Olivia's Guardian (3 page)

“Caleb, slow down! Goodness, are you some sort of racecar driver? I’ve never known anyone to drive so fast.”

“Fast? Damn, Olivia, if you think this is fast, I better be sure to never truly floor it, you’ll die of fright. Here we are. Now, hold on, I’ll help you.”

Pulling into the parking lot, he stopped and dove out of the car. Before she could even begin to release the straps, he was there helping her, and then gathered her up in his arms.

“Whoa! Caleb, take it easy, slow down. Remember, my stomach is killing me.”

“All the more reason to get you in there quickly.”

He carried her inside and a few minutes later they were in an exam room. Caleb stood off to the side while the doctor ran a bio-scan.

“Hmmm, excess matter in the gastrointestinal tract,” Dr. Archer said with a frown. “Olivia, did you follow all of the pre-regen requirements?”

“All?” she squeaked, swallowing hard. “I… um, well… I think I covered most of them.”

He grunted. “You ate after midnight the night before the regen, didn’t you? No, don’t bother answering; it’s the only thing that could have caused digestive blockage! There’s also signs of sexual activity. Why, Olivia, you old cougar, you.”

“What?” she squealed louder. “Oh, Um, well, you see…”

“What are you two talking about?” Caleb said. “If you think she and I… that we… no, absolutely not! We just met.”

Archer’s eyebrows went up. “Oh? Ahhh, engaging in a bit of… personal fun, eh, old girl? Well, we’ll need to check you out thoroughly once we give you some relief.”

He moved to the counter and began mixing something in a vat.

Check? Relief? Oh, that so does not sound good!

Chapter Three

Olivia’s face was beet red. She couldn’t believe her humiliation as she was held on the exam table by the extender arms. The mechanical arms forced her to kneel, head down, arms at her sides, and still-red butt high in the air. She was also buck naked! The worst part was that Caleb was still there.

“Dr. Archer, pleeease, make him leave! Shit, we only just met,” she whined.

Smack!
The doctor gave her a firm slap to her bottom. “Olivia, hush. He needs to be here to see how to do this. Caleb, she’s going to need daily enemas for at least a week, and then bring her back for a follow-up exam. It’s vital that she get cleaned out properly. If not, the material will fester inside her, and then she’s looking at serious trouble.”

“How serious?” he said.

“Her intestines could become infected and literally die. All right, Olivia, deep breath, and try to relax,” Dr. Archer said, spreading her cheeks.

Olivia groaned. His gloved hands touched her, the second man to touch her ass in one day. Then came the cold lubricant, the nozzle entered her, and then the flow began. She whined and squeaked as she was filled. It felt like a gallon was flowing into her body, and yet it kept coming.

She just died!

Finally, when she truly thought she was going to pop, he stopped and stuffed a massive plug in her. She squeaked as she felt her anus stretching, the ribs of the plug sort of clicking their way inside her, all four of them, each bigger than the one before. That damn plug was now well seated inside her and wasn’t going anywhere. A button was pushed, the arms shifted her as they held her tightly, and she was rolled over and her legs spread wide.

“Hey, what’s going on? Come on, I need to go!”

Archer knelt between her legs. “You’ll go when it’s time to go. That medicine needs to sit inside you for at least thirty minutes. Remember that, Caleb. Now, let’s get you checked out.”

She gasped as an icy cold speculum entered her and her lips were spread wide. The doctor reached inside her with a small device, and he stroked and probed her clit and inner cavity with the instrument. That it also vibrated as he moved it about further drove her wild.

“Oh! Doctor, noooo, please, I’m okay, I was just… I was…”

He chuckled. “Oh, I know what you were ‘just,’ young lady, but here’s the thing, once more you forgot the pre-regen instructions. Sexual activity is ill-advised the first day after emerging from your pupa. Your body is still very sensitive. So, we need to ensure you haven’t damaged yourself.”

