Pavlovian Response
“Come and put your hands on the table. Bend forward,” Manuel directed. Elena walked to the table, and after placing her palms on the table and staring at Manuel in the mirror, she bowed over the table supporting herself on her forearms. With her feet slightly wider than shoulder width and her chest near the tabletop, her privates were naturally on display once again. Manuel tilted his head to better enjoy the sight presented to him again, now at a more ergonomically-friendly angle.
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Elena shuffled in place as Manuel stared at every inch of her backside. “Are you hiding something?” he suddenly asked. Elena simply responded, “no,” slightly rotating her torso off the table to shake her head at him. It appeared that it didn’t matter what she answered, because Manuel then kneeled behind her, expressing his doubt with “I will check for myself.”
Facing away from the officer, Elena was blind to Manuel reaching forward with his outstretched fingers. She felt his unexpected touch attempt to spread apart her lips, to which she gasped and jolted upright. Her sudden reaction startled Manuel too, who followed suit by standing up as well. Rubbing and pinching her breasts hadn’t gone well thus far, so he should have expected her negative response when grazing her pussy.
Propped up by her hands on the table, Elena glared at Manuel in the mirror and demanded, “keep your hands to yourself!” Manuel met her gaze in the reflection and respectfully requested her to return to her position with “please, lie down on the table.”
Elena, as powerfully as a nude, 5’3”, 120 pound woman could to a uniformed, 6 foot, 200 pound man, firmly denied him with “
no.” She had restated her no touching rule numerous times now and was somewhat successful in improving her treatment by complaining, so she decided to test her luck further. Manuel was beginning to lose his patience and more adamantly requested her to “lie down” back on the table, forcefully pointing down. Elena continued glaring, refusing to obey the degenerate’s demands.
Manuel, as powerfully as a uniformed, 6 foot, 200 pound man could to a nude, 5’3”, 120 pound woman, firmly denied her with his hand on her upper back aggressively shoving her down onto the table with a loud thud.
Elena, in more shock than pain, quickly turned with eyes widened and mouth agape to face the man who had been more or less peaceful thus far. In a last ditch effort to regain control of the situation, she yelped “
easy!” hoping he would refrain from future physical aggression.
“Good girl,” Manuel patronizingly consoled her, giving her two light pats on her rump. She shook her head and muttered “
fucking ass” under her breath, despising his condescension. Manuel ignored her insult and continued, “now let me check your pretty little pussy again, huh? Just relax.” He returned to his kneeling position to resume his inspection as Elena’s mind drifted off into a chain of thoughts inspired by his sudden aggression.
She recalled the only times she had ever been manhandled and patronized like that was consensually during sex with her ex-boyfriend. She in fact hadn’t had any sexual contact for quite some time since her frequent traveling didn’t allow anything beyond a few sporadic coffee dates with either mediocre or uninterested men. And it’s not like she had been avoiding having a relationship, let alone a sex life. She tried her hand at online dating, sending flirty messages and naughty pictures (including some that Manuel had uncovered on her phone) with promising suitors she met on match.com, who unfortunately ultimately ended up being too depraved, too disingenuous, or too detached to progress to the physically sexual relationship stage. She sometimes wished there was a way to bypass society’s courting rituals in which she was required to remain chaste until a few weeks into a monogamous relationship to not be branded a slut. Her extended dry spell brought her to the point where she had to actively try not to have an orgasm while being examined during her gynecologic visits.
The thoughts of her lull in sexual activity were interrupted by Manuel’s unwanted touch. His two fingers once again found their way to each side of her pussy, gently spreading her opening. Unlike during his previous attempt, Elena allowed him to touch her without complaint, but she still tensed up as he spread her labia. Manuel’s earlier aggression probably triggered a Pavlovian response in Elena, as Manuel noticed her pussy had become notably wet since his previous glimpse. He couldn’t help but comment, “well… I can tell you are enjoying.” Despite how her body reacted, she was not.