Learning to Blush (28 page)

“No,” Thorton told him tersely. “She's cold and nervous; of course she's shaking! Now, do what you need to do already.”

He dived his thick finger deep into her pussy with that, and then used his other hand to press down on her stomach. She held her breath and stared at the ceiling, and tried not to think of his finger there, although she could feel his knuckle push against her swollen clit.

He reached up with his hand as he thumbed her clit. “Her responses are normal, healthy. She has a strong reaction to sexual stimulation. So she can be pleased normally, despite the multiple partners… And she creates a healthy amount of moisture.”

She was turning her head to mostly hope that Thorton had his hands balled up into fists, about to punch Fie any second now that she was being molested like this, but Thorton looked like what Fie was doing was both normal and anticipated. Thorton's brows were raised up to his hairline. “I know,” was all he said pride in his voice.

Her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest as Fie continued to stroke her clit and analyze her responses. She could only whimper and wish she wasn’t responding at all to anything that was going on. There was heat in Thorton's expression now, actual arousal, but Fie didn't have that expression. Fie looked nearly bored yet extremely thoughtful, and then he pulled out his fingers and she emitted a sigh of relief.

Then, she heard Fie squirting something on his fingers. Her eyes shot open with concern, but if she had any idea what would happen next, she would have chewed her hand off to get away.

Fie's thick finger, without any warning or ado, went up her bottom. “No!” she cried, shocked by the stretching pain and burning the intrusion caused, but then she did something even more embarrassing; something she’d be wishing she could take back. She came. She didn’t just come, she came
hard,
involuntarily moaning and riding his hand as much as she could. Fie watched with interest, keeping his fingers where they were as she had this reaction, pressing his free hand against her thigh.

“Okay, so her bottom is extremely sensitive to touch. Far more than Ellie's,” Fie said over her head. “That’s really interesting. Did you start her on the stretching kit I suggested last month?”

“I
bought it
,” Thorton replied, his voice deep from his obvious arousal. How could he be so aroused when she was in this position? Damn him! “But I haven’t started her on it. Graham once said that Ellie hated it more than anything else, so I didn’t want to ruin the mood. She's still getting used to me. I figured maybe a couple of weeks from now…”

“What are you talking about?” she asked Fie. She was worried, because she already guessed what they were talking about. She really
hoped
, however, that she was wrong and that they were not actually talking about sticking anything up her bottom.

“Stretching you so you can accommodate your husband’s girth in your anus,” Fie replied, and then as the shock of that set in for Penny, he turned to Thorton. “The intricacies of marriage to a half-breed, Thorton, is nothing to follow Graham's example on. Graham never follows my advice, and he's not a very firm husband. Eleanor would probably be recreational by now if Graham didn’t spoil her. He hasn’t even used that kit
once a
month
. I told him once a week! I’m going to say the same thing to you. You’re not doing her any favors by putting it off, and the more you do it, the less likely you are to hurt her once you start engaging in anal sex more frequently.”

She couldn’t even imagine Thorton fitting up her bottom. The idea was ludicrous.

Fie turned to her. “Have you ever had anything up your bottom in any of your past encounters?”

She didn't even like Fie knowing that she'd had past encounters! It didn't bother her that she was known as sort of a slut on Earth, but here? Here it was different.

She shook her head, feeling slightly nauseated and completely winded by not just the conversation, but by the orgasm she’d had.

“Hm… I don’t think humans are too big on that,” Fie admitted, and then he withdrew his finger and turned away from her.

“Question—” Thorton asked, clearing his throat. “What about the mouth?”

“What about it?”

“Is… Well, this might sound odd—but is her using her mouth on me harmful?” Thorton asked, sounding a little nervous. Penny closed her eyes, actually embarrassed over using her mouth on him, despite it only being “third base”. She couldn’t believe it was so taboo that he was asking a doctor about it.

