﻿DAYS OF INSPECTION: ORCA
by Alas Negras


“And now, backflip!”


The audience in the terraces was expectant. The killer whale heard it, its head slightly out of the water. It gained momentum, getting into position while calculating the right time. Its fluke stuck out and acted like a giant paddle, sweeping a wave away towards the commentator. Failing to see it coming, the woman slipped onto the floor. The laughs were automatic. The orca returned underwater, also laughing as it approached the tank glass. It swam parallel, dragging its fin across the crystal and letting people see the curious shape of its flank patch: a heart.


“Excuse Daisy,” she heard reverberating from the surface. “She's a very naughty girl. Come on, Daisy, backflip!”


Poor newbie. Where's the fun if the show is predictable? Holding a big gulp of water in her mouth, she approached the woman. Her dorsal fin peeked through the surface imitating a hunting shark before revealing her swollen cheeks. Like a jet, the water splashed into the poor human's face, leaving her blonde hair in a mop-like style. The crowd laughed again,louder. That's better, see? she thought. The new girl had to let the professionals do their job. She got herself one of the balls on the platform and began kicking it from head to tail.


Yes, this is what the public likes. Surrendering with a sigh, the girl played along and started to describe her actions the best she could. I know I shouldn't enjoy it so much, but oh, it was so much fun. There were quite a few new faces today and she wanted to give them something different. She leaned over the tank edge and started shooting quick spits of water, turning her beak into a water pistol. Or rather a machine gun. People cringed and laughed alike. None of the shots were loud enough to hurt anyone, even those caught off guard.


And now for the Grand Finale.


Three hoops flew across the air, perfectly aligned and two metres apart. Gathering all its strength, the fluke whipped through the water and catapulted her out in a thunderous burst. During a few brief seconds she flew, becoming a living spinning top as she crossed each hoop without grazing and landed with almost no splash at the other end. 


Impressed, the crowd went crazy. Claps, cheers and whistles thundered in Daisy's ears. She thanked them too, though she knew none of them would get the message. It was the perfect way to end the last show of the day. She waited patiently until the terraces were empty, bidding farewell. As a gesture to the little ones she tapped on the glass, joining where their little hands rested. Daisy loved to see their little faces squeal with excitement, with the occasional frightened one going to hide behind their parents. Bye bye business time. Finally, a bit of peace and time to myself. 


Daisy made her way to the aquarium's exit gate. She was looking forward to rejoining her family in the giant complex that was attached to the zoo: an extense reef all for themselves with a fence separating it from the sea. However, it was not the right gate that opened, but the one that led into the aquarium. She looked at the girl, puzzled and somewhat annoyed - a star needed to rest to stay fresh! There was no need to be spiteful about earlier.


“Hey, easy, it's not my fault! I was told you're due for a check-up today.”


Oh, shells. Is it already? I guess so, it’s been a while indeed. She trusted the team to remember the dates. She was too busy looking good and practising for the audience to focus on trifles. Well, there was no point in dilly-dallying. With a vigorous shake, she swam into the channel that led her into the building. It ended at a small pool and a room she knew quite well. The keepers greeted her, patting her back and then stroking her head. She allowed herself to be pampered, responding with happy chants.


“Crane in position!” said one of them.


The device began to descend, lowering a net to the pool bottom. She laid on it, backwards,  and waited until she felt the familiar shake of being lifted. The process was not quick. They had to make sure the net didn't get badly tangled in her fins or slipped off from her in the process. As always, she gradually noticed how the pressure became unbalanced around her. When she was little it scared her a lot. In the water her body felt very light, but outside it was like having a huge rock on top of her. Her organs expanded and spasmed under the weight of her gargantuan musculature. 


The reassurance of the familiar suppressed the fear and anxiety. The usual team was there and they knew what to do. They fluttered around like little fishes, giving each other orders and going carefully as they hurried as fast as they could to place her. Their treatment was exquisite and very professional, as befitted a star like her. The examination table took her weight without a problem, distributing it along the six-legged metal frame. It had a black moulding adapted to its shape, with a series of sponges spread out across the surface. On top was a mechanism with a bucket of water and a handle, ready to wet and keep her fresh. 


She liked this model better than the old one. The other didn't have sponges and the plastic rubbed too much. The sponges on this one distributed the weight better and allowed her to scratch a little if she shook her body. Daisy was very grateful for this comfort. The part where her fluke rested was angled at a forty-five degree angle to facilitate exploration. Next, three safety straps closed around her barrel-like chest. In his case it was only protocol, but it helped with the stress of other, more nervous orcas.


“All set up for Dr. Wave.”


Dr. Wave? A sound of confusion escaped his mouth as the team left the room. What had happened to Dr. Elyse Kalt? She'd been her physician for many years and she made her feel, well, less uncomfortable in the check-ups. Why should she let a stranger do the same without warning? Someone's going to get a delicious fishy puke for this, she decided. She heard a new pair of plastic boots approaching. One thing was certain, the vet was not to blame for this mess. She made his greeting, emitting a cheerful chirp and raising her pectoral fins and fluke as much as possible. First impressions were important. 


