Owning His Bride (4 page)

Becca glared at him accusingly for a brief second before closing her eyes and turning her head to the side. He couldn’t help but notice the wetness between her thighs glimmered with even more moisture. Did the shame of being spread out on the table arouse her?

He observed as the flashlight-shaped device worked wonders. The doctor shined a ray of light onto her nether region first, and the hair disappeared in a matter of seconds. Her smooth slick folds became dark pink, slightly inflamed under the ray of light. He hoped the procedure didn’t hurt her, and he rather liked the look of her bare pussy nice and pink.

As if reading Hunter’s mind, the doctor turned to him. “Most of the swelling and redness is due to her arousal. This procedure is completely painless and any slight irritation it causes should fade in a matter of hours. She is becoming so aroused and wet that I’m going to have to clean her privates before I remove the hair from her legs. She’s making a mess all over the table.”

Becca covered her face in her hands and a shudder ran through her. Hunter resisted the urge to adjust his hardened cock in his pants. God, he had to have her soon. As soon as they were alone in their quarters aboard the transport to Merro.

The doctor produced a cloth and spent a great deal of time wiping the moisture from her folds, and once she was clean he quickly guided the hair remover over her legs, leaving behind smooth and slightly pink skin. Though Becca continued shaking and whimpering, she was being such a good girl, keeping position on the table with her legs spread wide, her feet still in the stirrups.

“Next I must inspect her bottom hole to ensure she’s healthy and also to determine if she’s capable of experiencing a sexual response while her little hole is filled up. Many females become quite aroused during this part of the exam.”

At the doctor’s announcement, she clasped her thighs together and started sitting up. “No, please, don’t touch me there.”

“Becca,” Hunter warned, “get back into position.”

She shook her head. “No! This exam is over!”

He swept past the doctor and moved to her side, where he easily wrangled her ankles together. While she squirmed and unsuccessfully tried to escape him, he lifted her legs high in the air, exposing her backside and her pussy. With his free hand, he landed three firm spanks on her bottom. She cried out and ceased most of her struggling, but he continued on until he’d delivered over a dozen heavy swats, wanting to make an impression. He paused, but kept a hand on her ass. “Are you going to cooperate with the doctor, young lady? Or do I need to spank you longer and harder?”

“Pl-please stop.” She sniffled and peered between him and the doctor, her face flushing. “I promise I’ll get ba-back into position and co-cooperate.”

Hunter released her, but remained close while she placed her feet back into the stirrups and scooted her bottom to the edge of the table. Satisfied that she was under control, he backed away to give the doctor room to work.

The doctor sat on the stool and rolled himself between Becca’s legs, then immediately parted her ass cheeks to reveal her dark pink pucker. Her legs trembled and she kept her eyes closed. After trickling lubrication atop her private hole, he pressed one gloved finger into her, working his way in slowly. “Everything feels fine. She’s very tight though, and she keeps clenching down on me. I suspect she enjoys this sort of penetration. With the proper training, you will be able to claim her here. Ah, look at that. Her pussy is becoming moist again.” He began pumping and in out of her pucker, and Hunter stared breathlessly at the slickness gathering between her spread pussy lips. She was indeed becoming aroused by this treatment, and goddammit, so was Hunter. His cock throbbed and he ached to possess her right here in this room.

Finally, the doctor withdrew from her bottom and disposed of his gloves. As he donned a new pair, he eyed Becca’s center with interest.

“For the final part of the exam, I will be inspecting her vagina and checking to ensure she’s capable of having an orgasm. You don’t want a bride who won’t respond to your attentions. Not when there’s a prison full of women to pick from. If you don’t find her satisfactory, you will of course be permitted to select another female, Officer Makin. It’s not unheard of for a woman to fail the medical exam.”

Hunter shook his head. Even if the doctor couldn’t make her come, he would take Becca to the chapel. She would come for him, over and over again, he was sure of it. He would take his time teasing her, sucking on her nipples while she squirmed and pleaded, and then he would work his way down her body until his tongue darted over her slick folds. He would circle her clit, lapping at it until it became engorged and she cried out in frustration and begged him to let her come.

