Chapter 14

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

A shlyn

Ashlyn's heart thundered in her chest, a defiant drumbeat against the sterile chill of the examination area. She’d agreed to this. Agreed to do whatever was expected of her in order to hold onto the Council seat. After what she’d seen of the Ubrions the past few days, she wanted to crush the Ubrion family almost as much as the doctor did. She had to keep trying.

Her heart twisted. As mad as she was with Zade, at his betrayal and his manipulation, she’d liked him so much the thought of not being with him now was painful. She’d been stupid enough, in her heart of hearts, to hope there was a chance for them. She hadn’t admitted it, even to herself, but that was what she’d still wanted; to stay with him, to be a real partner, even if it meant she had to leave everything she knew behind.

Not anymore. Not after what he did. Stop wishing for things you can’t have. He obviously doesn’t care about me. All he cares about is getting a seat on the Council, and now he’s about to do god knows what to my body in front of thousands of alien dignitaries. Why did I agree to let him stay?

Before she had time to get really worked up, her attention was drawn to the two doctors as they began to address the crowded area full of Councilors and their aides.

"Welcome esteemed Members. I am Doctor Kubro. Assisting today is Doctor Balcor, and in attendance will be Councilor Faro’s champion and fiancé, Prince Zade Miralos, C’Nar Ubrion, and my medical team. We are here to assess this human female’s ability and willingness to breed with nonhuman species, as well as assist in the breeding process, should there be need. Let us begin.”

First came the scanners - beams of light that swept over her body, analyzing every inch of flesh and bone until Ashlyn felt like she was nothing more than a specimen under a microscope. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the humiliation and discomfort of being so exposed.

Dr. Balcor adjusted the metal stirrups to hold her knees farther apart, forcing her to reveal her most private parts. The cool air licked her flesh with an expert tongue, curling around her rigid nipples, teasing her exposed feminine channel. She tried to close her legs, but the position they had locked her thighs in prevented her from shielding any part of her anatomy. Her body flushed from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes.

The doctor’s voice carried through the chamber, deep and resonant. His words swirled around her, clinical and detached, as if she wasn’t a person but a thing—a specimen to be prodded and primed. “Subject is female and exhibits typical human reproductive anatomy. Dr. Balcor will post a closeup on the holovid.”

She clenched her teeth around the sound adapter, refusing to give the Councilors the satisfaction of seeing her as anything but calm as Dr. Balcor brought a light closer.

Zade spread her feminine lips as the light and video feed was adjusted to the doctor’s satisfaction. She’d agreed to this. She would see it through. Fuck the Council. Fuck the Ubrions. The doctor was right, they want to humiliate me and intimidate me. They want me to fail. They’re not going to break me. Don’t break. Don’t break. Don’t break.

Zade’s fingers explored every inch of her body at the doctor’s direction, pressing against sensitive spots and eliciting gasps and tremors from within. She was overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her, unable to resist as he followed directions, probing and examining her with almost clinical detachment. She was humiliated and aroused at the same time, and that made her mad.

She turned her head away, a futile attempt to shield herself from the probing stares and discussion of her intimate form. There was no escape. Everywhere she looked, her anatomy was on display on the huge holovids. Her cheeks burned with humiliation. She’d never seen herself from that angle, or in so much detail.

“Subject appears resistant," Dr. Balcor murmured. "Note her stiffness and lack of eye contact.”

“Perhaps.” Dr. Kubro scrutinized his patient. “I believe what we are seeing is embarrassment, not resistance.”

Ashlyn squeezed her eyes shut as tightly as she could and nodded.

“Councilor Faro, you seem less than pleased to be here. Would you prefer the exam be conducted in private?” Dr. Balcor asked.

She nodded vigorously. Yes! Yes! In private!

Doctor Kubro dashed her hopes. “I’m afraid we cannot accommodate that, as the Council has ordered we proceed with the exam and subsequent breeding in this manner. However, I understand your reluctance. We can help you feel more relaxed, which will make orgasm easier. Strong orgasm increases the probability of successful breeding. Do we have your permission to provide artificial stimulation?”

