Owning His Bride (3 page)

On the sixth evening she sat on the bed in her cell, holding the blue handkerchief to her chest as she wondered if Officer Makin had changed his mind. Part of her hoped he had. The lights shut off and all of Block C was plunged into darkness. She heard the usual night sounds from the women nearby, some crying, some snoring, and some talking to themselves.

Would Officer Makin really claim her as his bride tomorrow? She’d seen him around a few times during the last week as he kept patrol, but he hadn’t made more than a brief eye contact with her. Since he hadn’t spoken to her again, she kept thinking he’d found another inmate he preferred over her. She rocked back and forth on her bed, trying to calm her nerves.

The warden would gladly pick her as his wife. She knew without a doubt the horrible man still wanted her, still wished to make her suffer and use her to satiate his dark lusts. How many more scars would he add to her thighs?

She became so lost in her misery that she didn’t hear footsteps approaching. She tensed though at the sound of her cell door creaking open. Eyes wide, she tried to discern the identity of the large man entering her space. The warden? Officer Makin? Damn the darkness, she only saw the shape of him.

Out of preservation and habit, she retreated to the darkest corner of her cell, the place she always tried to curl up into when she wanted to hide from the warden. Except it never worked. He always found her.

“Becca, it’s me. Officer Makin.” He lifted her out of her corner and placed her on the bed.

“I-I was afraid you were… him.” Oh, God, he was here. She wished it wasn’t dark, wished she could look into his eyes one last time to try to discern whether or not he was trustworthy. The dim overhead night lights in the corridor had burned out two days ago, and she suspected replacing the bulbs wasn’t high on anyone’s agenda.

He covered her hands with his, just as he’d done six days ago after he spanked her.

The moment hit her hard. If he still picked her, she would be leaving the prison tomorrow. Tears prickled in her eyes at the thought. All the pain and loneliness of the last two years converged in her heart, and she found herself seeking out Officer Makin in the darkness, putting one of her hands on top of his. The air around them seemed to electrify.

She didn’t know why he’d come into her cell, but now that he was here she wished he would stay all night.

“You’re too sweet, Becca, you don’t belong here. Well, I doubt most of the women here actually belong here, but you really don’t belong here.”

Hope started to bloom. He realized most of the women didn’t belong here. He didn’t think she belonged here, and she sensed he believed the port authority’s judicial system to be unjust. This little fact made her trust him just a bit more.

“Are-are you ever going to use a strap on me?” She didn’t know how else to word her question. What she really wished to ask was, “Are you going to punish me severely?”

“Becca, I expect any wife of mine to be obedient. I want a very traditional marriage, and I will expect you to show me respect and follow my lead. In return, I will take care of you and most important, get you out of this place, get you away from the warden. He saw the video feed and he’s furious, but there’s nothing he can do when I name you as my bride tomorrow.”

He hadn’t answered her question about the strap, and she took that to mean yes, he might be harsh with her. But all the other things he said sounded so nice, and she dared to believe her life with him might become a happy one, or at the very least the lesser of two evils.

Through the darkness, he cupped her face and stroked her cheek. She leaned into his touch, wishing she were closer to him, wishing he would circle his arms around her and hug her. How fucking sad was it that she just wanted someone to hug her?

“Tomorrow I will name you as my bride, Becca, and then we will leave for Merro. I’ve made all the arrangements and a temporary house will be placed on the island until a larger structure is built.” He stroked her cheek again. “Try to get some sleep. Tomorrow at this time the prison will be but a fading memory.”

* * *

Hunter reveled in the warden’s look of fury when he stood before the council members to accept his payout, enough credits to buy two islands on Merro if he wished. But one would do. He wasn’t greedy, and he anticipated his quiet life on the island with Becca. He stared into the warden’s eyes and smiled, then cleared his throat to get the council’s attention.

“I have decided to take responsibility for one of the inmates. I request prisoner 343C to become my wife.” He couldn’t say her name, because the council might suspect some grand love affair. The women here were nothing but objects to them, and the council members had even recently voted to begin selling the inmates to rich entrepreneurs from Earth who made the journey to Kemmius, as slaves or wives. The whole practice disgusted Hunter, yet here he was asking for ownership of inmate 343C.

