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

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