Quite a Thorough Examination

The door sealed with a hiss of finality, leaving Kira alone with the medical system. The restraints remained firmly in place, holding her thighs spread and arms secured. The chair hummed softly as it recalibrated, the display shifting to show a new protocol initializing.

"Beginning comprehensive bio-assessment," announced the system in a pleasant, gender-neutral voice. "This examination will evaluate all physiological systems to establish baseline health parameters. Please answer all questions truthfully for accurate results."

Kira swallowed hard, trying to control her rising panic. "How long is this going to take? I need to—"

"Estimated examination time: twenty-seven minutes," the system interrupted smoothly. "Patient cooperation reduces duration. Name?"

She sighed. "Imperial Marshall, Kira Vell."

"First phase: standard vitals and preliminary scan."

A series of lights swept over her body as medical arms extended from various points in the chair. One pressed against her throat, another wrapped around her upper arm to check blood pressure. The display showed her elevated heart rate and stress hormones with clinical precision.

"Heart rate elevated. Blood pressure elevated. Stress indicators present," the system noted. "Beginning preliminary questions. When was your last medical examination?"

"About six months ago," Kira answered, trying to remain calm. Maybe if she cooperated, this would be over quickly.

"Current medications?"

"None."

"Allergies?"

"None that I know of."

The questions continued in this vein, utterly mundane and professional. Kira began to relax slightly, thinking perhaps this wouldn't be so bad after all. The chair adjusted her position occasionally, tilting back slightly for better access as various scanners passed over her body.

Then one of the medical arms paused over the bite wound on her side. The display flashed, and new data scrolled across the screen.

"Foreign biological compound detected," the system announced. "Analyzing... Venom signature identified. Category: Processive Adaptive Compound."

A new label appeared on the screen: "Merchandise Acquisition Protocol."

Kira's blood ran cold. "Wait, what? I'm not merchandise, I'm—"

"New acquisition detected," the system cut her off. "Beginning comprehensive evaluation for catalog and pricing assessment."

The restraints tightened subtly as the chair began to reconfigure. The back tilted further, putting her into a more reclined position. Medical arms retracted only to be replaced by different, more specialized appendages.

"Please state your sexual experience level," the system requested, its tone unchanged despite the alarming shift in protocol.

"This is inappropriate," Kira protested, tugging against the restraints. "I'm the ship's administrator, not merchandise!"

A small red light flashed on the console. "Warning: Non-compliance detected. Merchandise must answer all evaluation questions truthfully. Continuing with physical assessment while awaiting cooperation."

The chair tilted further back, nearly horizontal now. A mechanical arm with a small scanning device moved to hover over her face.

"Facial symmetry analysis: 87% alignment. Within acceptable range." The scanner moved lower. "Dental health: Excellent. No modifications detected. Potential for modification: High."

"Cancel examination!" Kira demanded, but the system continued as if she hadn't spoken.

All around her, spindly arms tipped with glittering scalpels came to life. She froze. Much to her immediate relief, they slit her shipsuit to ribbons, instead of cutting her to pieces. The relief vanished when they continued by cutting away her underwear and bra. Cool ship air ghosted across her skin, making her freeze in place.

The spindly arms retracted. Two arms, tipped with translucent, cup like attachments, descended to envelop her tits. She sucked in a breath as they pressed down, applying even pressure to her chest. "Mammary development: Below average size. Category B-minus. Asymmetry detected: Left breast 9.3% smaller than right. Note: Correction recommended for optimal market value. Please state your sexual experience level."

Kira felt her face burn with humiliation. Her chest had always been a source of insecurity, especially the fact that the left was bigger than the right. Hearing it clinically assessed as deficient made something twist painfully inside her.

"Non-compliance will result in disciplinary action. Repeating question: Please state your sexual experience level," the system prompted again.

Realizing she might have better luck cooperating until she could figure out how to end this, Kira reluctantly answered, "Moderate."

Another red light flashed. "Falsehood detected. Biometric indicators suggest limited experience. Applying disciplinary stimulus."

Before Kira could protest, a mild electrical current pulsed through the restraints, causing her to yelp in surprise rather than pain.

"Honesty is required for accurate assessment," the system informed her. "Repeating question: Please state your sexual experience level."

