“Most races speak more plainly because that’s the way slave owners speak to and about their slaves or servants. But of their own women, the elite use talk that’s gentler and prettier,” Roll said, slowly separating her lower folds.
The talk of slavery turned Tok’s expression back to stone.
“That’s enough,” she said, trying to pull away from Roll’s examining fingers.
“Be still or you’ll be pinned in place,” Tok warned.
“You said this was normal. Do you allow yourself to be probed?”
“I have, though not during medical exams.”
Her brows shot up. “I don’t understand. How else?”
“A virgin, Roll?”
“Yes, but a promising one. Pussy’s well lubricated and she hasn’t even been touched beyond the spanking.”
Tok’s eyes were such a dark brown they were nearly black. His gaze settled on her face. “Do you dream about being with men?”
“No!” she lied.
“Women?”
“No! I don’t dream about anything carnal.”
Tok rolled his eyes. “Do you ever tell the truth about anything? Don’t bother to answer. You’ll lie. It’s obviously a compulsion.”
“It is not!” She’d fairly shouted at him, but she was getting overwrought. Roll was waving a diagnostic wand over her body and gently touching her in places he should not have touched.
She grabbed his hand and pushed it away from her mouth as he tried to insert a small wafer into it.
“It’s just a film paper that melts. It tests for six kinds of illnesses.”
Tok’s big hands grabbed her wrists and pulled them over her head. Her breasts rose and heaved when she took a breath. Both men’s gazes fixed on them for several long moments.
“Tempting,” Roll said.
“Open your mouth for that test strip,” Tok said.
She was tempted to defy him, but she thought better of it. She opened her mouth and allowed the bland film to melt on her tongue.
Roll checked the wand. “Clean and healthy.”
“What about chemicals or internal devices to prevent breeding?” Tok asked.
“No, she’s toxin-free, and the womb hasn’t been tampered with.”
She stared at Tok, horrified. “You can’t!” she said, tears stinging her eyes. “You won’t force me to—”
“Calm down. There’s been no discussion about breeding you.” Tok took her shoulders and lifted her to a sitting position. “I asked because some of the chemicals and devices interfere with pleasure. Yours, not ours.”
“Why would you care about that?” she asked.
“We’re against things that dampen or prevent a woman from enjoying sexual stimulation,” Roll said. “Canypscans are against it and so am I.”
“Why?” she asked, surprised. She’d heard so many times that a man’s pleasure was necessary for intercourse and procreation—essential in fact—but that women of high standard should avoid becoming aroused or following any base urges. “It’s considered unseemly.”
“So say your highborn men. They want you to deny the dictates of your body so you won’t be tempted to engage in sex with partners of your own choosing. They want you pure for the highest bidder. That’s not our way,” Tok said.