He continued to probe, the various devices ticking and stimulating her clit and g-spot, and embarrassing her more than she’d ever known. What she didn’t understand was why she also felt herself getting damp. Her abdomen clenched and tightened as her breathing sped up, and then it ended. She almost screamed in frustration as she opened her eyes to see the doctor stepping away from her. Taking several deep breaths, she tried to calm down, and then the arms released her.

“What’s the word, Doc, can I take our girl home?” Caleb said.

The doctor grabbed a hospital gown and held it out to her. “Yeah, she’s okay, but she’ll also need to watch her diet for a while. I’ll have the nutritionist give you some things for her. Now, this is important, she has to eat
only
these foods for a week, and she has to eat everything at each meal. The old ‘clean your plate’ rule. Don’t be afraid of being stern with her on this point, it’s vital.”

“You got it!”

“Oh, and that reminds me, failure to follow pre-regen protocols is a very serious offense. I trust you’ll… attend to that at once?”

“Um, now?” Caleb said.

He chuckled. “No, go home, let her
go
, and then deal with it, but I expect you to
deal
with it, clear?”

“Yes, sir,” Caleb said firmly.

Olivia finished dressing and groaned again.
Shit, one day with this big lug and I’ll getting beaten right and left!
“Can we go now? I want to get this… stuff out of me!”

The doctor gave Caleb the mix for her enemas, they stopped at the nutritionist to get her food, and then they drove home. Olivia squirmed and groaned the whole way. She felt so blessed full she truly thought she might pop, and the plug was absolutely miserable.

Once home, she slowly made her way inside while Caleb got the box of food and medical supplies in and stowed, and then he turned to her.

“Come here and get across my lap,” he said, sitting and gesturing to her.

She stiffened and backed away. “What? No, not again, not now, I need to go!”

He chuckled. “I know; that’s what I’m going to help you with. I’ll get the plug out.”

“Across your lap? Ohhh, all right,” she groaned.

Shuffling over to him, she hoisted herself up and across his large lap. She blushed as he slid her scrubs down, parted her cheeks, and worked at getting the plug out.

“Now, remember, clench hard, and hold it until you get to the bathroom.”

“I will, I will, just hurry,” she snapped.

It popped, she grimaced and tightened her muscles, and he helped her up. She let her pants drop and ran for the toilet. Her modesty was the last thing on her mind.

When she was done and dressed, she slowly made her way back to find him sitting in the living room.

“So, Olivia, now we come to the other matter,” he said simply.

“Caleb, pleeease, can we not do this now? I know a penalty is called for because I violated the regen laws, but I’m sore and I feel miserable. Cut me some slack, okay?”

He chewed his lip. “Well, tell you what, I’ll wait until morning on one condition: you take your punishment without complaint.”

She nodded furiously. “Yes, yes, anything, I promise! Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“You are most welcome. Now, how about you lie down and rest? You’ve had quite a day. I’m going to see about fixing your door.”

“Oh? Um, I have tools and supplies in the garage. Wow, doing manual labor and not using a mecha, you’re quite the old-fashioned fellow.”

He nodded. “Yes, I am; I’ll see what I can find.”

Olivia plodded to her room and flopped on the bed. Never had her bed felt so good, and sleep came quickly.

* * *

Caleb slipped his shoes off and tiptoed down the hall. Once he was sure Olivia was asleep, he went to his room, locked the door, and got out his recorder, which was disguised as a pen.

“Agent Green, report one, local stardate 060532. I have successfully assumed the identity of a native and completed phase one of my mission. I can confirm that the inhabitants do indeed have a process for extending their lifespan. They call it regeneration or regen for short. Details are still sketchy, but when an individual reaches an elderly age, typically in their eighties, they report to a regen center and enter something called a pupa. A month later, they emerge, and their body has been restored to about age twenty. Given their physical limitations, they are assigned a guardian, typically a close family member, for around two years while their body grows to full maturity.”

While he included the fact that he was one such guardian, he omitted the details about corporal punishment. He knew, despite agency regulations regarding report confidentiality that his handler would make that little tidbit known throughout the office. He moved on and just let it go.

