She took a breath, resigned to do as requested, but before she could get the words out, her bottom was stinging again with another sharp smack.
“No! No! No! I will... yes, sir. Yes, sir! Please!”
Four more sharp slaps rained on her hot, stinging skin. She strained against the shackles that held her and then collapsed on the table, sobbing, until they stopped.
“Let’s try again,” the voice began.
“Yes, sir,” Lana replied quickly, because her bottom, while almost numb from the spanking she’d received, was growing hot and needled, and she could not imagine intensifying that pain any more. “Please,” she breathed. “Please, sir. Yes. I will be obedient. Sir. Please.”
The pain that was burning across her cheeks was nothing compared to the wave of humiliation that washed through her as she groveled with those submissive words.
She felt her pussy throb with a sensation unlike any other she had ever felt, and it only added to her supreme humiliation that she felt it growwetter.
The voice was very close, and she felt the heat of a human hand caressing her bottom, adding to the warmth, stimulating the stinging pain and at the same time caressing it to a disturbing new and different heat. “Very good. This is how things work. Behave, and address your superiors properly. If you do not, you will be punished.”
There was a pause, as his hand caressed her bottom and brought her skin to a half-pleasurable boil. “Obedience, however, can be very rewarding.”
Shame swelled up inside of her as Lana mumbled, “Yes, sir.” Her nose was running and her lips were wet with saliva. Her bottom burned. Worst of all, though, her legs quivered as her insides throbbed with stimulation.
The shackles, utterly immovable until that moment, released suddenly, and her body collapsed on the table. She felt someone tug at her blindfold, and light peered around the corners of her eyes.
For a moment, she was too ashamed to move.
“Sit up,” the voice said sternly.
Lana’s cheeks were hot as she rose, awkwardly, to a sitting position. Her leggings and tunic were still flipped down and up, respectively. But when she reached for the material the voice cut in, “Leave them.”
She paused, considering her options to disobey, but with her bottom stinging so fiercely, she let her hands drop to her sides in resignation. She opened her eyes.
The bright light stung her for a few moments, and she wanted to rub her wet eyes, but did not dare move her hands. She sat, hunched, trying to make herself smaller, and looked around, keeping her head hanging low.
The room was all white, spotless—the kind of thing she had never seen in her life in the dust-coated Extremes, where illegals like herself lived. She sniffed.
To her left was the guard, looking exactly as she had imagined him: enormous, the curvature of his muscles straining against his scaly black armor. A smaller man, also black-clad, but without the armor or face mask of a guard, stood erect to her right.
For a moment there was silence. Finally, Lana lifted her hand to wipe her face.
The silence continued, and so she plunged forward, if only to break the humiliation. “Sir,” she began, “please. I think there’s been a—”
“There has been no mistake,” the man interrupted abruptly. “You have no documentation, no license, no proof of testing, and you are a human female living on Vipheon in the Extremes. You have been confiscated and are now the property of the Imperial Guard. You have been identified as an Atrix and will submit to examination and training, to be utilized in the breeding program of the Imperial Realm. Noncompliance will be punished severely.”
There was a brief pause, as Lana stared openly at the man, who appeared to be a high-ranking officer of some kind. He had pronounced one damning sentence after another, and she objected to every one of them, but did not know where to start.
Before she could articulate so much as a sound, however, he lifted his arm and looked at his wrist transponder. “The doctor is arriving.”
