Like a Wisp of Steam, Thomas Roche [list of e readers txt] 📗

screams, and Victoria turned her head to see a wide-eyed Miss Clara Brook with her dress rather askew and her face and neck flushed deep red. Surely it was the exertion of pedaling the bicycle, though the look that Clara was giving the squirming and screaming Victoria certainly implied something else.

The sensations in her sex lessened, and Charles looked up at Victoria's face.

"Describe what you felt," said Charles firmly.

Clara quickly said, "It was like the bicycle was my lover, and I was—"

"Miss Brook!" snapped Charles. "I was speaking to Mrs. Barker."

"Of course," giggled Clara, embarrassed.

"What did you feel, Victoria?"

"It ... It was like my whole body was being penetrated by a white light ... Oh, Doctor, I've never experienced anything like that..."

Charles nodded. "Excellent. Proceed, Miss Brook."

Victoria moaned as the throbbing of the magic wand drew close to her sex once more. She whimpered desperately, frightened but excited by the closeness of the blessed instrument. When the blazing, throbbing head of the vibrator touched her once more, Victoria let out another scream—but this time, Charles did not relent, but pressed more firmly against her sex, and in a few seconds Victoria's thrashings were quieted, and her screams turned to moans.

"Relax, Victoria," sighed Charles soothingly. "Relax into the sensations. You're doing fine."

Victoria still squirmed and pulled against the leather restraints, but her moans and screams had turned to gasps of pleasure. She realized with embarrassment that she had begun to utter Charles's name, but she found that she could not stop.

Then there was Charles's touch again, underneath the throbbing hum of the vibrating wand. His fingers. Probing.

Teasing. Parting her nether lips. Two fingers pushing inside her body, stroking her maidenhead.

"Hold, Miss Brook," Charles ejaculated nervously.

Clara let out a sorrowful moan, but managed to stop pedaling. Her dress was now extremely rumpled, and she appeared to be sheened with a thin film of sweat. Her eyes gazed dully at the squirming Victoria and her mouth hung open as she panted unstoppably.

"Victoria," said Charles sternly. "I don't wish to get more personal than is necessary. But am I correct in thinking that you and Arthur have not..."

Charles's fingers were still inside Victoria, stroking that place where Arthur had never been. Victoria's moans and whimpers rose in pitch even without the stimulation of the vibrating wand. She stared at Charles with surrender, tears filling her eyes.

"You and Arthur have not had marital relations?"

Victoria quivered. "He lets me use my mouth sometimes."

It was the doctor's turn to blush. He shook his head sadly.

"That certainly could contribute to your condition, Victoria.

I understand that Arthur is a man of atypical needs, but a young woman such as you can't survive like this without risking dire psychological and physical consequences. With your permission, I would like to perform a small procedure that will ... correct your condition."

Victoria's eyes fluttered and she let out an uncontrolled moan. "Yes, yes, yes," she gasped.

"Miss Brook?" snapped Charles.

"Oh ... Yes, Doctor?" moaned Clara, plainly having some difficulty focusing on the doctor's orders.

"Please bring me the number two molded prosthesis," said Charles, and Victoria shuddered as Clara raced out of the room to fulfill Charles's request.

Charles's fingers still rested slightly inside Victoria's sex, and she quivered and moaned as he continued to massage her insides.

"No trouble at all," cooed Charles soothingly. "This won't hurt a bit, my dear, and then you'll be all better."

Clara appeared again holding a bottle of liquid and what appeared to Victoria to be a curiously-shaped riding horn. "Oh dear," Victoria whimpered as she realized that it was not a riding horn at all. In fact, it appeared to be made of leather and ... Victoria simply couldn't think such a thought. She stared at the instrument with a look of horror on her face.

"Miss Brook," growled Charles sternly. "It's unseemly to let the patient see the instruments before application."

"Yes, Doctor," said the chastened Clara, who handed Charles the instrument and once more mounted the bicycle.

"Begin," ordered Charles, and Victoria moaned uncontrollably as Clara began to pedal. The seething vibrations once more began in the vibrating wand, which Charles was deftly applying to Victoria's sex. As the quickening began inside her and her pleasure began to mount, Victoria felt pressure in the teasing thickness at the entrance to her sex, the very opening of her womanhood, where Charles had previously applied his two fingers. Now Charles was entering her with a single finger, which probed and prodded at the place where her maidenhead barred the entrance to her femaleness. Then the doctor applied a second finger, teasing her open, parting her most private spot, readying her for the next stage.

Charles spoke with a tenderness he hadn't yet used with Victoria. There was something so soothing, so gentle, so seductive about the richness of his voice now. "Just relax, my dear Victoria. You're under my care, completely in my control.

This is a medical procedure, and you're fully safe in my hands..."

Meanwhile, his fingers were stroking, penetrating, opening her further. Victoria moaned in unexpected pleasure, mingled with the horror of her position. She was helpless at the hands of her doctor, who was about to divest her of her virginity.

Certainly she should have been divested of it long ago, when she and Arthur had first married, but since he'd shown no interest, Victoria had remained in this undeflowered state until now—but no longer.

For she was about to be taken, strapped bodily into this seat with her legs spread and with curious sensations of pleasure filling her body. Good God, Victoria thought to herself. I feel as if I'll be ill ... I feel spasms coming on.

Then, as Charles's fingers gently opened her up, Victoria gasped to feel the thickness of the "riding horn," which she now realized was ... was ... Oh, she couldn't think it. She couldn't even imagine such a thing. And even so, the sensation was so delicious. It was like being taken roughly by her husband, without the untidy business of his disinterest.

And certainly Victoria