The doctor once again rolled himself between Becca’s legs. He urged her thighs farther apart, and Hunter stared unblinkingly at the vision she presented with her bare pussy spread wide open, all the slick pinkness within offered to the doctor as he inserted a speculum into her channel. She balled her hands into fists and took fast breaths, her eyes still closed.

“Her clit is already extremely swollen. That’s another good sign,” the doctor said, his tone of clinical detachment surprising Hunter. Of course the doctor probably saw the women as nothing more than prisoners, nameless women undeserving of any comfort or sympathy.

Hunter was a bastard for enjoying watching Becca endure this torment, but he was so enthralled by the spectacle that he couldn’t blink, let alone avert his eyes or protest the exam. He continually told himself the exam was required and this wasn’t his fault, that he shouldn’t feel guilty she had to suffer through this shameful experience. Surely this wasn’t the worst thing that had happened to her in the prison.

The doctor mumbled to himself and shined a light into her stretched pink hole. After a few minutes of inspecting her while she shuddered, and Hunter suspected, used all her self-control to remain in position, the doctor pulled the speculum from her channel and turned to Hunter. “Again, perfectly healthy. You should have no trouble breeding this female.” He cleared his throat, and for the first time since the exam began Hunter noticed excitement gleaming in the physician’s eyes. “After we observe the inmate having an orgasm, you will be free to take her to the chapel.”

Chapter Three

Becca was relieved to have that awful, big speculum out of her. Her face felt like it was flaming red, she felt so flushed and embarrassed. Now all that stood between her and the chapel was an orgasm. She gulped and peeked open one eye, sensing the doctor had moved away.

She met Hunter’s stare and her heart almost stopped. His intense gaze seared her, and she started trembling anew. Was he angry? Was she not cooperating enough with the doctor? She was trying her best, so why did he look like he was about to explode?

Hot tears gathered in her eyes, and she blinked a few times before deciding to close her eyes. Perhaps he was angry she had become so shamefully aroused during her examination. He was to be her husband, and here she was becoming wet and excited while another man touched her.

She couldn’t help it. Somehow the deep embarrassment of having to spread her legs and allow a stranger to inspect her while another stranger watched did scandalous things to her body. Perhaps her arousal was a coping mechanism. Whatever the cause of her shameful reactions, she couldn’t help it, no matter how much she tried to turn her brain off, it didn’t work.

Fear panged in her heart. Would Officer Makin make her suffer for her transgressions today? Would he beat her savagely? Add more scars to the fronts of her thighs?

At the thought of her scars, she suddenly worried he found the markings ugly and would decide at the last minute to send her back to her lonely cell. There were thousands of women in this prison, many prettier than her and without a single blemish on their body.

The doctor rolled around on his stool, coming between her legs again. He held a strange wand-like object in his hand with a large spherical head. He pressed a button and it buzzed to life, and she cried out the moment it grazed her privates. Sensation exploded and she tried to shut her legs, but Hunter shot to her side and forced her to remain spread for the doctor.

“Keep your legs open wide, Becca. I would hate to have to punish you again, right before you come.”

She couldn’t form a response, she could only thrash around and struggle against the hands holding her down and the pleasure, much too extreme, rocking through her center. The buzz of the wand vibrated through her body, causing a torturous but delightful pressure to coil in her lower stomach, and her breasts ached, needing to be touched and squeezed. She gripped the table, hoping she didn’t shame herself further by groping her own breasts. She didn’t want to come in front of the doctor and Hunter, but she didn’t know how much longer she could withstand the sensations running through her.

Hunter’s warm lips brushed across her ear. “Becca, I want you to close your eyes for me.” When she didn’t obey, he slapped the underside of her breast. She squealed and struggled harder, only to feel another sting to her breast, and a third slap to her other breast as well. The pain collided with the overwhelming pleasure twisting and pulsing outward from her clit.

“I-I can’t. Please let me go. I will come for you in private, Officer Makin, I promise.”

