by Kyoko Church
‘Good God. It’s indecent! What can be done?’
Phillip removed his hands and took on a grave demeanour. ‘Ewan, there is no cure for this illness. Only maintenance. If someone does not assume her care she can be thrown into the asylum.’
Releasing his grasp on her wrists, Ewan stared into Lilly’s eyes. He could not allow the woman he had chosen as his bride to be locked up. The scandal! It would be worse than all of the stories of his philandering put together! She gasped, sobbed, and clung to him, and he shifted himself uncomfortably in his trousers, trying to hide the effect of Lillianne’s affliction on his body from his friend. Even as she sobbed into his chest, the wretched woman’s body still writhed, betraying her. Ewan pushed her back on to the bed.
‘What is the maintenance you speak of?’
Phillip turned his attention back to Lillianne, placing his fingers again on her wet, swollen clitoris. ‘Massage until hysterical paroxysm is reached cures the patient temporarily,’ he stated matter-of-factly as he rubbed in earnest this time. In no time Lilly began to gyrate her pelvis furiously against Phillip’s hand. Her cries were reaching a fevered pitch.
‘It’s abominable!’ Ewan puffed. ‘I can barely stand to watch.’ But his eyes remained glued to Lilly’s bucking body, her gaping hole. He had never seen a woman for this long from this angle, in this proximity. His own flesh was so stiff it ached and he surreptitiously attempted to rub himself through the coarse fabric of his trousers. The memory of Lilly’s slick, tight passage around his steel-like shaft maddened him and seeing her there, in front of him, his friend’s fingers working her hard as she writhed and cried out was more than he could bear.
In a flash he had shoved his friend aside and had his trousers around his knees.
‘No, Ewan! You mustn’t! Paroxysm must be brought about only by massage. Physical male contact of this nature will only serve to progress the madness further!’
Phillip’s protests were but background noise to Ewan. He no more could have stopped himself from sliding into Lilly than he could have stopped a train barrelling down a track. He slammed himself in to his hilt and began sawing in and out. Just as before, Lilly’s tight sheath contracted around him and almost immediately began to spasm. She screamed and he pulled her to him almost violently. As in the backroom of the mill, the spasms seemed to milk Ewan’s own orgasm from him, and he grunted loudly as his seed pumped out in long bursts into his wife’s body.
Chapter Five
‘Ewan, this is serious.’
Ewan Draper and Phillip Samms sat in the library at Draper Mansion, each with a cognac.
‘I know it is, dammit,’ Ewan said, draining his glass and reaching for the bottle to pour himself another. ‘You inspected her – afterwards. Is she cured?’
‘She is,’ Phillip replied hesitantly. ‘I inspected the clitoris after your union. Your ill-advised union, I must repeat. Nevertheless, the swelling was significantly reduced and I daresay she’s now most likely returned to a normal state. For the time being,’ he added, leaning forward in the oxblood leather chair. ‘But this is what I was attempting to explain to you, Ewan. I did considerable research on this topic after what you initially described to me and in preparation for what I would be faced with here tonight. I’ve consulted all the foremost experts in this field. Nymphomania is a disease for which there is no cure.’ He paused here, took a drink from his glass. ‘I explained to you how women of this nature accumulate seed, semen, as it were. It is the retention of this fluid that causes the illness. You heard how she panted and gasped. The uterus is being suffocated.’
‘This is all so confusing,’ Ewan muttered. ‘And if we do nothing?’
‘According to my research, left alone this condition can only lead to madness. I mentioned the asylum to you. I did not mean to alarm you, Ewan, but that is the reality of the situation. She needs regular therapy to purge her body of the fluid.’ Seeing the look of despair on his friend’s face, Phillip rose and put his hand on Ewan’s shoulder. ‘Really, Ewan, she is a lucky woman.’ Ewan looked up at Phillip in confusion. ‘You are a man of means. Not to mention you have me. Together we can provide her with the best care available. I will prescribe a regular course of therapy. But we must be careful, my friend. Paroxysm must be brought about slowly and by manual manipulation only. Nymphomaniacs are excitable and must be treated with extreme caution.’