Ashlyn’s eyes popped open. Hadn’t Zade and the doctor already discussed this? She’d been expecting them to do it without asking first. Acknowledging her need and desire for extra stimulation somehow made it all worse. More humiliating. So why was she so wet? Why didn’t the idea of Zade using a vibrator on her in front of all those people make her want to sink into the floor? Because it’s Zade.

She was spread open, on display. Did she really want them to see her being serviced with a sexual device? A sex toy? She was already there. They’d already seen her most intimate parts. With a reluctant nod, she agreed to the stimulation.

“Excellent. Council Members, we have the subject’s consent. We will begin with a liquid stimulant from Cannus Prime called Orgastim . Many species enjoy this stimulant during sexual play. It enhances sensitivity and lowers inhibitions without altering instincts. If the female does not enjoy what is happening on some level, or is repulsed by her partner, she will be irritated rather than aroused, so use of the stimulant will not alter receptivity to nonhuman breeding in general. This has been well documented and researched. Are there any questions before we begin?”

When no one spoke up, Zade used the accompanying paintbrush to coat her areolas with the thick, gooey substance.

Her nipples began to tingle before he was finished, making her squirm on the table.

“We begin to see signs of arousal. With added stimulation, this will only increase. Please continue, Caldorian.”

C’Nar, silent until that moment, practically salivating at the chance to touch her, spoke up, “Let me do it.” Not waiting for permission, he jumped to her side, flicked first her right nipple, then reached for the left. Revolted, she shrank from his touch.

Zade didn’t miss a beat. He lay the Ubrion scum out, unconscious, with one solid punch. The only thing that kept him from killing C’Nar was Ashlyn. Zade focused on her. She was clearly still angry with him. She hadn’t looked at him even once.

Dr. Kubro cleared his throat as C’Nar regained consciousness. “I think the subject is trying to communicate that she is not capable of responding favorably to any individual attempting to have her removed from the Council seat.”

C’Nar groaned and curled his lip as he sat up, one eye swollen shut and the other narrowing in fury. “Of course, my betrothed is hesitant to show her desire for me in front of the Caldorian. By all means, doctor, proceed with the demonstration.”

Dr. Kubro turned to Zade with a nervous half smile. “Perhaps if someone else were to try, her response would be more favorable?”

Zade didn’t bother with a response, as none was expected. He captured one of Ashlyn’s nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pinching, twisting, plucking at the tight buds. He knew she liked a firm touch. Knew, also, that she would mentally resist anything he did. She was angry. She didn’t want to desire him. Well, that’s too bad, shenga. Your mind resists while your body begs for more.

A frisson of pleasure shot straight to her core as Zade played with her nipples. She arched her back, unable to stop herself from seeking his touch.

“Note how the subject does not shrink from the Caldorian. He is clearly nonhuman, yet she is responding favorably to him. Her skin has become flushed, her breasts appear plumper, while the nipples have peaked with arousal. We can expect a similar level of reaction in other parts of the body. Orgastim intensifies natural reactions, as you will see.”

With a gentle yet unyielding pressure, Zade introduced the stimulant into her feminine channel. A warm flush exploded across her body and her hips came up off the table. She groaned as Zade’s fingers slipped deeper inside her. She strained, trying to get more. She needed more. Harder. Deeper. Oh gods, what was happening to her?

All around the arena the spectators began adjusting their clothing and fidgeting with their earpieces, clearly affected by what was happening and her response to the stimuli.

Removing his fingers, more stimulant was added, a slick sheen across her vulva, then he shallowly reinserted two fingers and held still. She couldn’t hold back the hitch in her breath, mortification warring with a sudden, intense flare of arousal. Her body betrayed her, responding with an eagerness she couldn't hide. She needed Zade to sink his fingers deeper. Deeper. Deeper. And stroke her clit. Make her come. She squirmed again. She needed more. More. More. More.

“Excellent response.”

Zade’s touch was relentless, fingers exploring her with an insistent curiosity, parting and delving into the secrets hidden within.

"Note the retraction of the clitoral hood. See how eager her responses," the doctor intoned knowledgeably as Zade’s fingertips grazed her clitoris in a lingering tease that bordered on torment. "Human females are most responsive with persistent stimulation. Please continue, Caldorian. Stimulate the clitoris."