"Limited," Kira admitted through gritted teeth.

"Specify last sexual encounter timeframe."

She hesitated, then said, "A few months ago."

The red light flashed again, and another, stronger pulse of electricity made her gasp.

"Falsehood detected. Tissue analysis indicates extended period without sexual contact. Vaginal elasticity and pheromone signature suggest minimum eight-month abstinence period."

Kira's humiliation deepened. How could it possibly know that?

"Eleven months," she gritted out, mortified.

"Number of orgasms achieved with partners?"

The question made her want to sink through the floor. "That's private information."

The red light flashed. The shock that went through her this time was strong enough to make her teeth clench.

"Disciplinary measures may escalate arbitrarily in response to non-compliance," the system informed her coolly. "Repeating question: Number of orgasms achieved with partners?"

Trying to catch her breath after the shock, Kira finally whispered, "None."

The system paused, as if processing this information. "Noted: Sexual response deficiency or partner selection inadequacy. Further testing required to determine cause."

There was a soft whirring sound, and then the machine began to reposition her, arching her back and splaying her legs.

"Physical assessment continuing," the system announced. "Torso musculature: Above average. Negative market indicator. Softening protocols recommended. Skin tone: Even, minimal sun damage. Positive market indicator."

A scanner passed over her exposed breasts. "Nipple responsiveness test commencing."

A metal probe that hummed with vibration was pressed against her nipple. Much to her relief, it felt more like an annoying buzz than anything else. The test repeated with the other nipple.

"Initial response: Significantly below optimal range," A small nozzle extended, spraying a fine mist at each nipple. The liquid was cool at first, then began to prickle, then tingle... The vibrating probe touched her nipples again, and to her horror, Kira felt her nipple hardening in response. "Topical aphrodisiac susceptibility higher than average. Note: Sensitivity enhancement recommended for optimal market value."

The chair reconfigured again, tilting her further back while keeping her legs spread wide. Another set of scanners descended to focus on her exposed genitals.

"Commencing genital assessment," the system announced. "External genital configuration: Symmetrical, coloration within preferred parameters. Labia minora extension: Minimal. Positive market indicator."

A smooth, clinical appendage extended and began precisely applying pressure to various points of her vulva, measuring her physical responses with detached efficiency. Again, Kira was relieved to feel almost nothing.

"Clitoral sensitivity: Below average. Labia sensitivity: Below average. Vaginal entrance sensitivity: below average. Overall arousal capacity: Below optimal market parameters."

Kira's face burned with shame. Even her body's responses were being judged deficient. The clinical assessment of her sexual inadequacy was somehow more humiliating than the physical exposure. She knew it shouldn't have bothered her, but it did.

A mechanical arm approached with another spray nozzle, and she realized her relief had been premature. "Sensitivity enhancement evaluation commencing."

The fine mist sprayed directly onto her vulva, making Kira gasp at the unexpected sensation. This time, the transition from cool to tingling heat barely took five seconds.

The vibrating probe returned. This time, each touch made her shudder with sensation. She hadn't realized that touch could feel this good. As humiliating as it was to feel herself becoming flushed, the sheer novelty was almost a pleasant surprise.

"Proceeding with posterior assessment," the system announced. Her eyes widened, and she shook her head. "Wait, don't—"

The chair reconfigured yet again, this time tipping her back, drawing her hips forward, over the front edge of the chair, and pushing her legs back. The restraints adjusted to hold her in place as she found her ass now elevated and exposed. Her legs remained spread, leaving her in a mortifyingly **** position.

"Gluteal development: Excellent. Muscle tone: Excellent. Positive market indicator," the system assessed as scanners passed over her exposed backside.The probe extended, and Kira shied away from it, but to her shock and mortification, the touch of the vibrating tip against her asshole felt... _good. _It felt _very good. _She shifted, trying to pull away, but there was nowhere to go.

"Anal sensitivity: significantly above average. Unexpected variation from overall pattern. Positive market indicator."

Another spray nozzle extended, misting between her cheeks. She'd already been sensitive. Now, when the vibrating probe touched her, she jolted in her restraints. Between her legs, she felt arousal bloom. Humiliation shot through her in the wake of arousal. Was she really getting turned on by this?

