**Author's
note** I have been intrigued (and repulsed) by the concept that doctors
used to masturbate female patients as a means to treat hysteria.
Fantasy is fantasy, however, so here is a story based in this concept.
*****
She had been referred to this doctor by her guardian. Guardian was not
the right term, only the legal one; he was her uncle, a traditional
conservative old man who had not wanted to take on the burden of an "old
maid" such as herself. Another misleading term; she was no old maid -
simply a young unmarried woman. After her parents had died, and since
she was still unmarried, she was to become a ward of her uncle. As she
bounced along in the carriage on the way to the doctor's office, her
creamy brow wrinkled in repressed anger as she recalled how it had been -
living as her uncle's ward.
Before her parents deaths, she was able to spend most of her time at the
university library, studying under the scornful eyes of the library
patrons. Her parents respected her independent streak, and allowed her
to behave in ways which were considered most unladylike by polite
society. Once she moved in with her uncle, she was expected to fit
nicely into the cute pink box that her uncle - and society - had
constructed for her. When her set up weekly luncheons with the local
ladies; she hid in her room and refused to entertain them. When her
uncle forced her to serve whiskey and cigars to his "eligible bachelor"
friends, she shocked them all by daring to discussing political
happenings; things that were most inappropriate for a young lady such as
herself to worry about, let alone discuss. Needless to say, living with
her uncle had been troublesome.
So to say she had been referred to the doctor was also incorrect. She
was being forced to go. This morning when she walked out of her room,
her uncle and the household staff were all waiting to swiftly sweep her
into the waiting carriage and sent her off. Her escorts were the
burliest men her uncle had on staff; his stablemaster, his footman, and
his butcher. All of the men were physically intimidating, and all were
loyal to her uncle. She sighed as she looked at her silent
co-passengers. Perhaps she would be able to reason with the doctor. Her
heart started picking up, and her hope raised as she thought of the
possibility that the doctor could be a progressive! 'How salacious!' she
thought, a smirk pumping her cheeks, 'how utterly perfect that would
be; we could laugh at my ridiculous mired down uncle!' She smiled to
herself and brushed a loose lock of her hair back from her face. The
butcher turned his dark features to her and narrowed his eyes
suspiciously. She stared obstinately at him until he scowled and turned
away. Grinning in victory, she thought, 'I am a 20 year old woman, I am
not a child for him to order around and control!! Unless this doctor is
giving me a chance to walk away from my uncle all together... there is
nothing I need from him!' She settled in to her seat, resigned to the
pointless doctor's visit.
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Inside the doctors waiting room, she felt silly surrounded by her three
guards. She was escorted to a chair while one of them went to the
secretary to alert the doctor of her arrival. No one spoke to her, she
was prodded along by the lurking men her uncle sent. Suddenly the man
who had spoken to the receptionist walked back to her holding a small
paper cup. Without speaking to her, he thrust the drink up to her face.
She pulled back in disgust and anger, and started to sputter "Excuse
you!" as she reached up to grab the hand forcing the cup in her face.
Her heart fluttered when she felt his other hand reach out and grip her
wrist. His hand was warm, fingers powerfully curling around her,
stopping her motion. She felt her hope burst as if popped by a needle.
While holding her captive with his hand, he used his other to finally
rest the rim of the cup against her lips. She kept her lips firmly shut,
and gave a small shake of her head - it was the most resistance she
could offer.
His hand gripped her wrist tighter, his fingers encircling her bones and
nearly crushing them. His voice was deep and soft, almost in her ear;
and she was startled to realize he had leaned in towards her. She could
feel his breath stirring her hair against her neck, and she shivered and
felt certain that the only way out of this situation was through it.
Resigned, defeated, bordering on humiliated - she relented and parted
her lips.
The cup tipped and the chilled liquid slipped onto her tongue. It had a
faint metallic taste, almost bitter, and she struggled to swallow it.
She choked slightly on it, as the man tipped the cup farther. "Easy," he
said, causing that same curious shiver to course down her back. "That's
a good girl." he murmured when she relaxed and swallowed the remaining
liquid. Her stomach did a strange jolt when he said the last part. She
felt a flush in her womb, a heat beginning to bloom in her groin.
