Page 5 of Taken and Mated


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Instead of the electric jolt of the stunner on her back, where she expected it, she felt the stick against her inner thigh, and her eyes flew open to see that the guard had the stick right against her inner leg, very close to her most intimate parts. She started to make a noise, when a small, only somewhat painful jolt of electricity seized her inner thigh and cut her breath short.

The doctor extended his hand to cut off the stun.

He put his hand out again, taking her by the chin.

“Now,” he told her. “That was a warning, a very light touch. Do you want to feel it for real?”

Lana forgot her desire to hide her ability to speak, because the sensation traveling around her thigh had rendered her speechless. She stared at the thick, big stick between her legs, and then looked up pleadingly at the doctor.

“Okay,” she said. “Okay, no.”

The doctor tilted her chin even more. “That’s very good. That’s progress. Now what do we say when we get something we want?”

Lana was drawing a blank, still shocked by the sensation between her legs, which hadhurt, hadn’t it? And yet she found herself tingling with the same longing she had felt while being spanked.

She furrowed her brow as the doctor continued to look at her, and she realized she could not remember what he had asked her.

The doctor’s eyes darkened and Lana sensed she had better come up with something quickly.

“I don’t,” she breathed. “I just don’t know...”

He appeared even darker, and so she grasped at straws. “Yes, sir?”

The doctor’s face quickly turned to amused again. He cocked his head slightly, and then seemed to take her word for it. “We say ‘thank you,’ Katalana. Say that now.”

Lana felt a wave of humiliation, but the sting of the stunner was still fresh in her mind, so she swallowed her pride. “Thank you,” she croaked.

“Thank you, sir,” the doctor told her, his finger still under her chin.

Lana dropped her eyes. “Thank you, sir.”

There was a silence, and she sensed his displeasure, so she looked up at him.

“That will do for now,” he said, swiping his finger out from under her chin. “But as time goes on you will need to improve your obedience. When you thank your superiors, and later your mate, eye contact is critical, because it shows your complete submission.”

He looked at her for a moment. “You will have a very long and painful stay here at the Training Center if you do not heed my advice. Now,” he continued, before Lana could object or ask what he meant by that, “you will show me your obedience by getting on this examination table on your hands and knees.”

Lana’s eyes narrowed, but the ghosts of the spanking and the electric jolt on her inner thigh reminded her to control her temper.

“Now,” the doctor ordered impatiently. “You will stand. Remove your clothes. And get on the table.”

Lana’s heart felt as though someone were stepping on it, and her stomach lurched uncontrollably between nerves and vaguely aroused flutters.

She felt the tight pull of the magnetic restraint on her arms click suddenly to neutral. She had not even realized, with all that she was processing, that her hands had been reconnected to the table when she had sat up.

Her legs were also freed. The heavy weight of the bands was still there, threatening at any moment to become the forceful magnetic pull that bound her earlier, but for a moment she was released from their bond.

“Stand,” the doctor repeated.

Shakily, Lana rose to her feet. She had the briefest flash of escape, but when she looked at the Pratean guards, she dismissed it. The magnetic bonds would have to be removed anyway. She didn’t know how they worked, but they were impossible to fight against.

“Disrobe,” the doctor said.

Lana instinctively pulled her arms close to her body and started to shake her head. “Not while... not while... not while they’re here,” she insisted nervously.

“I will not repeat myself,” the doctor said, his impatience mounting in his voice. “Disrobe.”

Lana could see by his steely glare that he meant business. She relented, shakily pulling at the laces of her tunic, then her leggings, all while the stares of the guards and the doctor penetrated her mind and made her want to cry with further humiliation.