The words were detached, but the action was anything but as Zade rubbed the burgeoning nub in tight circles, eliciting a sharp intake of breath and an instinctual tilt of her pelvis.

Her breath became ragged, her body slick with desire. The metal stirrups were cold against her ankles and knees, a stark contrast to the heat coursing through her veins.

"Observe the increased rate of breathing and accelerated pulse. The subject is experiencing greater arousal, even though penetration is minimal,” the doctor continued to narrate, his voice taking on a smug tone. "The compound should cause all but the most reluctant females to be unable to deny what they want. I believe this one craves deep penetration by her male. Perhaps even a true breeding. Prince Miralos, please ascertain the truth of this."

Zade inserted three fingers deep inside her, stretching her in a way that sent jolts of pleasure through her system. She couldn't help but clench around him, desperate for more.

"See how she writhes as he moves his fingers within her?" The doctor’s voice dripped with satisfaction. "Again, he is not of the same species, yet she is responding to his touch in spite of an audience."

Ashlyn's cheeks flamed with embarrassment at the doctor’s words, but she couldn't deny their truth. Her body was responding exactly as he described. The stimulant pulsed through her veins, a relentless tide that swept away any remnants of resistance, leaving only the primitive need to be dominated, to be taken, to be utterly and thoroughly used. She wanted his hot seed inside her. The doctor wanted everyone to believe it was the stimulant that affected her so strongly. She knew the humiliating truth. She wanted penetration, but not by just anyone. By Zade. Only Zade. Damn him.

The audience murmured their approval, captivated by the display of raw sensuality masquerading as scientific exploration.

“Observe the screen in front of you.” A glance beckoned the crowd to watch as the hovering drone zoomed in on the glistening evidence of her arousal in a silent testimony to the effectiveness of both the stimulant and Zade’s methods.

Ashlyn squirmed and twisted, bound by the restraints, unable to resist the intoxicating rhythm of Zade’s expert touch. Words rolled off his tongue in a mesmerizing rhythm, urging her to surrender to her deepest desires. His voice was like a steady drumbeat, drowning out the chaos of her senses with its hypnotic beat. Only the weight of a thousand eyes kept her from giving in to the ecstasy he offered.

“There are, of course, females who are exceedingly shy about orgasm, in which case additional stimuli is required. Orgastim encourages, but does not force, females to lower their inhibitions. However, the lower their inhibitions, the more enjoyable the breeding process is for them. Observe.”

She flushed with an unwanted heat as the doctor, with his knowing smile, introduced a new instrument of pleasure into play. The crowd around them whispered and murmured, their anticipation palpable. She could feel their eyes on her, feel the weight of their stares, the intensity of their curiosity, scrutinizing every inch of her body. It was unnerving.

The device—a large probe lined with ridges that hummed with vibration as Zade slid it into her, caressed her inner walls, coaxing moisture from deep within. Pulsating vibrations started to throb through her, igniting an uncontrollable fire within her body. Each pulse sent shivers down her spine and set her skin on fire, making her tremble with a mixture of fear that she wouldn’t be able to resist, and need for what Zade was doing to her. The combination threatened to unleash something primal and untamed within her. The sensation was overwhelming, engulfing her in a whirlwind of pleasure that seemed to radiate from every inch of her being.

“For those of you unfamiliar with this particular machine, it was designed to test interspecies compatibility by mimicking the size and shape of every male sex organ within the Intergalactic Trade Community. Each time the device is inserted, it will change, adapting the specifications of a different species. We will be able to determine which are compatible with the subject, and which are not. Also, note the straps can keep the device inserted and functioning without assistance, should there be need.”

With a tap of a button, the device intensified, sending relentless waves of vibration coursing through her body. In and out, over and over, faster and faster, Zade drove the device. Each time, she felt the device moving. Vibrating. Changing shape. Stretching. Stroking. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she was alternately filled and left bereft. Her vibrator at home couldn’t begin to compare.

Futile anger flared within her, a brief blaze of rebellion against the forced ecstasy that loomed ever closer. But the vibrator was relentless, its rhythm a merciless tide that eroded her willpower with each undulating wave. They adjusted her position, tipping her hips, angling her so that the beastly device struck even deeper, even more intimately.