Fie suddenly laughed, “Wow. Kinky, Buddy. Good for you.” That was the least professional thing Fie had said since she walked into the room, but then that thoughtful, professional countenance took over again. “No, it’s not harmful. Not even if you finish in her mouth. You can even reciprocate if you want. I think it’s popular in human society because they don’t have so many nerve endings as we do; they’re more concentrated in just one place: their clitoris, while Swarii and half-breeds have them in more places throughout. But because most of a human's pleasure doesn’t come from the intercourse… Oral play has become popular on that planet.” Fie grinned over her head at Thorton, then he looked down at her. “This is gonna feel cold, but try to relax anyway. Speculum.”

She blinked with confusion. “A wha—?”

A very, very cold metal thing touched her inner lips, causing her to suck air in through her teeth. “Holy
monkey
!” Relaxing wasn’t possible, but she felt her lips being spread uncomfortably apart.

She wondered for a horrible moment what Fie could see, and she suddenly let out a sob.

Fie turned his back, but then when he turned towards her direction, messing around with tools in his hand, he looked surprised. “Oh, Honey. You’re okay. You’re doing great,” he encouraged, patting her thigh consolingly.

“I wanna go home!” she cried, not caring if it made her sound like a five-year-old.

Fie responded by pressing something deep into her and swabbing something. He did this a few times, pausing between each one. Eventually he stood up and left her there, still splayed, saying, “I’ll run these tests and come right back.”

He wasn't gone for long, but long enough for her to process what happened and why she was there. Now, she just wanted to crawl up in the fetal position somewhere with her bruised ego and the fact that she had been molested for “science”. And all because of Thorton.

Thorton tried to stroke her cheek with his calloused thumb. “How're you doing?” he asked her softly, as if he'd known that she was at her wit's end.

“I hate you,” she seethed, and meant it. The idea of going back to the apartment with him was too much to bear right now. He'd spanked her because she wouldn't come here for this to happen. He'd dragged her here. What sort of lousy person was he?

“You'll feel better when you get home and you nap for a while,” he assured her. “You've had a long day, that's all. I know you're not used to any of this, but trust me—other Swarii woman go through this sort of appointment all the time. It's normal. Tomorrow, you'll realize this wasn't such a big deal.”

She didn’t think so. She had an anger boiling up inside her right now that she’d never had before. She locked her jaw and diverted her eyes from him, too angry to even look at him.

A couple minutes later, Fie opened the door. “Thorton, come here. I want to talk to you for a minute.”

Somehow, everything felt even worse when Thorton left the room, too. And she’d thought it was bad with them both in there! It seemed like it took so long before they came back into the room; and there she was—just lying there, shocked and cold, with her feet still strapped to the stirrups.

When they came back, they were quiet. She glanced at Thorton and saw that there was a dark look behind his eyes, although she somehow felt that it wasn't directed at her. She wouldn't have cared if it was. Thorton came back to hold her, and kissed her on the cheek as he did so, ignoring her attempt to pull her cheek away from him.

“Alright, Sweetie. I’m just going to give you a shot here,” Fie said as she felt a very sharp poke where her thigh met her ass.

She gasped and wiggled as much as she could, but Fie merely finished and said, “The boys got those in their arms, since they were large enough. But they didn’t like it either,” he admitted. “That’s robocuffin, an essential amino acid that will promote cell growth, brain function, and keeps you essentially from aging too quickly. It’s like a super multivitamin. That’s only a once-a-season sort of deal, I promise, and only for the first year until you’re getting it normally in your diet.”

He raised her legs up a little more in the stirrups, raising her butt higher. “This you might not be so crazy about, either.” He looked at Thorton. “Hold her tight,” he advised, and Penny felt Thorton press her harder to the table.

She felt something pressing into her bottom—something as large as a human man’s thumb, followed by Fie’s finger, which was so much larger. “No! No! Stop!” she begged, hating the stretching and burning that restarted.

Fie shushed her like she was a crying baby and withdrew his finger. “You see?” he said to Thorton. “No problem to insert. And it’s only once a week. You’ll be fine doing it for her.”

“What is? What
was
that?” Penny screeched, still feeling an uncomfortable fullness in her bottom, one that tingled and felt strangely cold.

