“You don’t need to—”
A sharp slap to her breast made her fall silent, her mouth going dry. The sting lingered and soaked into her consciousness. Defiance would not be borne.
The doctor studied her for a moment before moving down to her legs. He clamped each ankle in a padded metal cuff. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.
“She’s full of sass, but able to control herself when corrected,” the physician said. He pushed the leg rests apart.
She gasped, finding herself suddenly fully spread. She could feel that even her lower lips had opened like a small bloom.
The physician left her completely exposed, returning to her side. He squeezed each breast and pinched her nipples.
“A lovely medium size, young and pert with a nice natural slope. Should dangle and fill the hands when she’s on her knees being fucked from behind.”
Dead realms, she thought wildly, flushing with shame. Was this the way men thought of her when they looked so intently at her body? Did they contemplate the way she might look while they had relations with her?
This pair of men didn’t have to guess what she looked like under her clothes. They—
The physician pinched her nipple harder, so hard she winced. The sharp sensation radiated downward to her pussy, making it warm even further.
The physician smiled at her. “Hurts, but also feels lovely? Good girl.”
She swallowed and shook her head.
His smile widened. “We’ll see.” He slapped the undersurface of each breast lightly, a small taunt. It made her want to spit fire, but also to arch her back.
He moved around the table to a place between her legs. She stared at the ceiling, swearing she would not react to anything else that was done. She would be as still as a stone sculpture.
Cool fingertips retracted her lower lips. Completely unnecessary as they’d already been as open as flower petals. The man went too far!
“Glistening with moisture. A better indicator than any other of her potential. And this pouty little bud is standing at attention. Let’s reward it,” he said in a husky voice. A fingertip gathered some fluid from her opening and swirled it around the little bump that always set her on fire.
“No! Not there,” she said, trying to move up the table. The attempt at escape was useless. She was very neatly trapped by the bindings.
Master A moved next to her, glancing at her face. “You’d do well to keep that pretty mouth closed. Your body doesn’t belong to you.”
“Yes, but I’m not owned yet. This is just—going too far!”
His big paw covered her mouth, effectively silencing her.
The doctor’s clever fingers continued to stimulate her, sending spirals of pleasure through her. She struggled, but her desire to escape was quickly fading.
“Thrust some fingers into her. Let’s see how tight she is and how hard she contracts when she comes.”
“I’d love to, but it should be reserved.”
Master A looked first at the physician, then down at her face. “A confirmed virgin?”
“Yes,” the doctor said.
“Awfully pretty to still be completely innocent. Were you a little tease, Laydair?”
The doctor chuckled. “That’s certain. Look at the way her hips move. Anyone who kissed or touched her had to sense how much she wanted her tight tunnel plundered by a ruddy cock.”
Brande whimpered. She’d never moved this way outside the privacy of her own bedroom. They were manipulating her.
“We could break her in,” the doctor said, leaning forward and grazing his tongue over her pussy, right at the barrier to her opening.
She groaned.
