Commander Norrin’s face grew hard. “Should we ask her if she prefers this to her public whipping?”
Silas met the man’s gaze and swallowed his remark. Too much was at stake to have a war of words now.
“Ah, looks like they’re ready to plug her. The real fun will start now. I’d pay close attention if I were you,” the captain said.
Silas wanted to strangle the man.
They watched as the doctor who was stimulating Rowan’s clitoris pulled back, discarded her glove, and put on a new one. She walked to another table to lubricate the plug. Silas looked at Rowan’s face, watched her press her thighs together before they were slapped apart. She hadn’t been allowed release.
“Can she see us?” he asked.
“She can see us but she can’t hear us. That’s why they’ve positioned her head that way so she knows she’s being watched.”
“Does she know your plans for her?”
Commander Norrin smiled and turned to Silas. “Concerning you?”
Silas nodded.
“Not yet.” Then, with a nasty grin, “You seem concerned for her. Remember, she is a breeder. She does not feel emotion like we do.”
We. Silas flinched at the word, at being put in the same category as these men, but he berated himself. He shouldn’t care about the girl, but watching her helpless and bullied by these people made him angry. He watched as slowly, the tubing was pulled from the girl’s bottom. She tried to rise then but the nurses pushed her back down so her bottom lifted higher.
“Please, I can’t hold it!” she called out.
The lead doctor nodded to one of the nurses who had been standing in the back. Silas noticed now the thick leather strap she held. Without warning, she approached and struck three times across Rowan’s helpless bottom. Rowan’s screams filled the room and he could imagine how sensitive she was now after the stimulation and her earlier switching. He hadn’t felt as sorry for anyone as he did her in a very long time.
“The enema is for your own good,” the doctor said, coming to stand close enough to grip a handful of hair and tug her head back. “You’ll take it with or without punishment. You have three more strokes coming after I plug you. We don’t want you releasing before the antidote has had its chance to work. I won’t waste more of the precious medicine on a breeder.”
Rowan cried and tried to nod her head. The doctor released her roughly and resumed her work.
“That one is too small. Bring the biggest plug,” she commanded.
The nurse who had prepared the first one returned with a steel plug three inches long and more than an inch wide from what Silas could see.
“Good,” the doctor said, taking it from the nurse. “Spread her wide.” Silas watched Rowan’s face contort as the plug was pressed into her back hole.
“She’s going to be feeling that for a while,” Captain Amro said once it was fully seated and the doctor stepped back, nodding for the nurse who held the strap to come forward.
“Three. I want to see the marks or I’ll whip you,” she threatened.
The nurse swallowed and raised her arm. She touched the strap to Rowan’s bottom, taking aim, and struck hard, hard enough to send the bound girl forward and force a grunt from her lips.
“Again.”
The second stroke fell. Then the third.
“One more, for good measure. Across her thighs.”
The nurse struck and Silas heard the woman’s breath as she did. The red wheals on Rowan’s bottom and thighs looked wicked but seemed to satisfy the doctor. The doctor then inspected her bottom, spreading her pussy lips apart. “She’s aroused,” she chuckled. “I think the breeders get off on pain.”
Interesting.
“Turn her over. Bind her ankles so her knees are bent up into her chest and spread wide. Dr. Nelson, bring the clamps. We’ll begin with her breasts,” she instructed.
Rowan was turned over and Silas could see her stomach was slightly inflated. It was then Commander Norrin flipped a switch and spoke into the intercom. “How long will she be made to hold the antidote?” he asked.
The lead doctor turned to him. “Half an hour, commander.”
“Thank you, doctor. Carry on.”
Both doctors approached the top of the table. One took notes while the other examined Rowan’s breasts, weighting them in her hands, slapping each several times.
“Her nipples harden when her breasts are slapped,” she said while the other took notes. “That’s good. I imagine the barbarians beat their women regularly.”
Silas fisted his hands. The colonies were far more cruel than the settlements outside.
“Breasts are heavier than I would have imagined for someone her size.” She pinched both nipples hard enough to call a cry from Rowan’s lips. “Look at her vagina, how the lips are wet. Breast stimulation is arousing to her. The more aroused she is during intercourse, the more likely she will be impregnated quickly. We’ve learned that in the last months with several test cases. Give me the nipple clamps, we’ll keep them on her throughout the rest of the examination.”