Sonntag, 2. März 2014

Granddaughter's Treatment

Written by oolala
"My granddaughter is a troubled young lady," Josiah explained, sighing heavily, and handing the gentleman a glass of port. "She's been nothing but heartache for me since she came to live here after the accident. I had told my daughter-in-law, Victoria, that sending Rachel to college would be a terrible mistake. It's tragic that she and my Henry died so young, but it has allowed me to intercede and prevent Rachel from going abroad as her mother had planned."

"It sounds like you have had a very difficult time with her," Conrad replied, gravely. "I appreciate you taking the time to warn me."

"Not at all. I couldn't in good conscience let a fine young gentleman like yourself be led astray. Oh, Rachel can be very charming, very demure when she tries, but it is not her nature. She must work very hard at being so, and I shudder to think how your good nature would be offended when you discovered what she is truly like."

"Forgive my boldness, but is it possible her behavior is a symptom of her age? My sister is also young, and quite precocious. It happens when these girls are given too much worldly experience and education. I blame their tutors, myself."

"Oh, it's possible, but I fear it isn't something that age will tame. Her misbehavior is of a sexual nature." Josiah scowled, "Her sex is always aroused and she can hardly refrain from touching it or rubbing it against things. She is oversexed, and prone to fits of hysteria."

"How are you treating her? I have a doctor friend I went to school with who's made great strides in treating hysteria and problems of this nature."

"I have developed a sufficient method myself, in an effort to retrain her to be more ladylike. I cannot lie, Conrad, I fear she may never recover. At this stage, she treats it more like a game, and the more I punish her, the more she seems to spoil for it."

Conrad sighed, setting down his glass, and sliding his finger around its rim, thoughtfully. "I sincerely appreciate your frankness, Josiah. Though I'm sure it need not be said, I assure you that I will not repeat a word of this to anyone. Troubled or not, the young lady's reputation must not suffer. She is already eighteen, and if she remains unmarried much longer..." He trailed off with a sigh. "If there is anything I can do to assist you, you need only send word."

"As you say, it need not be said. Yet, I am grateful for your doing so. You are a true friend, Conrad. I will certainly let you know if anything changes. She is, as you say, young still, and may blossom into a perfect lady." It was plain from his expression that Josiah had grave doubts.

"Nevertheless, old friend, I would appreciate word of her progress, or lack thereof. My doctor friend has made a study of these conditions, and would benefit from any news. Few people are willing to discuss these issues, as they are of such a sensitive nature. Naturally, we would keep her identity in strictest confidence."

"Naturally. I will keep that in mind. I have been documenting my methods so far, and I will continue to do so. In the interest of science and progress."

After Conrad had been shown out, Josiah poured himself another drink. He considered his own impotence a sign of success, rather than a sign of age. Though an older gentleman, Josiah stood rigidly straight, a full six feet. He believed in a strict diet and regular exercise to retain a good constitution, and he was not the kind of man to give in to his baser instincts. He believe wholeheartedly in the rational mind, the human intellect. He would not be reduced to low class inhibitions and over-sexing.

His granddaughter, Rachel, was entirely the opposite. During dinner, she would rock her hips along the raised contours of the wooden dining chairs, stimulating her genitals and sometimes bringing herself to orgasm. Her face would flush, and beads of sweat would break on her brow and at her breast. Josiah had no tolerance for such weaknesses of character. Her inability to control herself and her desires infuriated him. At first, he simply beat her, lashing the back of her legs and behind. He began researching her outbursts, and discovered that there were other therapies for her ailment.

He tried to prevent her from touching herself by fitting her with a chastity belt, but she was able to rub her clitoris against it and achieve orgasm. He constructed a special cage for her sex, one that permitted him to monitor it but prevented her from touching or stimulating himself. It enraged him that his inspection of her seemed to provoke arousal. She became moist, and squirmed, as if desperately trying to relieve herself. After a time, she sighed happily and relaxed - it seemed, against all logic, that she had somehow achieved climax without any physical stimulation at all.

He became obsessed with curing her of her affliction. She was bound at night, upon her back with her legs pulled apart, and her wrists bound above her head, restrained in an iron device that allowed for some movement, and did not impede the flow of blood to her hands or legs. In this way, she could not press her thighs together and stimulate herself, nor could she press her hips against the bed. As a result, she expressed great difficulty sleeping, and would often wake up, tormented, in the middle of the night, desperately writhing and thrashing in the bedclothes. Josiah considered this treatment successful, until one morning she roused with sticky fluid around her sex and on dripping onto the bed. She had somehow climaxed in her sleep. She confessed she had suffered dreams of a salacious nature.