She fought against the sensations, against the heat that spread through her veins like wildfire. As much as she willed herself to remain aloof, the vibrator was a masterful tormentor. It coaxed responses from her body that were primal and elemental, drawing out moans that seared her throat and echoed off the inside of her mouthpiece.

"Subject responding favorably but still resistant," Dr. Balcor noted, as if her gasps and the flush creeping over her skin were just data points to be collected. She was caught in a tempest of sensation, each vibration a bolt of lightning that seared through her synapses. Her body tensed, on the precipice of surrender, muscles taut with the struggle to maintain control. Resistance was futile—the device crafted by these otherworldly beings knew too well the secrets of pleasure.

"Orgasm imminent," he intoned, almost with reverence.

As the sounds grew louder and more intense, the movement inside her drowned out all other thoughts as it consumed her entire being in a frenzy of pleasure and ecstasy.

With precise and deliberate movements, Zade manipulated the device. As if in a trance, her hips began to rock against the probe, seeking more, craving the relentless pleasure it offered, moaning with each expert stroke.

“So far, the female appears receptive to all species capable of vaginal penetration. Clitoral stimulation can be added and performed by any species, as it is external. Observe.”

Another device, cool and smooth, settled against her clitoris, pulsing with a rhythm that sent sparks of ecstasy shooting through her. The sensation was overwhelming, consuming, and she found herself spiraling towards climax with no hope of resistance.

Ashlyn lost the ability to breathe as the first orgasm shattered through her, stars bursting behind her closed eyelids. It was a release both shameful and divine, leaving her trembling in its wake.

"Note the subject's involuntary spasms," the doctor remarked. "This one exhibits strong orgasmic responses."

Ashlyn held her breath as the alien doctor instructed Zade to push the vibrator deeper, his fingers sliding the device in and out of her with a practiced ease, giving her no respite. She couldn’t stifle a moan.

"The female is experiencing heightened sexual response, an ideal state for successful breeding. Pleasure is an essential part of their reproductive process," Dr. Kubro explained.

"Subject is reaching the threshold of another climax," Dr. Balcor intoned. "Increasing to maximum stimulation."

Ashlyn's eyes flew open as the devices increased in intensity, plunging her into a world of blinding ecstasy. She writhed and moaned, unable to stop the waves of pleasure that crashed through her body. She couldn’t resist, her body arching towards the sensation as she climaxed again and again.

"Note the increase in heart rate and respiration," Dr. Balcor noted clinically. "I suggest we commence with the final testing phase."

“Agreed. Bring the anal plug.”

Ashlyn was too far gone to care or protest.

"There are multiple species who require double penetration, either because they have two sex organs or because they take a female in pairs," Zade murmured to her, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. "There is no need to fear. Have you experienced double penetration before?”

She shook her head vehemently. Her body trembled as a technician retrieved the plug. It looked designed not merely for fullness but for control, an assertion of their intent to guide her body's reactions. She shivered.

"Preparation for anal penetration must be approached with care," the doctor instructed Zade, his voice hypnotic amidst the crescendo of Ashlyn's hammering pulse. "Your female is reluctant, but patience yields receptivity. The stimulant has relaxed muscles that would normally take much longer to be ready for this kind of penetration. With regular lubrication you may proceed as if she regularly experiences double penetration. She will, of course, feel extremely stretched and full, but that is a bonus for her, is it not?”

Glancing at the screen monitoring her accelerated heart rate, Zade attached the straps of the vibrator inside her, then selected a bottle of lubricant from the tray of instruments and coated his fingers with the thick gel. "Shh," he soothed, his thumb coating the small nub of nerves at her apex. "They are watching. You must not resist."

He carefully circled her back entrance, his touch warm against her sensitive skin. Slowly, he pushed in, the sensation foreign yet strangely compelling. The stretching was gentle at first, a slow invasion that paced her body's reluctant acceptance, the lubricant easing the way past the tight ring of muscle as he massaged her with a skill that had her hips bucking into his hand despite herself, scissoring and coaxing the delicate tissues to yield, to embrace the fullness that both threatened and promised exquisite release.

