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  Kat's vision started to blur. She couldn't do this. No, she couldn't watch him do this and thinking of him having to watch her was making a scream gather in the base of her throat.

  "Martin, you don't have to do this, we'll find another way.” She hoped he took her offer, she did. She couldn't imagine having to be him. That she might have to do something similar, and she didn't think she could go through with it, even if that made her a coward.

  "What about Katerina, how will she prove her fertility?"

  She couldn't breathe, terrified of the answer. It was astounding how he read her mind. And she was thankful he considered her, because she was too afraid to ask herself. If it was anything like what he had to do, they would just have to find another way to fight the Mayor because she would break down before she was able to do it.

  "We use Soundsonic Viewing to see if her ovaries are productive."

  The silence in the room was deafening, tense with the dread of what he would have to do, and what she seemed to escape.

  "What of the other people out there who don't get married?” But she already knew that answer. That's how Amy came to her, shattered and broken. She'd been arrested as soon as they could tell she was with child. They came in the night and tying her down, expelled the child. For her own good, they said.

  Chapter Three

  She called him Martin.

  He had to masturbate and ejaculate into a glass tube held by a vile woman, and all he wanted was to hear her say his name again.

  "He'll be a quick one.” The Official gave Katerina a lascivious wink. Katerina blanched.

  Oh, God, he hated this. He wanted to have sex with her, but not like this. He didn't think he could even get hard in a situation like this. And not being able to get an erection wasn't the best way to start a marriage. How would he ever face her again if he couldn't perform?

  He wasn't naïve enough to think that she was a virgin, but this was not exactly how he planned their first sexual encounter. And he did plan one. She might think it would be a marriage of convenience, but he had no such intentions. It wouldn't matter anyway after he couldn't get it up. She'd laugh him to oblivion and he'd never be able to have sex with her after that. But now wasn't the time to ruminate on the future—he'd a trial to get through. If he could.

  "Give me the vial.” He held out his hand. “You can watch, but I will hold the tube."

  "How will you hold it and pump at the same time.?"

  He wouldn't get angry. He wouldn't give the bitch the satisfaction of any sign that might show how much he hated doing this. Katerina might never forgive him, but it was for those he meant to save. He had to keep his mind on why he was doing this.

  "I'll think of something."

  "Sure thing then, whatever makes you get the deed done.” The Official handed him the tube, then sat behind her desk and leaned back, ready for a show. He was accustomed to helping the unsavory of humankind, but leeches of the weak always made him wish he could not fully adhere to the oath he took.

  "May I help him?” Katerina pulled at the hem of her sleeve, twisting a thread around her finger and turning it purple.

  There she went again, trying to save people from the harshness of life. It was why he liked her so much. He was proud of her not caving in to her fears. But she might not be able to help him. If he couldn't get hard there was nothing to do.

  The Official cackled.

  He didn't think Katerina would like to hear it, but he respected her and her work to help others. So much so, that he'd planned on finding a way to marry her long before today.

  "Ohh, you're one of those. We get a lot of them in here. So happy to be applying they give Gertie in there and me a little live show.” She winked again. “Grease for the skids, helps get the paperwork through."

  "That—"

  "What she was going to say was that she is a bit embarrassed for me, it being her first time with her fiancé.” He took two silver dollars out of his pocket and slid them across the grooved desk. “And she was hoping that you would allow us at least a façade of privacy."

  Katerina wisely kept her mouth shut and nodded.

  The woman pocketed the coins. “Just make sure I get some sound effects."

  He caught Katerina's eye and motioned her to come over.

  "Stand in front with your back to me.” He whispered it under his breath, so just she could hear.

  Again, Kat nodded, and did as he asked.

  "Oh, no. You have to make it at least a little believable.” She pulled out another vial from a pocket and waved it. “You know, make it worth my while."

  He thought she might do that, but he had to at least try and save Kat her embarrassment.

  "Fine.” His temple started to throb.

  She cackled again and slapped the desk with her pork chop hand. “Fine he says!"

  Katerina looked back at him, a question in her eyes. He nodded and she turned towards him, her apology written all over her face.

  "It will be fine. Ready?"

  She blinked and he unbuttoned his trousers, found the slit in his drawers, and pulled his cock out.

  Katerina blushed crimson, but never muttered a word. He didn't know if that was good or bad. He needed good. He was having a hard enough time even going through with this, he needed to believe that she wasn't disgusted. Even if he believed she truly was. So he blocked it and tried to think about Kat kissing him, taunting him with her eyes and mouth.

  He wrapped his fist around the base and squeezed, the familiar feel of his own warm skin lost in the static of his head. He squeezed again, gave a shake and then a slow pump. Up and down, slowly, hoping to get this done quickly, but he only hardened slightly. This was going much worse than he had hoped.

  He closed his eyes, and rested the back of his head against the wall and tried to imagine Katerina, naked with her hair down all around her, her small breasts and nipples peeking out, enticing him.

  A slight rush to his groin hardened him a bit, and he gave a stroke down to the base, making him even harder. However long this took—dreading it didn't get the job done.

