Page 37 of Her Alien Guardian

I inhaled shakily, my eyes darting to Gamma’s face. His expression was impassive, but I thought I detected a flicker of concern in his alien blue eyes. That small show of empathy was oddly comforting, anchoring me as I braced myself for what was to come.

With practiced precision, Dr. Ashcroft lowered the probe. I felt the cool metal brush against my clitoris, and then?—

A sharp, burning pain exploded through me. I cried out, my back arching off the bed as the governor’s legs pierced my tender skin. It felt as if a thousand tiny needles were burrowing into me, setting every nerve ending aflame.

And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the pain vanished.

I blinked, panting heavily as I tried to process the abrupt transition. Where moments ago there had been searing agony, now I felt… nothing. No pain, no discomfort, not even the lingering ache I would have expected. It was as if the governor had simply melded with my body, becoming a seamless part of me.

“There now,” Dr. Ashcroft said, setting aside the probe. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

I shook my head mutely, still marveling at the lack of sensation. Cautiously, I clenched my internal muscles, half-expecting a jolt of pain. But there was nothing—just the usual feeling of my well-used cunny, still slick with the mingled fluids of my arousal and Gamma’s release.

The doctor’s next question caught me off guard. “Tell me, Tessara,” he said, his tone conversational as if he weren’t currently studying my most intimate areas, “do you masturbate regularly?”

Heat flooded my cheeks at his blunt inquiry. I felt my face crumple into a mortified frown as I shook my head vigorously, unable to meet his eyes or Gamma’s.

“No need for embarrassment,” Dr. Ashcroft assured me, though his words did little to quell my shame. “It’s a perfectly natural activity, especially for a young woman with your… experiences. But I suppose your time aboard the Vionian ship likely didn’t allow for much privacy or self-exploration.”

I nodded mutely, still unable to meet his gaze. The truth was I had rarely felt the urge to touch myself during my time as a Vionian concubine. The constant use and abuse of my body had left me numb, disconnected from my own desires.

“Well,” the doctor continued, “that will change now. Regular masturbation, under Mr. Gamma’s supervision and control of course, will be an important part of your training and integration into life as a Prosperian woman. Mr. Gamma will of course punish you if you touch yourself without permission, but most Prosperian husbands allow their wives to masturbatein front of them, when the wife has behaved herself, and asks respectfully.”

His words sent a confusing mix of emotions coursing through me. The idea of touching myself while Gamma watched made my face glow with embarrassment, but it also provoked an unexpected thrill of excitement.

Dr. Ashcroft’s clinical gaze grew more serious. “Now, Miss Tessara, I want to reiterate that you must only ever touch yourself with Mr. Gamma’s express permission. The governor will help reinforce this, but it’s very important that you understand the rules.” He paused, ensuring I was following his words. “However, if Mr. Gamma allows it, I would like you to masturbate now. It will help you become familiar with how the governor operates.”

I felt my cheeks burn even hotter, if that were possible. The idea of touching myself in front of these two men seemed terribly shameful. Yet beneath that shame, I felt a flicker of curiosity and an undeniable pulse of arousal.

Gamma’s deep voice cut through my swirling thoughts. “Tessara,” he said, his tone gentle but firm, “touch yourself. Show us how you pleasure your cunny.”

My breath hitched at his command. Despite my embarrassment, I felt compelled to obey. Slowly, hesitantly, I slid my hand down my body. My fingers trembled as they brushed against the bareness between my thighs, still slick from my earlier encounters.

As I parted my folds, I was struck by how sensitive I felt. Every touch seemed magnified, sending shivers of pleasure radiatingoutward. I whimpered softly, surprised by the intensity of the sensation.

“That’s it,” Dr. Ashcroft encouraged. “Explore yourself. A young woman like you is surely still needy, even after dominant coitus from a large penis—indeed, rather, because of it.”

Emboldened by his words and Gamma’s steady gaze, I began to move my fingers more purposefully. I circled my clit, gasping at the jolt of pleasure that shot through me. It was unlike anything I had experienced before—sharper, more focused, as if the governor was channeling all my sensation to that one point.

I dipped lower, sliding two fingers into my still-slick channel. The feeling of fullness, combined with the lingering ache from Gamma’s massive cock, made me moan softly. I began to pump my fingers in and out, my hips rising to meet each thrust.

“Very good,” Dr. Ashcroft murmured. “Now, focus on your clitoris. Rub it in circles, varying the pressure.”

Blushing furiously but unable to disobey, I followed his instructions. As my fingertips brushed over my clit, I felt a sudden surge of pleasure so intense it made me cry out. My back arched off the bed, my thighs trembling as waves of ecstasy washed over me.

As I writhed on the bed, lost in the throes of pleasure, I dimly registered Dr. Ashcroft’s voice. “Good responsiveness,” he said, his clinical tone at odds with the intimacy of the moment. “Mr. Gamma, I’ll transfer control of the governor to your handheld device.”

Through half-lidded eyes, I watched as the doctor manipulated his own handheld. With a few deft taps, Dr. Ashcroft interfacedthe device with Gamma’s handheld, which Gamma had retrieved from his jacket.

A holographic display sprang to life above Gamma’s screen, an intricate web of pulsing lines and glowing nodes that seemed to represent my nervous system. At its center, a bright point of light throbbed in time with the pleasure radiating from my core. I stared, mesmerized by the visual representation of my own arousal.

“As you can see,” Dr. Ashcroft explained, “the governor allows for precise control over Miss Tessara’s sexual responses.”

“I know, Doctor,” Gamma replied. “I’ve had some experience with the technology.”

“Ah, good,” the doctor replied. “So you know that you can modulate the intensity, frequency, and even the specific areas of stimulation.” His finger traced a complex pattern on the holographic display, causing the web of light to shift and dance. “Most Prosperian women are kept at a relatively low setting when their husbands or masters are not enjoying them. Go ahead and help Miss Tessara get accustomed to the feeling.”

Gamma nodded, his alien blue eyes studying the intricate display with intense focus. His eyes moved to my face, and I felt heat color my cheeks. “Like this?” he asked, making a subtle adjustment with his large blue finger.

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