Josiah conducted intimate examinations of her genitals in an effort to identify what caused her such distress. He had heard of barbaric procedures that removed the clitoris and ovaries, but he was morally opposed to such violations of the human body. He also believed that to allow such a practice was to suggest that human beings were incapable of controlling themselves and their urges. He found such a conclusion unacceptable and, in his own experience, false. He refused to harm his granddaughter's body, under any circumstances. If it meant that she would remain unmarried, restrained and punished for her inability to control her sexuality, he would ensure that a trust be created upon his death to maintain her care.

Though his methods were unusual, Rachel did not reproach him for them. Rather, she adored her grandfather, and found his attempts to curb her passions humorous and exciting. At times, when he expressed great despair at his inability to cure her, she would weep and throw herself at him, flinging her arms about his neck, and kissing his face, as she had done as a small child. He would sigh, defeated, and embrace her tightly. Though he blamed her mother for corrupting her and his son, he could not blame this girl, an innocent turned wicked by the primitive behavior of the woman who had borne her.

Now in her mid twenties, Rachel was still sexually insatiable. Her hunger was endless. Josiah had read that by stimulating a woman and bringing her to climax, he could calm her. It was a compromise, but one he felt he must make. Rachel had to be presentable, and if he prevented her from climaxing entirely, he realized that she could never be in polite company. He developed a treatment which involved several steps.

If Rachel tried to masturbate, she was stripped naked, and doused in icy cold water. Shivering and soaked, she would then be restrained on her bed, with her bottom in the air, her legs pulled apart. He would flog her without mercy, her back, her bottom and her sex. Her sex would be red and swollen by the end of it, but slicker than ever with arousal. He attributed this to fear, but later realized this treatment did not resolve anything for long, instead Rachel would be more uncomfortable and impossible than before.

Josiah was exasperated. After one particularly ugly tantrum in which she threw a dish, he took her by the arm, twisting it cruelly, into his study, where he tied her securely to his easy chair. He pulled up her skirts and revealed her soaked and swollen sex. She sobbed angrily as he got the flogger. He hit her thighs and sex, while arousal liquid pooled on the leather beneath her bottom. She was twisting against her binds, and thrusting her hips towards him. Winded by his efforts, he stopped, sitting defeatedly upon the foot rest between her legs. He stared silently at her sex, his opponent in this battle for Rachel's mind and maidenhood.

He reached out his fingers, long and thick with wiry gray hair between each knuckle. He experimentally touched the inner lips of her sex, and she jumped. He touched her clitoris, the little nub straining against his finger tip. Sticky fluid slicked his fingers. He ran his fingers slowly down to the tiny opening of her womb, then pushed his index finger inside. It was warm and soft, and he felt it grasping and pulling his finger. He quickly pulled his hand away, and trembling, reached for his handkerchief to scrub away the offending wetness that coated his fingers. Rachel sobbed softly, no longer straining against her bonds.

"Please," She whispered. "Please don't stop, I need it."

Josiah stared at her, and slowly reached a shaking hand forward again. He slide two fingers inside of her, and she arched, pushing against him as much as she could, her tunnel pulsing powerfully against his fingers, squeezing them tightly inside of her. He pushed them deeper inside, feeling inside her for whatever might be causing her an affliction. He felt a slightly raised spot at the top of her entrance, and pushed the pads of his fingertips along it, causing Rachel to inhale sharply, and moan between clenched teeth.

He rubbed faster, pushing firmly against it, and as whitish fluid gushed from her opening, a clear watery fluid spurted from near her clitoris. Amazed, Josiah moved his finger faster, pressing firmly then releasing, and over again. Again, the fluid from inside her came out, and again, a clear stream of fluid spurted from near her clitoris. Rachel was moaning and shaking. He pulled his fingers from her and stared at his shaking hand, sticky with her juices.

Rachel was flushed and exhausted. Her eyes fluttered, and her body relaxed. Josiah held his breath. Rachel, despite her bonds, fell into a deep sleep. He gently untied her and attempted to wake her, and she sleepily smiled at him, before once again falling asleep. He was amazed. He rearranged her skirts and lifted her gently from the chair, carrying her to her bed, where he sat, watching her sleep. She did not shift or wake. Her sleep was peaceful and long.

