Bound by Her Promise

She nodded, remembering the sharp pain as the nurse injected the miniscule device just below her navel. Three years of guaranteed infertility. Children were forbidden on the Outer Rim worlds. A law she was well acquainted with from her own childhood, and she buried the unwanted memories of abandonment before they could reappear.

The thorough medic coated the device in gel and inserted into her pussy. He peered at the monitor screen behind her head, scrutinising her interior. “I have to say this is perfect.”

The matter-of-fact tone of voice made her feel used. Yes, he was being clinical, but his bedside manner needed improving. She squirmed, uncomfortable and keen to have the intrusive devices removed.

“Done,” he removed the probe and eased the speculum out.

Dr Lamont peeled off his gloves and Lysa lifted a leg out of the stirrup.

“Wait,” said the doctor. “I’m done with your vagina. That’s all.”

Lysa’s eyes widened. “What?” she whispered, watching the exchange of glances between Blake and Dr Lamont. Blake moved off the wall and sauntered across the room towards her. He put her leg back in the stirrup. “Stay.”

“So, Blake, I take it you plan to use her anally?”

She sprung up, her mouth transformed into a gape. “You’ve got to be—”

“Yes,” interrupted Blake, answering Dr Lamont. “A good wife makes everything available to her husband.” There was no malice in his tone, but no niceties either.

What had she let herself into now? She’d assumed being his wife would bring her respect, now they spoke of her as nothing but a sexual object, her worse fears sprung to life.

“You’ve had anal sex before?” The doctor asked her raising his eyebrows.

“Never, why would—”

“Then we ought to check your anus is in good health.” He picked up a fresh pair of gloves. “Lie back, Lysa. It won’t take long. I’ll be gentle.”

She froze, switching between Blake and Dr Lamont, hoping one of them would offer her an escape route to her predicament. Blake touched her shoulder and smiled, then he pushed her back down.

“You’re making this much harder than it should be, Lysa,” said Blake. “Do as you’re told.” His tone changed, sterner and husky. She swallowed, bit down hard on her lower lip and lay back. Faced with a doctor, whose fingers seemed to have grown in girth since she’d first seen them, the reviving confidence she’d christened earlier started to slip away again.

The doctor shifted the stirrups farther back, lifting her bottom up higher. “Mmm. I’m happy to bleach this anus, if you’d like.”

Lysa lifted a finger. “No. I wouldn’t—”

“Sounds good,” replied Blake.

For him! “It’s my arse,” she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest.

Blake leaned over her, resting a hand on either side of her head. “Will you take it easy? Bleaching is temporary. If the cream isn’t applied regularly, the pigmentation returns. It is straightforward to do and it makes for a pretty little bud, one I will enjoy looking at and touching, making you squirm with pleasure. Okay?” He tipped her chin up with a finger. “Lysa?”

“Fine,” she grumbled. With increasing clarity, she understood what might be her body would cease to be her possession once she married. Laws dictated her lesser status. Nobody seemed to care about it back on Earth, how Corporate wives were treated. She repeated her mantra, focusing on the distant future and not the immediate humiliating scene she’d consented to inflicting upon herself.

From out of the cupboard, the doctor fetched a bottle. “I’ll apply the first treatment myself. Repeat it every day for a week and the pigmentation in her anus will fade, then once a week to maintain it. She’ll be left with a lov

ely puckered pink hole.”

Lysa cringed at the idea.

He shook the bottle and motioned to Blake to stand closer. “Like this.”

He dabbed it on, then smeared it around her back entrance. Unlike the lubricant, the unction heated her anus and stung, too. “Rub it in until it disappears.”

While her back hole blazed, the rest of her shivered, forming goose bumps about her belly. How much longer would it burn?

“This is good stuff.” Blake took the bottle from the doctor and peered at the label.

“It can have a dual purpose, if you so wish. But, that’s down to you, Blake. Don’t put too much on at once.”