“I’m healthy. And besides, my skull is missing. Shouldn’t you be looking at that?”
“Yes,” he says. “I intend to examine your head as well. Let’s start there.”
I sit quite still while he removes the foam helmet and the bandages underneath.
“I can mend this bone,” he says. “But it would be best to give her a light… I wouldn’t call it a sedative, per se, but something to take the edge off.”
“Absolutely, Doc,” I pipe up. “I am always up for something to take the edge off.”
“It’s a suppository, I’m afraid. It’s easier to dose humans rectally. You’ll have to turn over, lift your hips, and…”
I’m blushing deeply as the alien doctor gives me orders, but there are hands on me guiding me into place and before I know it I am face down, ass up, and my cheeks are being spread so a smooth rounded pill can be pressed into my ass.
“Very good,” the vet praises me. “I’m impressed. You did so well.”
I squirm, trying not to seem aroused. Hoping I don’t look aroused. I know this is just medical. I’m really not supposed to be…
“While I’ve got you here, and while you’re being such a good girl,” the vet purrs, “let’s just do a little exam.”
I am already feeling a little fuzzy. I am warm from head to toe, like I’m floating in a big bath. There’s tingles starting too, running down the back of my thighs and then up their insides all the way to my pussy.
“I’m going to push this tool inside you,” the vet says. “I’m sure it’s smaller than some other objects you may have experienced. It’s important you relax.”
My thighs spread reflexively as hands move on my ass. I don’t know who is touching what. All I know is that there are a lot of hands on me, and each of them is caring and dominant, and keeping me in position to have my wet pussy exposed and explored.
“She doesn’t need lubricant?” Sharp’s voice sounds far away.
“She’s very wet,” the vet replies. Hearing him say that, knowing how obviously I am aroused, serves to turn me on even more. I am so small compared to these aliens, so completely vulnerable.
I feel a thick, round probe pressing along the seam of my lips, running down to the place where my lips part. He pushes it inside very slowly, but quite firmly. Professionally, even.
I let out a little moan. I can’t help it. The probe is not thick, but it is smooth and hard and my entire sex seems to be so sensitive right now, this is more than enough to make me react.
“Good girl,” the vet reassures me. “Relax. This probe is designed to image your interior, and to measure your responsiveness, so don’t try to hold back.”
“Which one of you would like to manipulate this?” he asks my mates. “The idea is to give her some pleasure, and ensure that her system is working as nature intended.”
I don’t know who takes the probe, but I know that it is suddenly angled down and the tip of it, now lightly vibrating, is being pressed against the front of my pussy.
“Oh, my god, I’m gonna pee!” I gasp as it rolls over one particularly sensitive spot.
“That’s the g-spot,” the vet says. “You can toy with her there if you like, or continue a more traditional penetration. We’regetting some good internal images and quite a lot of data. If you can make her climax, that would be even better.”
“Oh, I can make her climax,” Sharp says. The rod keeps moving inside my pussy, and scaled fingers join my clit with a small circling motion that drives me instantly insane. The drugs I was given have made me more responsive and less inhibited.
He’s right. He can make me lose my mind. In under a minute, I come hard, barely able to stay on the exam table. It takes all my mates and the doctor to keep me in place, steadying me as I writhe.
“A strong response!” the vet says. “She’s very oriented toward pleasure, and I’d imagine, quite sensitive to pain, too.”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Someone spanks my ass really hard over and over, giving me a very disciplinary series of slaps. I yelp, but I basically start coming again nearly immediately. This time the orgasm has an edge to it, both physically and how it feels in the fuzzy emotion of the sedated state.
“Ow!” I whimper.
“Aw, I’m sorry, baby,” Boss commiserates, running his hand over my spanked cheeks and giving me a light pat between caresses. “Did that hurt too much?”
“It did hurt too much,” I complain. “It hurt much too much.”
