She stared at the wood table, not daring to turn her head, and unable to see what was going on around her. She could feel the slickness of her pussy, the flesh of which had begun to ache, and she focused her energy on thinking of something else—anything else—so that her body would cease its reaction. But it was to no avail. She couldn’t even pretend to think about anything else.
She sensed the many Draquun behind her moving about, though they did so with their trademark stealthiness and quiet. The purring became louder.
And then, very unexpectedly, the examination began. She felt a very cool, hard touch on her anus—no foreplay, no warning. She scarcely had time to think about what it was or contemplate that the “examination” would begin in such a way because the rough, warm skin of several Draquun hands was suddenly on her body, almost everywhere, simultaneously.
Her first reaction was to open her mouth and begin to protest, but she cut herself off. What good would it do, except to show her weakness or ensure her loss? As two warm hands pried the cheeks of her ass apart, and the cold object, which she now recognized as metal, began to move in a circle around her eyelet, she realized that she could do nothing about her predicament. And she would have to just pretend it didn’t bother her. She couldn’t do anything about her skin growing hot with humiliation. But she could grin and bear it.
Fingertips moved up her spine, and the Draquun began to whisper behind her. More fingers explored her pussy, dipping into her wet folds—which were only getting wetter—and then pulling them apart. Several times, someone felt her outer lips like they were made of a fabric whose quality they wanted to judge. Some moved to her head and lifted her gently by the chin, prying her jaw open as wide as it would go, commenting on something as they peered down at her. All the while, a changing set of hands held her cheeks apart, and the cool metal object began to vibrate.
Mina burned with deep humiliation when she began to feel aroused by the vibrations. God, what was wrong with her?
And then, almost as suddenly as the group had converged upon her, they withdrew. She was aware, though, that a few were standing behind her still.
There was talking, as Mina stared at the table, breathing more heavily than she would like. She sensed a bead of her pussy juices gathering, and then growing too heavy and rolling down her inner right thigh. She closed her eyes, dying of mortification, when she felt a rough finger swipe it up, and heard commentary she couldn’t understand behind her.
She turned her head sharply and said, “What the—?!” when the next part began. The metal object at her anus was taken away, and then something that was also cool, but seemed larger, was pressed to her anus. It was also slippery and wet-feeling.
She saw Mozok Osolin, whose eyes were focused intently on her anus. His gaze flickered momentarily to her face and then back. But the large Herstrakaa approached from behind him and looked at her directly.
He did not need to say anything. His intentions, his command for her, the seriousness with which she should absolutely take it, were all conveyed to her by him with only his eyes. She cut herself off, and was about to turn her head away, just as Mozok pushed something into her anus.
For a moment, she felt a sharp bite, and she gasped. But she would not cry out, and she sucked in any expression of pain. Keeping it inside made her eyes water, and she knew she needed to turn quickly away so they wouldn’t see it, but Mozok was speaking.
In English.
“You will be punished by Voso if you speak before you are spoken to,” he said calmly. “This punishment will come after your examination.” He placed a hand over one of the Herstrakaa’s handprints, stained into her skin, and her flesh heated and burned, reminding her—as she was sure he had intended—of the Herstrakaa’s talent for severe spanking.
She turned her head quickly and stared at the wood table through her quickly blurring vision.
The bite of the object passing into her anus faded, and now it was entering inside of her. Voso was pushing something into her, but she decided to be relieved that it was not especially thick. She racked her brains for some recollection of this ceremony but found nothing. She desperately wanted to know what would happen next, but her memories were blank.
The object continued to slide into her ass, and her face grew hot, not nearly as much because of the humiliation of the act itself, but more because, in spite of herself, she was feeling… aroused. She prayed the two aliens would not notice, or maybe that they would not know that the dripping fluids from her pussy signified arousal.
She sucked in her breath just then because the size of the object began to change. Slowly, so it didn’t cause any sharp pain like it had initially, the object began to grow. It was spreading her open.
She closed her eyes, squeezing out a tear, as she imagined the sight that the entire parliament was being treated to: her bottom, some inflating object stretching her anus wider and wider, and her treacherous pussy engorging and dripping.
They were speaking behind her, and then the stretching ceased. She could feel cool air entering her body—into a place it never, ever had—and assessed that the object was a speculum.
Even better, she thought.
“We are now going to perform a series of tests,” Mozok said—or at least she thought it was Mozok. She didn’t turn around to confirm. “That will determine the boundaries of our Trothplight rituals. Your liaison did not translate this for you within my hearing, so I apologize if I am repeating it. You may, at any time, at any moment, request that Trothplight is ended.”
Mina did not respond. She knew that, and she also knew what happened after it—she lost her contract, and so her parents would never get off that rat-infested moon.
The next half hour was the most unimaginably humiliating experience of her life. Mozok began to insert a number of implements and instruments into her anus. Some of them were spindly and they did no more than tickle. One of them was hot—not enough to hurt, but hot enough to be uncomfortable. Some went very deep, until she began to feel cramps in her stomach. Some were very wide, and some vibrated. One even delivered what felt like a very minor pulse of electricity, which would have terrified her if it had been described to her beforehand. Instead, it had the very odd effect of heightening the slowly-building arousal that the entire set of procedures was bringing out in her.
The objects were inserted, one by one, and when removed, there was discussion in Draquun, as she remained spread open and vulnerable on the table. The speculum was withdrawn, and she waited to be released, relieved that the examination might be coming to an end.
But after a few minutes of humiliating waiting, they began anew, inserting a new speculum into her pussy, and exploring it with a similar variety of instruments. To her horror, the final of these instruments was a thick, phallic object that vibrated against the root of her clit. She began to sweat at her temples, and her thighs quivered uncontrollably as the vibration delivered an inescapable pleasure, driving her toward an orgasm.
She bit into her lip, and then her tongue, but the pleasure was too great to escape. Her body was outside of her control, no matter what she attempted to train her thoughts on, and within seconds she was going over the edge.
No, she thought. No, please.
But her pussy clenched and she heard a muffled cry in her own throat, and felt her legs shaking wildly, as an ocean of pleasure washed over her and she climaxed.
The Draquun made noises behind her, and she could not identify them. Were they laughing? Enjoying her humiliation? Displeased? She had no idea.
