The Doctor's Rough Treatment (Historical Medical Smut With A Side Of Story)

The Doctor’s

Rough Treatment

(Smut with
a Side of Story)

Diana
Quippley

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The Doctor’s

Rough Treatment

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?”

***