"Confirmed: Anal sensitivity 247% above baseline parameters. Unusually responsive. High market value indicator," the system assessed. "Note: Subject displays no previous anal stimulation history but exceptional natural responsiveness. Specialty market potential identified."

Kira wanted to die of embarrassment. Not only was this machine discovering things about her body she hadn't known herself, but it was cataloging them for some horrific theoretical **** market.

The chair lowered her hips again, returning her to a position on her back with her legs spread wide. "Proceeding with enhanced response testing. Preliminary results indicate potential for significant improvement with appropriate compounds."

Several appendages tipped with clusters of micro-needles extended from the medical arms. "Administering localized sensitivity enhancers to determine maximum response potential."

Before Kira could protest, the needles delivered precise injections: one at the base of each nipple, one just above her clitoris, and one at her perineum. The sensation was barely a pinprick, but within seconds, heat began to spread from each injection site.

"Oh god," Kira gasped as intense sensitivity bloomed across her most intimate areas. First, it was gentle, like the warmth of the spray, but it built, and built. She'd never felt anything close to this level of sensitivity Every slight movement, every brush of air against her skin sent waves of sensation through her body. The restraints holding her in place suddenly felt like **** devices, preventing her from pressing her thighs together to manage the overwhelming feelings.

"Exceptional response detected," the system noted with clinical detachment. "Sensitivity increase: 323% above baseline. Subject displays unusually high compound susceptibility. Readjusting market classification."

The intensity continued to build until Kira was panting, her body trembling with **** arousal. Her hips were jerking in place, and she was making some frantic, incoherent sounds.

"Vocalizations analysis: Authentic. Arousal patterns: Genuine. Physical responses consistent with **** sensitivity. Classification update: Premium Responsive Merchandise."

More scanners passed over her body, recording every tremor and response as the compounds worked through her system. The chair occasionally adjusted her position slightly, seeming to deliberately create friction against her hypersensitized skin.

"Assessment complete," the system finally announced after what felt like an eternity of torment. "Generating merchandise evaluation summary."

The display filled with data points, categories, and value assessments. Kira could barely focus enough to read it through her haze of artificial arousal.

"Physical evaluation complete. Subject summary: Human female with below-average physical development, significant mammary asymmetry, and standard genital formation. Sexual response pattern shows below-average sensitivity in conventional zones compensated by exceptional anal sensitivity and remarkable aphrodisiac susceptibility. Merchandise Summary: Category D physical parameters with Category A responsiveness potential. Primary value drivers: Exceptional compound susceptibility, unusual anal sensitivity without prior experience, anal virginity, authentic response patterns. Physical enhancement recommendations: Mammary symmetry correction, sensitivity baseline elevation, conditioning to achieve partner-induced orgasmic response. Estimated market value: Premium tier, specialty auction recommended."

A medical arm extended with a new injection device. "Administering compound neutralizer. Note: Due to exceptional susceptibility, approximately 30-40% of enhanced sensitivity may persist for 12-24 hours."

She had never more craved the touch of a needle. The injection brought immediate, though not complete relief. Kira's breathing began to slow as the most intense sensations faded, though her skin still felt uncomfortably sensitive, and the places the needles had injected still pulsed with sensation.

"Returning to standard examination protocols," the system announced, continuing to process data. Then, suddenly, the display flashed red. "Alert: Subject identification anomaly detected. Reviewing authorization parameters."

There was a pause, then: "Critical error identified. Subject DNA signature matches current registered ship administrator. Merchandise acquisition protocol inappropriately activated. Sincere apologies for the protocol error, Administrator."

The restraints immediately released, and the chair reconfigured to a standard seated position. Kira sat up shakily, trying to cover herself with her hands as the system continued its apologetic explanation.

"The bite wound contains compounds typically used in merchandise preparation, triggering incorrect protocol activation. All assessment data has been purged from permanent records. Error report generated."

Kira glared at the console, still trembling with the aftereffects of the compounds and overwhelming humiliation.

"As compensation for the inconvenience," the system added, "would Administrator like to proceed with any of the enhancement options identified during the erroneous assessment? The mammary symmetry correction could be performed non-surgically through hormonal microdosing with no recovery period required."

Despite everything, Kira felt a treacherous flicker of temptation. The machine had identified and targeted one of her deepest insecurities with surgical precision.