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doctor pulled the speculum from her channel and turned to Hunter. “Again, perfectly healthy. You should have no trouble breeding this female.” He cleared his throat, and for the first time since the exam began Hunter noticed excitement gleaming in the physician’s eyes. “After we observe the inmate having an orgasm, you will be free to take her to the chapel.”

Chapter Three
     
     
    Becca was relieved to have that awful, big speculum out of her. Her face felt like it was flaming red, she felt so flushed and embarrassed. Now all that stood between her and the chapel was an orgasm. She gulped and peeked open one eye, sensing the doctor had moved away.
    She met Hunter’s stare and her heart almost stopped. His intense gaze seared her, and she started trembling anew. Was he angry? Was she not cooperating enough with the doctor? She was trying her best, so why did he look like he was about to explode?
    Hot tears gathered in her eyes, and she blinked a few times before deciding to close her eyes. Perhaps he was angry she had become so shamefully aroused during her examination. He was to be her husband, and here she was becoming wet and excited while another man touched her.
    She couldn’t help it. Somehow the deep embarrassment of having to spread her legs and allow a stranger to inspect her while another stranger watched did scandalous things to her body. Perhaps her arousal was a coping mechanism. Whatever the cause of her shameful reactions, she couldn’t help it, no matter how much she tried to turn her brain off, it didn’t work.
    Fear panged in her heart. Would Officer Makin make her suffer for her transgressions today? Would he beat her savagely? Add more scars to the fronts of her thighs?
    At the thought of her scars, she suddenly worried he found the markings ugly and would decide at the last minute to send her back to her lonely cell. There were thousands of women in this prison, many prettier than her and without a single blemish on their body.
    The doctor rolled around on his stool, coming between her legs again. He held a strange wand-like object in his hand with a large spherical head. He pressed a button and it buzzed to life, and she cried out the moment it grazed her privates. Sensation exploded and she tried to shut her legs, but Hunter shot to her side and forced her to remain spread for the doctor.
    “Keep your legs open wide, Becca. I would hate to have to punish you again, right before you come.”
    She couldn’t form a response, she could only thrash around and struggle against the hands holding her down and the pleasure, much too extreme, rocking through her center. The buzz of the wand vibrated through her body, causing a torturous but delightful pressure to coil in her lower stomach, and her breasts ached, needing to be touched and squeezed. She gripped the table, hoping she didn’t shame herself further by groping her own breasts. She didn’t want to come in front of the doctor and Hunter, but she didn’t know how much longer she could withstand the sensations running through her.
    Hunter’s warm lips brushed across her ear. “Becca, I want you to close your eyes for me.” When she didn’t obey, he slapped the underside of her breast. She squealed and struggled harder, only to feel another sting to her breast, and a third slap to her other breast as well. The pain collided with the overwhelming pleasure twisting and pulsing outward from her clit.
    “I-I can’t. Please let me go. I will come for you in private, Officer Makin, I promise.”
    “Oh, you will come for me whenever I require it, Becca, in private or in public. Now close your eyes or I will slap your breasts harder, little one.”
    Her eyes flew shut of their own accord, as if her body was compelled to obey his commanding voice, even though a large part of her still raged against the embarrassment of having to orgasm right here on the examination table.
    Her release crashed upon her in the next moment, a violent wave of