The next day, she was pleasant and kind, a considerate and empathetic young lady. He was amazed at her transformation. After he caught her attempting to touch herself again, he had her restrained once more at night. Within the week, she had thrown another tantrum, once of her worst, and he had once again pulled her into his study. He stared coldly at her as she pouted furiously, slumped down in his easy chair. He roughly restrained her, and pushed up her skirts, revealing her engorged sex, glistening with arousal. Without a word, he retrieved the flogger and beat her. This time, however, after he was done with her punishment, he turned the flogger around, the leather braided handle had given him an idea. He slid it along her opening, and up again. Her clitoris throbbed and she moaned wantonly. He pushed it inside of her and she gasped, arching, her entire body tensing. He thrust it in, angled against the upper wall of her tunnel, and out again. She emitted tiny moans, her body shaking and spasming.

When he stopped, she had once again fallen into a deep and contented sleep. Once again, she was of a charming and feminine disposition. The following days were full of pleasure for both of them. They discussed literature and strolled together in the garden.

"The female mind," he wrote in his diary, "is weakened by sexual need. It is insatiable, unable to think or reason unless it is sufficiently sated, and it is my opinion that no man can satisfy a woman for very long. She requires a superhuman constitution, capable of producing and maintaining an erection for so long as to bring her to climaxes so numerous, they cannot be quantified. How can such an unfortunate physical characteristic be explained? It is only for God to say. As a mortal man, I can only find treatments, no cure."

Rachel continued in her pattern - arousal and need followed by a temper so vile it offended even the most seasoned housemaid. It was only with regular treatments at Josiah's hands that calmed her. As time went on, he realized that her treatments were slowly growing more frequent, and his arthritis more painful. He wrote to his friend and Rachel's one-time suitor, Conrad. In his letter, Josiah explained the situation, his treatment, and his new obstacle. No letter of reply came. Instead, some weeks later, a large wooden crate arrived.

Josiah had the crate moved into his study, and locked the door to open it himself. Inside it was a reclining chair with iron restraints, similar to the type he used to keep Rachel immobile at night. In a smaller box was an odd object, not immediately identifiable. A letter was folded underneath it, and he detached it.

"My dear old friend," Conrad wrote, "It saddens me to hear of your continued struggles with sweet Rachel's affliction. I am intrigued by your ideas for treatment of what is clearly a hysteria, or a distemper of the mind. As you are aware, I have made this particular malady a special study of mine. Though my colleagues would no doubt recommend some sort of barbaric treatment, involving the removal of clitoris or ovaries, I have instead found great results, as have you, from vaginal massage. I have also discovered, as have you, that over time, it becomes increasingly difficult to sustain treatment manually. One of my colleagues has developed an ingenious tool that will no doubt improve such treatment. I have included a diagram for use, as well as a variety of attachments for you to try."

Josiah looked down, and saw a long, rectangular chest. He opened it and found several phalluses, all of which looked as if they could be fastened to something, neatly settled in their own places within the box. The second page of the letter contained a diagram on how to affix the phalluses to the tool and how to use the tool. Josiah fiddled with the machine until he got it working. It emitted a powerful vibration. When a phallus was attached to it, the vibration surged along it. He used a small phallus and had Rachel summoned to his study.

Rachel's eyes widened when she saw the chair, and she trembled with fear. Josiah turned towards her, sternly.

"Sit down, Rachel."

"I ... I would prefer not to."

"I will have to summon someone to assist me if you will not sit down willingly. I have received a letter from Conrad detailing an advanced treatment for your condition, and if you will please oblige me, we will see if it is effective."

Reluctantly, Rachel walked towards the chair, but then turned and fled. Josiah calmly placed the tool in the drawer of his desk, locking it inside, then summoned the housekeeper. Explaining that Rachel was being particularly difficult regarding her new treatment, he asked if she could send up her son. Her son was a rough, burly man, who shoveled coal in the cellar. He came into the study looking puzzled, wiping his sooty hands on a handkerchief.

"I apologize, but I do not recall your name."

"M'name's Luke, sir."

"Luke, thank you for agreeing to help me. My granddaughter is ill and I need to restrain her in order to administer treatment. Please assist me in securing her into this chair." He gestured to the horrible chair and its iron restraints that sat on the floor, still surrounded by packing material.

"Aye, sir."

Rachel had fled upstairs to the attic, and was hiding behind several locked trunks. A large, handsome man climbed up the ladder and peered compassionately at her.

