He put his scrubs on. This was not something he wanted to find out more about while naked. The external injuries had been horrific, but the plastic surgery was miraculously good. "Gosh, this is good work. Who was your plastic surgeon?"
"Whitfield."
"Junior or Senior?"
"Both."
"I'll have to write them a fan letter. This is extraordinary." Some of the injuries he traced only by detecting a faint roughness of the skin. She'd had severe restraint wounds on her wrists, ankles, and neck. Metal manacles, he guessed. There had been some kind of metal thigh restraint to force her legs apart. Gruesome. Across the entire dorsal surface of her body he recognized the remnants of whip injuries. They were on her back, ass, arms, legs, and even the soles of her feet. He carefully examined her vulva. No apparent severe damage there, but the rape she reported was bad enough. Then he noticed her anus. There had been some severe damage to her anus and sphincter, not by rape, with tools. The fucking barbarians! Thankfully, it was meticulously repaired. Well, that explained why no anal sex either for a while. By the look of it, she was lucky she hadn't ended up with a permanent colostomy.
"Force feeding," she said without further comment. "Let's not dwell on any of that. I have good news as well. It's not that I can't do anything sexual yet. We can kiss like we were doing. My breasts are healed, so you can play with them."
It was such good work, he had missed them. There was slight roughness on the sides of each of her pert B cups, no discoloration. He felt the moderate internal scarring, too. Some sharp rigid implements had been forced through each breast, meat hooks he would guess. They'd immobilized her for some rape or torture or both. He wasn't maintaining his composure. Hot tears of anger and helplessness streamed down his face. She grabbed his head and hugged it to her chest tightly. "It's all right," she soothed, "I'm going to be all right. I've made a lot of physicians cry in the last six weeks. It's becoming a habit."
"Of course," Zach sniffed from the tears, "You're fine now, physically. You're a strong woman, Anming."
She gently drew him down on the bed next to her and partly on top of her. She smiled at him. "You have this ugly woman trapped underneath you, Zachary."
"Can I ask, should I be noticing anything else?"
"No," she said. "Not anything that left scars. Later. I don't want to dwell on it. And it's derailing the conversation I want to have with you Zachary, not as a doctor, but as a man."
"I understand," Zach said. He rose and threw off his clothes. He lay down partly on her as she had pulled him. His penis was completely limp, and Anming looked at it sadly. They kissed for another while, and that served to change the subject. Soon he was rock hard again, and this time, he pressed it in a frisky way against her, stroking it gently through her little black muff.
"Zachary, I want to offer you everything I can. You can touch and kiss anything you want to kiss," she said. "Just not in anywhere," she said, stroking his dick. "I'm accustomed to sucking a man when I can't offer him more. I'm afraid your penis is of a different scale." She scooted down on the bed, kissed the head of his penis, and fit it into her mouth. She stroked her increasingly spitty hands up and down his cock. She was fitting a bit of the shaft into her mouth and gagging. She tried to force in more anyway. "I'm sorry. I'm terrible. I'm really quite good at this if... well.... hmm... well. Are you getting more excited?" she asked.
"Yes, but I'm worried you're uncomfortable."
"Heavens. Why are you worried about me? How about this. I will lay down on my front. You lay down on top of me and push, but not in. Along the crack there. Could you be gentle and also use some spit if you don't mind? I'm worried about my injury, you understand."
"How about this?" He put Anming on her back and spread her legs. He lifted up her hips. He rubbed his cock gently over her vulva and clitoris, spreading the slick from her excitement along his shaft. It was a kind of torture, because he wanted to push in so badly. His excitement was building rapidly. Her lubrication was of a wonderful quality, and even though he was using it up, was bountiful and yearningly slick. Anming was breathing excitedly, frozen. Her eyes were closed. They both wanted badly to transgress, it seemed. She was completely passive, either hoping or resigned to him having the pleasure of her any way he wished. But they shouldn't transgress. He stopped.
He put her on her tummy. He got a small tube of lube out of his pants pocket. He lubed her ass crack. He put her legs together, straddled her, and slid his cock along her ass crack. It felt magnificent. He pushed her cheeks together. Her ass was lean and firm. It felt wonderful. He got a couple of pillows to put under her hips. He lay down on her and stroked off his dick in her ass crack in earnest. His excitement was building rapidly. His strokes shortened. He was on the very edge of ejaculating. He stopped, breathing hard, so tempted. He flipped her over. She looked up at him guiltily, desperately, conspiratorially.
He slid his slippery cock rapidly up and down her vulva crack and over her clitoris. Anming immediately fell passive, eyes closed. He was poised to explode, his hip motions getting jerky. His strokes shortened until he was barely poking, poking her clitoris with the head of his cock. One quick motion would push it in. One quick motion. He climaxed explosively, "AAAAAHHHRRhhh!"
Zach's first squirt hit the wall above her headboard in the low Martian gravity. He was distracted by this outcome as his second spurt hit Anming full in the face. She had raised her head to see him ejaculate on her and had put herself into the line of fire. "Ahh!" she cried and dropped back, closing her eyes again too late. The third went up her tummy and onto one breast. The fourth thoroughly drizzled her cute muff. The four batches were thick and sticky and pretty much stayed where they landed. He rose immediately to fetch a towel. He wiped her face gently, lovingly, as she lay there with her eyes squeezed shut.
Once her face was wiped, Anming blinked rapidly and smiled, joyous, victorious. "I pleased you," she enthused.
"Very much," Zach said with an earnest look into her eyes. He was guessing that she had been worried he would see her as damaged goods or some such nonsense. To the contrary, he thought her all the more precious for having survived such an ordeal. He tried to get his sticky cum off the wall with the towel, and continued, "I'm sorry. I almost lost control. I almost pushed it in. The thought of doing it made me orgasm very hard."
"It was my fault," she said. "I wanted you to take me. I wanted it very badly."
He put down the towel and grabbed her. "Your turn."
"Don't bother yourself," she soothed. "I know what I have to do. I need to have Ayana examine me. I need her to clear me to try something gently or tell me for certain I can't. She wakes up at 2 PM. I'll call you as soon as she examines me."
Zach encouraged, "Right now, I want to smell you and lick you. I'll enjoy it, too."
Anming smirked, "I smell and taste like your tube of lubricant right now, so I don't believe you. You're being very generous, but honestly, I'm not worth so much trouble."
Zach sighed. He wanted, especially in this pivotal moment for her, to give her some serious satisfaction. On the other hand, she needed far more than sexual gratification from him in this interaction. Considering what had happened to her, he must scrupulously honor her decision, her words, her choice, her consent. She was telling him as passively as possible to piss off, and he needed to comply. He said, "As you wish."
(To be continued)
