“Dr. Connors, Miss Martin is waiting for you in the next room,” Nurse Nancy said.
“Again?” Dr. Connors sighed. “I just made a house call yesterday!”
Dr. Dick Connors had just arrived back to the little back rooms of the pharmacy that allowed him to use the space in return for his using prescription slips with the pharmacy’s name on them. They provided one room for his office and one room where he could see patients, although he primarily saw patients in their homes. He’d had to hire a nurse to help him, as his practice was growing quite large and he needed someone on-site when he was out making house calls.
Nurse Nancy said, “The poor dear is suffering, Dr. Connors. Perhaps when she has a husband, he will be able to help keep this under control. But until then, what choice does she have?”
“I know, and I am trying to be sympathetic to her plight, but my hand grows weary,” Dr. Connors complained.
“You should see about getting one of those machines that Dr. Benson has over in Linville,” Nancy suggested. “My cousin is a nurse there and she says that the machine has been a Godsend!”
“A machine? Perhaps I need to investigate a bit,” he mused. “In the meantime, I’d best get in there and see what I can do about poor Miss Martin’s hysteria.”
Valeria Martin was a lovely young woman with the bluest eyes and long, red waves of hair. So, Dr. Connors had to admit to himself that it was no hardship having to help her out. Still, she was so prim and proper that it took her forever to relax while his hand stimulated her private area to release her female semen. And, one time, she screamed so loudly upon release, that she frightened the patrons of the pharmacy in the front of the building. But she was always so grateful for his service that he couldn’t be cross with her. After all, it wasn’t her fault that she had such frequent bouts of hysteria. With no husband to provide her with the means for proper release, these visits to his office were her only recourse.
When he opened the door to the patient room, Valeria seemed very out of sorts, and more than a little embarrassed.
“Good afternoon, Miss Martin. It’s nice to see you again, your malady aside. I hope you are otherwise well,” Dr. Connors said in his kind, but professional manner.
“Good afternoon, Dr. Connors,” Valeria answered. “I’m so sorry to be here again so soon. But I was working in the library and was distracted by a book someone left on the counter called The Nunnery Tales. I couldn’t stop reading about how the priest punishes the young novice by thrusting into her. The more I read, the more flustered I became, but I couldn’t put it down. Then, I felt the swelling in my nether region again, and I knew I’d better rush right over here.”
“I see,” the doctor said. “Perhaps you should bring that book to me for safekeeping, so it doesn’t tempt you further.”
“Yes, of course. That’s exactly what I will do,” Valeria agreed. “But please, I need you to treat me now. I’m having the headmaster of the school and his wife over for dinner this evening. I’m terrified that I might say or do something untoward in my current state that would embarrass everyone.”
“Yes, of course, Miss Martin. Now, I want you to lie on my examination table, lift your skirts for me, and I will remove your underclothes for you,” Dr. Connors said.
“Yes, of course, doctor,” she answered shyly.
He felt a little impatient. After all, this was hardly the first time she’d been here for treatment and she should know the routine by now. However, he tried to imagine the frustration and embarrassment she must feel in her condition, so he did his best to show compassion.
“Now then, Miss Martin, please spread your legs for me so that I can begin treatment. But before I do, I’d like to suggest that you close your eyes and pretend that I’m not even here. Imagine yourself floating somewhere while I massage you in your most delicate area,” he told her.
Valeria closed her eyes. But instead of floating, she was imagining that she was the young novice, Emilie, from The Nunnery Tales, and that she was being stimulated by the priest. He rubbed while she panted for the better part of a half-hour before she screamed, and the gush of liquid provided her with relief.
“Well, that was a lally-cooler, Miss Martin! That took about half the amount of time it usually does. I think the idea to use imagery worked quite well, don’t you?” the doctor said, pleased with himself for finding a way to shorten the treatment and not have his hand cramp so badly.
