Chosen by the Governor (4 page)

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“She has a fascinating external clitoris,” said Dr. Han, who held a clamp in his hand. “We’re going to stimulate it and induce an intense orgasm. We wish to further our understanding of this Earthling’s physiology. Her sexual abilities. However, she has refused to cooperate and Dr. Curzon has been spanking her.”

“You were going to stimulate her with that?” Marco grimaced. The clamp wasn’t delicate and if placed on her tiny nub would no doubt cause a degree of discomfort. Her clitoris was small, but unlike the Vendu females, it was visible. In his pants, his cock twitched, aching to be freed. The sight of a bound woman with a red bottom and dripping pussy was tantamount to torture for his libido. He breathed deeply and concentrated on keeping his penis out of sight. What the hell had she done to him?

“Please,” she pleaded. “I’ve asked them to leave me alone.”

Her face was flushed bright pink and her nipples stood up erect. Everything about her shouted the opposite to what she was saying. “Don’t you want to orgasm?” he queried, bemused by her quandary. “It won’t harm you.”

She batted her eyelids and her mouth open and shut several times. “But… this isn’t right. I haven’t agreed to this exam.”

“You’ve been spanked and you’re ashamed, obviously.” He walked around to stand by her head and with the tip of his finger, brushed aside a loose strand of hair from her face. “I can see you are conflicted.”

“You’re the governor of this colony?” she asked, raising her head.

He nodded. His new promotion gave him power over everyone at Tagra. Well, almost everyone. He shot a glance at Dr. Han, who remained ready to strike with his clamp.

“Then you can tell them to stop.” She reached out and touched his sleeve.

“It’s not that simple. I don’t have jurisdiction over Dr. Han. He has special dispensation to conduct studies on aliens. You must comply, I’m afraid, or else you will be handed over to me for punishment.”

“Punishment!” She stiffened and dropped her hand.

“I will have you spanked even harder and with something more than a hand. Spanking is common here and it is how prisoners are disciplined on Tagra. Even the prisoners discipline each other with the whip or rod. It prevents the breakdown of law and order. Now, let the doctor finish his examination and it will be done.” He nodded to the medic.

“No, please. Not that clamp. It will hurt. I’m so tender and sensitive. How can you possibly know what that thing will do to me if you’ve never encountered my physiology before?” She captured his sleeve again and tugged on it. “Please. There has to be another way.”

Marco licked his lips. Her soulful eyes called out to him. He’d not seen eyes like them—light and translucent, they glimmered under the lights. Every morsel of her curvaceous body had awakened him. That he had spent years hunting for a suitable companion and it was a prisoner who ignited his yearnings, not his own kind, was ironic. He would have to resist. She would never survive the demands he’d place upon her. Vendu women were bred to accommodate their men. An Earthling was not.

“You want her to orgasm?” he asked the medic. “Does it matter how she is stimulated?”

“No. I suppose not. What do you have in mind?”

“How will you make your measurements?”

“The best approach is to insert probes into her vagina and anus, then force her clitoris to achieve a climax. That is our preferred method. It works on most prisoners. However, she is different.” Dr. Han shrugged. “It is harmless. We hadn’t anticipated she would make such an issue. She’s been in stasis for weeks and probably needs the release,” he smirked.

“As you stated, she’s different,” Marco noted. “Perhaps she doesn’t have the need for relief. We, the Vendu, require regular sex. Humans, from what I’ve read, are… choosy.”

She muttered. “Damn right.”

Marco desperately wanted to touch her. To feel the wetness that leaked out of her pussy and stroked her clitoris. To be the first Vendu to induce an orgasm in an Earthling was an honorable accolade. He’d watched those strange images, seen how Earth men used their hands and mouth to excite their women. With Vendu women a hard fuck was always necessary to bring a woman to a climax. He cleared his throat. “I’ll do it. If you don’t mind?” he spoke to the medics, but at the same time, he reached down and squeezed her hand.

Dr. Han and Dr. Curzon glanced at each other, then both shrugged in unison. “As you wish,” said Dr. Han and he dropped the clamp on a nearby tray. “I can insert the probes—”

“No, I’ll do that,” said Marco. To feel them slip into her tight holes and imagine it was his thick cock in their place—it was an opportunity he couldn’t miss. After today, she would disappear into the vast penal colony and he would have to try hard to forget her. This was his chance. Perhaps, deep down, he wanted to show her a kindness. He’d not given love much thought; however, kindness he could manage.