"Are you Miss Rachel?" He asked softly.

"Who are you?" She demanded.

"I'm Luke. I shovel coal in the cellar. Me mam's Mrs. Emmett."

Rachel sniffed.

"Why don't you come down and have a cup o'tea? Me mam will fix you up some lunch to eat. Maybe a bit of bread and some cheese?"

Rachel stared, wide eyed. Such food was forbidden by her grandfather. He insisted on bland, cold food, convinced that her sexual appetite was directly related to hot foods.

"Come on, lass. I can see yer hungry. Ye look like ye haven't had a good meal in years." He held out a large hand, and she slowly crawled over towards him. He gently took her hand and helped her back down the ladder. When her foot missed a rung, he grabbed her waist firmly and waited until she was ready to continue.

When they reached the ground floor, Rachel turned toward the kitchen, but Luke paused, then grabbed her arm before she could flee. Her bosom heaved against the constraints of her corset, and she sobbed like a child against Luke's unflinching grasp.

"I'm sorry, Miss, but you need your treatment." He looked genuinely sorry.

Small fists flailed against his wide chest, and he easily secured them behind her, and half carried her to the study.

"Ah, thank you, Luke. Please help me secure her." Josiah stared coldly at his granddaughter.

Luke set the young woman into the chair, and helped Josiah secure the iron shackles around her wrists and feet. There were other shackles for her waist and thighs, but Josiah dismissed him with a curt nod.

"Rachel, you must trust me. You know I only want to help you."

Rachel flailed ineffectively against her bonds, sobbing quietly, knowing she was defeated. Josiah caressed her tear-stained cheek.

"Sweet girl, I just want to make you well again." He took a pair of large sheers, and began to cut away her clothing as her crying started anew. Naked, he affixed the remaining shackles to her waist and thighs. The chair permitted him to control how far apart her legs were by turning a wheel. He could also adjust their height. He positioned her legs so that her thighs were almost at a ninety degree angle, and let legs bend at the knee, her lower legs and feet supported by long metal slats. He turned the dial so that her legs were slowly spread apart.

"Conrad has sent me a new tool to use. It should assist in your treatment."

Grandpapa, no," Rachel whimpered. "Please,"

"You seemed to look forward to our previous treatments. Do not let this device frighten you, my dear, I have tested it, and it will not hurt you," he sighed, he didn't know if that was true. The vibrations didn't seem like they would harm her, but he proceeded on faith, not proof.

He took the tool from his desk, the small phallus attached to it. The phallus was entirely smooth and made of rubber. He slid the phallus slowly inside Rachel's wet, grasping tunnel. She moaned and twisted against her restraints. He pulled the phallus out, gently, then slid it in again. He kept doing this slowly, until Rachel was moaning loudly, and begging for release.

He pulled the device from her and turned it on, knowing to keep a firm grip at its base. It jumped and hummed, vibrating powerfully. The rubber phallus buzzed and he slid it inside of her. She screamed and jerked back. Alarmed, he pulled the device out of her, a torrent of moisture coming with it, clear liquid spurting from near her clitoris, soaking his lips and beard. Before realizing what he had done, he licked his lips and the smell of sex hit his nostrils. He felt his long dormant member twitch against his leg, and despite Rachel's pleas, he plunged the device inside of her again, to the hilt, holding it fast inside as she writhed wildly. Her back arched, her entire body went rigid, then relaxed, then went rigid again, as he kept the device firmly inside her sex. Wetness pooled below her, and his cock throbbed, harder than it had been in years.

Rachel could no longer speak words, simply squealing and moaning, writhing uncontrollably as the device buzzed powerfully within her. Finally, Josiah turned it off, and let it slide out of her ravaged tunnel. His penis was hard and thick, throbbing with need, and before he could think, he had released it from his pants, and thrust it deep inside of her. Far thicker than the attachment, it stretched Rachel's tunnel, and she cried out again, begging to be fucked.

Josiah gripped the chair and fucked her, thrusting his hard, thick cock deep inside of her again and again. Rachel writhed against him, her hips pushing against him chaotically, sometimes against his thrusts, other times, away. He grabbed her hips hard, digging his fingers into them to keep them still, and fucked her mercilessly, his tool hot and throbbing. Her sex was soft and warm, and so slick with desire. He felt her tightening around his shaft with her climax, and his eyes rolled back in ecstasy. He plunged his cock into her faster, the head of his member rubbing against the roof of her tunnel, making him harder and making her beg for it in some wordless language of sounds and moans.

