Chapter 11 #3
“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’re getting 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.”
“Poor thing,” Boss says. “Are you just our helpless little human pet?”
“Mhm,” I mumble, just barely coherent. The feeling of being absolutely surrounded by massive aliens pleasuring me sexually, punishing me a little, pinning me down in a complete erotic haze is one of the best I have ever enjoyed.
“Good, just keep her happy,” I hear the vet say as another ripple of pleasure runs through me. “That’s right.”
I come again. And again. Whoever has the probe has worked out the spot that gets me, and is holding it right there while my other mates continue to caress and tease me.
“Okay,” I hear after what feels like a small eternity. “You can take it out slowly and let her come back to herself.”
“No,” I whine as the probe is slowly removed. I have gotten comfortably wrapped up in all the attention and pleasure. My body is covered in a light sheen of happy sweat and whatever the doctor gave me is keeping me pleasantly compliant.
I won’t complain about going to the vet next time.
“Let her relax for a few minutes,” the vet says. “We can go over these results now.”
“How is she, Doc?” Boss asks the question. There’s a slight edge of something in it that makes me perk up even through my orgasmic haze. Were they expecting something to be wrong? Is something wrong?
“That skull has been fixed,” he says. “The bone is fused as strong as it ever was. I still don’t recommend letting her hit her head, but humans have a tendency to take tumbles.”
“Huh?” I sit up, feeling slightly dizzy as I do. Drugs? Sex? Whatever the reason, it’s a damn good one. “How did you do that?”
“While you were climaxing, I was fusing the bone in your head,” he says. “A distraction is a distraction, and sex is always good for humans. As you’re no doubt aware, your sexual function is high. However, you’re going to all have to be a lot more careful from here on out.”
“Why?”
He plucks a little chip out of a wound I didn’t realize I had on my shoulder. What the hell else was he doing to me while I was coming so hard?
“I’m detecting residual effects of a birth control agent, probably implanted at the same time as the chip you mentioned being removed. You’ll be fertile now, and humans are practically universal broodmares. Be careful with sexual activity if you are not wanting to conceive.”
“I had a chip in me stopping me getting pregnant?”
“Yes.”
“Fuckers,” I curse.
My mates look relieved. It takes me a moment to work out why.
They’ve been talking about breeding me for a while.
I never took it seriously. I figured it wouldn’t happen for some reason.
Maybe I did know about the chip. Maybe there’s some kind of knowing the body has, somewhere being able to think you know something, and not knowing it at all.
“You have a very healthy mate,” the vet says. “In every sense. Good luck.”
He says the good luck part with a wry smile.
I am helped down off the table, my clothes are put back to some semblance of propriety, and I am led out of the clinic.
On the way out, I see another human in the waiting room.
She’s a woman, with a big pregnant belly, sitting next to a dark-haired, black-eyed alien several feet taller and a good bit broader than her.
She looks happy enough, dressed in a yellow gown that would be reserved for special occasions even on New New York.
Gold and diamonds festoon her throat, her wrists, and her fingers.
She looks expensive and very well cared for.
“Hey.” I nudge Kronos. “Where’s my pretty jewelry?”
“Every time we gave you something that had any value you’d sell it to buy another female and free her,” he says.
“Oh,” I say. “That’s… kind of a dick move, but also nice?”
“Describes you perfectly,” he says flatly.
We have left the office now, and are walking through the open square.
“How are they going to get an alien baby out of her?” I ask suddenly. “That guy was massive. And she’s… not.”
“The human body is capable of great feats,” Sharp says.
“Great feats, sure, but not fucking magic.”
“Actually, a wise human said that a human body is indistinguishable from magic.”
“That’s not what he said. He said any sufficiently advanced technology…”
They’re not really listening. They’re talking amongst themselves.