“<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">That’s my girl,</span>” Aenor called over her shoulder at Shane as she matched K off to the infirmary.<br/><br/>Jaiya was, genuinely, taken aback by the sour response her initial question had elected. ”<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">A-ah. I see</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">.</span>” Coughing into her hand, the woman cleared her throat. “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">I should have figured as much. My apologies, K.</span>” It was no secret what K’s role was within their tight-knit organization, of course. Hell, they already had<i>plenty</i>of pictures bouncing around their group chat; thanks to Nova snapping everything from her point of view for the rest to enjoy. “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">I’ll talk to Momma later, if you’d like,</span>” Jaiya offered before lifting herself off the table and motioning for K to mount it.<br/><br/><i>Siv sat on a plain, no thrills metal chair with her legs crossed. An arm was resting under the swell of her chest, holding up her pair of modest-sized breasts, while her other was held off at the side; wrist akimbo and limp. Her first two fingers, barely, held the butt of a half-burned stim-cig. Lazy tassels of grey, ghostly smoke drifted in the soft currents of air.<br/>
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Siv was, also, utterly nude.<br/>
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“<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">Let’s try this again, Puppy.</span>” She’d spoken calmly, with composure and compassion. “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">Are you going to be a good girl for momma?”</span> A simple question, of course, but one that would give her all the answer she wanted.<br/>
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Aenor stood beside her, legs clad in a skintight, black leather pair of pants. However, like Siv’s, her chest was left bare; though not as impressive as the black woman’s. In one hand she held the handle of a thick black paddle. The other, cradled the studded, flat length. The tips of her fingers tracing each bulbous bump as her cold, icy eyes bore down into K’s. Her expression was somewhere between bored and disappointed.</i><br/><br/>“<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">Oh, last weekend was just a general check-up on your vitals and a routine screening for any diseases or viruses,</span>” Jaiya explained with the waving of her hand. “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">Besides, you were in a rather...strained, state. I didn’t want such circumstances to cloud my data.</span>” Almost unconsciously, Jaiya had to clear her throat again. “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">Anyway, I just want to check up on your heart rate, blood pressure, reflexes. Those kinds of things. Noting invasive, I promise!</span>”<br/><br/>She, then, reached down to grab her, old-fashioned, stethoscope and plugged in her ears; rolling her neck for a moment to adjust to their weight. “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">Lift your shirt for me, please,</span>” Jaiya spoke softly. There wasn’t nearly as much force or command to her words as Aenor’s or Siv’s. Shane’s either, for that matter.<br/><br/><i>Siv took a long drag from her cigarette. “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">Lily, remove the gag.</span>”<br/>
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Bending down, Aenor placed the tip of her paddle under K’s chin and lifted; pausing only when their eyes met. Then, the woman reached down and pulled the bundle of, her own, underwear from K’s mouth.<br/>
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“<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">Speak, Dog,</span>” Aenor commanded in a flat, even tone.</i>