Page 39 of Her Alien Guardian

Dr. Ashcroft’s lips thinned into a disapproving line as he regarded me. “Additionally, Mr. Gamma,” he said, his tone sharp, “I would recommend that you discipline Miss Tessara immediately for this transgression. As I believe I’ve made clear, attempting to pleasure herself without permission is a serious offense for a Prosperian woman.”

My breath caught in my throat as I waited for Gamma’s response. Would he punish me again, so soon after our intimate encounter?

“I recommend you turn her governor to zero as an immediate punitive measure,” Dr. Ashcroft continued, his clinical gaze sweeping over my trembling form. “This will effectively shut down all pleasurable sensations in her erogenous zones, leaving her in a state of sensory deprivation that Prosperian women learn to associate with their duty of submission.”

I felt my eyes widen in horror at the thought. To be cut off entirely from physical pleasure seemed a fate worse than any beating.

The doctor wasn’t finished, however. “Following that, I would suggest a thorough spanking to reinforce the lesson. Perhaps even an introduction to the cane, if you feel it necessary. Prosperian women learn quickly that unauthorized self-stimulation leads to swift and severe consequences.”

I couldn’t suppress a shudder at his words. The memory of Gamma’s large hand coming down on my bare bottom was still fresh in my mind, the lingering sting a reminder of his strength and authority. The thought of experiencing that again, combined with the threat of the cane, made me tremble.

To my surprise, Gamma shook his head. “I appreciate your advice, Doctor,” he said, his deep voice rumbling through the room, “but I believe such harsh measures are unnecessary at this time.”

Dr. Ashcroft’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Mr. Gamma, I must stress the importance of consistent discipline in training a new concubine, especially one from… Miss Tessara’s background.”

But Gamma remained firm. “Tessara is new to Prosperia and its customs,” he explained, his alien blue eyes meeting mine with an unexpected gentleness. “She has already endured much today. I believe a more gradual approach to her training will yield better results in the long term.”

I felt a rush of gratitude toward Gamma, even as confusion swirled within me. Why was he being so lenient? After everything I’d experienced aboard theConqueror of Bresla, Ihad expected my new master to be just as cruel and demanding as the Vionian officers had been.

Dr. Ashcroft’s lips pursed in clear disapproval, but he nodded. “As you wish, Mr. Gamma. She belongs to you, of course. However, I must insist on at least some measure of control. The rule followed by most Prosperian husbands, keeping their wives set to level five, would be appropriate for Miss Tessara. As I said earlier, that setting allows for arousal but prevents climax, reinforcing a woman’s dependence on her husband or master.”

Gamma considered this for a moment, his eyes studying me intently. I held my breath, acutely aware of my nakedness as I awaited his decision. The soft ambient lighting of the room seemed to heighten the subtle glow of his skin, reminding me once again of his origins beyond the stars.

Finally, Gamma nodded. “Very well,” he agreed, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. “Level five it is, for now.”

With a few deft movements of his large blue fingers across the holographic display, Gamma adjusted my governor. The change was subtle but immediate. The overwhelming arousal that had been consuming me moments ago receded, leaving behind a pleasant warmth and a low, persistent thrum of desire. It wasn’t uncomfortable, exactly, but I could sense that any attempt to find release on my own would be futile.

Dr. Ashcroft nodded approvingly. “Excellent. Now, Mr. Gamma, regarding Miss Tessara’s status—will you be seeking Prosperian female citizenship for her?”

Gamma’s gaze met mine, and I felt a flutter in my chest at the intensity I saw there. “Yes,” he said firmly. “Tessara deserves the protection and benefits that come with citizenship.”

The doctor made a note on his handheld device, the soft glow of its screen casting strange shadows across his face. “Very well. I will recommend citizenship, but with a proviso.” He looked at me directly, his gaze stern. “Should Miss Tessara prove rebellious or unable to adapt to Prosperian customs, she must be consigned to a pleasure house.”

My breath caught in my throat at his words. I had heard often of pleasure houses during my time on theConqueror of Bresla—places where women were used constantly for the gratification of men, with no hope of a life beyond serving as a receptacle for male desire. Indeed the Vionians had told me I would be sent to one once they had tired of me. The thought of such a fate here on Prosperia sent a chill through me, despite the lingering warmth of arousal in my cunny.

Dr. Ashcroft continued, his tone matter-of-fact. “Pleasure houses serve an important function in our society, providing unmarried gentlemen a place to relieve their everyday stress with the pleasures of intimate feminine company. It’s a perfectly respectable institution, but I’m sure Miss Tessara would prefer to avoid such a fate.”

I nodded vigorously, unable to find my voice.

“To avoid the pleasure house,” Dr. Ashcroft explained, “you might consider sending Miss Tessara to a finishing school for unmarried young women, Mr. Gamma. She would learn proper wifely submission there, which would serve her well whether she should end up as your concubine, your wife, or even as a pleasure girl. Dr. Porter’s Academy for Young Ladies comes highly recommended, if you should decide on that course for her. Their curriculum covers everything from etiquette and household management to the finer points of pleasing a husband in the bedchamber. They also have extensiveexperience with… rehabilitating women from less civilized worlds.”

I felt my cheeks burn at his words, shame and indignation warring within me. But beneath it all was a flicker of curiosity. What would it be like to learn such things in a formal setting, rather than through brutal trial and error as I had aboard theConqueror of Bresla?

“Thank you, Doctor,” Gamma said, rising to his feet. “I’ll take your recommendations under advisement.”

Dr. Ashcroft gathered his instruments, packing them carefully into his black leather bag. As he prepared to leave, he turned to me one last time.

“Remember, Miss Tessara,” he said, his tone stern, “your future on Prosperia depends entirely on your ability to submit gracefully to your new master’s will. I suggest you take your education very seriously.”

With that, Gamma escorted the doctor out, leaving me alone in the bedroom. I curled up on the massive bed, pulling the sheets around my naked body like a cocoon. My mind raced with everything that had happened, everything I had learned about my new life on this alien world.

I couldn’t feel the governor at all, but the very knowledge of its presence down there seemed to create a kind of soft hum within me, a constant reminder of my new status. I thought I could somehow feel the low-level arousal it allowed, just enough to keep me aware of my body’s needs without permitting any actual satisfaction. I shifted restlessly, trying to ignore the persistent ache between my thighs.

When Gamma returned, I couldn’t help but tense up. Part of me—the part that still remembered the cruelties I had endured at Vionian hands—expected him to simply take what he wanted, ormoreof it, I supposed, all of it even, when we were alone. But instead, he sat on the edge of the bed, studying me with an intensity that made my breath catch.

“Tessara,” he said softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face. “I know this must all be overwhelming for you.”

I nodded, unable to find my voice. Gamma’s touch was gentle, almost reverent, so different from the rough handling I had grown accustomed to.

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