The Doctor’s
Rough Treatment
(Smut with a Side of Story)
Diana Quippley
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The Grand Experiment…
Olivia folded her hands in front of her as she walked through the crowded streets of London. Her shoes crunched on the wet debris that mixed with the filth and rain water. Two men were shouting at one another and she ducked her head as she stepped around them.
Every step along these streets reminded her that she was not far from living on them, if she did not succeed in landing the job she was about to all but beg for. She was not above begging, but she did not think Dr. Droll would be impressed by such behavior and she knew he was not the kind of man that gave second chances, if this impression proved below his standards.
She found the doorway to his ward of the university and hospital. A horse pulled a carriage by behind her and she waited for the sound to vanish before she reached for the door. There were not many forms of employment available to eighteen year old girls in 1800’s London. If she failed to convince the doctor that she could serve him properly, she would be serving other men for less money improperly in dark alleys within a week.
She stepped inside and scuffed her feet clean on the edge of the first step. Tracking mud and filth into his office or operating theater would not begin the meeting the way she would like. Another girl with clean shoes would end up being Dr. Droll’s assistant in her place.
Olivia moved forward between rooms. The doors were labeled with numbers, but not names. She had not been told a number. Olivia swallowed. Maybe figuring out this puzzle was part of her first test.
Olivia heard voices behind a door and opening it.
A man stood in partial profile with his fists on his hips as he stood naked in the center of the room. He was bare naked except for a derby perched on top of his head. His manhood stood out from his body in a severe, pink curve. Olivia had seen them before though she had never partaken in the pleasures or duties of the flesh herself. She had watched her sister in secret many times. This was larger than any of the erect members she had ever witnessed in all her sister’s sinful acts.
A group of men in white coats stood around him in a semi-circle. Other, younger men on risers sat and appeared to sketch what they witnessed.
One of the doctors near the naked man held what appeared to be a sextant down over the curve of the stiff member. Olivia wondered if they were using it to navigate or perhaps measure the distance to the sun. It was quite large and imposing.
The doctor performing the measurement said, “It was Michelangelo who first discovered that it was blood vessels which filled to change the penis from flaccid to stout. Previously, it was believed that heated air from lustful thoughts inflated the penis. Now it is the pelvic bone that provides the foundation for the thrust when penetrating a woman’s orifices. Please, demonstrate.”
The naked man drove his hips forward and back wagging his balls. Olivia imagined herself bent over in front of him taking those thrusts the way her sister seemed to enjoy so.
The doctor said, “Dear, in or out, please, make a choice.”
Olivia realized the doctor was talking to her.
***
The naked man continued his carnal pantomime and said, “Come along, girl, and I’ll let you get both in and out over and over, I will.”
Olivia blushed. “Oh, I’m not here for … I’m here to meet with Dr. Droll. He is expecting me.”
“Down the hall on the left,” the doctor said.
The naked man winked at her. “If you’re sure you want to go, that is.”
The doctor said, “Close the door. We are conducting science.”
Olivia closed the door and took a deep breath. She continued down the hall as instructed. “Which door on the left?” She whispered to herself. Her voice echoed back to her harshly off the walls of the corridor.
She took a deep breath and smelled chemicals she couldn’t identify, but associated with the preservation of the dead. She knew that was a part of medical practice and one way that surgeons learned. It would be that knowledge of anatomy that would help them save lives. If she could convince Dr. Droll that she would be his best choice for his assistant – do anything he needed or asked – then she would not only be a part of saving lives, but would be able to support her own life as well. Olivia had no desire to open a door on a lifeless body to rattle her confidence and composure before her meeting with the doctor. Her confidence probably couldn’t take the hit. She would rather go back and be a part of the thrusting demonstration in the previous theater. Her memory of the bowed cock sent shivers up her spine and wet warmth between her legs. Sometimes when she watched her sister perform her own secret experiments with whatever man the girl managed to find, Olivia would touch herself and bring up waves of feeling she did not fully understand, but always wanted to feel again very soon.