She realized she was slumping in the chair, against one of the other men
who had escorted her. It was the butcher. She leaned into his warm,
solid shoulder, nuzzling into his scent; an earthy odor. She jerked a
bit, suddenly quite aware of what she was doing, but the thought was
fleeting and scattered; she was soon awash in the gauzy cotton haze that
seemed to cloud her mind. She could hear some discussion going on
around her, and she frowned, finding the buzzing words faintly annoying.
"Heh, looks like the medicine is working already. Awe look, she likes you!"
"Shut the fuck up. If it's working, let's just get her to the doctor."
She was rudely jerked under her armpits to standing. She opened her eyes
and saw the footman standing in front of her. He was young, nearly her
age. She always thought he was handsome, and he was always so polite and
genuine to her. It felt right to lean into him, to wrap her arms up
around his neck and hug him. She sighed as she felt his sturdy chest
under her cheek, and she listened to the hammering of his heart. Amidst
the chuckling, she was turned, and with his arm around her, the footman
walked her out of the waiting room. She stumbled, and felt a strong arm
slip around her waist from the other side. This hand rubbed up her side,
and grazed up against her breast. She started to protest, but her words
were slurred, and she wasn't even sure what she was saying. The hand
squeezed her in response.
They helped her along, dragged her when she couldn't handle walking, and
brought her through a doorway into a sterile room. She could vaguely
make out the doctor, he was more a shimmering floating white coat. She
tried to look around her, but she was dizzy and just wanted to sit down
again. She soon rested her head against the footman's shoulder again,
leaning her weight into him.
"Looks like she's ready for the procedure." the voice spoke from the doctor's coat, and was firm and cold. "Help me strip her."
She immediately began shaking her head, murmuring and slurring out
protests. The footman turned her so that her back was against him. He
held her upright, and shushed her protests while the other two men began
undressing her. The butcher gruffly told the stable-master to remove
her shoes, as he began to immediately undo her shirt buttons. His greedy
fingers made quick work on her shirt buttons, and she shivered as he
unceremoniously brushed the fabric off her shoulders, exposing her skin
to the cold air. Before she could process the injustice, she was forced
to one foot while the stablemaster removed one shoe, then the other. She
felt cold under her feet, and was confused. Then realized that he had
also removed her stockings. By this time, the butcher had undone the
button fastening her skirt, and he ran his hands down the sides of her
hips, his rough skin burning across her as he dragged her skirt off.
For a moment, she was aware of the fact that she was standing with four
men, while clad only in her basier and panties. She could feel her
nipples hardening, and she began to protest again, trying to cover
herself with her hands. Before she could, however, her hands were
grabbed and shoved through the armholes of a paper gown. Then she was
marched forward and sat down on the examining table. With a spinning
head, she allowed herself to be laid back. She felt the paper crinkling
under her buttocks, and heard a metallic sound. She felt a hand grip her
foot, and rest it in a cold foot hold. Her other foot was soon placed
in another hold.
Again, for a brief second, she was aware that she was laying in a most
obscene fashion in front of these men... she had never been in a
situation like this, and she was embarrassed of how she might look. It
was a brief second, and then she lay back, too tired to move, to think,
to worry.
"All right gentlemen, I'll let you know when the procedure is done." the white coat said, it seemed to be gathering tools.
She was starting to enjoy this floating feeling, and stopped listening
to them, so she didn't comprehend or even realize when the butcher said,
"Listen, there's an extra fifty bucks in it for you if you let us
watch." Nor did she see the slip of paper exchanging hands, or realize
that an audience of three was now standing looking down at her.
Without any warning, she felt a gloved hand against her groin. She
bucked up off the table, able to squawk out a startled "What?!"
"Stop that!" the white coat chastised her.
She was confused, he was the doctor, so she lay back.
His hand molded against her, again. She could do nothing but feel the
weight of his hand against her labia majora. She had never felt anyone's
hands on her like that - not even her own. She had however felt this
same heat and heaviness in her groin. It reminded her of the times she
had sat on the arm of a chair - straddled it - and rubbed against it
until she was panting and shivery, and the heat in her groin had gone
away. She started flushing, she couldn't help but begin to feel that
same buildup growing. The doctor's hand was gently squeezing her,
massaging in an up and down motion. She exhaled forcefully, and
unconsciously raised her pelvis up against him to increase the pressure.
