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)
When I had obeyed, my eyes wide, the doctor nodded to Gamma.
“Go ahead, Mr. Gamma.”
I watched my huge, handsome new master adjust the controls. Suddenly, every nerve ending in my body seemed to come alive. The soft sheets beneath me felt like silk against my hypersensitive skin. The cool air of the room brushing against my hardened nipples made me gasp. Even the imaginary weight of Gamma’s gaze on my naked form sent shivers of pleasure rippling through me.
“As you can see,” Dr. Ashcroft observed, noting my reaction, “Miss Tessara is extremely responsive. This level of sensitivity can be quite overwhelming if maintained for extended periods. Just consider that without a governor, a sensually inclined woman like Miss Tessara feels this sort of arousal all the time.”
I writhed on the bed, overcome by returned sensation. Every movement, every breath, seemed to stoke the fire building within me. I could feel my pulse throbbing in my clit, my cunny clenching rhythmically around nothing. It was maddening, this heightened state of arousal, and I could hardly believe it only represented what I had felt normally until only a few minutes ago.
I couldn’t help myself. As Dr. Ashcroft continued his clinical explanation of the governor’s functions, my hand crept back between my thighs of its own accord. My fingers found my terribly sensitive private lips, still swollen and sensitive from Gamma’s earlier attentions. I bit my lip hard, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape as I began to stroke myself.
I tried to make the room around me fade away as I focused on the exquisite sensations radiating from my cunny. Every movement of my body compounded the pleasure and the need. Each subtle shift of a limb sent a new pulse of pleasure through my body.
I let my eyes drift closed, losing myself in the rhythm of my own fingers. The wet sounds of my arousal seemed impossibly loud to my ears, and I prayed that the men wouldn’t notice. My hips began to move of their own accord, rising to meet each stroke of my fingers.
As I worked myself toward what I hoped would be a mind-shattering climax, I became aware of the subtle scents filling the air around me. The musky aroma of Gamma’s alien skin lingered, mingling with the clean, clinical smell of the doctor’s sterile instruments. Beneath it all was the unmistakable scent of sex—my own arousal and the lingering traces of Gamma’s release inside me.
The combination of sensory inputs intoxicated me. I felt my inner walls begin to flutter, the telltale tightening in my lower belly signaling my approaching orgasm. My movements became more frantic, my breathing ragged as I chased my release.
Just as I teetered on the edge of bliss, Dr. Ashcroft’s voice cut through my haze of arousal. “As you can see, Mr. Gamma, your new concubine Tessara is extremely responsive.”
My eyes flew open in shock and mortification. Both men were looking directly at me, their gazes intense as they took in my flushed skin and the obvious movement of my hand between my thighs. I froze, caught in the act of pleasuring myself without permission.
Dr. Ashcroft continued as if nothing were amiss, his tone remaining clinically detached. “Given her high level of sensitivity and obvious proclivity for sexual stimulation, I would recommend keeping her governor set to level five most of the time. This will help teach her her place and reinforce her dependence on you for sexual gratification.”
I let out a whimper, unable to stifle the sound as the two men discussed my fate so casually. My hand stilled between my thighs, but I couldn’t bring myself to withdraw it completely. The ache of unfulfilled desire pulsed through me, making it hard to focus on anything else.
Dr. Ashcroft’s lips thinned into a disapproving line as he regarded me. “Additionally, Mr. Gamma,” he said, his tone sharp, “I would recommend that you discipline Miss Tessara immediately for this transgression. As I believe I’ve made clear, attempting to pleasure herself without permission is a serious offense for a Prosperian woman.”
My breath caught in my throat as I waited for Gamma’s response. Would he punish me again, so soon after our intimate encounter?
“I recommend you turn her governor to zero as an immediate punitive measure,” Dr. Ashcroft continued, his clinical gaze sweeping over my trembling form. “This will effectively shut down all pleasurable sensations in her erogenous zones, leaving her in a state of sensory deprivation that Prosperian women learn to associate with their duty of submission.”
I felt my eyes widen in horror at the thought. To be cut off entirely from physical pleasure seemed a fate worse than any beating.
The doctor wasn’t finished, however. “Following that, I would suggest a thorough spanking to reinforce the lesson. Perhaps even an introduction to the cane, if you feel it necessary. Prosperian women learn quickly that unauthorized self-stimulation leads to swift and severe consequences.”