Her Alien Commander by Ashe Barker

Caria flinched but made no attempt to prevent his actions. She did, however, wrap one arm across her small breasts and with the other she attempted to shield her pussy from their view.
    “Hmm, she needs an implant,” the doctor huffed. “I will do it while I’m here.”
    “No need,” said Phahlen. “Caria will adapt just fine. Please, conclude the tests as quickly as possible.” He stood behind Caria and bent to murmur in her ear, “Do exactly as you are told and this will soon be over. The examination will be intimate, but not painful, and I shall remain here the whole time.”
    She managed a small nod, but still took a step back when the doctor reached for her wrist.
    “Caria…” The warning note in his tone was carefully cultivated, and seemed to have the desired effect. Caria allowed the doctor to affix a light band around her upper arm, a monitor that would record her heart rate, blood pressure, temperature, and a host of other physical signs. The doctor consulted his diagnostic tablet and appeared content.
    “If you could just lie down on the couch, and spread your legs, please.”
    Phahlen expected a protest and was not disappointed. Caria whirled toward him and would have tried to bolt for the door had he not stopped her flight with an arm around her slim waist. “Just close your eyes, count to one hundred, and by the time you finish, this will be over,” he promised.
    “Sir…?” She looked up at him, fear and indecision writ large across her features.
    Phahlen decided to settle the matter for her. “Caria, you have no choice. Do not make this more difficult for yourself than it has to be.” He lifted her in his arms and carried her the couple of paces over to the couch where her wrap lay draped across one end. He laid her lengthways on the cushions and seated himself behind her head, angling his hips to half face her. “Your hands, please, Caria.”
    He noted that her eyes were already closed as she reached her arms above her head to offer her hands to him. He gripped her wrists and held both in one of his hands, then used the other to wind his fist in the thick tresses of her hair.
    “I’ll be here the entire time. All you need to do is remain still, and answer any questions that either I or the doctor put to you. Do you understand, Caria?”
    Her mouth flattened and she nodded again.
    “Caria, talk to me. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, sir,” she whispered.
    “Good. So now, spread your legs as wide as you can.”
    He had to hand it to her, she made a decent attempt. Keeping her feet together, Caria allowed her knees to separate, affording the doctor a decent view of her pussy. The medic glanced dispassionately at his target, then delved into his bag to extract a cylindrical probe.
    “She would be more accessible with a couple of cushions under her hips. That would present a better angle. Do you have any?”
    “In the sleeping chamber.” Phahlen tilted his chin to indicate the correct door.
    The doctor scuttled off, to return a few moments later with two pillows. “If you could just get her to lift up…”
    Phahlen released his grip on Caria’s hair to reach down and shove his hand under her bottom. She yelped at the contact with her still tender flesh but allowed him to lift her up sufficiently for the doctor to ram the pillows under her hips. The medic appeared satisfied and picked up the probe again.
    “I am going to insert this into her vagina. Once in contact with her cervix the probe emits a magnetic pulse that will pinpoint any anatomical irregularities. By the look of her I would say she seems quite dry and tight so perhaps a little lubricant…” He proceeded to smear the probe with a generous helping of gel before placing it between Caria’s pussy lips. He started to press it into her body.
    Caria whimpered, and Phahlen saw that tears were already leaking from behind her eyelids.
    “Hold it a moment,” he instructed. He leaned over her to murmur in her ear, “Morele