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

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