“Request granted,” the man in the center said in a bored nasally tone, not even glancing up. “The prisoner will be brought in for her medical release exam and then she will meet you at the chapel. Thank you for your service on Kemmius.”

“I would like to be present during her medical exam.” The thought of some doctor touching her without him being present made his blood boil. Besides that, he feared she would resist the doctor and earn herself a punishment before they left the prison. The idea of another man taking his future bride in hand left him violently angry, and he felt emotions he hadn’t felt since he left Earth.

The lead council member exchanged a glance with his cohorts, four other men who sat on either side of him. The man sighed and shrugged. “An odd request, but very well. Go to medical and your bride will be brought up shortly. Thank you again for your service.”

Hunter brushed past the warden, giving the man another smug smile as he left. He reached medical just as Officer Rembrandt, a former police officer from Alabama who Hunter had grown to admire during the last few years, escorted Becca down the hall. He met them halfway and took her arm, dismissing his friend and wishing him luck when his own service contract ended in six months.

Becca stared at Hunter warily. “He said I’m being taken for a medical exam. Why? I’m not sick.”

“It’s standard procedure before they release you. To make sure you’re in good health. Nothing to worry about. I’ll stay with you the whole time, Becca.” He guided her into the medical ward.

An elderly doctor greeted them and showed them into a small room. A table with stirrups attached to the end caught Hunter’s eye, and his cock swelled at the mental image of Becca spread upon the surface with her legs open wide and her feminine virtues on display.

She took one look at the table and tried to bolt from the room. He caught her arm and pulled her tight against his side while leading her further into the medical bay.

“I can give her something to calm her nerves. Or a sedative. That’s what I normally do.”

She stared at Hunter pleadingly and trembled in his hold.

He shook his head at the doctor. “No drugs. She’s going to be a good girl, aren’t you, Becca?” He leaned down to whisper into her ear. “Of course, if she’s uncooperative, I can thrash her and she can take her medical exam with a red, punished bottom.” He spoke lowly so only Becca heard his threat. She glanced from him to the table. Tears glistened in her pretty blue eyes.

“Please, Officer Makin. Please tell him I’m already healthy enough and that I don’t need this exam.”

“Inmate, this exam is mandatory. We must make sure you’re fit enough for interplanetary travel and also that you are sexually healthy. We like to assure the departing guards that the woman they’ve picked is responsive enough during sex and fertile in the case her new husband wants to breed her. Please remove all your clothing and get up on the table. Scoot your bottom to the edge and place your feet in the stirrups.” The doctor turned to snap on a pair of gloves and peer over the medical instruments spread out on a nearby counter.

She had stiffened the moment he said
breed
. Defiance blazed in her eyes and she kept her lips pressed firmly together, as if she were trying to restrain herself from speaking out again.

Though she obviously wasn’t happy about this turn of events, it wasn’t possible to leave Kemmius without her taking the required exam, and Hunter preferred they get it over and done with as soon as possible. He wanted her out of this prison yesterday. Hunter himself had enough memories of prison to haunt him for the rest of his life. The sooner he left for Merro with his new bride, the better.

“Clothes off, Becca,” he said, his tone a bit cold. He yanked her gray prison issue pants down, swatting her hands when she tried to stall his efforts. Her panties came next, and he crouched down and lifted her ankles one by one to get the garments off her, slipping her tattered shoes and socks off at the same time.

He paused and stared at her thighs, taken aback by the pink crisscrossed marks, likely the result of a harsh whipping from the warden at some point in the past. His throat burned with emotion, and his blood boiled with anger directed at the warden. The man was a beast. Hunter finally recovered from the shock of seeing her scars and tossed Becca’s pants and panties on a chair beside the exam table. As he stood up, he caught the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head.

Trembling, she peered up at him with a pale face. Goosebumps raised on her arms, and she attempted to cover her dark mound, but he grasped her wrists and forced her hands to her sides.