He felt his balls tighten up and spasm, hot seed spurting deep inside of her, and he collapsed, shaking, on top of her prone, sweat drenched body.


I cannot thank you enough for your assistance with Rachel's condition; I found your devise very useful in treating her. I am writing to you for another reason, however. I am ashamed to say that the stress of managing Rachel's illness has taken a terrible toll on me both physically and mentally. I am no longer capable of making sound decisions about her well-being. My mind has been clouded by emotion and weakened by lust. I did not intend to be so frank in this letter, but I feel I must confide in you. I fear for my granddaughter, and I do not know how she will survive after my passing. I must risk your contempt if it means salvaging her welfare.

I have had my lawyer draw up legal documents outlining my wishes for Rachel's care, as well as certification of her mental state. As you are a doctor, I trust you will review these documents and give me your opinion. You will also notice that I am requesting that you be entrusted with Rachel's well-being as well as with my estate after my passing. I have thought long and hard about who I can entrust her care to. I believe that there are people who would take advantage of her condition for their own perverse desires, and those who would be too lenient with her, which would make her condition far worse. Please Conrad, put my mind at rest and say you'll accept.

I realize that in asking this of you I am asking that you neglect your own pursuits, professionally and personally. I selfishly wish that you possess the moral fortitude and wit to resolve Rachel's condition where I have failed, and become her husband as you once intended. I do not presume to meddle in your affairs, Conrad, and I entirely understand and respect if you have other plans. Naturally, caring for Rachel will be a challenge, but in giving you control of my estate, I should hope you will see it as a means to court society ladies befitting a man of your station.

Please send word as soon as you can.




Conrad hastily set the letter aside and opened the large folder beneath it. Inside were indeed legal documents outlining precisely what Josiah had mentioned in his letter. Additionally, the household expenses were neatly outlined, and a substantial allowance would be awarded to him in order to pay all expenses and see to Rachel's comfort. He noted that a significant amount remained after expenses. Conrad set the folder down, and poured himself a drink, his hand shaking slightly as he did so.

Thoughts flashed through his mind; he had scarcely dared to imagine what Josiah would do with that chair, though he knew all too well. Imagining the implications of Josiah's "mind ... weakened by lust," intrigued and aroused him. His penis grew stiffer in his pants, and he let his fingers brush against it through his trousers absently. Unbidden, he imagined Rachel nude, strapped into the chair, and forced to endure treatments to resolve her hysteria. His penis throbbed, straining to be released. He had hardly believed that Josiah would accept, much less use, the chair. Now that Josiah was entrusting Rachel's care and his entire estate to him, the potential for treatments were limitless. Conrad's entire body trembled with the thought.

He had been eager to experiment with the condition that had intrigued him since he had first studied it at University. That Rachel suffered from an incurable form of hysteria and was considered an invalid, he would have complete power to try anything, once he signed the documents in that folder. He rested his chin in his palm and took a deep breath. He sat down at his writing desk and pulled out his stationary.

Dear Josiah,

I am writing immediately to let you know that after giving your proposal serious thought, I am accepting. Enclosed you shall find all of the signed documents.

- C

Conrad addressed and mailed the package immediately, then returned to his small apartment to ponder. He paced for many minutes before he eagerly snatched a scrap of paper and began sketching madly. By the time he had finished, his eyes were red with fatigue, his hands stained with ink, and the clock tower had chimed four.


Josiah's mind was immediately put at rest. Though Rachel's episodes had grown from increasing frequency to an unbearable constant, he knew at once in reading Conrad's letter that all would soon be put right. Josiah had refused contact with Rachel after her last treatment. So terrified was he of her and his own lust that he ordered her unrestrained except at night and handled by the household staff as usual, and she was not to touch or pleasure herself in anyway, or she would be whipped. Josiah himself remained locked up fast in his study with that awful chair, a constant and pervasive reminder of his weakness and moral failure.

He learned from the maids that Rachel's bed sheets were stained red the following month, as usual, and he fell to his knees to thank God for his mercy. Conrad wrote again to inform Josiah that he would arrive as soon as he could leave London. In the meantime, mysterious packages began to arrive at the house. Josiah did not dare to open any of them, but instead had a wing of the house aired and made ready, per Conrad's instructions, and all of the packages delivered there.

When Conrad finally arrived, he found the old man beside himself.

"My old friend, thank God you are finally here," The gentleman said, taking Conrad's firm hand in his thin and shaking one.

