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I felt the doctor’s fingers, to my horror, brush against my breasts. The touch seemed cold and clinical, yet it ignited a dismaying spark of unwanted arousal within me. As she began to stimulate my nipples, shame burned through me, but so did a burgeoning heat. My breaths came quicker, my body reacting despite my mortification.

“Seven,” Dr. Demetriou murmured, to the nurse, observing my responses. “Rising to nine. The body is highly responsive to stimulation. Accelerated training is definitely warranted.”

Each humiliating comment chipped away at my resolve, exposing the depths of my conflicted emotions. I wanted to resist, to fight against the degrading examination, but my body betrayed me, responding eagerly to her touch. I understood, to my distress, why Malleus had restrained me: that feeling of submission served as its own form of persuasion.

I can’t move. I have no choice. My body responds as it must. It’s biology.

“Your online activity has been under surveillance for months,” Dr. Demetriou said, her tone matter-of-fact. “A nanobot installed a perineal sensor on your perineum while you were sleeping. This exam is merely to help you begin to accept your submissive sexual needs so that Malleus can train you effectively.”

Her bizarre revelations felt crushing, each one stripping away another layer of my autonomy. Yet, despite the humiliation, my eyes kept drifting to Malleus, seeking out his reaction. His smile remained, a constant reminder of his dominance over me.

The doctor picked up one of the two white silicone devices from the tray. It was small and oval shaped. “This is my stimulator,” she told me, holding it close to my face for me to see. “Its vibrations are engineered to stimulate your clitoris and measure your arousal levels. It is designed to test and enhance your sexual responsiveness, and thus to begin teaching you how to give pleasure to the penis.”

I heard a little beep, and then the stimulator began to emit a soft hum. A little red light went on at one end of it. My lips parted and my breath grew ragged as I watched the doctor lower the device out of my field of vision.

“W-wait…” I said, because I couldn’t think of anything else that might prevent what to my horror I felt sure was about to happen, the moment the stimulator touched me down there.

But she placed the vibrator against my most sensitive spot, its hum immediately sending jolts of electric pleasure through my body. I cried out, my hips trying to rise against the restraint of the belt, desperately seeking the satisfaction Malleus had denied me after the spanking.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw Dr. Demetriou pick up the other white thing, the one that had made me blush so deeply when I had first laid eyes on it. She displayed it before my wide eyes.

“This,” she said, “is my girl trainer. I’m going to use it today to ensure your readiness for anal penetration.”

The “girl trainer” was made out of white plastic, but it had the unmistakable, forbidden, mortifying shape of a man’s rigid member. I had never seen one in person, let alone up close, but other girls in high school had giggled over pictures, and I hadn’t been able to resist taking a peek, though the merest sight turned my face bright red.

I gasped as I felt the cool, smooth head press against my tight entrance, the sensation alien yet undeniably arousing. Dr. Demetriou’s methodical precision left no room for modesty or resistance—my body was laid bare, vulnerable, and exposed to her ministrations.

“Relax, columba,” she commanded, her voice steady. “It will be easier if you do.”

With deliberate care, she began to push the latex dildo into me, the stretch both painful and pleasurable. My breath hitched, a moan escaping my lips despite my attempts to stifle it. The simultaneous stimulation of my clitoris and anus was overwhelming, a potent mixture of sensations that threatened to drown me.

“Numbers?” she asked the nurse, her hands never faltering. Then, to Malleus, “She certainly presents well.”

“Ten,” the nurse said, glancing at her handheld. “Pre-orgasm.”

I could hear them, but I could hardly understand them. The intensity built, my mind a haze of conflicting emotions. Shame battled with need, each wave of pleasure a reminder of my helplessness. I could feel the vibration of the stimulator increasing, its rhythm designed to push me to the brink. In my bottom, the sheer presence of something so big and so shameful seemed to turn pain into submissive pleasure.

“Does she have permission to orgasm?” the doctor asked Malleus.

“Oh, God… oh… please… miles,” I found myself crying out.

“She does,” Malleus said, drawing an immediate sob from my chest. “Show us what you look like when you come, columba.”

My eyes sought his face again, his expression one of superiority, but also of approval. The knowledge that he was watching, assessing every reaction, only heightened my arousal. My breaths became even more ragged, my body trembling uncontrollably.

With a final, overwhelming surge of pleasure, I shattered. My climax ripped through me, my cries echoing in the sterile room. My body convulsed, every nerve ending alight with ecstasy. The betrayal of my desires seemed mortifyingly complete, my submissive nature laid bare for all to see.

The doctor pulled her tormenting devices away and put them on the tray. I couldn’t bear to look at them, the embarrassment even at the thought bringing new heat to my face.

The doctor turned to Malleus, her eyes meeting his. “The columba gets high marks for responsiveness. She will be an asset to the Order, and a delight for the men who will use her orally, vaginally, and anally.”

Humiliation washed over me anew, my cheeks burning with shame. Yet, despite myself, I glanced at Malleus, desperate to see his reaction. His smile broadened, a predator’s grin, and I knew he was pleased.

“Very good,” he said, his voice a low rumble of satisfaction. He turned to the nurse, “Nupta, would you wax her for me, please? I’ll be back to take her downstairs in fifteen minutes.”

CHAPTER 4

Marcus

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