Mated to the Warriors(13)

“I’m going to lay you back down on the bed. Relax and let the doctor make sure everything is working properly.” His tone was gentle and calm, as if the previous few minutes, his striking my bare ass, had never happened.

I nodded and wiped away the last of my tears as he stood with me in his arms. He squeezed me gently, as if I truly was precious to him, then turned and laid me down on my back. I wasn’t settled at the head of the small bed where I had been before, but at the bottom with my bare ass literally hanging off the end. His arm held my legs in place as the doctor pulled two stirrups out from some mysterious hiding place. When the doctor nodded, Zane placed my feet in the stirrups and stepped back.

Shit. A gynecological exam? Now?





Chapter Four





Hannah

Stirrups. Ass hanging off the table. A stranger between my legs.

I knew this setup all too well. For a moment, I considered protesting, then stopped myself before I ended up back over his knee. My bottom and the backs of my thighs still stung from his very thorough spanking and I didn’t want more.

I took a deep breath, let it out slowly. I’d been through this on Earth before, many times, hell, once a year since I’d turned sixteen. I could bear it if it would make the doctor happy, my mate happy, and get me the hell out of this stupid medical room.

The doctor stood between my legs with a clinically blank expression on his face, which helped. “I’ll try to make this quick, Lady Hannah.”

I met the man’s gaze briefly, then looked up at the metal ceiling, noticed the rivets that held it in place. I refused to look at either man. “Fine.”

Mortified, I laid back, placed my bent elbow over my eyes. My entire naked body was on display, and my pussy was hanging open and exposed off the end of the table in front of not just one, but two strange, alien men. To make it even worse, surely my bottom was red from the spanking Zane had given me.

I heard Zane move, but had no idea what he intended until he settled onto the bed above me, lifted my head and placed it in his lap. I uncovered my eyes to find him looking down at me. He ignored the doctor completely. “Give me your hand, mate.”

I didn’t realize how much I needed the reassurance until I lifted my left hand and placed it in his. He squeezed gently and suddenly I didn’t feel so alone on this strange ship with alien warriors.

“Go ahead now, doctor. She is ready.” He didn’t take his eyes from mine as he spoke to the other man.

I ignored the warm hands at the tops of my thighs. I ignored the cold feel of medical lube that he smeared over my core. I even ignored the blunt tip of a cold, hard object as the doctor inserted it into my pussy. I expected the usual stretching of a speculum, but startled when the item was deep inside me, pressed up against my womb. I gasped at the feel of it.

“Hush, mate. It will be over soon.” Zane’s right hand came to rest on my shoulder, and as I watched, his eyes darkened with a look I already recognized on his strikingly handsome face. Lust.

“Ready, commander?” The doctor’s question made me blink in confusion. Ready for what? Was it custom for the doctor to speak to Zane instead of me? I was the one naked, with my legs splayed wide and a thick, hard object filling my pussy.

“She is ready,” he replied.

“What? I thought—” I gasped as a second object circled the rosy bud between the cheeks of my bare bottom. The doctor worked something small, perhaps no bigger around than a drink straw, into the tight hole and I felt a gushing wetness inside as some kind of warm liquid began to fill me. There.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, he removed the small object and I realized I was panting and squeezing Zane’s hand so hard I thought I might be hurting him. “What kind of exam is this? I don’t think I was injured there during transport.”

The men ignored me, and the doctor said, “Hold still, Lady Hannah. I don’t want this to hurt.”

With his warning ringing in my ears, I held completely still as he pressed something hard and cold to my virgin opening.

“Breathe, Hannah.” Zane rubbed his hand along my right shoulder in a soothing gesture and I tried to listen to him as the doctor slowly pressed the object inside me. It stretched me, the tissues and untried muscles unused to the invasion. I moved my head from side to side as the pressure slowly continued.

“Zane, please,” I gasped. “What is he doing?”

“You’re doing well. Almost there.” Doctor Mordin rubbed the inside of my thigh, as if to comfort me but I felt so humiliated, so damn naked. I had a huge device inside my pussy and now another, smaller one, inside my ass. I’d never felt this full, or stretched, or exposed.