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Given to the Savage(7)

By:Natasha Knight


Although he didn’t like it, he would do it, and as far as the welfare of the woman and the breeder-children she would produce, he had to remember the good of the many over the suffering of the few. He was the leader of a settlement of nearly one thousand people. One thousand lives saved in exchange for three.

He turned his attention back to the unfortunate girl.



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A sharp smack landed on Rowan’s hip. “Be still, girl. You should be grateful we are cleaning you out rather than letting the pain continue until the gel works its way out of your system on its own.” Another hard smack. “Now decide, do you want it or not?”

The doctor kept one finger over Rowan’s burning anus, waiting for her answer. She circled it, her gloved finger lubricated with the creamy antidote already beginning to soothe the burn. A cramp had her squeeze her eyes shut.

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll be still for the antidote.” She would have to bear this humiliation, the pain was too much.

“Good.” The doctor’s finger began to circle faster and Rowan wanted to turn away from the men who watched her shamed, but when she tried, a guard stopped her. That was part of her punishment, her humiliation would be no less public within these walls than without them.

Rowan gasped when the doctor’s finger penetrated the tight ring of her anus. “She’s almost ready. Nurse, prepare the tubing.” All the while, she pushed more of the ointment inside her, rubbing circles and adding a second finger to stretch her bottom hole wider.

A few moments more of this and Rowan felt, in addition to the acute shame of her position, something else, something akin to what she felt when she had, on those few occasions, dared to slip her hand between her legs. Breeders were not allowed any sort of genital stimulation except by the doctors. The offense was punishable by public strapping. Nothing could get in the way of the breeder’s first and only duty: reproduction.

“The tube is ready, doctor.”

“Thank you.” The fingers were removed and for a moment, Rowan only felt cool air on her bottom as she heard the doctor remove the glove. “Spread her wide open for me,” the doctor instructed the nurses who stepped closer, took hold of each of her bottom cheeks and pulled them even wider. She closed her eyes then, her face heating bright red as she felt the tip of the tube inserted into her anus, then pushed deeper than the doctor’s fingers had gone.

“Begin the flow,” she said. Rowan felt the small tug on the tube and slowly, a cool liquid began to fill her. It soothed the burn from the stuff instantly, but as more and more liquid flooded her insides, a new fear gripped her.

“It’s too much,” she began, raising her head, tugging at her arms. “Please.”

A hand closed around the nape of her neck and locked her back into place and when another gloved hand closed over her sex, she stopped struggling altogether.

“You see,” she heard the doctor’s voice from behind her as fingers tickled her sex before two of them found her swollen nub and pinched, forcing a cry from her lips that humiliated at the same time as it aroused. “She was already slick from the attention to her anus if you noticed?” the female doctor asked.

“I had noticed,” another woman answered, one closer to her, the one, she imagined, who now rubbed her clitoris between her fingers. “Should we clamp her yet?” she asked.

“Not yet.”

Rowan looked back to find the lead doctor taking some notes and not paying attention to the proceedings at all.

“Let’s empty the enema bag first, then we’ll plug and clamp her.”

“Yes, doctor,” the other woman said, still rubbing. Rowan, to her shame, found herself working her hips in time with the movements of that small hand.



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“Her ovaries are intact, her eggs strong. They’ll now test her sexual function. She’s not been bred before. She is a virgin,” Commander Norrin said. “Each of our breeders has their sexual function tested once they come of age. By the looks on their faces, I don’t think they mind so terribly.”

“They’re a sort of savage themselves,” Captain Amro filled in, not even trying to hide the insult.

Silas couldn’t take his eyes off the woman whose eyes were now closed as the doctor’s hand worked beneath her.

“Do they all have an audience while they’re being tested?” Silas asked, some part of him finding this so very wrong, so very degrading even as his own cock pressed against the crotch of his pants. He’d been with many women and as the leader of his village, he had disciplined many women, but he had never borne witness to what he witnessed now.