The Enforcer's Bride

Chapter 7

Hannah

Jude immediately crossed the small room and closed the backside of my patient gown, deftly tying tight knots. “Sister Leah, fetch some apple juice and crackers for Hannah,” Jude commanded, handing me a small bottle of water from the counter. “Do you think you can get on the examination table?” Jude crooned to me, stroking the side of my face. 

Tears streaming down my face I nodded and slowly stood up. The caring act had to be for the benefit of onlookers. While in The Province wives were a husband’s property, abuse was frowned upon and it wouldn’t look good for Jude to break his own rules. Doctor Clarkson had adjusted the table to a sitting position and brought out the stirrups. I leaned against the back rest still trembling and slowly put my feet up, keeping my gown pulled down as much as possible. 

Doctor Clarkson washed his hands, “Hannah I understand that you had a very exciting time in the outside world but I’m glad to see you back at home,” he sat on a stool in front of me, put on a pair of gloves and turned to Jude. “Would you prefer me to do the test first?” Jude nodded, sat back in his chair and crossed his arms.

Doctor Clarkson turned back to me. “Alright Hannah, you may feel a pinch,” he squeezed gel on his fingertips and reached under my gown. I squeezed my eyes shut and silently willed him to get it over with, whatever it was.

“Wait what are you-OH,” I gasped as I felt the doctor’s pointer and middle fingers penetrate my virgin p***y. As much as I silently willed myself to hate the sensation, juices started running down my thighs and onto the table. The doctor chuckled.

“Jude I don’t believe you’ll have a problem bedding this one, and everything is in tact,” he pulled his fingers out. I bit my lip stifling a groan, opening my eyes to glare at Jude’s smug expression. Jude will not be bedding me, I’ll make sure of it.

“I’m going to need to ask Hannah a series of questions, if you are at all uncomfortable please let me know and we can stop.”

“Yes please don’t offend the male sensibilities,” I muttered under my breath.

“Did you have a question Hannah?” Jude raised his eyebrows at me, staring me down. I shook my head. "Please continue doctor."

“Alright Hannah lets see, is your monthly cycle usually on time?”

“Yes doctor it’s gotten a lot more reliable since I’ve been taking…..birth control,” I glared directly at Jude. Any form of birth control was forbidden in The Province. We were expected to breed regularly and often and have as much children as possible. We were only allowed to stop when our bodies told us to stop, only then was medical intervention allowed. Jude’s smug expression turned to a seething glare and I knew I’d struck a nerve.

“And how long have you been taking those?” Doctor Clarkson chose his words carefully, scribbling on a notepad.

 I kept my glare on Jude, “About a year, the outside world has tons of different options.”

Jude got up from his chair and stalked out of the room, slamming the door.

Jude

I paced the hallway, running a hand through my cropped hair. How could she poison her body with that filth? Why did she need it if she wasn’t having s*x? She was still intact, obviously a virgin. The realization hit me. She was planning on having s*x. With the guy from the bakery, the one who showed up in her extraction report.

Doctor Clarkson exited the exam room, “Don’t worry Jude, we have ways of purging the poison.” Sister Leah returned with the apple juice and crackers.

“Start Hannah on the treatment immediately,” I commanded, “I’ll take this to Hannah. Leave us, I need to have a word with my future wife.” I took the snack and headed back into the exam room. Why didn’t they feed Hannah earlier? Must I take care of everything around here?

Hannah looked up as I entered, her legs still propped in the stirrups, womanhood on display and glistening. I set the snack down on the counter and stood in between her legs, noticing the red welts on the backs on her thighs. I ran my finger over them, “Who did this to you? It wasn’t authorized,” I asked softly. Hannah bit her lip and shook her head. I moved my tracing finger further up her inner thigh, “You’ve been a bad girl Hannah, putting poison in your body,” I moved my finger over her p***y opening, already gushing. 

Hannah softly moaned, “No Jude, stop, I don’t want you.”

“You don’t want me?” I smirked and continued to tease her outer folds, “Your body is telling me differently.” I shoved my second hand into her gown and ran my hands over her breasts. 

“OH,” Hannah gasped, trying to squirm out from under me.

“Give yourself to me Hannah, give yourself to the pleasure,” I moved my lower hand to gently start rubbing and flicking her clit and my upper hand to her left breast, pinching and rolling her erect n****e before moving to her right. “Jude, oh” Hannah sighed. “Yes, Hannah, give yourself to me,” I moved my lower hand faster over her clit. Hannah’s moans and sighs picked up speed as I worked calmly over her body, playing her like an instrument. Her hips rocked back and forth picking up speed, moaning and sighing. “Good job baby girl, now I want you to come,” I strummed her clit faster and with more ferocity. Hannah arched her back, little red spots on her cheeks and with a final moan she climaxed in my hands. I stroked her a few seconds longer before pulling my hands away and wiping them on a cloth. I turned around to see Hannah sniffling, wiping tears away from her eyes.

“Jude I can’t, I can’t stay here. I can’t do this,” she whispered. I stroked her cheek. 

“Of course you can, and you will. You can feel this good all the time if you submit to me and be my wife,” I turned around to the sink. “Or you can be difficult and face the consequences. The doctor will start you on medication to make sure your body is rid of the poison,” I handed Hannah the apple juice and crackers then turned and left, leaving her. I started to make some plans in my head, I’d been too easy on Hannah’s re-assimilation. We may have to do things the hard way.