“Do you remember anyone putting anything up your vagina the three days when you were with that tavern-owner?” Fie asked.

She shook her head, and became worried instantly.

“Do you remember anything sexual at all?”

Penny gulped. “I… I remember him touching me with his fingers. I was naked a few times with him, but I can’t remember anything more than that.” And it was true, although she didn't want to think too hard on it. It was nauseating to know what she'd had sex with—an Alien
pimp
—and she hadn't even been sober enough then to realize that she hadn't the ability to say no to him. That drug had just given her zombie-like compliance.

“Sometime while you were on that planet, someone had placed a strong medication into you when you were there,” Fie informed her. “The medication keeps any harmful virus off of you for when he planned to sell you to his customers. Unfortunately, it will kill any semen that tries to impregnate you as well. We’re removing it from your system, but it will take a few months of treatment.” Fie looked strangely awkward. “In your case, the treatment will be suppositories. It’s better than a regimen of injections, believe you me.”

Thorton finally let her go and brushed her red hair with his fingers. “I am so sorry,” Thorton told her softly. “I won’t let anyone touch you like that ever again, okay? You’re my angel,” he was saying, but she couldn’t see his serious expression past her own veil of tears.

“Her appetite should return more and more as the medication leaves her system; that's what was causing it. Everything should normal up in a couple months. Now, dress her. I want her back here in two months. Mary’ll have those suppositories ready for you,” Fie told Thorton, and left the room.

Penny nearly expected Fie to thank her for allowing him to cause her so much horribleness. She slowly stood up, her whole body trembling.

Thorton stood in front of her and scooped her body against his. “It’s over, okay? You were a good girl,” he told her, despite what he’d said earlier. “I’m so glad I brought you in! I’m so sorry about what happened to you…”

Penny narrowed her eyebrows, and then broke his embrace to walk over to where he’d put her clothes and she started tugging them on. Even Yule hadn’t put her through this much grief! She wobbled on her feet, exhausted and feeling sore and drained.

Thorton tried to help her put on her clothes, but she turned away from him and buttoned every button herself. “I know you're angry with me, but you have to know this was for the best,” Thorton told her, seeming to feel her anger radiating in his direction. “But it’s all over now, Penny. We'll get you healthy and then we can put that planet behind us and start our family.”

Penny sneered, sure of only one thing—after everything that happened today, she hated,
hated
Thorton Hux!

Chapter Eleven

Ellie felt numb, besides her hatred for the admiralty. The admiralty had decided that she'd be fired from the service before her disciplinary hearing had even begun. Jack had admitted as much, even though she knew Jack didn't have much to do with it.

The admiralty was no friend of Jack's. It was comprised of twenty men who loved power and wanted more of it in the form of Jack's job. It was a section of government, it seemed, comprised of naysaying every decision Jack made and trying to get him fired as well. Jack was too good, and hadn't given them a reason to get the emperor to oust him, however, and the emperor was the only man alive who could.

Somehow, Ellie was angry with Jack, anyway—especially because he kept trying to make the admiralty sound like they were just short-sighted rather than evil. Though Ellie was angry with everyone, now! What was she going to do without a job?

She had hit her prime, she was not only finally good at something, she was at the top of her game. She was finally free, she finally had resources, and she had her brother and cousins nearby to give her support—this was the time to create devices to wipe the Frian scourge from the galaxy, but here she was, looking at the ceiling and laying on her bed, her working permit permanently denied. She was even denied the ability to access information from their internet so she couldn't work on her own.

She had been used and rejected like a wet tissue. She couldn't even bring up the creation of the fledge at the hearing because it was so top-secret, and the fact that she was a half-breed with capabilities that they didn't have was also top-secret and couldn't be mentioned. The admiralty sat on the knowledge they knew of her with smug grins and got rid of her because she was a woman who they felt couldn't provide them any further use. They didn't like women in their military. They didn't even like humans in their military. They didn't like the change, and they didn't like the fact that her connections were so high. She was a bug that they were happy to finally have the opportunity to squash. There wasn't a decent man among them.