"Awe look, she likes that doc!" A dark voice cut through her haze, again
forcing her into reality. She squeezed the doctors hand as she yanked
her thighs closed. She became aware of the crinkling paper under her
elbows as she fought to sit up.
"Restrain her."
Suddenly she felt her feet forced back into the stirrups as her one hand
was caught and pulled up over her head. Someone was pressing on her
shoulders, forcing her to lie back. She was only vaguely aware of
something encompassing her ankles, and then her wrists, holding her in a
spread eagled position on the table. She pulled weakly at them, they
were soft, but unyielding. She was still so tired, so woozy, that she
could only meekly pull at the restraints and shake her head. Each shake,
each tug at the restraints got less and less forceful as she receded
again back into the drug induced haze.
Almost immediately again, she felt the hand against her mons pubis,
stroking her, drawing a finger up and down the slit made by her labia.
She was helpless to do anything other than let the feelings build up
within her. The hand was slow, torturous, and so methodical. It cupped
against her, squeezing her vaginal lips together and pressing into her.
Then it released her and drew one fingertip lazily around, tracing her
lips, and running up and down her slit with debilitating slowness. She
groaned without realizing it, her hips raising off the table to follow
his fingertips; and yet she was deaf to her own moans, and to the
crinkling of the paper as she bucked off the table to continue to feel
his ministrations.
"Look she's already getting wet!"
She groaned and turned her face away from the voices, as the hand
withdrew. She was suddenly very aware of four pairs of eyes on her, and
she could see herself in her mind's eye. Her face was flushed and
scrunched, her hands fisted and pulling against her restraints, and her
legs splayed widely open to make her panty clothed pubic region a focal
point. She could feel the cold air against her, and knew for certain
that her vagina had gotten damp. Sometimes after she straddled her
chair, she would find this same dampness in her panties. She was
embarrassed that they were seeing this shameful stain.
"That's nice." Someone said, and the deep tones of his voice, the primal
hunger buried in it made her both flush with shame and mortification,
and also filled her with a perverse devilish pleasure. Without realizing
she was doing it, she relaxed her hands, and let her legs fall open
farther. Her hips barely raised off the table in a gentle rhythm. She
couldn't help it, the silence was filled with desire and heavy; it made
her anxious, made her dizzy, and increased the pressure in her womb.
"Maybe she needs some other stimulation as well." The calm, detached
voice floated towards her from the white coat, "She's not responding to
the treatment yet... she might need a more *ahem* hands on approach."
Her eyes were closed tight, her chest rising and falling in shallow but
rapid breaths. She lay still, now hanging on the words spoken, and
trying to first comprehend them, and then interpret what it meant. She
did not have to wait long before she felt a shift in the air around her
head, and felt a strong pair of hands latch squarely onto her breasts.
She groaned aloud, trying to shift her shoulders to shrug out of the
grip, but that only pushed her chest up into the hands.
Before she could process anything, the doctor began his ministrations
again. He ran his fingers up and down her labia, stroking her, probing
at her, and pressing into her. The hands at her chest massaged her,
cupped her weight, and ran it's thumbs across her erect nipples. She
pulled at the restraints now - not to escape, but because the pressure
building within her was out of her control. She wagged her head back and
forth, sometimes pressing her forehead into the hairy forearm on either
side of her head. She breathed in the scent of the skin beside her, the
earthy odor filling her nostrils. She opened her eyes and looked up
into the dark eyes of the butcher. He stood at her head, his arms
reached out across her, manhandling her breasts. When they made eye
contact, he squeezed on her nipples, twisting them and pinching them
gently. A sadistic smile curved his lips. She mewled out, her body
freezing and melting as it accepting this delicious feeling. She kept
her gaze locked with his, even as her womb began spasming, sending out
waves of bright crashing light that coursed through her body with her
heartbeat. He rolled her nipples gently as the hand at her vagina cupped
her while pressing one finger up between her lips. Her panties were
wet, her breathing was ragged, and she began to realize what had
transpired.
She licked her lips as she looked up into the butcher's eyes, unsure of
what to do, feeling vulnerable because of the situation, but also
burning with that same perverse pleasure, the sheer thrill of being seen
is such a raw and primal state.
"You just came, didn't you?" The butcher said bluntly, cupping her breasts and pressing them together.
The embarrassment and shame flooded back, so she turned her gaze away.