"My God, Josiah, you look haunted."

"I did not dare tell you in my letter, though I am sure you understood," Josiah turned away to pour two whiskeys for them. He squared his now thin shoulders. "I have failed her in every way - I have betrayed her and broken the laws of God. I should have turned her over to a hospital long ago, but I ... I couldn't bear the idea of it. I couldn't -"

"Sit down, sit down," Conrad led the shaking man to a chair and pushed him into it. "You did the right thing, I'm sure of it. We both know the inhumanities that occur in hospitals. She would never have been cured - she would probably have died, and never been treated, abused at the hands of a mongoloid, butchered or worse." He looked over to see Josiah had turned white at the thought. "Please believe me, Josiah, I have seen the insides of those places. The smell alone would make any man certain you have made the right choice."

"I cannot live with myself, Conrad. I know what you say is true, but it cannot excuse my own... my own sins."

"Josiah, I can only tell you that you are a man, a mortal man. I agree that as her grandfather, you are too emotionally involved. However, you are also a man, and as a man, you have the same weaknesses that befall any man." He raised his hand to stop the old man from interrupting. "You are a noble inspiration to the rest of us; your ability to control the primal impulses that rule the wild savages - truly, you have lived a life anyone would be envious of, a life free of the vices that seduce most men. Even now, you have refused to let a moment of weakness drag you down - I was told you haven't seen Rachel since it happened?"

"That's is correct." Josiah sighed wearily.

"Then truly you are a better man! To give in to such a temptation but then never repeat it? Josiah, do you not see?" Conrad knelt before his friend. "Your mental strength is staggering. Any other man would see it as reason to continue such abuses."

"I am not such a man!" Roared Josiah hoarsely, his fist clenched.

"No, sir, you are not. You are not most men. You are a noble and wise gentleman, a man truly worthy of his title and status. I am honored to accept your request and assume the role of guardian over Rachel. I promise you, she will be in good hands. You have made the right decision - one I don't know any other man would make. I fear too many men would be poisoned with lust."

Josiah sat back in his chair, looking small and feeble for the first time in his life. The weight of the past few weeks weighed heavily on him, even now. Conrad watched his friend worriedly.

"You must not torment yourself, Josiah. Allow me to prescribe something for your nerves." Conrad lifted his black bag, rattling with pills and potions, but Josiah shook his head.

"No, no. What sort of man would I be if I allowed myself the comfort of drugs?"


Conrad had enlisted the assistance of a housemaid, Emily. Emily was a simple woman of uncertain age, with homely features. She was heavy set with the broad features of common women. Her hands were thick and rough with callouses. She was solidly built, somewhat heavy set, with the large breasts telling of a primitive and salacious nature. He instructed Emily how to prepare Rachel for her treatments, and when he entered the East wing where his rooms had been prepared, his heart raced.

Rachel was no match for Emily. The large woman was frighteningly strong, and easily restrained Rachel and removed her clothing. Despite Rachel's yells and thrashing, Emily was unmoved. She had secured Rachel into a strange contraption. It was unremarkable, a padded white leather piece that looked rather like a pommel horse without the handles. Instead, it was a bit wider with attachments for securing hands, feet, and waist. Rachel was fastened against it on her back, with her legs bent under her at the knee. She was lewdly spread open so that her sex was visible and raised. Her breasts shook with her rapid breathing. Emily had neglected to blindfold her, as Conrad had requested, but he realized now that he preferred for Rachel to see.

"Emily," he said sternly. "Gag her and secure her head."

Emily silently nodded and rushed to secure the gag, which wrapped entirely around Rachel's head and secured firmly to the pommel. Rachel's eyes widened with fear, and she protested uselessly against the gag. She was now barely able to move her head, and the rest of her was securely restrained. Her strongest thrashing only made the entire contraption wiggle slightly. Conrad approached and wheeled a metal tray over. He paused to peruse from the array of tools and devices Emily had neatly arranged. Rachel's eyes darted between Conrad and the tray, panic rising.

He calmly selected a small speculum, and sat down on a small stool between Rachel's legs. He coldly spread the lips of her labia open with his fingers, feeling lightly for lubricant. Fear had replaced arousal, and Rachel was not as lubricated as Conrad would like. He gently tried to slide a finger into the tight opening of her sex, applying gentle pressure, but she tightened involuntarily. She squirmed ineffectually and he slapped the inside of her thigh sharply with his open palm.

