As a man and a woman came forward, Bella found herself shivering. She didn’t want more strangers touching her—not even a doctor and a nurse. It was rare that such medical professionals were needed on the Moon; the families were always healthy, and any defects or internally occurring illnesses rarely needed the human touch. Computers and automated constructs did everything for them. To her increasing horror, she realized the doctor was headed toward her, and the nurse toward Alex.
The doctor was a thin man, younger than the Wolf, with sharp, narrow features and a cruel cast to his smile. Dark eyes looked Bella up and down, an aura of anticipation hanging about him.
“Please, no,” she whispered and hugged herself as she sat on the bed, her legs coming together to protect her most sensitive areas, even though it put pressure on her swollen pussy lips.
“Now now, be good, Pet.” The Wolf came forward and stroked her hair in a propriety manner. Out of the corner of her eye, Bella saw Alex try to come toward her, despite how exhausted he must be, only to have the two men who held him drag him away and follow the nurse out of the room. “Dr. Margolis is only going to do some necessary things for processing. At the moment, he doesn’t have permission for more than that, but if you’re bad, then I’ll let him do a great deal more.”
As frightening as the Wolf was, his almost kindly demeanor made him seem a lot less threatening than the Doctor, who smiled at her in an increasingly unsettling manner. It seemed that he liked her fear, which only made Bella more afraid. But if there was one thing she trusted, it was that no one here would go against the Wolf’s orders.
And she certainly didn’t want to get in trouble and have the Doctor givencarte blancheto do with her what he would.
Trembling, she nodded and got up.
“Good Pet.”
The Wolf grasped her around the waist and patted her bottom to send Bella on her way. To dismiss her. One of his men followed as she walked on trembling legs toward Dr. Margolis. The doctor smirked and waved his hand for her to follow, before he turned and walked off in the same direction they’d taken Alex. Bella glanced over her shoulder: the man following her—obviously a soldier—smirked, too. Behind him, the Wolf settled back down at his desk and got back to work as if nothing had happened.
4
Dr. Margolis led Bella to a large room, where the walls and floor were tiled and white. Steel cabinets lined one wall, their gleaming surfaces giving no hint as to what horrors they might be conceal. There was a drain in the center of the room, which Bella stared at with a sinking feeling. In the far-right corner, there was a shower stall with nothing to obscure the view of anyone inside it, and in the center of the room was the kind of table she had seen on her rare visits to the doctor. Well. Almost.
It was made of padded black leather and steel, and had stirrups attached to one end and a multitude of straps hanging from the rest of it. A person could be secured to it in far too many ways.
“Come, come,” Dr. Margolis said impatiently. “Get on the table and put your feet in the stirrups.”
Bella turned at the end of the table and put her hands on it to hoist herself up. The soldier took up a post by the door and it was a strange thing, a relief to have another man there to see her naked body and witness whatever Dr. Margolis planned to do, but she was glad not to be alone with the doctor. That Alex had been taken to a completely different room made her feel more alone and vulnerable than ever. She’d take an extra pair of eyes on the doctor any day. Especially since she hoped the presence of the soldier would keep the doctor from exceeding the Wolf’s orders.
“Feet in the stirrups.”
Bella whimpered slightly and stared at the floor as she did what he asked. She hated the spread position of her legs and the way her pussy lips seemed to stick together for a moment. Her inner thighs were slick with Alex’s cum, which had been dripping out of her all the way down the hall and had just trickled past her knees. Since she’d been following the Doctor, Bella hadn’t had a chance to wipe herself off.
“Now lie back.”
“Please—”
“Quiet!” The doctor snapped at her and reached out to grasp one of her nipples and pinch it, hard. Bella shrieked, and her hands came up to bat his fingers away to no avail; he just pinched harder. “Put your hands down and lie down.”
Tears rolled down her face as she forced herself to put her hands down and lie back. Her nipple throbbed in the strong grip of his fingers, and Bella whimpered as she inadvertently tugged the little bud as she lay back. Once she was on her back, Dr. Margolis released her nipple, watching her face intently. Her fear of him spiked again as she realized the soldier in the doorway hadn’t batted an eye, and the Wolf’s words came back to her.
She needed to be good and do as he said if she wanted to avoid punishment, and obviously the doctor was allowed to mete it out. Perhaps the soldier would stop him; perhaps he wouldn’t.
And right now, the doctor wanted her to be quiet and lie still. So, Bella forced her fears down and lay there, quiescent, as he strapped her down to the table. Straps went around her ankles to fixing them to the stirrups. One went across her lower belly, another across her chest, just under her armpits and above her breasts. Her arms were stretched out over her head and strapped down, and another band went across her forehead, immobilizing her and leaving her completely helpless in front of the sadistic doctor.
Moving back down to her feet, Dr. Margolis grasped each of her ankles and forced them even wider apart, making Bella cry out at the sudden movement and stretch of her muscles, which were already sore. Her pussy was splayed wide open and felt like it was splitting apart—there wasn’t a single centimeter hidden from the doctor’s lascivious eyes.
Not that he was looking there. He watched her face, obviously enjoying her fear and helplessness, aroused by his control. He locked the stirrups into place and went to one of the cabinets. Because of the strap across her forehead, Bella couldn’t turn to see what he was doing, but she could hear the clinking of metallic objects. Not knowing what he was gathering only made her anxiety worse.
Bella closed her eyes and forced herself to breathe deeply, to try to calm down. With her eyes closed and nothing to distract her, she could feel her heartbeat pounding in her ears.
The screech of wheels and rattling of metal instruments had her opening her eyes again. As the doctor came into view, her breathing accelerated. The gleam in his eyes and grin on his face said whatever was about to happen, she wouldn’t enjoy it.
“First things first,” he said conversationally, holding up what looked like a gun with a long needle attached. The doctor smiled at her, reveling in the terror on her face. He walked around to her side and wiped a small area on the meat of her bicep with a wet pad, and then pressed the needle to the spot. “This will just pinch for a moment.”
Bella cried out as the needle slid inside her but held as still as possible to keep it from moving around in her flesh. It stung on entry, and she felt sick feeling it probe down into her. There was a small noise, and it pinched before he pulled the needle away and wiped the spot again. This time, it burned a bit when he ran the pad over it, and the astringent smell rising up to her nostrils told her the pad had some kind of disinfectant on it.
“I just inserted a tracker into your arm.” Dr. Margolis ran his finger over Bella’s cheek as he grinned down at her. “Anywhere you go, anywhere on Earth, the Wolf will be able to find you. Although, right now it has a double duty: it’s not just a tracker, but if you try to leave the compound at all, it will begin to release an electric charge through your body. It won’t kill you, but it will be excessively painful.”
He said that last with a kind of relish that stabbed fear through Bella’s heart. Just when she thought she couldn’t be any more afraid of the doctor he would say something that sent her to another level she’d never known existed.