Valeria blushed. She didn’t dare tell him that what she envisioned was not anywhere close to what he suggested. But she thanked him for his help, and she put her bloomers back on, before scurrying back to the library. Once there, she continued to re-shelve the books that had been returned that morning and spotted The Nunnery Tales on the counter. Soon, it was in her hands again. She looked around to see if anyone was watching her. When it was apparent that she was alone, she slipped the book under her skirts into the waistband of her bloomers. She felt her face go hot. But she had no intentions of stealing the book. She would merely borrow it for an extended amount of time.
While Valeria finished her workday, Dr. Connors took his horse-drawn wagon to Linville to see Dr. Benson’s steam-powered contraption. Nancy had assured him that her cousin said the treatment of hysteria took less than fifteen minutes typically and that the doctor did not need to use his hand.
“Well, hello, Dr. Connors, I’m Victor Benson. Please, come into my office and have some tea,” Dr. Benson said, welcoming his colleague.
“Please, call me Dick, and I appreciate you allowing me to come and look at your vibration machine,” he answered.
“My pleasure, Dick,” Victor said. “It’s been a wonderful addition, although my unmarried female patients have to come here to receive treatment as it isn’t practical for me to cart it all over town.”
“Yes, well I can ask the pharmacy about giving me extra space should I decide to purchase one of these machines for my practice,” Dick explained.
“Would you like to observe the machine in action? I have a patient due to arrive in about fifteen minutes. You could view the treatment firsthand,” Victor suggested.
“What luck! My timing is perfect. That would be marvelous!” Dick said enthusiastically.
“Let me show you the machine before Miss Dorchester arrives. You will be amazed at how sophisticated it is!” Victor said as he showed Dick into the next room.
Dick Connors was, indeed, amazed. He’d never seen such a thing. With its steam-powered motor and gears, it was quite an impressive contraption. But when you added the vulcanized rubber phallus on the metal rod, it was quite possibly the cleverest invention he’d ever seen.
“It’s called the Manipulator,” Victor said, noticing how impressed Dick was. “it was invented by a doctor named George Taylor. I can’t imagine running my practice without it now.”
“And it really works?” Dick asked. “You really don’t have to use your hands?”
Victor laughed, “I have to admit, I never minded using my hands, if you know what I mean. But it cuts down the time of treatment considerably.”
Dick chuckled, “Well, if I’m being honest, I don’t mind using my hands either, but sometimes it takes close to an hour or more. Where can I locate one of these for purchase?”
“The mercantile in Westwood had two more like this one when I purchased it. They have a large supply of medical devices there since it’s an actual city. I suppose you could try there,” Victor suggested. “I believe I just heard Miss Dorchester arrive. Let me get her situated and then you can observe the treatment.”
Moments later, Miss Dorchester was laying on a table with her skirts pulled up, her bloomers removed, and her legs spread apart. Dr. Benson positioned the phallus so that, when he turned the machine on, it would piston in and out of her engorged vagina.
Both doctors watched as Miss Dorchester became flush from panting and writhing on the table. Her moans were indescribable, and Dr. Connors felt a twitch in his member while he witnessed the incredibly powerful release of liquid as she screamed, “Oh, God, yes!”
Miss Dorchester was shaking and nearly crying, “Thank you, doctor! I feel so much better. Your machine is like a miracle. The relief was much swifter and complete this time. More so than ever before. I may be able to go longer between treatments.”
“Well, if that doesn’t beat the Dutch!” Dick said, very enthralled with the device. “Thank you, Victor, for such an impressive demonstration!”
“You’re most welcome,” Victor replied.
Upon leaving Linville, Dick Connors turned his carriage west, instead of east, and headed to Westwood.
Meanwhile, Valeria Martin was struggling to not touch herself while she felt her bloomers go damp and her labia swelled. She told herself to put the book down, but it was impossible to stop reading. There was so much deviant sexual activity in this book! Things that proper, God-fearing people shouldn’t be doing in a book called The Nunnery Tales. It was set in a convent, for goodness sakes!