‘But Phillip, this is my wife. Are you suggesting I may not bed her?’ Ewan barked in frustration.
‘Actually, there is some research to suggest that male seminal fluid can have a healing effect,’ Phillip said, as he consulted one of the medical journals. Ewan responded immediately.
‘I see! Well, naturally, as her husband I would want to be involved in her healing. You will, of course, be including my contribution of seminal fluid in the regular course of her treatment.’
The two men discussed the particulars of Lillianne’s treatment for another hour before they retired for the evening. By the end it was decided that Phillip would move into Draper Mansion so he could assume Lillianne’s care. Had either man been less engrossed in the details of tending to Lilly’s affliction he might have noticed that their entire conversation was being monitored. Monitored very closely.
Characteristics normally attributed to Phillip Samms included spoiled, frivolous, aimless, lackadaisical. Boston elite largely saw him as a little boy in a grown man’s body, casually flitting between interests as only a man born with the proverbial silver spoon in his mouth could do. But with regard to Lillianne’s affliction, that Phillip approached his duties with anything other than complete enthusiasm could not be said. Once the details of his position as resident physician at Draper Estates had been established, he earnestly studied all the existing literature he could find on the subject of nymphomania, at the university and through the colleagues he knew from his brief time there. Straight away he spoke to the entire Draper household – Ewan, James, Celeste, as well as the other kitchen and house staff – and impressed upon them the severity of their mistress’ illness. His treatments were to be heeded at all costs and were not to be tampered with.
He began by recommending to Ewan that one of his guest bedrooms be converted into a lab room, of sorts. This was where Lilly would be kept, monitored, and treated. The bed in the room was fitted with restraints, as it was obvious from her previous actions that she could not be left to her own devices, as well as storage for his medical equipment.
Phillip did his best to explain his findings to Ewan. ‘Left unchecked,’ he began, ‘the patient would masturbate continuously and furiously, which would progress the illness into madness. What I must do, as Lilly’s physician, is to take control. As I explained earlier, paroxysm must be reached only by medical massage. And it is to be brought about slowly, extremely slowly, so as not to excessively excite the patient.’
‘And what of my – contributions?’ Ewan asked.
‘Yes.’ Phillip donned his spectacles and consulted his notes. ‘I’ve made allowances in my treatment for regular marital consummation. I’m hoping this sort of normal activity will aid in her mental health.’ Ewan exhaled and smiled a little. ‘But with caution, my friend. And at least for now –’ Phillip pulled off the specs and looked directly at Ewan ‘– for now it will have to be engaged in only under my direct supervision.’ Seeing Ewan frown, Phillip added, ‘This is an extremely tenuous situation. I’m not sure how my therapy will work and we cannot have it thwarted if you were to, say, inadvertently bring about paroxysm through your exertions with her.’
Lillianne could hardly believe what had become of the fantasy life she dreamt for herself. The happily ever after image of Ewan and she living out their lives in wealthy ease and wedded bliss had seemed the inevitable conclusion. And yet somehow it had slipped away. How had it gone so wrong?
Her mornings weren’t so bad, if closely monitored. Generally she spent them with Celeste, once the maid’s early kitchen duties were attended to. Celeste was her sympat
hetic ear, her true confidante. If Celeste were busy though, James was never far away. Lillianne was all too familiar with what Dr Samms had told the staff about her illness and James took the task of supervising Lilly’s actions very seriously. He was forever lurking in her periphery.
The afternoons, however, belonged to Dr Samms.
After undressing Lilly and strapping her down in his newly converted laboratory for the first time, Dr Samms explained that he was committed to ensuring her mental wellbeing and that he needed her full cooperation. Lilly’s head, torso, and arms were secured to one padded examination table while her legs were each secured to two smaller, wheeled ones, thereby allowing the doctor to wheel her legs open or shut. He then tightly rolled up a towel and placed it firmly between her legs before shutting them and locking the wheels in place. This, he explained, was to soak up any fluids her body emanated. What it served to do, though, was place firm pressure on that button of flesh that was the cause of all this in the first place. The clitoris, the doctor said it was called. With the pressure there, Lilly felt her body, her clitoris, swell as the doctor proceeded.