  "Come on now! At least give me some sound effects."

  His erection softened. He'd love to strangle her, damned the oath. He grit his teeth and tried again, focusing on the curve of Kat's neck, the smooth slope of skin to her nipples.

  Still nothing. Not even a tingle. Fuck. Sweat started to bead on his forehead. He wanted to punch something. His embarrassment gripped his chest with metal blades and his stomach was about to quadruple his shame.

  He clenched his eyes shut and felt the sweat trickle down his temple.

  Cool, slim fingers caressed his chin, and another hand, this one moist, enclosed his cock above his own grip. A rush of heat stiffened him at her touch, not much more than before, but it was a start.

  He wanted to open his eyes, but he was afraid of what he would see. He couldn't go through with this if he saw revulsion in her face or eyes. He'd stop and walk out. It was better to just keep them closed.

  He tried to imagine something—anything—to help him.

  More wetness slid down the heat of his erection, and her fingers slipped over the head and down, bumping into his. It helped a little.

  An urge to open his eyes overcame him, but he still couldn't, afraid to lose the effect of her help.

  Another drop of moisture encircled the tip of his glans and he felt the familiar ball of heat start at the base of his spine. He could imagine the look of her smaller hand encircling him, pumping with him as their hands slid up and down. Now he was getting somewhere. His skin prickled and hummed.

  "You getting going there or what? I thought you'd be done now. Thank goodness I didn't place any bets with Gertie out there."

  He softened a bit.

  "Do you want to stop?” She whispered to him.

  He shook his head no.

  More moisture. He started to bump his head on the wall in a rhythm. This could go on forever, and it had the possibility of being devastat
ing. He didn't know if he could stand being so ashamed—or her knowing it.

  She cupped his cheek and slid her hand down the side if his face again. “Open your eyes."

  He jerked his head no. No, no, no. Please, he couldn't see her disgust.

  "Open them for me, I promise..."

  No. But he didn't have anything to lose. Because it couldn't get worse than this. He took a deep breath and cracked them open, just enough to see her eyes though his lashes.

  Her hazel eyes were dark and heavy with desire.

  * * * *

  Of all the things she would do, she never thought she would be putting “exhibitionist” on her list. It excited her a little. And that made her feel guilty. Just a bit, but enough to be a twinge.

  How wrong was it that she was enjoying this, even the littlest amount? Not the bitch behind her, but watching him have to do this. She would have been a coward. Or maybe not. Not if he helped her and liked what he saw, like she was helping him. Watching his fist grip his cock at first was startling, but as he worked it—down and back up, over and over—she felt a welcome pool of heat she thought no longer existed.

  Men that she was willing to sleep with were far and few between. Most would have robbed her and hurt her children in a heartbeat. But Doc was always different, and never more so than now. Sacrificing his pride to help others.

  What a turn on.

  "You almost done? You two are the most boring I've seen yet. It's so bad I might give you this money back."

  His face tensed, and he clamped his teeth so hard his jaw twitched.

  She held her tongue. Revenge shouldn't be one of the deadly sins. Some people deserved what they got, sometimes more.

  She palmed his stubbly face again, and gave her head a shake. If he lost focus now they would have to walk out. She would if he had to, but she knew he would be a tangle of regret, shame and guilt. Not a good way to start a marriage, even if it was just a glorified business arrangement.

  She let the saliva pool on her tongue, then licked her hand and capped his erection again.

  His eyes closed and the crease between his eyebrows deepened.

  He needed more. She gathered her courage in a deep breath. With her free hand she opened the buttons on her blouse and slid her breasts out of their bindings. Heat flashed her face, but if he had to expose himself like this, than she would be a coward to not aid him. And “coward” wouldn't make her list. She didn't have room after “exhibitionist".

  She leaned in and kissed his jaw. His skin tasted of salt and desperation. Her nipples brushed his shirt, sending shocks to her womb. “Look,” she said into his ear, so the hag couldn't hear.

  She pulled back just enough so he could see her breasts, their deep valley and dusky pointed nipples. His mouth relaxed and his bi-colored eyes blackened.

  All she could hear was his labored breathing and the squishy slick sound as his cock slipped through her fingers.

  They were almost there. Just a few minutes more and they could walk out of there, away from their audience.

  Martin glanced at her breasts again from under his lashes and it was like a touch, making her nipples peak. She leaned into him and nipped his jaw then his earlobe and he moaned into her hair.

  The slip-squish went faster, almost in time with her heartbeat. She licked her other palm and switched off her hands making the suction sounds louder. His cock was dark and red, straining though their wet hands. Pangs of heat whipped though her. She had thought to help him, she didn't expect to want him more while she watched. But she loved the feel of his cock sliding through her fingers, and she wanted him sliding in between her thighs,

  He opened his eyes and fumbled for the vial. “Keep pumping me,” he said through gritted teeth.

  She clasped him and worried that the lost momentum would make him lose his concentration. It didn't, and he kept thrusting as he positioned the vial so it would catch every drop. He stared at her breasts intently and she decided he needed just a little push over the edge. She teased her nipple with her fingers and with one flex of his hips three long shots of white liquid pooled at the tip of the tube.

