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)
Through it all, I was struck by the care evident in Gamma’s actions. Though the spanking was undoubtedly a punishment, there was no malice behind it. His hand never strayed from the fleshy part of my bottom, avoiding areas that could cause real harm. The rhythm he set was steady and controlled, allowing me time to process each sensation before the next blow fell.
“Mr. Gamma,” said Dr. Ashcroft when Gamma had paused the rain of swats and taken my whole rear end into his hand so that I whimpered desperately with a need I tried to push away, “might I prevail upon you to have intercourse with Miss Tessara while I observe?”
CHAPTER 19
Gamma
The doctor’s request that I fuck Tessara took me aback at first. My hand stilled on her reddened bottom as I considered his words. The air in the room felt charged, heavy with the scent of Tessara’s arousal and the lingering energy of her punishment.
“I’m not sure that would be appropriate, Doctor,” I said, my voice low and measured despite the desire coursing through me. Tessara’s soft skin beneath my palm, the way she trembled slightly with each breath, made it difficult to maintain my composure.
Dr. Ashcroft’s eyes gleamed behind his wire-rimmed spectacles. “On the contrary, Mr. Gamma,” he insisted, his tone carrying the weight of professional authority. “We Prosperians believe it is the healthiest thing for both parties for a man to dominate a woman thoroughly after he disciplines her. With a girl like Miss Tessara, that means fucking.”
I felt Tessara stiffen across my lap at the doctor’s blunt words. Her breath hitched, and I could sense the conflicting emotions warring within her—shame, fear, and an undeniable arousal that perfumed the air around us.
The doctor continued, his clinical tone at odds with the intimate nature of his words. “It’s crucial for establishing the proper dynamic between you. The disciplinary spanking you’ve administered has opened her up, both physically and emotionally. To fully cement your authority and her submission, you must claim her body completely.”
I considered his words carefully. As a breakout entity from the Collective, I had studied human sexuality extensively, fascinated by its complexity and power. The doctor’s explanation aligned with much of what I had learned about the dynamics of dominance and submission—sex with power, as I still couldn’t help thinking of it.
“Furthermore,” Dr. Ashcroft added, “witnessing your dominance firsthand will assist me in calibrating the governor more precisely. I’ll be able to fine-tune its responses to ensure optimal control and pleasure for Miss Tessara.”
At the mention of the governor, I felt Tessara tense again. Her earlier panic about the device had triggered her outburst, leading to this moment of discipline. I realized that fucking her now, under the doctor’s watchful eye, might indeed help ease her into acceptance of her new role and the technologies that would shape her life on Prosperia.
Decision made, I gently lifted Tessara from my lap, guiding her to stand before me. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears. The vulnerability in her gaze stirred something primal within me, a desire to protect and possess that I had never experienced with such intensity before.
“Kneel,” I commanded softly, my voice resonating with authority.
Tessara hesitated for just a moment before sinking to her knees before me. Her long, dark hair fell in waves around her shoulders, framing her delicate features. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with shallow breaths, her small breasts heaving with each inhalation.
I stood, towering over her lovely body. I knew, both by logical reasoning and simply by my human biology’s dominant instincts, that Tessara felt a deep conflict about my penis. I could see her eyes fixed on the extremely evident bulge in the front of my trousers. On her face I saw apprehension but also the wild desire that the idea of a huge cock excited in a submissive girl.
“Tessara,” I said, modulating my voice to softness, but also letting the iron edge of my authority over her come through. “I’m going to use you now, to reinforce your punishment and your submission. I’ll start by training your mouth to take a cock like mine.”
Tessara
A deep shudder went through my whole body at Gamma’s words. I felt my cheeks go crimson, because I knew he couldn’t have mistaken my body’s instant reaction for anything but what it was: a need to serve him, to have his huge manhood inside me anywhere he chose to put it.
The spanking should have increased my defiance and strengthened my rebellious urges, I told myself. On the Conqueror of Bresla when my masters whipped me and then fucked me, I had always been able to tell myself that their ‘discipline’ only made me hate them more.
My spanking from Gamma, so intimate despite the presence of the doctor, had changed my ideas about punishment in an instant, though. To hear that my new master meant to use me for his pleasure after turning my bottom into a blaze of agony should have made me hate him, shouldn’t it?