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“Your anus needs opening for the probe. He’ll insert a ring that will widen the aperture.” Jamen explained, his hands tightening their grip on her ankles as she tensed.
“Do they have to?” she whined pathetically.
“Relax, Paige. You might just enjoy this,” he said. “If you don’t relax it will hurt when the probe penetrates.”
The particles of light were just like the implement he’d used to spank her. Luminescent, they assumed a solid form. The one by her pussy reshaped itself into a cylinder with a rounded end, the anal one a thin tube. The machine had grown tentacles. She squirmed, trying not to imagine she was about to be fucked by some exotic creature
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Bizarrely, the silly fantasy helped. She closed her eyes and allowed her legs to turn heavy. Her knees sagged by her ears and Jamen loosened his hold of her ankles. She hooked her arms around her legs and kept herself folded. Now that he was free, he cupped his hands on either side of her face and stroked his thumbs down her cheeks.
“Very good, Paige. They’re going to lubricate your first. Make you nice and wet.”
She parted her lips and sighed as the cold gel-like substance was smeared around her bottom hole, then her pussy entrance. The gel warmed up when it came into contact with her skin. One of the medics used his fingers to poke inside of her bottom and something hard was slotted inside the narrow opening.
She gasped as it slowly stretched her tight ring. She felt a slight burning, then it eased and the device stilled. What an amazing feeling—indescribable, almost thrilling.
“See, it’s made you open just a little. No bigger than my little finger,” Jamen explained.
“It feels bigger,” she panted.
The doctors walked around the table, circling her, and she tracked their footsteps as they discussed their findings.
Four hands inspected her pussy lips. Multiple fingers spread and parted her folds and touched her clitoris. She opened her mouth into a gape of surprise as they pinched her clit between their fingers, exclaiming softly to each other. The examination of her alien clit was tantalizing and brief. They’d probably never seen one in the flesh before. Jamen had told her female Vendu had a clitoris inside their vagina and some even in their back passage. It wasn’t unheard of for females to have extra clitorises implanted alongside their natural ones to heighten sexual arousal for their males. She couldn’t imagine an orgasm triggered by multiple clitorises.
The medics’ touches were firm but not hurried. Each movement was orchestrated and carried out with precision. Jamen growled softly in the back of his throat. He had a bird’s-eye view of everything and it had to be heating his loins. If it wasn’t, he couldn’t be the hot alien she had come to know.
She waited, almost impatiently for the probes to penetrate her. If Jamen was enjoying this spectacle, then she would too. She felt a heaviness enter her vagina as the cylinder-shaped probe occupied the channel. It lowered itself deeper, and deeper. She held her breath and waited for her barrier to be touched and scanned.
“There,” murmured Jamen. “It will start to rotate and scan you.”
The rotations were barely discernible, but the probe seemed bigger and continued to enlarge inside her. “What…” she groaned.
“It’s measuring you. You’re an excellent capacity for a small female. The doctors are impressed. You won’t need aids.” He paused again and chuckled. “We knew that already too.”
The probe retracted and her pussy flexed back into a normal shape. She gripped her legs tighter.
“Relax, Paige. You’re doing good,” soothed Jamen, who resumed stroking her hair.
The other probe, a thin tubular extension slid into her anus. It tickled as it spiraled around. However, it too was growing, changing into something resembling a bulb. It was heavy too. The weight shifted down, and she felt the pressure in her belly.
“No, that’s enough, please,” she pleaded.
Jamen said something sharply in Vendian and immediately the medics retracted the device. “You’re clean,” he said to her. “But, your capacity is poor. You’ll need further stretching.”
“For what… oh.” She opened her eyes to find Jamen staring into hers. His pupils were black and vibrant.
“Yes,” he said softly. “A hanjin must offer all of herself.”
She licked her lips. “I’ll try.” She’d no idea if she would enjoy it, but she wasn’t afraid to give it a go.
“Another time, we’ll work on that,” he smiled. “Now, lower your legs.”
She unfolded herself, straightening out her tired calves as she flexed her toes. Remarkably relaxed, she felt warm and fuzzy, with only a faint trace of butterflies in her belly. Even though she’d not paid the medics any attention, they had conducted themselves professionally. She almost wished, in the darkest recesses of her mind, that they hadn’t. What if they had fucked her with those probes, forced orgasms from her, held her down or bound her? And what if Jamen demanded they did wicked things to her, stretching the minutes into hours of tormenting sexual games and when she balked he spanked her hard with that delicious device he’d found in the drawer? She shivered with an unexpected urge. Suddenly, out of nowhere, she realized she was aroused, and had been for some time, ever since they stretched her bottom open and she tried not to think of wicked things.
She yawned and stretched out on the bed as if ready to fall asleep. The spanking, followed by the intimate examination had turned her from a nervous bundle of energy into something placid. She hoped Jamen would be pleased with her submission. She closed her eyes and drifted.
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