Mated to the Warriors(14)

I felt the object slide past my inner muscles and the burning lessened. I glanced down to see my bare pussy. I could see a long, dark object sticking out of me, but it was oddly built, with a hooked section that remained outside of me and curved upward. I wasn’t sure what he’d put in my ass, but I could feel it. I clenched down on both hard objects.

God, could I feel it. I put my head back down on Zane’s thigh and turned my head away to stare at the plain silver wall. I couldn’t bear to look up into Zane’s eyes, afraid he’d see the war going on inside me. I should be ashamed. I should be angry. I should be fighting this.

Instead, I felt my pussy grow wet as I ached for the doctor to move the hard object he’d shoved inside me. I wanted him to fuck me with it, pull it out and work it back into me while Zane watched. I wanted to lift my hips and beg the doctor to put his mouth on me while Zane held me down. This dark, needy part of me wanted to be pinned down and taken by both of them, just like in that simulation I’d gone through in the matching process. I wanted Zane’s tongue on my breast and his hand over my throat as the doctor worked me with his devices and made me come.

Oh, God. What was wrong with me? Perhaps the men were both right to be worried and I’d been injured in the transfer. Surely I wouldn’t think or feel like this otherwise.

I whimpered, so ashamed and humiliated and confused. I didn’t know what to do and I didn’t know how to deal with this dark revelation.

“Shhh,” Zane soothed. “It’s all right, Hannah. I will take care of you. No one will hurt you ever again. You have my word.”

Zane’s soft promise threatened to break my slender hold on control. If only I could believe him. If only I could trust him and tell him what my body needed, but I’d heard those words before. From a liar and a cheat, a man who used me to get to my—

“Ahh!” I arched up off the table as a strong suction was applied to my clit. Panting, I lifted my head to see the curved piece had been lowered and attached to my swollen nub. The suction device was attached to the black dildo by a long, flexible cord. The object both vibrated and applied suction to me at the same time and my body was on fire. I trembled as need built inside me, no matter how hard I fought against it.

What the fuck?

“This isn’t a doctor’s examination,” I cried, trying to catch my breath. “This is wrong. So wrong. Zane!” I shouted for him to make it stop, but inside I begged for it to continue.

He held me down and leaned over me to answer. I could see nothing but his rugged face.

“We must test your nervous system’s response to sexual stimulation, mate. You need to let go, Hannah. You need to come for the doctor.”

“What? Why?” I gasped as the object began to vibrate faster. Come for the doctor? Have an orgasm while he—

“Oh, God.”

The doctor pulled the large, ribbed device from my pussy, then shoved it back inside me in one long, smooth glide. Again. And again. My hips rose from the table to meet his thrusts. I couldn’t help it. I had no control over my own body. It had taken over. I was no longer Hannah Johnson of Earth. I was no one. I had no identity. I was just a body, a woman who needed to come.

“That’s it, Hannah. Let go.” Zane leaned over me and flicked his long tongue over my nipple just as the suction on my clit increased in strength. The doctor fucked me with the black device, the long cord attached to the suction device bending and flexing as he moved. The sensation on my clit never ceased and my body was strung as tight as a bowstring. I was on the edge and so scared I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t do this. It was too strong. Too big for me to hold.

“No! It’s too much. Zane… it’s, oh, my God. I can’t—” My head thrashed against his lap. Sweat broke out on my skin and I felt heated and flushed all over.

Zane’s right hand slid down to my inner thigh and he pulled my leg out of the stirrup, spreading me wider, opening me to the doctor’s attentions. I whimpered and lifted my free hand to his hair, tugging and pulling on him, holding onto him, my only anchor in this hurricane of sensation.

Zane lifted his lips from my nipple and kissed his way across my chest to the other side. “Do it, doctor.”

“Yes, commander.”

Those two words were my only warning as the doctor pumped the dildo into my pussy harder and faster with one hand, and shifted the object in my ass with the other. The sound of my desire, wet and slick, filled the small room. The machine attached to my clit sped up and Zane sucked hard on my neglected nipple.

My body came apart. I exploded, my nerves so overloaded that my entire body shook and I literally saw stars as my eyesight blurred into a temporary inky blackness. The spasms in my pussy went on and on, clenching around the doctor’s fucking, squeezing the device he’d placed in my ass. I was so full that I came around them, stretched and helpless and out of control. Small spasms of hot pleasure made me clench around the devices over and over until I was wrung out and limp, until I had no will to raise my head from Zane’s lap, let alone protest the pleasure I’d just experienced.