Chapter Six
Phillip Samms finally understood his calling.
His significant success in bedding a multitude of women over the years had led up to this point. Finally his medical studies, albeit incomplete, had intersected with his passion. He knew what he was supposed to do. He was Lillianne’s saviour. It was up to him.
‘I need to have a clear understanding of all of your body’s triggers and reactions,’ Phillip said quietly as he ran his hands over Lilly’s naked flesh. He had always been entranced by women. Their bodies, so soft and mysterious; he wanted to know them, to discover all their secrets. In all his experiences with women, though, never had he had one so available for his perusal, so open to his scrutiny. Now it was not his diversion, but his duty, his obligation to study and understand. To help Lillianne. Clearing his throat, he began his thorough examination, stroking and circling his hands and fingers over each and every part of her and noting any reactions. All the places that caused her breath to catch or quicken: behind her knees, under her arms, the base of her neck, her abdomen, her inner thighs and buttocks. At each of these points Phillip stopped and duly recorded them in his notebook. When he got to her breasts, her nipples were hardened into tight peaks; as his fingers grazed them gently, Lilly gasped in the most significant reaction yet. Phillip noted this and continued to pluck and circle them while Lilly vainly attempted to suppress her reactions. ‘Amazing,’ Phillip muttered as he watched her hips move subtly.
‘I would like to try something here, Lilly,’ he said and then leant down and placed his lips around her nipple. He experimented with his tongue first – hard flicks, soft laving, light circling – then switched to grazing the nipple lightly with his teeth. He then went to the other nipple and began the same course of stimuli again. All of this caused very significant reactions of gasping and writhing and by the time Phillip was finished with the second nipple, Ewan’s wife was thrusting her hips forcefully into the air.
‘Mm, yes, I think it’s time we check the towel,’ he said, unlocking the wheels on the tables supporting her legs and taking the sodden material from between Lilly’s thighs. ‘Even more wet than I’ve come to expect,’ he said to himself, inspecting it. ‘Well, Lilly, I think we should commence with your treatment.’
‘Please, Dr Samms,’ Lilly entreated, even as her body continued wriggling slightly. ‘I know you’re only trying to help me. But if I could just see Ewan … I’m sure there’s no need for all of this.’
‘Shhh. Now, now. Everything’s going to be fine,’ Phillip assured her as he moved a small stool between Lilly’s legs. With her still protesting, he sat down to her body and labia spread before him. He gently placed a finger on top of her clit and rubbed in small circles with minimal pressure. Suddenly Lilly’s protests ceased.
Lilly could feel the familiar pressure begin to rise as the doctor manipulated her sensitive flesh. She wanted him to stop; she wanted her husband. But soon, as his finger became wet with her juices and began sliding over and over that little button, her body betrayed her. Now all she wanted was more. She wanted him to press harder, rub faster. She cried out and bucked her hips as his finger continued to tease her engorged bud. ‘Please!’ she gasped. ‘Please!’ she pleaded, her limbs taut against the restraints. And the doctor did rub a little harder then, a little faster. The pressure mounted as Lilly panted and thrust, when, suddenly, the doctor removed his hand.
‘Lillianne, I know your illness makes this difficult for you, but for your therapy to be successful I need you to try and remain calm while I set the pace. I need to concentrate and bring the paroxysm on slowly or this will not be effective.’
‘O-of course, doctor, I’m sorry,’ Lilly whispered shakily. Her bound body twitching, her heart pounding, Lilly lay helpless while the doctor recommenced his actions. Choking back her cries, she tried her best to control her reactions while his fingers stroked her increasingly sensitive flesh. Slowly. Ever so slowly.
Outside the door, where Lilly’s screams and pleading had been heard quite plainly, now the eavesdropper had to strain hard to hear.
Ewan Draper came home that night eagerly anticipating his participation in his wife’s new course of treatment.