She arched against him with a moan as he added another finger, stretching her more, preparing her for the plug. His preparation was relentless, his fingers moving inside her with a precision that spoke of experience and an intimate knowledge of the female form. Each stroke fanned the flames higher.

When she thought she could take no more, he removed his fingers, only to press the plug to her back entrance. The plug was cool to the touch as it pressed against her. An unwelcome invasion that made her muscles clench in protest, refusal was a language he did not understand—or chose to ignore.

With deliberate slowness, Zade inserted the plug, the sensation both invasive and strangely pleasurable as it breached her. He twisted it gently as it entered her, forcing her to acknowledge every millimeter of its presence until it was fully inserted up to the flared end. She gasped at the intrusion, the overwhelming sense of fullness, but found herself unable to protest as pleasure shot through every nerve ending in her body.

A low hum began to emanate from the plug, vibrations spreading in concentric circles within her, intense and unyielding. The relentless machine worked its magic, breaking down any walls or defenses she had left. The constant hum was like an insistent drumbeat, steadily building and coiling deep inside her. The intensity of vaginal, clitoral, and anal stimulation together was staggering, and she couldn't help but surrender to it. She was both ashamed and enraptured, her body a slave to the devices as Zade pushed her further, stretched her boundaries and elicited a primal response from deep within.

Her muscles clenched and released uncontrollably around the objects, liquid heat squirting from deep inside her feminine channel a physical manifestation of the shame and pleasure battling within her. She couldn't help but thrash in every direction, her body attempting to both rid her of the devices and bring them closer. They noted her involuntary responses with growing excitement.

"Anal stimulation activated. Subject's body is highly receptive to double penetration.” Dr. Balcor observed.

“Indeed. She has responded to all forms of stimulation. Observe the increase in both respiration and natural lubrication.”

Ashlyn tried to resist the needs of her body, tried not to buck and arch as Zade continued to stimulate her, but it was no use.

"Embrace it. Yield to your desire," Zade urged, his voice a steady drumbeat against the storm of her senses. He manipulated all three devices with precision, an artist painting strokes of pure sensation onto the canvas of her flesh. “Show them how receptive you are.”

The audience's whispers grew to a fevered buzz, mirroring the crescendo of pleasure tearing her apart. Her cries were silent, each one a surrender, a white flag raised against the onslaught of bliss. Wave after wave hit her, each orgasm stronger than the last.

The doctor did not allow Zade to relent. Pursuing each climax with the hunger of a conqueror claiming new lands, Zade ensured she was ripe for the next conquest and the next until she was so far out in subspace, she forgot her own name.

Finally, the doctor looked to the panel of Council members. “If the Council is satisfied, I believe we have thoroughly demonstrated the subject’s positive receptivity to future breeding with nonhuman species. My part is done.”

C’Nar spoke up. Clearly the Cappran had a death wish. “It is time for the Caldorian to breed her… or surrender her to me.”

Doctor Kubro cleared his throat and appeared to double check a test result. “It would appear Councilor Faro’s womb is already filled with viable Caldorian seed. There will be no need for a public breeding. With today’s added stimulation and preparations, she should be fertile and carrying her mate’s child within the next few hours.”

What?!

She glanced at him and saw the truth in his eyes. He’d fucked her, possibly gotten her pregnant, and then marched out here to make sure she went through with the medical exam. Why? So, he could have the seat? He knew he couldn’t keep her. Didn’t he? Did he really think she would change her mind? She didn’t want the Council seat, didn’t want to live on Cappra. Nothing had changed between them… and everything had changed. He’d betrayed her trust, tried to breed her, could have impregnated her. All without asking permission or discussing things with her.

Without waiting for the doctor, Zade removed all the devices from her body and released her from the restraints. He messed with the sound adapter, tried to pull the straps apart, but they didn’t budge.

Dr. Kubro retrieved a small blue tool from his pocket and waved it over the straps, unlocking the mechanism. With an audible buzz, the ball returned to its original size, allowing Zade to gently remove it from Ashlyn’s mouth and crush it beneath his boot.

Grabbing a sheet from one of the trays, he loosely covered her, then swept her up in his arms and strode for the exit. He was hard as a rock.