Dr. Curzon handed him the lubricated vaginal probe. It was long, but relatively slender. “You do know how to use this?” the doctor murmured into his ear.

Marco glared back. What a stupid question. “Naturally,” he said through gritted teeth while squirting a generous amount of lubricant on the probe. “I won’t need gloves either,” he said when Dr. Curzon held out a pair. “Now step back and let me make her comfortable.”

“Ready, Freya?” he asked, leaning over her. “Try to relax.”

“Easy for you to say,” she replied. She inhaled deeply—he saw her ribs rise and her nipples crest on the wave of a long exhale.

“Good.” He pressed the smooth end of the dildo against her pussy and the soft lips spread, opening up as he slid the metallic probe into her channel. She gasped, her mouth gaping open, and closed her eyes.

With the sheen of the metal disappearing inside her, he delved deeper and drove the dildo into her wetness as if it was his thrusting cock. Then he stilled his hand, resisting the temptation to fuck her with the probe. She was vulnerable and at his mercy, but he wanted her to trust him and not fear what he might do to her. “Well done. Now, I’m going to touch your clitoris and at the same time insert the probe into your back passage.”

“Oh, please be gentle,” she moaned, twisting against the restraints.

“I’m not punishing you, Freya,” he reminded her. “This is not about pain. I want you to impress these medics with your orgasm. Show them what an Earthling can do.”

He smothered the small plug with lube. The base of it was fitted with a wide stopper to prevent her tight muscles sucking it in too deep. Otherwise, it was as thick as two thumbs and the length of his middle finger. He stroked her puckered hole with the tip and in response, her little entrance flexed. She wanted this. He could see the battle inside her. With his other hand, he stroked her clitoris and it swelled at the merest touch of his thumb. As he made circular movements, it peaked out of its protective hood. Behind him, Dr. Han murmured his approval. Round and round, Marco rubbed, moving his hand faster, while below, he pressed the plug against her bottom hole.

With a soft cry, she gave in and the plug slid in rapidly, far quicker than he anticipated. She jerked and her eyes sprang open.

“Now, Freya. I want you to come strong and hard. For as long as you can manage. Because, I’m going to feel you come with my mouth.” Unable to resist the tempting sight before him, he crouched between her legs and opened his mouth to envelop her clitoris.

“No, no!” she screeched.

Marco paused, on the cusp of kissing her nub. “Freya. Do you want me to stop and let these medics loose on you?”

He guessed the answer before she gave it.

* * *

Let those doctors touch her? Never.

The governor’s appearance had mortified Freya. The man she’d met on the flight, whose dark eyes and steely voice had charmed her out of her shell, was now poised to lick her clitoris into an orgasm. She shouted no, when she meant something quite different. If it weren’t for the presence of the doctors she would have invited this amazing looking man to do more to her. She found him intriguing, physically attractive, and downright bossy. And he was right; she would show them how she could orgasm. How she could make it last. Even with her limited experience of sex, she could do this. Her pride had won out over her shame.

He tickled her with his tongue and she was close to exploding. The butt plug, which she never imagined she could tolerate, had filled her. The sense of weight down there was immense and the tip of the probe knocked at her cervix, almost painfully, but not so she wished it was gone.

When her eyes involuntarily sprang open, she spied Dr. Curzon concentrating on the screens that displayed spikes and troughs as her body excited the probes. Her electricity was real and visible. She was hot and alive, and close to an incredible climax. Dr. Han, on the other hand, couldn’t stop watching her wriggle and struggle with her restraints. She fisted her hair into her hands and tugged on the locks. The governor, Marco, the man who ruled the colony, was flicking his tongue around her clitoris. The fluttering sensation was divine and she clenched the probe in her pussy, producing another spike on the screen.

The soft line of his lips captured her whole clitoris and he sucked it hard, in and out, using a mesmerizing rhythm.

“Oh, fuck!” That was close, too close and she nearly came. Why she wanted to hold off, to make it more powerful than ever, had to do with his ability to keep her on the edge. This man, whoever he was, this Vendu warrior, was no stranger to keeping a woman going. He might never have touched a clit like hers, but he had some insight into how to tame it and make it his.

