The Space Marshal's Captive

“You’d

be surprised,” he trampled into her sentence. “The tiniest microchip embedded, sending out a distress signal. I’ve read plenty of reports by my comrades about such things. Some regret not following protocols, having found themselves in life-threatening situations, all because they didn’t do a proper search. Don’t make me regret not stupefying you.”

She wriggled them off, managing to keep her thighs squished together. Bending over, she scooped the panties up and tossed them in his direction. “There,” she declared. “Satisfied?”

She appropriated both of her arms to curtain her private parts, wishing she was a mouse and able to scurry into the smallest gap and disappear. But she wasn’t and Mason wasn’t going to shirk his duties just because he’d made her cheeks flush bright red and her heart pound against her chest.

The inspection of her panties was thankfully swift.

“Good,” he said, laying them to one side. “Now, the rest of your cavities—”

“No,” she interrupted. “Scan me or something.” She looked around the room, hoping some kind of sophisticated scanner was hidden out of sight.

Mason laughed. “This is a troop ship, not a hospital one. This room is pretty basic. Now I can scan small objects in the engineering bay, like your shoes, but a whole person, sorry, no can do.”

“Can’t you make it up in your report?” she pleaded, giving him her best pity eyes.

He shook his head and tut-tutted. “Falsify my report? It’s not that bad, Jade. You’re going to spread your legs and I’ll insert a probe, which will sense any foreign body present in your vagina. Same procedure for your rectum. The data is recorded and will be submitted to the courts. Simple.”

“Both… no, surely, you’re joking. How big a probe?”

He briefly hesitated. “Oh, that’s a point. You’re not a virgin, are you? Because it shouldn’t interfere—”

“My sex life is none of your business—”

He continued over her shrill protest. “As for the anal insertion, there’ll be plenty of lube to aid—”

“Forget it. You are not putting anything inside me.”

The room went quiet, only the sounds of her anxious breathing filled the air.

“Jade,” he said gently. “I can understand if you’re a virgin that this is very scary and I will be careful.”

She nearly lied. It wasn’t that she was ashamed of her sexual past, only that if he believed her to be so vulnerable, he might forgo the whole cavity search. “I… I…”

Mason raised his eyebrows and waited.

Dammit, she groaned inwardly. Lying to him was tough. He seemed to exude some mysterious authority over her. “No,” she whispered. “I’m not a virgin.”

“So, you should be fine with this probe. It’s slender and—”

The suppressed anger boiled to the surface. He didn’t get it at all. Letting a man make love to her was one thing, having a stranger poke an object into her pussy was a different matter entirely.

“You’re not laying a finger on me,” she snarled.

“Are you defying me, Jade?”

“I’m refusing to cooperate. So, since you’ll have to force me, and as you just told me you don’t rape, I’d like to see you try to search me.” Forgetting her nudity, she folded her arms across her chest and jutted her chin into the air.

It was a blessing he couldn’t read her mind or hear her heartbeats. Here she was, naked, in the presence of an enforcer whose manner was nothing but polite and unwavering in purpose, yet she almost wanted him to snap and show her his absolute authority. Bizarrely, as her teachers and parents had often drawn to her attention, Jade bent toward those in charge. She liked to argue and make her case, but ultimately if she heard the right tone of voice, the kind that made her feel secure and taken care of, she followed that leader. However, her willingness to comply had to be due to the encouragement of the best leaders, not just anyone. Stupidity and crassness didn’t wash with her—Jade didn’t waste time with fools.

For the moment, Mason had the upper hand and there was little she could do to escape him.

He sighed. “I guess there is another way, but you must do it or else I’ll be required to punish you or worse, stupefy you and have you comply without your awareness. So, this is your one alternative. I give you the probe and you insert it into yourself. You’ll have to crouch here, over this mirror, which is linked to a camera, that way I can watch from the neighboring observation room. Hold the crouch while you insert the probe into your vagina, then anus. If you deviate from my instructions, then I will step in and take over.”

She stared wide-eyed at the circular mirror embedded into the tiled floor. “Is that what you use…” She didn’t want to picture the scene in her head.

“Yes,” Mason nodded. “A stupefied prisoner is very cooperative.” He opened a nearby drawer and retrieved a metallic object with a rounded end and a curved tail, which acted as a stopper. From a cupboard he picked out a bottle. “Lubricant, because you might find it tight going in. Try to hold the squat with your legs spread wide, so that—”