“Hello, Daisy. It's a pleasure to meet you,” said a male voice.


Hands came to rest on the side of her belly, describing a somewhat erratic forward movement. Shortly after, his figure entered her visual field. The voice was enough of a clue, but the sight of him still surprised her. He was very young, perhaps in his early twenties, someone with Hispanic roots and curly black hair. No one that young had ever come in to work with her before, not even the tank cleaners. 


Not only that. There was a major difference in their behaviour and approach. Dr. Kalt had never touched her without gloves, always professional and cold. In contrast, this man had no problem exploring her with bare hands. Even with his apparent kindness, there was something odd about his smile. She didn't know how to put it into words, but it made her arch with discomfort. And his next words didn't fix it. 


“I've been waiting for this moment for a long time.”


Creepy. He could use a lesson or two in manners. She hoped his next words would clarify something. It didn’t happen. The doctor was silent, stroking her again. In any other situation she would have been flattered by such obvious admiration, for the touch was both delicate and intense. It made her think of a craftsman delighting in the shapes of his best clay. 


“You don't remember me, do you?”


Daisy tried to force her mind back without success. She was proud of her memory, as  of all her abilities. The problem was that he was too vague. A trainee? A former worker who didn't make the cut? Maybe someone from the VIP volunteer group?


“It was a long time ago. Ten years, one month, three weeks, five days, twelve hours and thirteen minutes. I've counted it many times.”


Enough, you hideous lunatic! She let out a high-pitched shriek that bounced off the walls, a distress call to the caretakers team. The scream went on and on as she struggled against his bonds, seeking to break free and strike the vet. She almost managed to hit him with her fluke, noticing how he had backed off at the last instant. He responded to this attempt by fastening the belts tighter. 


Daisy didn't give up and continued to fight for what seemed like an infinite amount of time. No one heard her. The walls were thick and the soundproofing excellent, something her mind had decided to ignore. The vet just waited off to the side until she stopped screaming. She could barely breathe and her eyesight was blurred from so much effort. Her chest felt almost on fire.


“Are you done with the drama?” he said, patting her fluke.


She replied with a curt retort, but fatigue turned it into a pathetic moo. Every attempt to sound like a threat backfired, making her more ridiculous. She didn't know how to react. She shivered as she felt his hand again. Daisy didn't know his intentions, but she did know one thing: she hated that condescending tone.  


“Look at you. So imposing and brave, rebellious and untamed. That's how you like to be. Everyone looking up to you, offering you love and food as if you were the most important thing in the world. And now all gone, powerless before me.”


Fuck you. She’d have given away her monthly, no, her annual squid rations to be able to say that in human language. She might be trapped there, helpless, stuck with a weirdo, but she wasn't going to let his words get to her. Besides, she'd realised something: he didn't want to hurt her.  He had been able to do that before, so there was a reason for all this. If he stalled long enough, maybe a member of the team would come and see what was going on. Yes, she had to trust that. 


For his part, Dr. Wave seemed ready to do the examination. Resting both hands on top of her anus, he slid down until he reached her genital slit. On either side were smaller slits into which he plunged his fingers. Daisy held a gasp when he reached the nipples hidden inside. No one had ever touched her like that, barehanded. He made the same movements as Dr. Kalt, but with total dedication. 


“Are you giving up already? And to think it was all a façade in the end. The rebellious orca turned into a submissive, obedient calf.”


She trembled, feeling her face flush. The exploration had left her nipples hard and sensitive as never before. Staying alert and indifferent to his words was difficult when she knew what awaited her next. The doctor pulled on a pair of purple gloves and adjusted them until his arms were completely covered. Daisy groaned in disappointment, surprising herself. 


“You won't be so lucky, calf,” he said, enjoying the reaction. “I don't want my arm to stink of fish, but we'll still have a good time together.”


You shameless ruffian, I'm no fish! I eat them, like I should do with you. Her protests were ignored as he opened a bottle of lube and generously soaked her pussy. Her large clitoris throbbed as his fingers pressed against it for a brief moment before descending to breach the threshold of her vagina. As soon as she felt the assault she squeezed, closing the tunnel and preventing him from going any further. 


“Do you still feel like fighting? I thought you wanted to get this over with quickly. Go back to your own and pretend nothing happened, that you weren't moaning just a few moments ago.”


She knew it was a lost battle. She was tired and could not squeeze for long, but still she did it. Minute after minute the doctor gained ground, his fingers pushing hard enough to make space for his whole hand, then diving inside her to caress the circular and longitudinal folds that formed the vagina. They were healthy, soft to the touch. This was well evident by the amount of fluids produced, of a mucous consistency. Mixed with the lubricant, Daisy could hear every single movement he made as the invasion went on. 


“Good girl," he praised her with that irritating fool. “It's so wet inside, a very good sign. Someone could think you’re having a good time with my probing.”


