgasm. She shouted no, when she meant something quite different. If it weren’t for the presence of the doctors she would have invited this amazing looking man to do more to her. She found him intriguing, physically attractive, and downright bossy. And he was right; she would show them how she could orgasm. How she could make it last. Even with her limited experience of sex, she could do this. Her pride had won out over her shame.
He tickled her with his tongue and she was close to exploding. The butt plug, which she never imagined she could tolerate, had filled her. The sense of weight down there was immense and the tip of the probe knocked at her cervix, almost painfully, but not so she wished it was gone.
When her eyes involuntarily sprang open, she spied Dr. Curzon concentrating on the screens that displayed spikes and troughs as her body excited the probes. Her electricity was real and visible. She was hot and alive, and close to an incredible climax. Dr. Han, on the other hand, couldn’t stop watching her wriggle and struggle with her restraints. She fisted her hair into her hands and tugged on the locks. The governor, Marco, the man who ruled the colony, was flicking his tongue around her clitoris. The fluttering sensation was divine and she clenched the probe in her pussy, producing another spike on the screen.
The soft line of his lips captured her whole clitoris and he sucked it hard, in and out, using a mesmerizing rhythm.
“Oh, fuck!” That was close, too close and she nearly came. Why she wanted to hold off, to make it more powerful than ever, had to do with his ability to keep her on the edge. This man, whoever he was, this Vendu warrior, was no stranger to keeping a woman going. He might never have touched a clit like hers, but he had some insight into how to tame it and make it his.
“I’m coming,” she panted. “Oh, please, please…” What? She’d no idea what she wanted.
He kissed her clit hard before calling out, “Come. Freya. Now.” He pecked her between each word, then as she responded, releasing her pent-up emotions, he fluttered his tongue once again.
Her leg muscles cramped, especially the bound calves. She screamed loudly, almost ridiculously and bucked her bottom up and down on the edge of the table
. Marco rose, defeated by her wriggling and instead of tormenting her with his tongue, he chose to use the vast expanse of his palm to rub her mound just above her clitoris. The technique was overwhelming. She couldn’t stop coming.
“Yes,” he growled. “Keep it going.”
She arched her back and shoved her bottom down. Marco leaned over her and sucked on her nipples, keeping her orgasm in play, never letting it die down.
Then, she collapsed. Exhausted by the intense release and the long spell in hibernation, which had left her easily weakened, she lost control of her emotions and wept. She pressed her hands to her tear-streaked face, barely aware of the probes being removed or Marco insisting the restraints be loosened. He lowered her legs and lifted her into a sitting position. She sobbed as her face crushed against his shirt, drenching it in tears.
“Is this normal?” Dr. Han stuttered in the background. “I’ve no mention of crying in the medical articles I read. Perhaps, we’ve not understood Earthlings—”
“Sh,” Marco said. He stroked her back. “What do you expect? She’s here as a prisoner, alone and isolated, and she’s just had an intense sexual release with strangers watching and you expect her to leap around with joy?”
“Well, yes, to be frank,” Dr. Han scratched the thin layer of hairs on his head.
Freya sniffed and lifted her head. “I’m okay. Thank you. You’re right. It’s all a bit much. But,” she lowered her voice, not wanting the other two men to hear, “you did that really well. Like you knew what to do.”
The governor eased her away from him. He looked a little awkward as he brushed her tears off his shirt. “It was better than the clamp then?”
She smiled. The first real happy smile since her capture back on Earth. “Yes.”