Olivia shook herself out of her thoughts and continued down the long hallway.
She heard conversation behind another door three down from the end. Olivia paused and listened, but did not comprehend any of the words muffled through the door.
She took another deep breath of chemical small and opened the door. Another theater of students stared down and a single doctor with a dark beard and thick glasses rested his hand on the ample, naked rump of a woman bent over an examining table. Her breasts were out and she cupped her own pale flesh up as if offering her breasts to the students staring down at her intently. Her dark nipples stood out hard between her fingers and Olivia’s nipples grew stiff under her blouse as well watching
the curvy woman touching herself naked in front of everyone. With her dress open and down off her chest and her skirts up over her waist, the doctor tapped the inside of her thighs with his open hand and she spread her legs apart wider to accommodate his wishes.
“All for science.” Olivia whispered with her hand quivering on the edge of the open door.
The doctor stroked his fingers gently over the curve of the woman’s buttocks and the woman sucked in a gasp of air. The woman pulled and twisted at her nipples as she remained bent over for the doctor’s continued touch. Olivia licked her lips and thought about pulling her nipples as well. She tingled all through her body as she watched.
The doctor used his fingers to spread the woman’s pussy open. One finger traced down over the opening and then zig zagged all over the glistening surface of the sensitive flesh he was exposing. The woman groaned in response and bowed her head into the naked cleavage of her own cupped breasts. It sounded like a moan of pain, but Olivia knew even from her own limited experience and amateur experimentation that the woman was likely experiencing unfathomable pleasure.
The doctor said, “Now. The more I stimulate this region and she responds to the stimulation, the more her body will produce natural lubricants which facilitate penetration and the repeated motions of sexual intercourse.”
***
The doctor inserted one finger into the woman from behind until it disappeared inside her to the last knuckle. She moaned and threw her head back. Olivia saw the woman’s eyes roll back as she heaved for air and pulled at her nipples. The doctor pumped his finger in her a few times with a slippery, wet sound that could be heard in echoes around the large observation stands.
He took a second finger and twisted them both inside together. The woman groaned. “Oh, yes, Doctor Droll, please, don’t stop.”
He ignored her and spoke with both fingers resting deep inside her. “The woman’s sexual entrance is quite pliable and designed to accept the largest of members as we will demonstrate shortly. Here I will add another finger to demonstrate now.”
The woman bit her lip and said, “Yes, please. Demonstrate.”
Doctor Droll looked up at the door and stopped with two fingers inside and a third ready to slide in as well. He narrowed his eyes. “May I help you?”
The woman bent over the table said, “Yes, use three fingers like you promised.”
Dr. Droll swatted her gently on one cheek getting another moan from her. He said, “Not you. Wait just a moment, you little tart. You at the door, what is it you need?”
Olivia cleared her throat, but her voice broke anyway as she spoke. “I’m here to see you, Dr. Droll. I’m Olivia. We had a meeting scheduled concerning the assistant’s position.”
He waved his free hand at her with the other still penetrating his moaning subject. “Right. You are early. Normally a good thing. Allow me to finish her and I will be with you shortly. Go wait in my office. Last door on the left.”
Olivia nodded. “Yes, sir.”
As she closed the door, she heard more of the wet slippery motion and the woman’s screams of passion echoing through the theater. Olivia wished she had watched just a little while longer. She opened the doctor’s office and sat down in the chair across from his desk.
Anatomy charts lined the wall. Olivia had seen ones like them before. These were quite different though. While still showing musculature and bone structure, these had particular detail about the breasts and the sexual organs. One showed a man with a woman’s slender hands wrapped around his cock. The diagrams showed stages of his growth into an erection easily as large as the monstrous member she had witnessed in the first theater. In each frame of the progressive diagram, the tender hands massaged his length and stroked his tentacles as he engorged. In one picture, she seemed to be pulling particularly hard on his balls as the male figure stood there at attention taking it. Olivia did not understand why the girl’s face was drawn next to the man’s hip as she stared with admiration at the results of her work.
“That hardly seems necessary.”