He had almost reached the end when he withdrew, leaving her defeated and breathing hard. Daisy knew what was next: visual exploration. This involved using the dilator, a tool she already knew well. A killer whale's vagina was too large and strong to use a speculum as a tool. The metal was too heavy and could bend in an involuntary contraction, with dangerous consequences. Plastic models had been tried, without success; they slipped too much due to the abundant vaginal mucus. 


The solution had been the dilator. The transparent object resembled a deflated armband, except that it was long enough to cover the vet's entire arm. Its special reinforced plastic was completely inserted into the vagina and filled from the outside with an air valve. It could withstand the brutal pressure, keeping the vaginal cavity open so that the vet could take a look without fear.


“You are very healthy, yes. Now breathe, this is going to feel a bit uncomfortable.”


Daisy groaned, tired. Doctor Wave stretched out his arm until he reached the limits of her abused intimacy. There the vaginal folds gathered to form a cavity known as  pseudocervix. Carefully, he avoided it to meet the cervix. It was completely closed, the proper state of anestrus. Readjusting his position, Dr. Wave brushed the floor of the vagina until he found the pouch that corresponded to the spermathecal recess.


“No semen," he commented, pulling out his "clean" hand. “I'm not surprised. I bet you think you're better than every male in the facilities. The big star doesn't grant the privilege of being touched easily, uh? But she has needs too, does she? I can tell you’ve been mounted rough and hard, even if you tell them to pull out. This isn’t the vagina of a virgin killer whale.”


That was enough to kill the orca's pride. Her shame was total and she’d have curled up if she could. Dr. Kalt had never made such comments. Daisy  would never have imagined the amount of information she could extract from an examination. So what if I have needs? It feels good to have a male inside me from time to time. That doesn't mean I'm a submissive cow! I'm not. He tried to convince himself of this, but his experience with this vet was making her question all her values.


“It was summer,” he said out of the blue. “I had just turned thirteen. I wanted to be alone, but my parents planned a family trip that day.”


She listened carefully. Finally. She was afraid he’d leave without explaining the motivations to put her under these humiliations. He took away the dilator and leaned on the edge of the table, looking down at her. 


“My little brother wanted to see your show. We were there, the whole family in the front row. I had my mobile phone out, trying to ignore the screams and laughter, wishing I was back home... when you decided to step in. You were supposed to catch some rings, but instead you pushed a huge wave towards the terraces. You fucked up my phone. My parents and my brother laughed at me. All the public laughed. There was even a video of me circulating on social media for years.”


Now she remembered it. It had been many years, but at last the teenager's face came to her mind. She had been so offended to see him. She was doing her best and he had viciously ignored her. If only he had decided to use his phone to record her... but no. It was an unavoidable outburst. She never imagined these would be the consequences.


“Of course my parents blamed me. I spent those holidays in isolation, without a phone. But I have you to thank for that, I suppose. I spent those hours studying and that's where my vocation was born. But I could never stop thinking about you. I wanted this. I wanted this day to come. To have you like this, helpless. To make you feel the way you made me feel that day. To show you the ridiculousness of your ego and put you where you belong, embarrassed and begging.”


Daisy came up with a hundred different apologies and it was clear to her that he would never accept any of them. She just whimpered plaintively, trying to get a little piece of his empathy, however small. 


“Let's see, where was I? Ah, yes, we have to go with the Casdan-Petit test,” he said, grinning as if he'd just found a fifty-dollar note. “Normally I'd use the stimulator, but since you've proven yourself such a fan of my touch…”


No, no, NO! Almost instantly the whimpers turned to moans. She couldn't help it and deep down she didn't want to either. Wave had trained a whole decade for this. The caresses on her clitoris couldn’t be matched, his arm fucked her non-stop like a piston. No male orca had ever satisfied her like this, she had never felt so explored and with zero dignity. The suction stimulator didn't come close to this either. It was quick, impersonal, like a fast-food binge. What the doctor was offering her was a feast in a Michelin three-star restaurant and she took it. Moans, squeals and gasps thundered in the doctor's ears. He had achieved his goal. Elated, he bended and licked her large clitoris in a final act of domination. 


Her walls contracted in quick motion, making a squirt jump into the air with enormous power. She felt as if her soul had been slammed out of her body, sucked into a world of heavenly pleasure before reattaching to her body once again. Soft pleasure noises and involuntary thanks came out of her beak while her entire vagina squeezed and tightened, her clitoris pulsant and sore after the tremendous climax. 


“You... you just splashed me again?”


His tone was incredulous. She froze, praying it was only a joke. It wasn’t. Wave had his face all wet with her female fluids. Dead embarrassed, she closed her eyes and whined an apology. A second later, she noticed his hand around her face as he leaned close to her ear. 


“It seems you haven't learned your lesson, calf. No worries, I’ll speak with the team. From now on our appointments will be once a month. That should give us plenty of time to teach you not to splash people ever again.”


And submissively Daisy nodded, almost purring as a new heat grew inside at those words. Was this the end of her days as a star… or maybe the start of a new and exciting future? Dr. Wave smiled, mischievous. He did know the answer.




THE END