"We'll have none of that, thank you." He said firmly. He paused, and put down the speculum.

"Emily," He called. "Bring me the injection needle." The oafish woman shuffled into the next room and could be heard rummaging through his supplies. She returned with a thick steel cylinder. It had a strange handle on one end - what appeared to be finger holes, and a thick tip with a hole at the other end.

"Ah, perfect. Thank you." Conrad took the syringe and turned away from Rachel. He opened a jar of a thick, oily looking fluid, and dipped the tip of the syringe into it. He pulled the handle about half way, filling the syringe with it. He pushed the handle down slightly, so that a drop of amber liquid fattened and fell. He turned back to Rachel and lifted the syringe. He picked up a small metal device that spread the labia apart when the wheel was turned. Rachel felt the lips of her sex slowly spread apart, and saw Conrad lift the absurdly large metal syringe above her genitals. She felt the cold tip slide into her tightened sex, and felt the cold lubricant shoot deep inside of her, filling her tunnel. She felt some of it ooze out of her, and Conrad roughly spread it over her sex. She squeezed her eyes shut, terrified of what he would do next.

Conrad once again tried to slide a small finger into her opening, but she tightened against the intrusion. He scowled, and turned quickly to pick up a case. He opened it and perused from a set of long metal rods, smooth and rounded on each end. They ranged in size from 5/8ths of an inch to a far heftier 8 1/2 inches in diameter. Conrad selected the smallest of them and slid it from the top of Rachel's sex, over and around her clitoris down to the narrow opening of her tunnel. He slowly slid it inside of her, and watched her clench around it. His penis jumped to see it. He slid the dilator out and back in, shallowly thrusting it. Rachel's nipples were stiffening and her breasts heaved with each breath. The lubricant he had injected into her made the rod slick. He withdrew it and selected the next one, sliding it slowly in and out of her, never deeper than two inches. He withdrew it and selected the next one, watching her tiny opening spasm and grasp, his penis throbbing.

The next dilator was about the size of his index finger, and he slid it easily, but slowly, into her, thrusting it in and out. Rachel moaned against her gag, and tried to push her hips out, but her bonds prevented her. Conrad withdrew the dilator and selected one that was several sizes larger, about four inches in diameter. He pushed it less slowly inside of her and she shuddered. He thrust it more firmly in and out of her opening, angling it so that the rounded tip would rub against the roof of her tunnel. Rachel's breasts heaved and she moaned loudly. Emily stared, transfixed, shifting and fidgeting from the corner.

Abruptly, Conrad withdrew the dilator, and selected the speculum. He slid it slowly and gently into her opening, and slowly turned the wheel to widen her entrance. Rachel's cries of discomfort were muffled by her gag, and Conrad ignored them. He selected a long and narrow phallus with an electrical cord, and slid it into her slowly, making an effort not to touch the walls of her entrance or the metal speculum. He turned a switch on a box on the floor, and Rachel shrieked. The thin phallus had begun vibrating inside of her, and she let loose an incomprehensible string of moans and sobs.

"Emily. Emily!" Conrad saw that his assistant had been unconsciously pushing her fat hand against her own sex as she watched Rachel's treatment. "Fetch me the egg, please." Conrad glared at her as she hurried into the next room and returned with a small metal egg, also with an electrical cord.

"Come here. Put the tip of it right there," Conrad pointed to Rachel's clitoris. "Firmly hold it against that spot and turn it on."

Emily did as she was told and Rachel's back arched, her eyes rolling back in her head. The slow but steady vibration of the slim vibrator inside of her combined with the electric jolt of vibration directly applied to her clitoris was too much. Her body rolled uncontrollably with her orgasm. Conrad's penis throbbed insistently, straining against his trousers. He abruptly switched off and removed the egg and phallus.

"Emily. Go into the other room." Emily obeyed. Rachel lay writhing upon the pommel, her sex twitching around the speculum. Oil mixed with her own lubricant was pooling below her, and slowly dripping out of her opening. Conrad's erection was almost painful. He gently turned the wheel and widened Rachel's opening slowly. She moaned and arched, trying to turn her head. Conrad stood straight and walked out of the room without a second look back. Rachel remained, squirming.

Conrad shut the door behind him and stared at Emily, who was twisting her fat fingers together. There was a large leather dentist's chair covered in a sheet in the middle of the room. Conrad pulled the sheet off with a snap and let it fall to the floor.

