Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
His words, spoken with such calm authority, seemed to deflate my anger like a punctured balloon. Shame washed over me anew, not just for my past but for my current outburst. I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill over.
Dr. Ashcroft cleared his throat, his clinical demeanor unruffled by my outburst. “Given the patient’s… emotional volatility,” he said, carefully selecting his words, “I would strongly recommend the installation of a governor. It would help regulate her moods and ensure proper behavior.”
My breath caught in my throat at his words. I remembered Sala mentioning the role of the governor in Prosperian society. The thought of having such a device implanted in me, controlling my very emotions and sensations, sent a chill of terror through me.
Gamma was quiet for a moment, his thumb absently tracing circles on my inner thigh as he considered. The gentle touch, so at odds with the clinical nature of the examination and the weight of the decision being made, sent confused signals through my body. Finally, he nodded. “Yes,” he said, his deep voice resonating through me. “I believe that would be for the best.”
At his words, something snapped within me. The fear and anger that had been simmering beneath the surface exploded into full-blown panic. I thrashed wildly, trying to free myself from Gamma’s grip and the doctor’s probing instruments.
“No!” I screamed, my voice raw with desperation. “I won’t let you! You can’t do this to me!”
I kicked out, narrowly missing Dr. Ashcroft’s head as he hastily withdrew the speculum. My hands clawed at the sheets, trying to find purchase to pull myself away from Gamma’s firm hold.
“I refuse!” I yelled, tears now streaming freely down my face. “I’d rather die than have that thing inside me!”
Dr. Ashcroft stepped back, his eyes wide with alarm at my violent reaction. He turned to Gamma, his voice steady despite the chaos. “Sir, you need to get her under control. This level of defiance is unacceptable for a Prosperian woman, whether a concubine or a wife.”
Gamma nodded grimly. In one fluid motion, he released my legs and picked me up, then somehow flipped me over onto my stomach, at the same time sitting down on the bed so I landed across his lap. Before I could react, I felt his large hand come down hard on my bottom.
The sharp crack of his palm against my flesh echoed through the room, followed immediately by a stinging pain that radiated across my skin. Gamma’s enormous hand, crashing against my bare rear cheeks, sent shockwaves through my body. I gasped, more from surprise than pain, as the initial shock gave way to a spreading warmth.
Smack! Another blow landed, the sound crisp and clear in the otherwise silent room. I felt my flesh jiggle slightly with the impact, and a tingling sensation began to build where Gamma’s hand had connected.
Smack! Smack! Two more in quick succession, alternating cheeks. The sting intensified, transforming into a deep, throbbing heat that seemed to radiate outward. I squirmed, trying to process the conflicting sensations coursing through me.
It felt nothing like the brutal beatings I had endured on the Conqueror of Bresla. There, punishment had been cold, impersonal, designed to break my spirit and remind me of my place as a mere object for their use. But this… this felt different in ways I struggled to name.
Smack! Gamma’s hand came down again, the impact sending ripples across my sensitized skin. I could feel the strength behind each blow, the raw power in his massive blue hand. Yet there was a precision to his movements, a careful control that spoke of concern rather than cruelty.
As the spanking continued, I became acutely aware of every point of contact between us. The firm pressure of Gamma’s thigh beneath my stomach, anchoring me in place. The warmth of his free hand on the small of my back, steadying me between blows.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
A rapid series of blows rained down, and I cried out, my voice a mixture of pain and something else… something I was afraid to think about. Because with each stinging slap, with each burst of heat across my reddening flesh, I felt a corresponding pulse of arousal deep within my core.
My body betrayed me, responding to Gamma’s discipline in ways I had never experienced before despite all I had endured at the hands and cocks of my Vionian masters. I felt my nipples tighten into hard peaks, scraping against the soft sheets with each impact. Between my thighs, an insistent ache began to build, accompanied by even more of the telltale slickness that had nothing to do with the medical examination.
I buried my face in the bedding, mortified by my response yet unable to stop the soft moans that escaped my lips. Each blow seemed to send shockwaves of sensation straight to my most intimate places, stoking a fire that threatened to consume me.