“I’m coming,” she panted. “Oh, please, please…” What? She’d no idea what she wanted.

He kissed her clit hard before calling out, “Come. Freya. Now.” He pecked her between each word, then as she responded, releasing her pent-up emotions, he fluttered his tongue once again.

Her leg muscles cramped, especially the bound calves. She screamed loudly, almost ridiculously and bucked her bottom up and down on the edge of the table. Marco rose, defeated by her wriggling and instead of tormenting her with his tongue, he chose to use the vast expanse of his palm to rub her mound just above her clitoris. The technique was overwhelming. She couldn’t stop coming.

“Yes,” he growled. “Keep it going.”

She arched her back and shoved her bottom down. Marco leaned over her and sucked on her nipples, keeping her orgasm in play, never letting it die down.

Then, she collapsed. Exhausted by the intense release and the long spell in hibernation, which had left her easily weakened, she lost control of her emotions and wept. She pressed her hands to her tear-streaked face, barely aware of the probes being removed or Marco insisting the restraints be loosened. He lowered her legs and lifted her into a sitting position. She sobbed as her face crushed against his shirt, drenching it in tears.

“Is this normal?” Dr. Han stuttered in the background. “I’ve no mention of crying in the medical articles I read. Perhaps, we’ve not understood Earthlings—”

“Sh,” Marco said. He stroked her back. “What do you expect? She’s here as a prisoner, alone and isolated, and she’s just had an intense sexual release with strangers watching and you expect her to leap around with joy?”

“Well, yes, to be frank,” Dr. Han scratched the thin layer of hairs on his head.

Freya sniffed and lifted her head. “I’m okay. Thank you. You’re right. It’s all a bit much. But,” she lowered her voice, not wanting the other two men to hear, “you did that really well. Like you knew what to do.”

The governor eased her away from him. He looked a little awkward as he brushed her tears off his shirt. “It was better than the clamp then?”

She smiled. The first real happy smile since her capture back on Earth. “Yes.”

“Good. I might keep that clamp in reserve though.”

She flashed a startled stare at him. “Why?” she asked cautiously.

“I’m always on the lookout for new ways to punish prisoners. It’s something of an area of specialty for me.”

She squeezed her aching legs together, conscious of the buzz still emanating from her pussy. “Punish? I’ve not done anything wrong!” She shuffled back on the table.

Marco held up his hand. “No. You haven’t. Don’t worry, at least, not until you’re in trouble. Then you’ll find out. So, be good.” He wagged his finger at her. “Will you promise to play safe out there?”

It was a prison; what did he expect from her? “Sure, as safe as I can.”

He briefly furrowed his eyebrows as if dissatisfied with her answer. “I’ll expect it.”

Was he her friend or foe? She really couldn’t tell.

He turned to the medics. “That’s it. You’ve had your research. Let her go now. Agreed?” He stood over Dr. Han and bore down on him.

Freya waited anxiously.

“Agreed.” Dr. Han nodded slowly. “Although, if my boss comes back with more questions, I might have to call her back for further studies.”

“You run that by me too. I want to know.” Marco glanced over his shoulder at her. “Off you go. It’s time you met some other prisoners and found your way around.”

Chapter Four

The governor left once she was back on her feet. Swaying, she clutched her hot ass and gave it a rub. The clothes left out for her to wear—a short dress with spaghetti straps and a thong—were unbelievably skimpy. “That’s it?” she remarked.

Dr. Curzon shrugged. “It’s hot out there. You won’t need anything else.”

The guard outside had gone, so Dr. Curzon escorted her back to the man who’d processed her arrival. He summoned another soldier to take her to her accommodation. The new soldier pulled on a beret and snatched at her arm. She yanked it away. “You don’t need to hold me. I’m not going to run away.”

“This way.” He gestured to a door.

The heat hit her: dry, acrid, and blown about on a blustery wind. Her dress swirled up and dust waltzed about her feet. She shut her mouth tight, trying to avoid swallowing the dirt-filled air. He guided her along a paved road, leading her away from the air-conditioned building and down into the valley below, where at least it appeared greener. She glanced behind her and there on the plateau above them was Tagra city. An idyllic haven in the midst of a harsh landscape. She spotted palm trees and a waterfall cascading down the sides of a glass building, all tucked away behind the domed shield.