“Then, I shall examine her,” said the Gotti.
Things were going too far. Shayla stopped whimpering and straightened her legs. “It’s probably indigestion.”
Jago patted her shoulder. “Let the Gotti check.”
“I’ll be fine soon.” She attempted to sit up, but Kriss eased her back.
“Please undress. I’ll need a moment to research.” The Gotti pointed to the corner of the room.
An oracle!
It was like the others, round and glowing. The medic spread her spidery fingers around the globe and communed with it in silence. How would Shayla get over there alone?
“Clothes, Shayla.” Kriss picked at her sleeves.
“I don’t need—”
“Yes, you do.”
She wore two layers: the outer gown, which was a deep shade of green, and a thin slip underneath for extra decency. There was nothing she could do to stop them. They drew the dress over her head and pressed her back onto the examination bed. Naked, blushing, and impatient, Shayla wished she’d fine-tuned her plan.
The Gotti returned to the bedside. “I need to scan her stomach for blockages.” She picked up a handheld device.
The scanner buzzed as she held it aloft over Shayla’s belly button.
“Mm, nothing obvious,” the Gotti said.
“That’s good.” Jago folded his arms. “Anything else?”
The scanner circled Shayla’s breasts. Her nipples were erect. How could she hide them? To her horror, other parts of her were feeling strangely aroused, too. This was nothing to do with the Gotti. It had to be due to Kriss and Jago; their display of concern was touching and affecting her heightened libido. If she hadn’t had that wild dream...
“You used her with your mouth?” the Gotti asked Kriss.
Shayla frowned. Used was a horrible expression and commonly applied to droids.
“With my tongue. I might have kissed her too hard.”
“Mm.” The Gotti put the instrument on the table. She held up her hands, right in front of them. Her forefinger started to swell. Shayla swallowed hard, and a huge lump in her throat formed in her throat. The finger extended another two or three inches in length.
Then the Gotti said the words Shayla was dreading. “I will perform an internal examination of her vagina. Please raise your knees and spread your legs.”
“Go away. I’m fine.” Shayla shot up and hugged her knees.
“This is most impractical.” The Gotti wagged her long finger at Shayla. “It won’t take long.”
“Nope.” Shayla buried her face in her knees.
Jago clucked his tongue. “Shayla, it won’t hurt. Look at her finger. Kriss’s cock is longer.”
“Nope.” She covered her head, blocking them out. “It’s not necessary. I’m not in pain down there. I’m very much not in pain.”
“Then, why won’t you—”
“It’s not important—”
Kriss snorted. “This isn’t working. I should spank her. Then when she’s bent over with a red ass, the medic can take a good look.”
Spank her! God, no. The humiliation of her ass turning red while somebody looked on.