  He sighed and rested his head on her shoulder, giving her neck a quick kiss. “I'll thank you later.” She got a little rush down her neck where his lips touched. Or maybe it was what he said. Either way, she wanted more.

  "About time!"

  Just like that the softness was gone from his face and the former fury replaced it. She didn't blame him, she wanted to give the woman a piece of her fist, too.

  He handed her the vial and she just stood there, not knowing exactly what she should be doing with a vial of sperm in her hand. She would have liked to button herself up, but she understood why he wanted to go first, so she stood there blocking him from the woman's eyes.

  "I don't even get a little peek?"

  "All done now.” Martin answered before she could, and she was thankful. What she had to say was nowhere near as nice. It was more along the lines of she would kill the woman first before she even got near enough to look at him.

  "Stop frowning, it's over.” He had himself all tucked back in place and took the vial from her.

  It was over, they could leave, but she was still mad that they were treated like they were. The woman could have left them with some dignity, she didn't have to degrade them and take such pleasure in it.

  Martin studied her face for a moment, then tipped her nose. “Let's go, button up."

  He turned and handed the vial off to the woman and as Kat turned around, the bitch sniffed the vial.

  "Just making sure you didn't fill it with anything else.” She winked at him. As he turned back to check on her, Kat watched the woman dip her finger in and taste the sample and then become flushed. She put a rubber stopper in the tube, wired on a tag that she'd written on, and put it in the icebox.

  "We'll have the results in six to seven weeks—"

  "But it won't be viable if you test it then! And what will happen to our procreation rights if you get a false negative?” Martin's voice shook with rage, and Kat put an arm on his sleeve.

  The Officer held the clipboard close to her chest and offered Martin a pen. “Sign here, stating that it is your sample that you gave."

  He ripped the pen out of her hands and scrawled his signature.

  "I said the results—the vial will be processed tonight, then we send the application off to the Central Nations Council to check and see if there have been any outstanding court orders or arrest warrants. We need to make sure the parents of the future generation are upstanding citizens."

  She said the last as if she was the morality police, and although Kat had enough children to take care of, she wouldn't want to deprive Martin of his rights.

  He sighed, deep and tired, just like she felt. At least the worst was over.

  "Finally! Now, onto you.” The Officer patted the table.

  Kat's throat dried up.

  Martin helped her up and pressed his palm to her face as he stepped to the side. It was comforting, and she was happy now that she'd made the decision to help him, because now he would return the support. And she needed it more. She was a coward. If it weren't for him, she would have stopped this long ago.

  "Dress up."

  Kat blushed, the heat of it making her forehead damp.

  She lifted her hips and gathered her skirts up and under her rear. She wore no drawers, and as the cool air hit her nethers, the embarrassment was almost more than she could bear. She saved all of the fabric she found for the children, never imagining that she would be in such a position.

  "Well, Miss Prissy Pants here seems to have forgotten hers."

  Kat bit her lip and turned her head.

  "Just get on with it.” His voice came from behind her.

  She was learning his nuances, and he was not happy. Not that there was anything nuanced about him now. Hatred burned off him.

  The Official wheeled a long armed ironed box over her hips and cranked the lever until it r
umbled so loudly Kat thought she'd be squished when it fell off the spindly arm.

  "You're done."

  "That's it?” She lifted her hips and rushed the fabric back down, thankful to be covered again. Which was wrong, she knew. He had to go through so much more and it wasn't fair in comparison.

  She had this overwhelming urge to apologize, but she'd settle for leaving.

  "Where do I sign?"

  The woman placed the clipboard on her lap and pointed to where she needed the signature. Kat wrote her name and hopped off the table. She didn't want to sign. She wanted to be able to have a child if she wanted without having to ask the Council's permission. One thing was for certain—she would make sure she didn't get pregnant.

  "Wait, you forgot your shot. Dress up and bend over."

  Kat gathered her skirts around her rear and leaned over the table, the cool air making her very aware that he could see everything. A sharp pinch hit her rear cheek.

  "Done."

  The skirts slid down her legs and she was never so happy to be covered. Martin silently led her out to the reception area.

  "Congratulations on your marriage,” the secretary said, as they walked out.

  Martin grabbed her, guiding her to where their coats were and she slipped hers on, numb from the day, and tired that there was still more of it to get through. Even more to think about when she laid her head on her pillow tonight and dealt with the images that would replay in her head until she passed out from sheer exhaustion.

  She puttered most nights after she tended the children and orchids as a way to calm down. Times that she was able to read after she got the little ones to bed were her favorite. Or she'd go back, walking around the caves tending the orchids. It paid the bills, but she would do it anyway for how much the puttering released stress. Right now, since all of the more mature orchids were shipped, she would be splitting the baby roots.

  But she'd given up her house now, too. Tonight she would lie in a bed she didn't know, in a house she didn't know, with a man she didn't know. It was overwhelming, and so she sat there beside him, staring outside and thinking of nothing.