Her respite did not last long. The butcher continued to stroke her
breasts, as the doctor used his glove finger to snake around her panties
and pull them to the side. "Looks like she might have." the doctor's
voice wafted up from her pelvis. She groaned audibly, and she could feel
her vaginal opening squeezing. She couldn't help it, she was thrilled
as much as horrified that her naked body was so intimately on display.
The thought entered her mind almost immediately, 'I hope he touches
me... oh god, I want him to put his finger inside of me!" She moaned
again, gnawing at her bottom lip and again gyrating her hips.
"Hmm... looks like she might need more, but I am going to need to
increase the stimulation. She still isn't responding the way I'd like
her to."
She felt the panties pulled farther away from her body, and heard the
metallic snip of scissors being worked. Two more soft *snick*s and then
her panties were pulled fully out from under her backside. She could
hardly protest this - perhaps did not even want to protest this - as the
laces holding her gown together were undone, and the gown was pushed up
off her shoulders. She could feel the gold air rushing against her
skin, and felt goosebumps pimple her flesh, her nipples again hardened
against her braiser. Keeping her eyes closed, she felt the cool metal of
the scissors along her shoulders, and knew that they were cutting the
gown away to get around her restraints. Then she felt the scissors on
each strap, and across the middle of her chest, between her breasts. She
opened her eyes as the cups sprang open, and was again looking into the
face of the butcher. He roughly yanked the bra and the gown out from
under her body - now she was naked, strapped spread eagled on the
examination table.
She looked around at the scene, the doctor seated between her legs, the
butcher standing at her head, smirking down at her. The young footman
and the burly stable-master were standing beside her, close enough to
see her shivering breath. She couldn't bear it, so she looked away. Her
eyes landed on the footman's groin. He had an obvious bulge, one that he
was absentmindedly stroking. She groaned and bucked up again, driven
utterly wild at the thought of what was contained within his pants,
wishing that someone would touch her again.
As they had worked to fully strip her, the doctor had been giving
directions to the men. The footman was now positioned by her head, next
to the butcher. The doctor was between her legs, and the stable-master
was directly behind him, already touching her calf. She was panting, her
breasts quivering, she was aching for attention.
Finally the hands reached out and touched her. She groaned aloud,
overwhelmed by the attentions. The butcher and the footman both fondled
her breasts. Their asymmetric motions kept her off guard and thrilled
her. She moaned a low guttural moan when the doctor slipped a finger
along her wet labia, running up along her slit again. The stable-master
was running his hand up and down her leg, until he was shoulder to
shoulder with the doctor, and they were both gently prodding at her. She
grit her teeth and hissed, bucking up with her hips when she felt
someone pull her labia open. The hands on her chest were restless,
caressing her, sometimes running up to trace her neck, feel her pulse,
or trail along her ribcage. Multiple hands were assaulting her, and all
she wanted was more.
"Yes, this better. Perhaps some penetration would help." These words
were offered with the sweet pressure at her entrance. She still, trying
to feel each sensation. As the other hands continued to molest her, she
lay, waiting, feeling the fingertip ease into her vaginal opening. She
groaned and pulled against her wrist restraints as the finger slid into
her.
"Mmmmmpplease..." she whined, unaware that she even did it, she was wild
with desire, her breasts heaving, nipples sending twinges down to her
vagina as they were pinched and pulled. The finger inside her was
frustratingly still. Suddenly she became aware the the stable-master was
now tracing her labia, tenderly stroking her pubic hairs as the doctor
kept his finger slid deep inside her. She could feel her body clenching
around him, trying to pull him deeper into her. She pleaded again, when
the stable-master ran his finger across her clitoris.
"Very nice.." the doctor murmured, his voice now thicker, still cold and
detached, but more.. Feral. He neatly slid another finger into her
virgin hole, she groaned as her body stretched, but she needed the
fullness, and the pain soon bloomed into more delicious pressure.
"Perhaps even more attention to the clitoris, eh?"
She balked when she felt the cold against her labia. "Lucky she's so
juicy doctor, you can slide right in." the stable-master said as the
cold speculumwas slid inside her. Slowly the doctor began to crank the
device, and she could literally feel the cool air of the room touching
her inside her hole.