“You’re a lovely girl, Becca.” At his compliment, she flushed and her gaze darted around the room. When she finally met his eyes again, he said, “Remove your bra and crawl up on the table. Be a good girl and obey me, or I will take you over my knee and spank you in front of the doctor.”

She hesitated and tried to shrink away. “Please, Officer Makin…” The shakiness of her voice made him ache to gather her up and carry her out of this room, but he ignored the strange tenderness swelling in his heart and nodded at her chest.

“If you make me ask again, you will be sitting uncomfortably throughout the whole journey to Merro.”

A tear trickled down her face as she reached around to unfasten her bra, and a second later it joined her clothing on the chair. She had gorgeous plump, rounded breasts that he couldn’t wait to caress, and dark pink nipples he imagined rolling between his fingers and tugging on while she whimpered.

He shook the carnal thoughts away and moved aside so she could walk to the table all on her own. He watched, hoping she obeyed. If she resisted his orders again, he would have no choice but to give her a long, hard thrashing right in this room. He didn’t want the doctor to suggest medicating her again, and if that meant he had to discipline her, then he was more than willing.

He also wanted her entirely present when they exchanged vows in the chapel, with no drugs clouding her mind.

Becca moved slowly to the table before pausing, and for a moment he worried she would try to bolt from the room once more. But at last she hoisted herself up, scooted to the edge of the surface, and after a mournful look at the stirrups, rested her feet in them. She lay on her back and closed her eyes, turning her head to the side, away from Hunter’s view. He rounded the table and stroked her face. She gave a start and her eyes shot open.

“You’re being a very good girl so far, Becca, and I’m very proud of you. Now do as the doctor says and this will be over shortly. Can you do that? Can you be my good girl?”

Her legs shook in the stirrups, and soon her whole body broke into a tremble. She seemed to have a hard time forcing her answer out. “Y-yes, sir. I will try.”

He smiled and stroked her cheek one last time, unable to resist smoothing away a fallen tear. That same strange tenderness from earlier swelled in his chest again.
I’m to be your husband and I won’t let anyone hurt you
. He almost said it.

He swallowed hard and moved away, taking up position at the foot of the table but leaving enough space for the doctor to perform his work. Her pink center was displayed in the overhead lamplight, and he took his time gazing at her pussy, aching to splay her folds apart and expose her delicate nubbin.

He suspected she would be bashful with him at first, as his bride, but quite responsive and passionate in the end. He would enjoy claiming her and making her his in every possible way.

Desire pulsed in him, devilish thoughts pushing to the front of his mind. Once they said their vows, Hunter would
own
Becca. She would belong to him by law. The idea of owning a person should’ve repulsed him, but instead it made his cock grow increasingly hard in his pants. He swallowed and lifted his gaze as the doctor strode to her side.

“We’ll begin with a breast exam. Please hold still, inmate.” The doctor commenced with her left breast, kneading two fingers around in a circle. By the time he moved on to her right breast, her nipples had tightened, turning to two stiff, rose-colored peaks. The doctor squeezed one nipple until she whimpered. He looked at Hunter. “As you can see, she’s squirming around and becoming aroused just from having her breasts touched. That’s a very good sign, and she appears healthy so far.”

Hunter could only nod. He glanced between her legs again and his breath caught at the sight. Moisture gleamed from inside her slightly parted pussy lips. He barely paid attention as the doctor performed some other less interesting parts of her exam, like looking into her eyes, ears, and mouth, and pressing down on her stomach.

“It’s standard procedure to permanently remove all hair below the waist from the inmates before they go to the chapel. Do you have any objection to this?” the doctor asked, drawing Hunter from his thoughts.

He noticed the doctor held a strange metallic device that resembled a flashlight. Becca stared at the object with wide eyes, her legs trembling harder. The thatch of hair covering her intimate parts wasn’t large, but Hunter very much wanted to see her pussy lips entirely smooth. It would make her more vulnerable to him, completely exposed. He met the doctor’s gaze and nodded. “No objection. Please proceed.”