He’d had a successful day, his meeting with Phillip’s father having gone even better than he’d expected. The elder Samms was eager to continue doing business, not only with the married man Ewan now was, but with the man responsible for his son’s gainful new employment – in a medical capacity, no less. News had gotten to Maxwell Samms that his son had been consulting with various men in the medical field in an effort to help Ewan’s wife with some kind of women’s issue. Ewan felt no need to further enlighten him.
When Ewan entered the master suite, his wife was dozing on the bed while Phillip read silently in a chair beside.
‘Good evening, Ewan,’ Phillip greeted, rising as he put down his medical journal. ‘Your wife did extremely well today. I’m very pleased with the outcome.’
‘I’m interested to know the particulars,’ Ewan said, moving to the bedside and gazing down at his sleeping bride. Even in slumber she provoked a physical response from him, and his loins stirred slightly as he thought of what must have gone on in his absence.
‘Certainly,’ Phillip said. ‘For now, though, you may bed her if you wish.’
‘I do,’ Ewan murmured, still looking at her.
‘Just a word of caution before you start,’ Phillip said. ‘Although her treatment this afternoon was successful I’m still not certain of what her reactions to your physical advances will be. I need you to avoid contact with certain areas of her body that are susceptible to excitation. I also need you to be aware of the signs that you are leading her to dangerous levels.
‘You need to avoid the clitoris,’ Phillip went on. ‘Do not put pressure here, on her pelvic mound.’ He motioned to the area on Lilly’s sleeping form. ‘If she begins to pant or gyrate her hips, I need you to slow down, or it may even be necessary to stop completely.’ Ewan looked doubtfully at his friend. ‘I’m sure you won’t need to worry about this, Ewan. I only warn you as a precaution. As I said, we had a very successful session today.’
Ewan, his organ already stiff hearing the description of his wife’s possible reactions, bade Phillip leave them then.
‘It really is advisable that I stay on and monitor this activity, Ewan,’ Phillip protested.
‘I’ve heard what you said,’ Ewan growled, impatient now. Opening the door, he ushered his friend out.
‘That’ll be all, James,’ Ewan said. James’s eyes narrowed on Ewan and Phillip as he closed the library door. Ewan saw Phillip notice. ‘James is extremely displeased with my current marital situation,’ he said. ‘More than usual.’
‘Indignant is the word I’d use,’ Phillip mused.
‘Yes, well, James is always priggish about these matters. But I was only following
his advice to get married in the first place.’
‘Well, he was right about one thing. The old man will certainly be more comfortable. I assume your meeting with him went well.’
‘Yes, fine.’ Ewan stared off into the distance.
‘Penny for your thoughts.’
‘Hmm? Oh yes. Uh, tell me more about Lillianne’s therapy today,’ Ewan said, getting up and pouring the usual cognacs for he and Phillip.
‘Certainly, Ewan,’ Phillip replied, accepting the glass. ‘What would you like to know?’
‘Well, to start, was she receptive to treatment?’
‘Yes. Well, I have to have her restrained, as you know, just due to the nature of her illness.’ Ewan nodded. ‘Initially she was very – afflicted. However, I managed to get the situation in hand, as it were, and, after quite some time, paroxysm was reached in a clinically appropriate manner.’ Phillip took a sip of his cognac and looked thoughtful. ‘It can be difficult to remain – professional.’
‘Meaning?’ Ewan asked, an eyebrow raised.
‘I mean, her reactions are compelling. I initially found myself quite caught up in them.’ Seeing Ewan’s face, he quickly added, ‘Of course, I got control of the situation immediately.’
‘She was out of control?’
‘Ewan, such is the nature of the beast with which we are dealing.’ Phillip leant forward in his chair, looking earnestly at his friend. ‘Her nymphomania means that her passions control her. But she is not so afflicted that she cannot be reasoned with. I simply explained to her that, during her therapy, she must attempt to remain calm and dignified. The illness dictates that we have to bring about paroxysm so as to manage the daily symptoms. But she cannot thrash about, screaming and carrying on while I am attempting to help her. Then she certainly will be carried off to the asylum.’