She had a wild thought 'I hope they can see inside me.', as she writhed
while the device stretched her aching vagina open. She could feel the
stable-master tracing his finger around, probing into her vagina,
causing her to squeeze against the unmoving metal. "Uhh, please." she
groaned. After more quiet discussion she could not make out through the
throbbing in her ears, she felt the finger withdraw, and opened her eyes
to see the men shuffling around. Now the butcher was between her legs,
and the stable-master was standing by her chest, already cupping her
breasts. She could see the doctor overseeing their ministrations, and
could see the footman behind him, with his naked cock pulled out. He
stared at her, his hand pulling with long, slow, continuous movements.
She was so turned on by the sight, by the feelings, that she began
pleading in a more earnest fashion. She turned her gaze back to the
butcher, who was smiling at her, waiting for her to make eye contact.
Her heart thudded harder when she saw his eyes; they were so full of a
dark promise, and a hunger that threatened to consume her whole. He
placed both of his thumbs inside of her, and then leaned into her so
that his face was kissing distance from her hot and aching genitals. She
could feel him inhale, his nose pressed directly between his thumbs,
and up inside her hole. She groaned, the hands on her chest continually
rubbing her nipples and massaging the breast. The butcher licked up
underneath the speculum, his tongue lapping up at her anus, then dipping
into her sopping and stretched open hole. Then, when she was writing in
agony and delicious torture, he lapped at her clitoris.
"Oh jesus!" She exclaimed, her eyes flying open, and her blood rushing,
"oh please, yes, uhh..." she trailed off making useless noises, her
hands pulled weakly at the straps, until she finally felt the pressure
breaking inside her. The tongue continued to lap away at her as her
vagina squeezed around the speculum, and juice seemed to flood out of
her an around his thumbs.
Her heart was beating rapidly, her body felt flushed and relaxed, her
vaginal opening was throbbing around the speculum. She was woozy, her
brain was fuzzy, and she was just so tired. She lay there, feeling
relaxed and slipping into sleep. She did not hear the doctor and the
stable-master and butcher discussing her "performance". She did not hear
them leaving the room, nor did she realize the footman had stayed
behind until he came to stand between her legs.
His hand touched her gently, running from her inner thigh to her labia,
tracing around the hole the speculum created, and dipping up inside her.
She groaned and looked down to see him. He had his cock in his hand, it
was thick, and the head was dark and glistening. She started wiggling
her hips without knowing it, anxious to feel his cock inside her.
He dropped to his knees in front of her, and shocked her by kissing up
the insides of her thighs, and sighing contently when he reached her
vagina. He also smelled up inside her, causing her heart to rush, and
the familiar flood to gush out of her. He licked up inside her as best
he could, then suckling at her clitoris. She yanked against the
restraints, and could hear the paper crinkling under her again.
"Please!" she cried, looking at him as she said it.
He slid two fingers up inside her, stroking the inside of her vagina.
While he did that, his tongue lapped at her clit, and he tugged at it
and sucked it up in his lips. It did not take long before she was about
to burst the pressure building. Suddenly he stopped and pulled away.
"No!" she cried, "No, please, oh please!" she was arching her hips up,
her labia puffy and flushed red, her hole leaking her fluids.
He ignored her pleas, and stood, stroking his cock. She grew still
instantly, hoping that he would put it inside her. He placed his hand on
her thigh, and eased forward until she could feel the tip of his penis
lightly tapping against her hole. He never went inside her, but he kept
his cockhead pressed up into her stretched open hole. Soon he gripped
her harder, and pressed up against her firmly. She could feel something
hot jet up inside her, and an audible sound of suprise shot out of her.
He moaned, stroked up his cock one more time, and when he pulled away,
she felt juice running out of her. She was pent up with frustration, but
exhausted and feeling less inclined to fight the haze in her head.
She flinched when the speculum was removed from her, but soon receded
back into her haze. She did not take note of the release of her hands
and feet, and she grumbled at the cold as she was made to sit up. Her
shirt was hastily slipped on her, and her skirt slid up over her hips,
and fastened shut.
Again, she was lead out of the room and down the hall. Her vision was
narrowing down to a pinpoint, and she was just so tired. She heard the
murmur of the men around her, but she listened to none of it. She felt
the warmth and the strength of the person against whom she leaned, and
she accepted the support and warmth. When she thought she couldn't stand
anymore, she was promptly lifted up into the carriage, and fell into an
exhausted slumber.
