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“They’ll measure your arousal in certain specific ways during this instructional exam,” he told me. “Now please look at the mirror so I can explain some important things about your body and its needs.”
CHAPTER12
Sara
The idea that a man intended toexplainthings about my body made me close my eyes and shake my head. It seemed like the ultimate denial of everything my world had tried to represent from the beginning of our history.
“Sara,” I heard Major Harrow say, “think about the cane we showed you, please. You’re going to experience that kind of lesson very soon if you don’t learn to comply quickly even with reasonable requests like the one the doctor just made.”
My mouth opened and I took a gasping breath. I shut my eyes even tighter for an instant, feeling tears leak out from their corners and trickle down my cheeks. Then my brain, as if on a tiny time delay, processed my guardian’s words about the cane, and the remembered sight of it in the doctor’s hands, long and thin and horrible, made me open my eyes, simply to replace it with the utterly degrading view the major showed me in the hand mirror.
The worst part lay in the way I had to quell my first reaction to the sight of my bare pussy and my tiny anus. My treasonous mind said,Oh, I look so innocent. So neat and tidy.
Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I found myself clenching my fists and straining against the webbing cuffs around my wrists. My body wanted me to put my hands down there to cover myself, the way a good little girl knew to do if somehow someone might see something they shouldn’t.
I had opened my eyes, so I used that piece of compliance to buy myself a little more time in the dark: I closed them again, and I used that moment to set my face into an expression of hard defiance, hoping desperately that the feeling of my face set that way would bring a corresponding change of attitude to my mind. I closed my mouth and pursed my lips. I relaxed my wrinkled brow.
I opened my eyes again and flicked my gaze upward to Major Harrow. He had his attention fixed on me yet again, with the same look of assessing interest he had worn when his fingers had done such mischief between my legs. I raised my eyebrows and did all I could to make my face seem hard and cold. I didn’t speak: I let my eyes saySo?
At that moment, though, I heard a beep from the place where Doctor Greenway sat between my legs, and I felt the little devices on my nipples start to tingle. My mouth opened reflexively, and I took a gasping little breath.
“Oh,” I said, though it sounded like the most pathetic little noise ever produced by a human woman.
My eyes went to the doctor, though I immediately had to squint because of the brightness of the light on his forehead. I couldn’t quite make it out because of that illumination, but I thought he had turned his attention downward to look at something in his hand.
“That’s level one to start you out,” he said.
“I thought…” I said, dismayed by the shakiness in my voice as the terribly pleasant tingling in my nipples seemed to rocket all around my body and especially down where the awful mirror waited to show me my newly shaven pussy. “I thought they were… calibrators?”
“They are, Sara,” Doctor Greenway said, in a voice that suggested he thought his words would reassure me. “They’re active calibrators. I’m going to stimulate you now, so that when I install your governor it will be able to perform as comprehensive an analysis of your arousal pattern as possible.”
Oh, no. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.He actuallydidhave things to explain about my body—things I suddenly felt much too desperate to hear and to learn. That realization, to my horror, sent another thrill traveling from the calibrators to my clit. To the suddenly aching place where I saw—my eyes going wide despite my best effort to keep my face cold—the doctor holding another device above the wrinkly hood I could just barely make out when I craned my neck.
The thing didn’t look much bigger than the ones he had put on my breasts. It glistened, and I could tell the doctor had applied a lubricant to it—I knew the sheen well, since I, like many Artemisian women, used that sort of lube to make sex comfortable despite our bodies not producing the copious vaginal moisture some women’s did.
I felt my brow furrow, foiling my brain’s express intentions for my facial expression, as I realized—with yet another jolt of wanton need—that my guardian wouldn’t need lube. I had never gotten so wet down there in my life. I couldn’t help it: I looked again at the mirror and to my horror I could see a bead of it trickling out between the rosy petals of my pussy lips.
My face felt like someone had lit a fire in my cheeks. The thought that they must look, to the major, even pinker than the wrinkly, complicated lips he had bared between my legs, made it worse; my hips moved, and I had to bit my lip to keep myself from whimpering at the way my body tried to bring my clit into contact with the thing the doctor had in his hand.
Then, the worst thing of all happened: I clenched down there, harder than I thought I had ever done, and Isawit in the mirror. I watched my labia contract and then relax, as if my pussy were begging my guardian to invade me, open me on his…
I didn’t want to think the word… I didn’t want to picture it—what he had between his thighs, under his impeccable uniform.
“Hmm,” I heard Doctor Greenway say. “That’s rather remarkable. Did you see, Major?”
“Of course,” Major Harrow answered. “That clench was so strong no one could miss it.”
“Oh, no,” I whispered, closing my eyes.
They ignored me.
“Before I even touched her with the clitoral calibrator. I don’t think I’ve even seen that before.”
No, no. No.
“Maybe there’s something to be said for these egalitarian cultures after all,” mused the major. “At the very least, it makes for an interesting sort of repression.”
I didn’t have time even to think through what the man who styled himself my new guardian had just said. The doctor brought the little thing in his hand into contact with my clit, and my whole body jerked off the chair the centimeter permitted by the belt tightly fastened around my waist.
