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My eyes widened, my brow furrowing deeply. I nodded slowly, looking into his dark eyes, over the governor on the doctor’s finger, which he still held up between us, as if it represented an essential symbol of the connection the implacable federation had decreed—Major Harrow’s ‘guardianship’ of me.
“I want you to think about that reaction, Sara, as the doctor shows you that yes, of course we can. Go ahead, Doctor, please.”
Of course we can.
The doctor spoke, his words seeming to come from very far away as my mind could only dwell on the sight of Major Harrow’s bearded face. My guardian’s face, his intent, evaluating expression.
“You’ll feel a little warmth, Sara, and then a bit of an itch.”
Of course we can.They could do whatever they wanted, because my president had betrayed me into their hands—had placed me in the grasp of my world’s conquerors, in payment of her own debt.Into this man’s hands… his strong, firm hands.
My eyes went down to them, still holding the hand mirror for me to see my most private places, spread and offered, my body restrained for this ‘instructional’ examination. I couldn’t keep from watching the doctor’s hand as he delicately touched his fingertip to my clit. My hips bucked as the unwelcome spark of arousal thrilled through me, somehow greatly intensified by my inability to move away or to refuse.
Then the warmth, and the itch.
“Oh,” I whispered, my forehead creasing.
The doctor’s hand moved away. My hips moved again, and my bottom squirmed.
“Oh, no.” I closed my eyes tightly, trying to reject the sensation, and the way it seemed to have set my whole body alight.
“It’s already precisely calibrated,” Doctor Greenway said, “thanks to the stimulation your guardian and the calibrators gave you.”
His words seemed to come from somewhere in outer space. Tremors traveled through my lower body, and then moved upward. A hot wave of embarrassment washed through my neck and into my face and even my scalp as I thought about Major Harrow watching the spectacle of the wantonness the governor had caused.
It overwhelmed me all the more because I hadn’t expected anything like this sudden rush of need, this terrible ache that made me jerk my hips upward, vainly offering my newly shaved pussy to the man who called himself my guardian. The governor didn’t dothat… no, it…
I heard a beep, and then, suddenly, the sensation vanished completely, as if something had turned off that part of my body. I gave a wrenching sob of frustration, jamming my eyelids even more tightly closed, sure that I would never have the courage to open them again.
Thatwas what the governor did—the terrible thing the Prosperians did to their young brides, the thing I had read about because I couldn’t help it, once I had heard the very name of the device.
“There we go,” Doctor Greenway said. His voice sounded uncomfortably close to me, after having sounded so far away only a moment before. “Major, this is the controller. I’m guessing you haven’t used one before? You can put the mirror right there on the tray and take possession—it’s yours, just like Sara here.”
CHAPTER14
Sara
My resolution to keep my eyes closed vanished in a flash. I needed to know what the controller looked like—not just its physical appearance, but also how it would look in Major Harrow’s hand. I saw it, and I instantly wished I had kept my eyes closed.
The sleek silver card, on which I could see lights flashing, perhaps from a digital readout, looked so small, gripped in my guardian’s fingers and thumb. That same hand, the one with which Major Harrow had begun to train me in too many ways; it held the device that controlled the governor… and my pussy… and…
I shuddered, and for the first time I felt the real effect of the tiny thing the doctor had installed on my clit. I felt my need start to grow, and the urge arise—to move my hips in search of something, some pressure or friction to comfort me and ease the tension there, or even to put my own hand down between my legs in hope of obtaining a moment’s relief.
Then the card in Major Harrow’s hand let out a soft beep, and the need vanished so abruptly that I gasped. My forehead furrowed in a very different kind of frustration from the one my body had experienced the instant before—very different, also, from the kind my mind had expected.
“There she goes,” Doctor Greenway said.
I looked sharply at him; his attention was on the major, and he indicated something on the controller with his finger, while Major Harrow too looked down at the silver card.
“She’s set at one right now, so she can’t feel any sexual stimulation at all. Prosperian husbands tend to keep their wives there most of the day, I’m told, so that they can get their housework done.”
To my horror, I felt it again: the beginning of arousal, of the impulse to squirm and to squeeze, and then the sudden cessation of the feeling—accompanied, worst of all, by another beep from the controller.
Major Harrow… my guardian… looked up from the device and straight into my eyes. The left side of his mouth quirked up into a smile that made my cheeks burn.
The doctor, meanwhile, had emitted a little chuckle.
“You find that arousing, Sara?” asked the major.
