“I’m afraid this is part of my job,” the doctor said. He turned to Lydia. “Solid ten on contraction,” he said. She made a little note on her tablet.
“What does that mean?” Kayla asked desperately.
“It means your vagina is healthy,” the doctor said reassuringly. “When it’s time for you to have sex, you and your partner are going to enjoy yourselves greatly. To put it another way, from the administration’s perspective, you’re a catch. Now do please answer Lydia’s question.”
He reached for something in a drawer behind him, and Kayla saw the shape of it. “What’s that?” she asked in a panic.
“I’m afraid it’s just what you think it is, honey,” Lydia said. The doctor pressed a button, and the air was filled with a faint hum.
“You’re going to have an orgasm for me now, Kayla,” he said. “We need to make sure your arousal cycle completes properly, and we need to determine how far along you are toward multi-orgasm.”
“Have you had multiple orgasms, ever?” Lydia asked sympathetically.
Kayla shook her head.
Lydia smiled. “Best part of the Basic Law,” she said.
Kayla had focused on the vibrator, with its long part and its short part. She had only ever tried a vibrator once, and had found herself too embarrassed to do it again, even in private, but she still remembered the strength of the orgasm she had had.
The doctor laughed and gently rubbed the long part of the buzzing vibrator up and down Kayla’s pussy-lips, so that she cried out. “What? What’s… the best part?”
“The administration promotes multi-orgasm as a social policy,” Lydia said. “Why don’t you tell me about your first intercourse, now?”
Now the doctor had the toy—instrument, whatever—inside her, and the little part came up against her clit, and the words came out in a rush. “College… got fancy… fancy hotel room for—oh, God—me and boyfriend…”
“And how old were you?”
“Ah! Nineteen! Oh, please…”
“Did it hurt?”
“N-not very much. Oh, God, doctor, please, please…”
“What position?”
“Just, um, regular… missionary… but then… ah… he had me get on top…” At the memory, the lovely memory of Michael Fulton in the room at the Ritz, of riding his cock to the first sex-induced orgasm of her life, Kayla came.
And the way the doctor knew how to use that infernal vibrator, or maybe some effect of the weakness in her muscles from the cryo, made the orgasm so incredibly powerful that Kayla screamed in pleasure as she had never screamed before—though Michael had fondly designated her a screamer after they had made love at the Ritz.
And then he didn’t take the vibrator away, though she begged, “Oh, it… it happened… please…”
Lydia said, “We want to see if it will happen again, Kayla. Have you had anal sex?”
Just the question, the silly, shameful question, made Kayla come again. “No!” she shouted, gasping, in the midst of her climax.
“But you fantasize about it?”
The shudders began to leave her. “Yes,” she moaned.
The doctor shut off the vibrator. “Solid ten there, too,” he said. Lydia made a note. Kayla felt like she could barely even see them, her body was still shaking so violently from the two orgasms.
“I never…”
“I know,” the doctor said. “That’s why we do this exam. You can expect to have a lot of suitors, Kayla.”
“Wh-what does that mean?”
The doctor replied matter-of-factly, “You’re in the top tenth when it comes to sexual responsiveness. A lot of men with high testosterone levels are looking for that.”
Kayla’s jaw dropped. “But how will they know?”
“Your scores will be posted, completely anonymously, along with an outline of your interests, and you’ll screen the suitors with the help of your guardian. You’ll only meet the ones you think you might like.”
Kayla felt her cognitive function returning, under the stimulus of this horrifying, fascinating information. “So… it’s like a marriage market?” Her eyes felt as wide as saucers.
“I suppose you could call it that,” Lydia conceded. “But even the administration won’t be able to link these results with your name—only the suitors you select will ever know who you are.”
The doctor took out a plastic speculum. “I’m going to finish up your exam now, while Lydia takes the rest of your sexual history.”
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