Chapter 1

Alpha, the Commander of Albion’s forces, shook his head.

“Every Descendant has to have a weekly medical exam” he repeated. “Including me. it’s the regulations from Command.”

The gorgeous raven haired woman in front of him scrunched her face in annoyance. Freyna was one of Albion’s Descendants, an elite team of soldiers genetically enhanced by ancient technology. Like all Descendants, she was in peak physical form, and her combat suit left little of her shapely body to the imagination.

“Come on Commander, it’s different for the guys and you know it. For us women, it’s so much more ... invasive.” Freyna blushed a little, looking worried.

“I”m sorry, but the way Arche can adversely affect Descendants’ bodies, it’s critical a complete exam is done weekly. It’s a regulation I happen to agree with. For women, that includes a gynecology internal. It’s just the way it is.”

“But we do it every week! It’s so excessive, nothing’s changed!” Freyna blushed a little bit more, remembering her last examination. “Can’t I skip it this time?”

“No. And I need you to do it today, I have a mission I want you on tomorrow and you need to be designated fit for duty. Report to the Medical Center, Freyna. That’s an order.”

Standing in front of the Medical Center, Freyna thought of the Commander’s words. She knew she wasn’t the only Descendant to hate these exams. A few hours prior, she had seen her friend Hailey enter the Medical Center with a tear rolling down her cheek. But regulations were regulations, and Descendants didn’t often have the liberty of choice.

Looking resigned, Freyna took a step forward and pushed the door open.

Freyna squirmed a little in the gyno chair, once again in the increasingly familiar position of on her back in a medical setting. The tidy gray-haired doctor, some top military doctor in the Medical Corps, tightened the velcro straps around her ankles to the foot stirrups, splaying her legs apart.

“Just relax, Freyna. How many times have we done this now? You’ll be out of here before you know it.” The old doctor smiled at her, an odd glint in his expression as his eyes raked over her nearly naked form. They focused a moment on her substantial ass, barely squeezed into her fishnets, then her bared breasts. There was a clear military chain of command, and inside this building the doctor outranked even Commander Alpha.

“Yes Sir” she muttered, averting her eyes. “You really don’t need to restrain me...”

“It’s necessary. I know some of my instruments can be cold or uncomfortable and you squirming or wiggling like last time won’t do. This is delicate work.”

Chastised, Freyna kept her eyes downcast. She felt indignant at his condescending tone but he was in charge.

Freyna hated these exams. She hated too they didn’t even give her a gown or anything to cover herself. After the generic physical, they would just order her to strip down and start probing and prodding. It was so cold and callous. Notably, she was allowed to retain from her suit only the fishnet stockings that covered her legs and ass. A rosy hue spread across her cheeks as the doctor’s gaze reluctantly moved away from her breasts to focus on the apex between her thighs, not hidden at all by the fishnets.

There was no shortage of beautiful women in the Descendant Corps (something to do with how the Ancient’s Arche interacted with their genes), but Freyna had always been one of the doctor’s personal favorites.

Especially when she was strapped down and vulnerable.

Taking a pair of surgical scissors, the doctor made a few quick snips in her fishnets, cutting a hole for access to her womanhood. “This way you can retain some modesty” he told her seriously, as if being allowed to wear only see through fishnets was some kind of charitable favor he gave her. Too embarrassed to respond, and aware of the futility of it anyway, she nodded tightly.

The sensuously shaped girl’s hot pussy practically steamed in the freezing cold exam room air, her fleshy labia seeming to pout as they hid her private inner pink from view.

He would fix that shortly. But first...

The doctor retrieved a video camera mounted on a tripod from the closet, and with Freyna staring and quivering he positioned it between her legs. Her eyes watered in humiliation but she said nothing as he pointed it squarely between her thighs at her bared pussy mound. It would do no good. She had argued last time with him about it, and had been thoroughly rebuked.

“Doctor! You can’t be serious -”

“It’s for both our records of your exam and, more importantly, to be used as a training video for medical students.” He had interrupted her. “Descendants have a unique biology and there’s scant educational materials on them.”

When she had tried to protest, he pulled rank on her and ordered her to drop it. And so here she was, every week having the most private and personal details of her anatomy recorded for public viewing. And she couldn’t do anything about it.

Freyna quietly fumed, close to open tears and looking thoroughly distressed.

“Please...” she whispered quietly, but he acted like he didn’t hear her. He set the camera to record and began the exam.

With hands covered in black latex gloves, the doctor gently reached out and ran his fingers over the sensitive groove of her slit. Freyna tensed.

“Any pain or unusual developments in this area?” the doctor asked nonchalantly as his fingers opened, spreading her lips apart and revealing a sliver of pink flesh. Freyna shuddered, flushing in embarrassment.

“No Doctor. Everything has been f-fine.” She squirmed a little as the doctor leaned in closer, looking at the parted flesh below his fingers. He glanced at her clit, her tiny little urethra, her delicate inner lips. The barest hint of a smile shadowed his face.

“Arche can be very hard for the body to process, and complications can show up in unexpected places. Especially for you, Freyna, since your Arche allows you to manipulate biological toxins.” The doctor removed his hand, her pussy lips snapping shut again gently. When he picked up the gleaming steel speculum off the tray, Freyna shuddered, eyeing it warily.

“I’ll need to take a look inside, naturally. Just breathe and relax.” He began to liberally smear a jelly-like lubricant on the device.

Freyna still eyed the speculum with trepidation. The speculum looked bigger than last time. She opened her mouth to ask about it, but before she could say a word the doctor’s gloved hand parted her labia and the newly greased-up monster was jammed between her legs.

“A-ah!” She gasped as the cold speculum slid abruptly halfway up her tight little tunnel, her lips gripping it in a tight hug. Why did he always do that?!

“Good girl. Just relax.” The doctor said soothingly while he pushed it slowly deeper and Freyna’s hips squirmed. He had indeed been using slightly bigger speculums on her with every visit, but she didn’t need to know that. He was looking forward to seeing how wide her could pry her delicate little cunt apart this time.

Especially since she had unknowingly ‘graduated’ standard sizes, and today’s was the first of his set of customized, extra large devices. His cock stirred in anticipation.

With the closed speculum fully seated up her tender love nook, the doctor twisted it back and forth a little to wiggle in the last few millimeters. Freyna’s thighs quivered. “a-ah! It’s so cold doctor!” She wanted to complain at how deep it was (it felt longer!), but was too mortified to do so. She grit her teeth as the end of the blades scraped along her cervix.

“Shh. I’m going to open it now. We’ll take it slow.”

Freyna sucked in a ragged breath as the doctor began to turn the wingnut. The cold, long jaws of the speculum began to pry apart, pushing the walls of her sensitive cunt apart. With each turn, her most private of places widened, baring more and more of her sensitive pink to the old doctor’s lecherous gaze.

The first few centimeters were uncomfortable, but tolerable. But as the doctor continued to crank the speculum, widening her straining tunnel further, Freyna quickly found herself nearly hyperventilating.

“Ow!! S-sir, it - ouch! - that h-hurts! How much wider does it - ngh! - need to be?”

The doctor soothingly rubbed her inner thigh with one hand while the other cranked the speculum”s adjustment screw again. Her ass wiggled and her thighs twitched, her lips parting in a ragged gasp.

“NgH! Ohh! G-god...!”

With her delicate pussy stretched and straining desperately, the lewd hole nearly wide enough for the doctor to fit four fingers without touching the sides, the doctor stopped widening the speculum. Freyna trembled, biting her index finger to stifle a groan. Her ankle restraints kept her legs spread.