“And now,” the doctor announced, “I will examine her cunt.”
This time there was no instrument used at the beginning, only his probing fingers. He picked up a shallow speculum-like item but did not insert it into her. He placed it on her pussy and pushed open her lips, fastening the item to her with straps over her hips.
The table she was on began to rotate, and her face grew even hotter as she realized that she was on display with her genitals spread and pinned, for the crowd of men behind the glass. “As you can see,” the doctor said loudly, as he ran a gloved finger along her inner lips, “she is intact and quite aroused. This shows great promise for the program.”
He left her on display this way as he entered something into a computerized tablet on the table. “She is confirmed to be an Atrix by DNA sample,” he said, a note of awe in his voice. “A fine specimen. I will now estimate her vaginal capacity and then the viewing will proceed before bidding.”
“What?” Lana spat.
“Gag her,” the doctor told the Imperial Guard, without missing a beat.
“No, I—you can’t—”
But the ball gag was already in her mouth, and the guard was securing it in place before she could say anything else.
At the same time, she felt another thin piece of metal entering her pussy. Slender and cool, it traveled through her body, delicately massaging places she had never felt before, until she felt a cramping similar to the probing of her anus. Once the cramping began, however, the device was quickly withdrawn.
“I assure you this disobedience will be trained out of her,” the doctor said calmly as he inserted the object. “She arrived only one hour ago and had not had a proper orientation to the program. For now we will silence her and keep her restrained for inspection... my, my. She also has full capacity for all Realm soldiers here.”
He set his instrument down. “An intact, virgin Atrix,” he said loudly, “compatible with all Realm soldiers and aroused by obedience training. Please feel free to inspect the Atrix now, but remember there is to be no penetration. Training is guaranteed, of course, or bids are refunded. Bidding will commence at System Three Hour Twenty-Nine.”
The doctor’s rubber gloves snapped as he removed them, and, leaving Lana restrained as she was, he exited the room without saying anything more to her.
There was a quiet moment in the room. The guards remained stationed where they were, but because they were behind her and to her left, Lana almost forgot they were there. The silence was awkward, and she was propped in the humiliating position of the medical examination.
As the silence continued, she attempted yet again to lift her arms or her ankles, or dislodge her collar from the object it was connected to. But the magnetic restraints were as solid as if they were fused to the table and rods, and she could do no more than wriggle her bottom up and down, which was humiliating in and of itself. She certainly wouldn’t want any of these men assuming she was presenting herself to them.
If she tried to position her bottom in a less provocative display, her back began to ache immediately. There was no choice, other than intense discomfort, but to thrust her bottom up with a curved back, as though she desired to have her genitals on display for all.
The doctor reappeared in the doorway and stepped to the side. Behind him, the roomful of soldiers and other male officials moved like a wave through the door.
Headed straight toward her.
The men approached her. Some were aliens, many were speaking in foreign tongues that clicked unintelligibly and were spat out by computerized voices. Their hands, some gloved with the scaly Imperial uniform, silky and cool, some scaly and warm, some human and rough, and others still of such a strange texture she did not know what they were, began to probe her. She felt them behind her, sliding into her soaked slit, feeling her pussy lips as though they were adjudging a fabric in a marketplace. Others made circles around her tight hole, and noises of approval. She was pinched and stroked, her hair tugged and combed. She closed her eyes and made a sound into the ball gag.
A question was asked behind her as cool, scaly fingers ran over the burning strap marks on her bottom, igniting her inner desires against her own will.
She did not hear the question, but the doctor stepped forward. “Of course not. All disciplining materials are specially designed to inflict precise doses of pain while inflicting no lasting damage on the physical body. As you can see, this subject is aroused by discipline and so every precaution will be taken to ensure her discipline is not overdone.”
There was another question, and the doctor answered, “We have other means of discipline, naturally. For a subject like this one, endurance training, anal hooks, or nonelectrical shocks may be required. You really must speak to the training commander, as he has more detailed information than I do.”
Lana squeezed her eyes shut as the inspection of her body continued. Hands were everywhere on her, prodding her muscles, feeling her soaking wet pussy, rolling her nipples between their fingertips. Her body was responding in the most humiliating fashion—by dripping and hardening and craving more.
She felt fingers along her jaw and her lips.
The ‘inspection’ went on for some time, but at last the crowd scattered away and out of the room, speaking to each other in excited tones. “Full Realm accommodation!” they chittered in hushed tones. “Such a fine specimen. Our breeding program will be successful at last.” “Surely Alteran does not have the budget for this, after acquiring Female C-12.” “She must be rerouted, if we acquire her, to section A.”
Lana had no idea what any of this meant, but she sensed that her life was taking a new and dark direction. Her plans of escape would need a great deal of modification. She had no idea what they had in store for her, or if she would be able to withstand it long enough to gain their trust—and plot her escape.
It did not help that her mental resolve was constantly degraded by her body’s humiliating response to this treatment.
Oh, well. Her act would seem more convincing that way.
The room was at last empty again, except for the doctor, who was reading from his tablet as though this were nothing more than the most routine of inspections of a car or an animal.
“The training commander will be here shortly,” he stated, to no one in particular, without looking up.
The doctor left, and the Pratean guards remained. The doors hissed closed behind him. The room was silent again, and Lana’s cheeks burned with humiliation as she pictured the sight of her naked body, her tilted bottom, and her dripping pussy, even if the walls had grown white again and there was not a crowd of men staring at her.
