Without further preamble, he pressed the probe into her bottom hole and on cue, she pushed back to receive it. While he slid it in, he kept his other hand working her pussy, using his stroking finger as an aid. She responded amazingly well for such an intrusive examination. He never expected her to enjoy it, and yet, to his surprise, she couldn’t help responding physically to his stimulating touches. Emotionally, he guessed, she was i
n a mixed-up place and one that might need resolving at a later date.
He watched the probe sink deeper, the little light at the end flickering as it recorded its data. What should he do with her, he mused as he stroked her wet vagina. If only he could keep her awake and out of stasis. He shook his head, dismissing the images that raced into his mind. Spanking her was one thing, especially if she disobeyed him, but fucking her was out of the question—she wouldn’t consent anyway.
Jade moaned and started to writhe about. He paused, stilling his hand and holding the device halfway in.
“Please,” she muttered.
Going by the half-open eyes and white-knuckle grip on the edge of the table, she wasn’t asking him to stop. He increased the speed of his strokes, adding an extra finger. The probe went deeper, right down to the curve and it sat snugly along her ass furrow. He didn’t even need to hold it. The computer screen, which sat in the line of eyesight, flickered, the data streaming over the monitor. She was clean. Very clean.
Mason pursed his lips, weighing up the dilemma—leave her half-baked and frustrated, or let her finish. He’d no doubt she was close—her pussy was clenching his fingers and the computer was indicating an intense sexual arousal was happening.
He eased the probe out and her anal bud closed behind it.
“The probe isn’t sufficient, not for you, Jade. You need a closer inspection,” he said. “And I don’t trust machines.” That statement wasn’t a lie. His spaceship was a heap of mechanical problems and nearly all the systems needed an overhaul, including the medical suite, so he wasn’t lying, he told himself, merely massaging the truth.
With one hand agitating the soft lining of her vagina, he used the other to penetrate her anus, thrusting inside and reaching to the knuckle with a swift jab. One finger was sufficient for his inspection and also for Jade to achieve an abrupt orgasm.
“No, fuck, no,” she whimpered, her face flushing bright red as she bucked against the table. “Sorry, sorry,” she mumbled. To herself, or him?
It probably wasn’t her intention to lose it and come all over his fingers, but she had and the evidence dripped out of her pussy. He gently retrieved his digits and made no comment, no passing judgement or censure. She’d gone from abject humiliation to an orgasm and it had to be hard for her to admit that it was her own body that had deceived her.
As for Mason, his cock was rock hard. It was fortunate his pants weren’t tight or else he’d be in pain from the erection. He prided himself on self-control, and he needed the attribute in buckets to hold back from taking her fully.
The biggest frustration was the next stage of her incarceration—putting her into stasis.
“Before we leave for the stasis room, would you like a shower?” he asked, removing his sodden gloves with a snap.
She opened her eyes, her red cheeks turning ashen as she gradually realized what had transpired while he conducted her cavity search. “Yes, please,” she said quietly.
“Don’t be embarrassed.” He helped her to her feet. “I know what it’s like. You’ve been alone for some time—”
“Don’t, please, make excuses for me,” she said a little curtly, shaking off his arm. “I know what just happened. I’d rather you forgot all about it and please don’t enter it into the records.”
He opened his mouth and then shut it. It was best she didn’t know. The probe had registered her near orgasm and transmitted it to the database. Now the computer, and the courts, would know she’d had an erotic experience in the middle of a cavity search. When he had the chance, he might try to expunge it from the database, but computers, rather like machines, weren’t his strength.
He showed her the shower cubicle and she slipped into it, hiding behind the frosted screen.
Mason paced the room. The next stage would be the hardest—freezing her into a block.
“Towel?” she yelled from behind the screen.
He handed her one and she wrapped it around her chest. It barely covered her ass.
“Clothes. Please.” She pointed at the neat pile Mason had created.
“Not much point, Jade. You’ll need to take them off again in the stasis room. If your clothes freeze, they will stick to you. The room is just down the corridor.” An expression of dismay, almost terror, remained etched on her face throughout his explanation. Was that look due to the imposition of nudity, which he doubted, or something else? She wasn’t telling him everything.
“The towel stays until we get there,” she stated firmly.
There didn’t seem much point in fighting over that. She was minutes away from being entombed in ice. “Sure,” he said. “This way.”
Walking along the dim corridor, her feet pattered on the floor and she hung her head. Rules. He lived his life by them and accepted their existence; however, he wished he could ignore a few of them when it suited his needs better. It wasn’t the first time he’d felt this way, but on that occasion, he’d let her go—was he about to do the same again?
The air hissed and a prickle of static shot across the back of his neck. He reached out to grab Jade, but he was too slow. She’d already moved, floating upward toward the ceiling while he drifted backward, his feet rising before his face. He somersaulted through the air and ended up facing in the opposite direction. By the time he rotated back around, she’d gone, only the towel remained. He snatched at it with his fingertips.
The gravity control system had failed.