“Oh, you will come for me whenever I require it, Becca, in private or in public. Now close your eyes or I will slap your breasts harder, little one.”

Her eyes flew shut of their own accord, as if her body was compelled to obey his commanding voice, even though a large part of her still raged against the embarrassment of having to orgasm right here on the examination table.

Her release crashed upon her in the next moment, a violent wave of ecstasy that claimed her body. She gyrated her hips against the wand that the doctor still held to her clit. Though she was lying down, she felt lightheaded and feared she might faint upon the table.

Hunter released his grip on her and stroked a hand down her stomach. “That’s a good girl, Becca.” The pride inflected in his voice made her want to cry, but she bit her lip and held the tears in, thinking she’d cried enough for one day.

She opened her eyes and didn’t see the doctor, but she heard him moving around behind her. “This prisoner is healthy and sexually responsive, Officer Makin. Aside from those scars on her thighs, she’s quite attractive too. I assume you accompanied her during the exam because you had doubts about her. Do you still wish to take ownership of her?”

She felt Makin tense and trail his fingers across the tops of her thighs, right over the permanently raised marks on her skin. She hated the warden so much she wished him dead, and her heart lodged in her throat. Of course the bastard doctor had to call attention to her scars. Now Makin wouldn’t want her.

After the promise of being free of the warden’s attentions and having to endure this exam, she would be sent back to her cell for three more weeks, until the warden claimed her as his bride.

Waiting for Makin’s response was the worst kind of agony. But finally he spoke, and his words couldn’t have surprised her more.

“She’s quite attractive, doctor, even with the scars. Yes, I still wish to take ownership of her.”

“Very well. I’ll leave you to dress her and take her to the chapel. Thank you for your service on Kemmius.”

Once the doctor left the room, Makin guided Becca’s feet from the stirrups and helped her sit up. He rubbed her back and smoothed her hair down, running his fingers through her tangles. She bowed her head, afraid to look him in the eye. He’d just seen her at her most vulnerable.

As her thighs brushed together, she stared at her now smooth center, and she flushed hot. It was so odd to think that after a short treatment from the doctor her hair would never grow back. She wanted to touch her bare mound, but resisted. Later, in private, she would inspect it herself and collect her thoughts as well.

She wondered how soon Makin would leave her alone. Would he have his way with her the second they stepped onto the transport? She assumed they would be getting on a transport destined for Merro today, a transport not so dissimilar from the ships that ran through the Interstellar Port. Most of the passenger ships had private bedrooms, and even if their ship didn’t, she couldn’t protest a single thing he did to her, even in public. She was about to become nothing more than his possession, like the very boots on his feet.

“Come on, Becca, let’s get you dressed.”

She slid off the table and stood on shaking legs, but Makin was right there with an arm around her, steadying her. She dared a look into his eyes and found the frightening intensity from earlier gone. He no longer appeared angry. She exhaled a deep breath, beyond relieved that he at least wasn’t going to hurt her before they left the prison.

She obediently got dressed, with his assistance of course. He couldn’t keep his hands off her, and though his touch unnerved her, it also brought her the same comfort as it had the night he’d spanked her in her cell. How she still longed for him to embrace her against his chest. Maybe if she was a good wife and did all he required of her, he might hold her on occasion. She felt stupid and pathetic for the thought. If she were stronger, she might fight him and try to escape the island, might try to find her way to another planet, even return to Earth.

Once her prison uniform was back in place, Makin held her out by her shoulders and gazed at her, some of the startling intensity returning to his visage. She tried not to cower, but she felt so small, so petrified. She kept reminding herself her situation could be a thousand times worse. He could be the warden, a certain sentence of eternal misery. Or he could be Raymond, happy to let her take the fall for his crimes.

“I expect you to behave at the chapel, Becca. You will repeat the vows without hesitation. Know that you will belong to me, no matter what, even if you refuse to repeat your portion of the vows. However, if you give me any trouble before we leave Kemmius, I will punish you sternly for it later.”