her hips until they were flush to the edge and let her legs dangle.
"Good girl." The doctor lifted her feet into straps that hung from a rack overhead, manipulating a pully until her legs were spread high and wide. "What's your name?"
"Ruby," she answered.
"Well, Ruby, let's see how you're recovering from the First Trial." He pulled a stool up to the end of the table and sat between her legs.
Ruby stared up at the tented ceiling, a blaze of white silk, tensing with each second that passed by.
He probed the folds of her cunt. His gloved fingers were dry, but slicker than if they'd been greased. "Still red and tender, are we?"
"Yes," Ruby admitted.
"Is there pain when you walk, and when you sit?"
"A little."
He traced slow circles around the entrance to her cunt. Ruby held her breath. The back of her neck prickled. After her exertions in the Tournament tent, she didn't want sex, but if the King's doctor asked her….
"Lubricating well," said the doctor, slipping something inside of her cunt that expanded and opened her up like a balloon. "And no permanent damage. But the vagina is surprisingly resilient. Let me raise you up a bit…." The pulley squeaked, lifting Ruby's rear a few inches above the table.
The doctor removed the instrument from her cunt. He fingered her asshole, greasing it, before repeating his inspection.
"The Tournament wouldn't be possible without blessed ointment," he observed, removing the instrument and touching the tender, puckered hole with his strange glove. "But you'll be fine in a day or two. You have a beautiful cunt, Ruby."
"Thank you," said Ruby.
"Looking at it makes me hard."
"Why don't you fuck me on the table," Ruby invited. "While I lie here helpless and exposed."
"That's how it feels to you ," said the doctor, unhooking her feet from the straps and letting her sit up. "The harness reminds me of work, and you're not ready to have sex yet."
"But I can touch you." Ruby reached out to grasp his erection through the folds of his robe. He had a nice, thick cock. She gasped with delight as she stroked and squeezed all along its length until a damp spot soaked through the fabric.
"Look at you," said the doctor. "Soon you'll have a wrist full of beads."
The implication was clear: as a woman gathered beads, she gained status. The King's doctor was an important man, but if Ruby collected enough beads to outrank him, he'd be forbidden from asking her for sexual favors.
"Right now I only have one," said Ruby.
The doctor raised the robe to bare his long legs and slim hips, and his lovely hard cock. "Jerk me off." He stepped between her parted knees. "I want to see my cum drip down your breasts."
"Fast?" Ruby demonstrated, squeezing tight and jerking hard. "Or slow?" She eased her grip and twisted her wrist with a slow, controlled stroke.
"Fast. I don't have much time. I have many examinations to do before I can report back to the King."
"What's he like?" Ruby asked.
"Pay attention to my cock now, and I'll tell you a secret while you're soaking in my cum."
"I love your cock," moaned Ruby in a breathy, desperate voice, jerking as hard as she could. "I want you to fuck me with your cock. I want you to shove it deep inside my cunt. I want to wrap my lips around you and suck you dry. You make me so wet."
He shot cum all over her breasts. Ruby dragged her finger through the mess, smearing semen on her nipple, and then licked it clean.
"I've had concubines in the King's harem who couldn't make me come as fast as you just did." The doctor let his robe drop. "Here is your secret. Many women leave the Tournament with only one bead because they think the Second Trial is just like the first. It's not."
Ruby held her breath. Everybody knew about the First Trial. Almost all the women in Morrow participated at least once, and they traded memories over the fire into old age. But the later Trials, even the Second Trial, were secret. Ruby asked many