She entered the medical centre with little understanding of what awaited her.
* * *
Since the moment she’d arrived on the colony, Blake had struggled to keep his hands off her. His cock kept hardening, especially after he’d kissed her quivering lips. She seemed far more fragile than what he’d seen on the digital screen. Smaller, slighter, paler. However, the fire in her eyes remained clear and burnt brightly. What made it so remained a mystery.
He could have delayed the examination to the next day—an Earth day—the colonies ignored Callisto’s own orbital day and kept to Earth’s calendar. She needed to rest and recuperate, but an uncharacteri
stic display of impatience crept over him and he wanted to know now if she was compatible for him. He had requirements, things he expected from her and the medic’s examination would provide him with answers.
The challenge would be watching. The doctor would be clinical in his approach to the examination. Blake didn’t worry about the man’s ethics or professional ability to conduct the intimate inspection. What caused him problems was his own fascination with Lysa’s body. His balls already ached and she’d yet to undress.
“Blake,” the doctor shook hands with him. “Finally succumbed to the charms of a wife, heh?” He chortled.
Blake shrugged. “Needs must.” He turned to Lysa, who remained in a state of perpetual nerves with quivering lips and darting eyes. “This is Doc Lamont. Head of Medical Services. He will conduct your check-up.”
“A… man?” she stammered.
“Sorry. There are no female doctors out here,” Blake explained. The one technical profession women were still allowed to join but none could be lured to work on a colony.
“Try to relax, Lysa,” said Dr Lamont. “Come this way.”
He led Blake and Lysa into the examination room. She halted and Blake bumped into her back. In the middle of the room stood the exam table with stirrups and straps.
“Oh no.” She spun about and faced him. “This… This is…”
“This is what is going to happen. You’re going to undress and let the doctor check you over. That’s it, Lysa.” Blake folded his arms across his chest. “Now, be a good girl and get undressed.”
She stepped to one side of him and scanned the room. “Where’s a gown for me to wear?”
“You’re not going to need one. The doc wants you naked.”
She scuttled backwards and bumped into a stirrup, then recoiled as if bitten by a snake. Her eyes wide open and her mouth agape. “I barely know you and I don’t know him at all.” She stabbed a finger at the doctor.
Her display of resistance didn’t surprise him. She glared back at him, her eyes narrowing into slits. However, if she didn’t accept the situation, she’d find him less than pleased with her behaviour. If only he could… no, not yet. Once they signed the marriage contract, he would enact an appropriate form of discipline. However, those tools were not available to him now. She had her rights and all he could do was cajole or coax her into doing as he asked.
“Lysa, we can’t force you,” said Blake. “However, without this, you’ll not be allowed to marry me.”
“I have to sign you off,” added the doctor. “Believe it or not, some women have bribed their way onto the list and then turned out to be incompatible.”
Lysa went pale. “Bribed,” she repeated.
“This is a prestigious status for a woman—a miner’s wife. When you return to Earth, if you remain married the couple are guaranteed housing, work and excellent health care. Even if you divorce, you both get a big financial bonus. Think of the alternative. A life in measly accommodations, toiling in the fields to grow crops, or manning the recycling plants sifting through rubbish. Nobody wants those jobs and some resort to desperate measures to get in the catalogue. All you have to do is let me examine you—a standard medical test.”
“What happens to these women?”
“Depends if they’re caught. I’m thorough, unlike my colleagues on Earth. How old are you?”
“I’m twenty-two.”
“Good,” continued the doctor. “I will check your breasts for sensitivity. Then, I’ll examine your genitalia and ensure you are in good sexual health. Our men want responsive women, able to have pleasure freely and orgasm.”
“And these women fake this back on Earth?” she asked.
“Paid somebody to turn a blind eye and not necessarily using money. Corruption is rife in some parts of the Corp. Now up here, with your future husband watching, there is no escaping the truth. If you can’t handle the sexual requirements, Blake here has the right to send you back.”
Her face turned another shade paler.
The doctor turned to Blake. “Anything else you might want to know?”