She stood, shivering slightly, while the guards and the doctor appraised her again.
“On the table,” the doctor ordered. “We will begin the examination.”
Lana looked uncertainly at the table, but the huff of one of the Pratean guards motivated her to climb onto it, trying to hide as much of herself as possible.
But she was no sooner on the table when the magnetic cuffs were activated again. Her wrists shot forward to slam into two steel rods that were rising slowly from the front of table next to her arms. Her legs shot apart, spreading open at the ankles.
The Imperial Guard, who she had all but forgotten about, moved close to her. She nearly winced, expecting his heavy-handed spanking again. Instead, he slipped a cool piece of metal under her throat, and it snapped into place, snug but not tight, around her neck.
The collar clicked, then her neck was pulled gently upward by a gentle magnetic tug, and she sensed it as the collar clicked against something that hovered above her.
Instinctively, feeling helpless, she started to struggle again. Only her elbows and knees were free, and with them she could only move a few inches out or in. Her struggling was to no avail; she was immobilized with her legs spread slightly apart, her arms against two cool metal rods running vertically from the surface of the table to just below her shoulder, and her neck was pulled up like the collar of a dog. She was forced to arch her back and thrust her ass upward in order to ease the pressure against the back of her neck. The position was submissive and feral, and she burned with shame imagining how it must look to the Pratean guards.
But worse than that, when she scanned the room with her wildly searching eyes, she could see the walls slowly changing color, dissolving from opaque white to clear glass.
And behind the glass, most interested indeed, were dozens of males, seated in rows as though it were a theater. They were all large and imposing, dressed in a variety of Imperial uniforms. Some were aliens, some were human.
All were looking at her, spread-eagle and naked, on the doctor’s table.
As she fought against the restraints and realized that she was utterly incapacitated, tears began to well up in her eyes. She had missed her chance! And what on Vipheon was going on here? She was not going have these menwatchingwhile this doctor did... whatever he was about to do to her.
“Bring me my instruments,” the doctor ordered the Imperial Guard. The Prateans seemed to take this for a cue to return to standing by the door.
“The human is a very recent acquisition, a surprise finding,” the doctor announced loudly, and it took Lana a moment to realize that he was speaking to the viewers on the other side of the glass. “She has not been groomed yet, but we will proceed with the examination so that she can be incorporated into the current training cycle.”
He moved around her, squeezing her arms, then tracing his fingers down her spine. The Imperial Guard brought a tray to the head of the table. By straining her eyes, Lana could make out a variety of metallic instruments, like none she had ever seen before. One looked like a male phallus but made of interlocking plates. She realized that the plates could spread open, like a speculum.
Another phallic instrument was more shallow, but of similar design. There were also spindly, straw-like metallic tubes, a very large rubbery item, a long hose, and vessels of various shapes and sizes. Some of the instruments were so convoluted in shape and size that she could not imagine their use, though in the back of her mind she had begun to suspect that all of them would be very humiliating.
The doctor’s hands snapped her out of her reverie about the instruments, as he moved them over the stinging skin of her bare bottom. “As you can see by her coloring, the girl is almost certainly an Atrix, though tests will confirm this shortly.”
Lana wanted desperately to scream, “What the hell are you talking about?”, but the doctor’s hands pulled on her buttocks at that exact moment and she felt his finger on her most private hole. She felt herself instantly pucker, but the contraction of her hole was the only reaction she could have, and it did not get her very far away from his probing fingers.
He massaged her hole for a moment as she gasped and then stared vacantly ahead, her vision blurring with tears of humiliation.
“There is no evidence of penetration of the anus,” the doctor said loudly, and Lana’s face grew hot with fresh humiliation.
The doctor’s fingers moved downward to her pussy, where they stopped. He paused to hold his hand up and rub his fingers together. “Most interesting,” he stated. “The female responds with arousal to punishment.”
Lana’s face stung with so much heat that she thought she must be beet red, which only humiliated her further.
The doctor continued touching her, pulling her apart, and her treacherous body responded against the grain of her fury and humiliation by throbbing with the same ache that had curiously occurred during her spanking.
“Very positively,” the doctor murmured. “She is a promising specimen.”
He probed her some more, spreading her lips open, swabbing a finger over her clitoris and making her shudder with reprehensible delight.
“She responds properly to sexual stimulation as well, and appears to be intact,” the doctor noted. He pulled the table toward himself, out of Lana’s view. “I will begin the measurements now.”
Lana strained her eyes so much that they hurt trying to see what the doctor was doing but could only hear the squirt of a bottle of some kind. The next sensation was of very cold, wet metal against her bottom.
She pushed her hips forward and away from the metal, but as before, there was not much room to maneuver in her restraints. She heard herself speaking. “Wait, no, what are you—”
The doctor placed a hand on her rear and pulled her back into place. “Hold still, or I will have you punished again.”
The eyes of the Pratean who had stunned her already gleamed with anticipation.
“She is in need of discipline and training,” the doctor informed the audience, as the metal pressed against her anus again and she fought her instinct to buck him. “But these are not insurmountable defects...” His voice trailed off as the cool metal pushed sharply against her anus, spread it open with a stinging bite, and then began to slide inside of her.