In the next room beyond the wall with the diagrams, the woman moaned out and cried that she wanted more.
Olivia narrowed her eyes as she stared at the wall. “More of what exactly?”
She heard a rhythmic creaking noise and the sound of flesh coming together with flesh like clapping, but it did not exactly sound like hands clapping. The speed of the clapping increased and she heard a male’s grunts join the screaming and hungry begging of the woman.
Olivia turned her attention to the opposite wall and her eyes widened. A detailed set of drawings showed explicitly naked women taking male members deep into their mouths. One showed a woman angling her head so that the man could use part of her throat as his balls rested against her chin.
“Oh, my, how does she breathe?” Olivia reached out and traced her finger along the woman’s nasal passage. As her finger reached the head of the penis, she drew her finger slowly back along his shaft to his balls. She shivered as she imagined applying that touch to a real specimen. “Maybe she could breathe through her nose, but I don’t think so. He is so deep into her mouth and throat. If he pulled out, she might catch a breath before he thrust back in. Timing would certainly be everything. Practice would be in order too, I imagine.”
Olivia leaned back into her chair as she looked at a woman on her back on an ornate sofa. The detail on the upholstery seemed far too detailed for it to just be about practical anatomy use. She began to believe these were drawings documenting real events. The woman on her back tilted her head back upside down with her mouth hanging open. Her breasts stood up like tall mountains on her chest. Her legs sat spread on the others side of the sofa with her knees slightly bent. One man bent his knees near her face as he fed his member into her mouth. The angle seemed to do wonders in allowing him to enter deep in her mouth. At the other end, another woman knelt and applied her tongue to the woman’s pussy. She could not see a lot of detail about the second woman other than she appeared to be quite enjoying the taste of the pussy and she raised her ass in the air behind her as if offering it up to someone outside the frame of the drawing.
“Another lady coming in to taste you?” Olivia asked the picture. “Or perhaps a man to complete this chain by thrusting in from behind?”
***
The moans in the next room tapered off and she actual heard applause. That seemed inappropriate for a surgical theater, Olivia thought. Obviously from what she was seeing around her, she had a lot to learn.
Olivia looked over the rest of the walls seeing women accept cocks into their pussies from all manner of position including sitting, standing, and even suspended. Olivia leaned forward. “Are those ropes or some type of strap?”
The door to the office opened and she startled. Dr. Droll swept across the room and dropped into the chair behind the desk. He buttoned the top of his shirt and the cuffs of his sleeves. He wiped off his forehead and took several deep breaths.
“Well,” Dr. Droll said, “you are who again?”
“I’m Olivia and I was here to discuss the assistant’s job.”
“Right, well, let’s get right to the point. This is not a position for the timid or the shy. We are doing real, cutting edge science. We are studying all manner of human behavior and physiological responses that are not being explored this way anywhere else in the world. I have no use for wilting flowers or fainting maidens. Do you understand what I am saying to you … ugh, what did you say your name was again?”
She cleared her throat. “Olivia. Dr. Droll. I’m Olivia.”
“Right. No matter. Do you understand what I’m asking of you, girl?”
“Yes, Doctor.”
“Being my assistant will require the highest levels of devotion and dedication. It will require zero hesitation at every moment. Discovery will not wait for the butterflies in your stomach to clear, dear. The work is too important for such nonsense. Do you have these qualities that I require, young lady?”
“Yes, Doctor Droll, I am your girl.”
He smiled and nodded. “You must be sure now. I have been given such assurances by others before you and they let me down at the worst possible times. I will not have that again. If you have any doubt or any hesitation in your spirit, you should bow out now and save us both the time and embarrassment.”
Olivia shook her head. “No doubts, Doctor. No hesitation. You have all of me.”
He nodded and extended his hand over the desk. It was the same one he had used to insert into the woman bent across the exam table. Olivia took his hand and shook without hesitation. He did not need to see doubts in her right from the beginning. She needed this more than she needed anything in her life. She thought about the woman’s spread pussy as she gripped the doctor’s hand.
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