Buying Time

“Uh, excuse me, but what exactly were you looking for inside me?”

“Abnormalities and malformations, of course. But the purpose of the exam is to judge whether your rectum is suitable for intercourse… anal intercourse, that is. With a bit of conditioning, you’ll do just fine in that area.”

“Conditioning, Supervisor?”

“Yes. Shall we begin?”

“Well… ”

“Climb up on the table again, my good man. This time on your back. Now raise up your legs, one at a time, and place them into the stirrups.”

Stirrups? Her voice-command had transformed the examination table into something that would have been right at home in a gynecologist’s office.

Galatea buckled my legs with the restraints, then my arms.

The bottom half of the table tilted upward, exposing my naked crotch and bottom. I felt totally vulnerable.

“This won’t hurt a bit,” she said.

She had pulled on a latex gloves and was reaching toward me. I felt an intense freezing shock as she sprayed something on my crotch area.

“A local anesthetic,” she said. I’m going to insert a Sta-Hard implant beneath the skin of the scrotum. That will enhance your work performance.”

I’d heard of those things. The implants consist of a subminiaturized electronic module that controls blood flow and nerve impulse propagation to the penis. They make it possible to sustain an erection for hours at a time.

I saw the flash of a excimer-laser scalpel, but didn’t feel a thing. I was beginning to get drowsy.

I startled awake as she came back into the room. She had left me there, with my legs in the stirrups and my ass hanging out while the surgical adhesive set on the incision.

“Now we’ll work on your anterior sex organ,” she said.

She disrobed and I couldn’t help admiring her full breasts, the nicely rounded hips and upholstered posterior of a classically voluptuous woman, and… and… her majestic erect cock.