“The planet appears to have initially followed the standard colonization process, they even had the normal post-colonization baby boom, but things changed almost a century later. I would deduce that it was the discovery of the regen process that led to the societal shift. Their med tech is level one plus, they have devices I can’t begin to figure out. Infrastructure is about level four, simple hover vehicles and roads, and daily life is around level eight, which, if memory serves is mid twentieth century on old Earth. Also, people have no drive or ambition and virtually no family life, no children. No passion! Long life has made them no longer appreciate what it means to be alive. They jealously guard their personal privacy. Other than for medical purposes, they have no computers, not even for government uses. They have books, paper reports, and documents, and no internet or global network.”

That was quite the saving grace for Caleb. His background check had amounted to a phone call to their version of the FBI to see if he had a criminal record.

“They even have an audiovisual entertainment system the like of which I’ve only ever seen in a museum. Regen is a trap, like narcotics, and I’m beginning to question the validity of this mission. However, I will do my duty.”

He finished and put the device in the cute little desk under the window. That was something he’d noticed about the whole house: everything was cute and feminine. There were no signs of Olivia’s husband, or any other man in her life.

Maybe she’s a lesbian. That would minimize the chances of any romantic entanglements.

He decided to walk the grounds again. Now was a chance to check it out more in depth. Strolling around the house, he found the flowerbeds out back, but little in the way of gardening or flora. The neighbors all remained indoors, despite the cool afternoon weather. The planet was in its early summer and very comfortable. He noticed that the neighbors, most of them couples of near identical ages (although there was one exception), would come to the window, look at him, and then walk away.

Hmmm, am I that boring? It’s clear that one person gets a regen and then their spouse a few years later. The old folks on the right look like they’re in the middle of the process. He’s a young man, and she’s just about due.

Heading down to the lake, he saw that a dozen homes ringed the shore. All had docks and boats, but no one was using them. Again he was confused. It was a beautiful day; why not get out on the water?

He turned and studied the house. At first glance, it just seemed like an average home. Yet, his agent skills told him something was amiss. He drew closer and stared at the eaves. They were wooden ones, cut into a dragon’s tooth pattern and painted a deep green.

Then the answer came to him.

Repairs had been done to the house over the years. The wood had rotted in places and been replaced. Yet, it was always kept the same pattern, the same color, and he saw pencil marks from the carpenters where they’d made notes on the underside of the timbers. The notes included the dates of the repairs, and they went back a
long
time; nothing had changed about the house in at least a century!

Damn, talk about being stuck in a rut. These people aren’t living, they merely exist, and it seems like a boring existence at that. If I lived here, I’d shake things up a bit.

As the two suns hung low in the sky, the primary was about to set, and he knew it was close to dinnertime. He hustled into the kitchen and got their respective meals ready.

* * *

Olivia’s nose tickled. She awoke to her mouth watering at the lovely aromas wafting in from the kitchen. Getting up, she changed into a red and white striped blouse and red shorts, and then ambled to the kitchen. She groaned again, this time in emotional pain.

None of the food was for her.

She sighed and climbed into the booster seat, and wiggled. The lingering sting in her bottom was quite delicious.

“Um, Caleb, what’s that you’re cooking? Smells wonderful.”

“What? Oh, this? Um, just a little something my mom taught me.”

“Well, if it tastes only half as good as it smells, it must be incredible. How about a taste?”

“Now, Olivia, you know what the doctor said, only your special food for a week.”

“Aw, come on, one bite won’t hurt,” she whined.

“No, we have to stick to protocol.”

She crossed her arms and pouted. “Meanie!”

“I’m just trying to be a good guardian,” he said with a smile.

He
did
have such a nice smile. However, she did frown at the sight of her dinner. It was essentially baby food!

“I don’t want this,” she complained, pushing the tray away.

“Well, that’s all you’re getting, and you will eat it, every bite! Now, if you like, I’ll eat in another room or even put my meal aside so as to not bother you, but you’re eating your dinner, or else.”

Olivia gasped. “You wouldn’t dare!”