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)
“Arms at your sides,” Gamma instructed. “Let the doctor see you.”
Slowly, I lowered my arms. I kept my eyes squeezed shut, unable to bear the weight of their scrutiny. The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the pounding of my heart in my ears.
“Excellent,” Dr. Porter murmured. “Now, Miss Tessara, open your eyes and look at me.”
Reluctantly, I opened my eyes, meeting Dr. Porter’s intense gaze. His clinical appraisal made me feel absolutely helpless, as if he could see not just my naked body but into the very depths of my being.
“Mr. Gamma,” Dr. Porter said, his tone businesslike, “I believe it will be best if you transfer control of Miss Tessara’s governor to myself and Mrs. Porter for the duration of her stay at the academy. This will allow us to modulate her responses as needed for her education.”
I felt my breath catch in my throat. The idea of these strangers having such intimate control over my body sent a shiver down my spine.
Gamma nodded, reaching into his pocket for his handheld device. “Of course, Doctor. I trust your judgment completely.”
With a few taps on the screen, Gamma transferred control of my governor. The falling tone that signaled the completion of the transfer seemed to echo in the quiet room.
“Excellent,” Dr. Porter said, producing his own device. “Now, Miss Tessara, I’m going to adjust your governor to level seven. As you heard previously, this is our standard setting for students here at the academy.”
As he spoke, I felt a sudden surge of sensation between my legs. The constant, low-level arousal I had grown accustomed to since the governor’s installation suddenly intensified. Heat bloomed in my core, spreading outward until my entire body felt flushed and hypersensitive.
“Oh!” I gasped, unable to contain my reaction. My thighs clenched involuntarily as I struggled to process the new level of stimulation.
Dr. Porter’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile. “Yes, it can be quite intense at first. You’ll grow accustomed to it in time. Now, let’s proceed with your evaluation.”
From the table beside his chair, he retrieved a long, slender pointer. My eyes widened as he approached, the implement held loosely in his hand.
“Let’s start with your breasts,” Dr. Porter said, using the pointer to indicate my chest. “Quite lovely. Full, yet perky. The nipples are a pleasing shade of pink and seem quite responsive.”
As if to demonstrate his point, he lightly tapped one nipple with the tip of the pointer. I couldn’t suppress a small moan as the sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
“Very good,” he murmured. “Now, turn around slowly. Let me see your bottom.”
Cheeks burning, I complied, turning in a slow circle.
“Ah, excellent,” Dr. Porter commented. “A nicely rounded posterior, perfect for both pleasure and discipline. Mr. Gamma, you’ll find this bottom most satisfying to spank.”
The pointer traced the curve of my buttocks, making me shiver. “Now, bend over and spread your legs, Miss Tessara. I need to examine your more intimate areas.”
Trembling, I obeyed. I bent over, placing my hands on my knees and spreading my legs as Dr. Porter had instructed. The position left me completely available, my most intimate parts on display for both men to examine. A wave of mortification washed over me, but beneath it lurked a current of shameful excitement that made my breath catch.
“Excellent,” Dr. Porter murmured, his clinical gaze sweeping over my bared flesh. The tip of his pointer traced along my inner thigh, sending shivers through my body. “Now, let’s take a closer look at your feminine charms, Miss Tessara.”
I felt the cool wood of the pointer part my nether lips, exposing my most sensitive areas to Dr. Porter’s scrutiny. A whimper escaped my throat as he tapped lightly against my clitoris, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. The governor, set to its new higher level, allowed the sensation to bloom within me rather than dampening it as before.
“Very nice,” Dr. Porter commented. “Quite responsive. And I must say, Mr. Gamma, I’m pleased to see that Miss Tessara’s intimate areas are already smooth and hairless. Did you have this done before bringing her to us?”
“No,” Gamma replied, his deep voice sending another shiver down my spine. “That’s how she came to me from the Vionian ship.”
“Ah, I see,” Dr. Porter said. “Well, you’ll be pleased to know that we maintain this state of smoothness for all our pupils. Regularly scheduled depilation treatments ensure that our young ladies remain bare and inviting for their future husbands.”
I felt my face grow even hotter at his words, imagining myself subjected to such intimate grooming on a regular basis. The thought was mortifying, yet it sent a pulse of heat through my whole body.
“In fact,” Dr. Porter continued, “we extend this practice to include the anal cleavage as well. A smooth bottom is not only more aesthetically pleasing but also more hygienic and conducive to certain intimate activities.”