Like a Wisp of Steam by Thomas Roche (best reads of all time txt) 📕

Victoria squirmed in her bonds, seized with the sudden desire to break away and run from this unacceptable intrusion into the most secret places in her body. Then, as Charles spoke to her, Victoria felt herself succumbing, surrendering, giving herself over to the unforgiving interior caress of the doctor's firm instrument.

"Take a deep breath, my dear," Charles said to Victoria in his most soothing tone. "A deep breath..."

"Oh God! Yes!" The unexpected shriek came from Miss Clara Brook, who was wildly riding the stationary bicycle, pumping faster and faster as she shuddered and bounced on the narrow seat. Her dress was looking quite worse for wear, almost lifted off the lower half of her body. Her moans and shrieks grew louder as she pumped faster, and sent a new intensity of vibrations into the curious wand still being held at the top of Victoria's sex by the firm hand of Dr. Charles Fitzmartin. This brought a new series of gasps and moans from Victoria's lips, as the sensations in her body suddenly increased in intensity.

"Keep pedaling, Miss Brook," snarled Charles uncharitably.

"It won't do to stop the treatment now, you tawdry bitch. It would be complete disaster!"

Quite unexpectedly, a shudder went through Victoria's body at the sound of Charles using such rough language.

Charles quickly changed his tone.

"Forgive me, Victoria," he said smoothly. "I forgot myself.

She can be so difficult sometimes."

"Don't mention it," Victoria heard herself mumbling as Clara launched herself into her task with a brand new enthusiasm. Within seconds, Victoria found herself completely incapable of further reply.

Then Charles was coaxing her further, his gentle voice caressing her ears as he instructed her to take a deep breath and then let it out. Another breath. Another. "We're very close now, Victoria ... Very close ... Just relax..."

Then, with her fourth exhalation, there was the gentle yet forcible thrust of the doctor's instrument inside Victoria, stretching her open, penetrating her maidenhead, entering her utterly. Writhing in her restraints, Victoria let out a loud, low moan of pleasure. And as Charles thrust the shaft to its maximum depth inside her, Victoria began to thrash wildly, as an unexpected sensation came over her.

It seemed like a wholly new experience, though she remembered it from the depths of her girlhood fantasies. She could recall this very same sensation, this feeling of release, from her long summer afternoons fantasizing about Dr.Fitzmartin, in the days of her fondest crush on the good doctor. Was there some connection?

Victoria certainly didn't care. She was entirely swept away with the explosion of pleasure inside her, and it was as if another woman entirely were screaming the words "Fuck oh fuck oh fuck me god damn you fuck me harder you fucking prick fuck me with your cock oh fuck me." Another woman entirely. Was it also another woman bucking her hips against the leather belt, trying to pump the thick member deeper inside her womanhood, trying to force its thick, thrusting pleasure permanently into her body? All so she would experience this heavenly sensation forever, constantly being penetrated by the good doctor's succulent rod.

Victoria felt a bolt of fear as the sensation slowly declined and she realized that, no, it certainly was not another woman uttering those lewd and sinful comments.

It was her.

Though Victoria supposed it was possible that Miss Clara Brook had uttered a few comments of her own—certainly Clara looked worn out, as if she'd been screaming her head off. Were a few of those moans Clara's? Or had it been only Victoria screaming like that?

There was not really any way to tell.

"Good enough, Miss Brook," Charles was saying unsteadily, and Victoria realized that he had removed the instrument from inside her. The thick object—which Victoria could only now admit was phallic in shape—was covered with the lubricant the doctor had used, mingled with what appeared to be Victoria's blood and, perhaps, the juices of her body.

Victoria blushed uncontrollably, lowering her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at Charles after letting him see her in such an unflattering state. But lowering her eyes brought Victoria's gaze in line with the lower part of the doctor's body—and the striking bulge issuing from his lower parts. But Victoria's greatest shock was that the bulge in the doctor's pants was capped with a dark, moist stain.

Victoria gasped. That wasn't possible, was it? It couldn't be... could it?

She lifted her eyes and met Charles's, and saw in their intimate warmth and glow that, in fact, her suspicions were true. Charles had led her down a dark and sinful path, all fully sanitized by modern medicine.

"Eh, what? Come on here, must be someone around, righto?" Victoria heard a pounding on the door of the examination room. It was Arthur, come to collect his wife.

"Sorry to be a bit late, Doctor," shouted Arthur through the door. "Didn't make it home. Just stopped off at the tea-house for a quick nibble. Did my wife make it out all right?"

The rather ruffled Clara Brook tried desperately to straighten her too-tight dress, then quickly hustled out the door. Victoria heard Clara's voice soothing Arthur. "She'll be out in just a moment ... The procedure went very well, Mr.Barker, but it took just a wee bit more time than we anticipated. Please, I'll see to you in the waiting room and we can finish with all that business about the doctor's fee, can't we?"

Victoria still held Charles's eyes with her own, and she heard herself speaking in a hushed, seductive tone that she didn't know she possessed.

"Thank you, Doctor. I don't know how to make it up to you."

Charles looked at the floor, his face reddening. "Not at all, Mrs. Barker. I enjoy my calling." Then, as if to squelch any momentary fantasies Victoria might have, Charles quickly murmured "It's merely a profession."

Victoria's heart swelled and tears formed in her eyes, even as she heard the doctor continue.

"Of course, in severe cases of hysteria, such as