"Disrobe and sit down." He went over to his desk and pulled on a pair of gloves. Emily slowly took off her clothing, folding them as she removed each piece. She was not moving quickly enough, and Conrad began to forcefully remove her clothing, pulling and yanking, making cords and buttons bite cruelly into her flesh. "Sit down, please." Emily sat down gingerly on the edge of the chair, and slid her large bottom back against the seat, swinging her thick legs up onto the foot rest.

Conrad pressed the pedal and raised her quickly. "Lay back, please." Emily hesitated.

Conrad reached out and gripped her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting slightly, then pushed her shoulders back as she yelped in pain. He pulled a leather strap around her waist and buckled it, smoothly buckling her wrists in place as well, then her ankles. Emily looked on with a mixture of curiosity and fear.

"Please, Doctor, I don't understand," she pleaded. Conrad didn't answer her. Instead, he was lifting a long device out of a wooden chest. Emily looked over, her heart beating faster. Conrad pushed Emily's legs apart with his knee, and knelt between them. He noted that she was well lubricated already, and inspected her sex with his thumb. He lifted the device before him; it was a long, smooth narrow phallus. The insertable portion was long and slightly curved. Below it was a handle attached to a gauge. He slowly slid it inside of Emily. It entered easily, and she shifted lasciviously, thrusting her hips forward as much as she could with the wide leather strap buckled firmly around her.

"Squeeze." Conrad ordered, watching the gauge.

"W-what?" Emily asked.

"Squeeze," Conrad repeated sternly. Emily tried to squeeze her legs together, but the restraints prevented her. She weakly squeezed around the phallus, and the needle on the gauge quivered. Conrad let go of the device, and it slid wetly from her, clattering onto the floor. Emily gasped.

"Embarrassing and shameful." Conrad said coldly. He tilted the chair back so that she was reclined so far back, her head was tilted towards the floor. He brought a small wooden box over to her, and stared down at her reddening face.

"The Orientals have invented a method for treating your condition." He opened the box, revealing two round metal balls, brightly painted with red and gold. They were a little smaller than chicken eggs. He walked around so that he was once again between her legs, and she felt the cold metal ball being pushed deep inside of her. It was followed by the second, and it hit the first ball gently, making the balls vibrate inside of her. She shuddered and groaned. Conrad quickly undid her restraints.

"Get dressed. If you cannot keep those balls inside of you, I will have you whipped." Conrad said. Shaking, Emily got to her feet, keeping her legs tight together. She slowly put her clothes back on, trembling when she found snapped laces or missing buttons.

Conrad turned away from her and began clearing up his supplies. "You are dismissed. I expect to see you at dinner tonight, Emily."

"Yes, sir." She turned slowly, and went out, closing the door behind her.

Conrad squared his shoulders, his erection aching. He went back into Rachel's room. She was squirming and making small noises against her gag, which was dripping with saliva. He undid the gag, and kissed her passionately, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She hesitated and tried to draw back, but could not. He broke the kiss quickly, and locked the door to the hall. He returned to her, and looked over her bound, naked form, the lust apparent in his eyes. He knelt between her legs, and quickly loosened the speculum, closing it and sliding it gently from her. She let out a long sigh. He selected a long, thick rubber dildo with a strange, crooked handle on the end. He slid it slowly inside of her, deep, so it hit her cervix gently. Lubricant dripped thickly from her.

He held onto the handle and began to turn the thick, ribbed dildo, and Rachel moaned loudly. The thick phallus filled her up, and she gripped it tightly inside of her. Conrad felt the resistance, but turned the dildo faster. Rachel felt it spinning inside of her, rubbing the walls of her tunnel, and massaging her g-spot. Her eyes rolled back in delirious pleasure, feeling the eruption of orgasm beginning. Abruptly, Conrad withdrew the phallus, apparently pleased with the amount of lubricant she had produced. Strings of arousal stuck to the phallus as he pulled it out and set it aside. He unbuttoned his trousers, and released his erection. He thrust it sharply into Rachel, and paused. It throbbed inside of her, and the heat and wetness from her almost made him orgasm. Rachel opened her eyes in shock, and writhed with renewed energy. Conrad slid out slowly, admiring her wetness along his shaft. He pounded into her again, waiting as his erection throbbed hotly. He repeated this agonizingly slow pace, feeling her squeezing him desperately. He closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing. Rachel's moans and writhing made it almost impossible to maintain. He slowly slid himself out of her, and felt his testicles tighten powerfully. His penis expanded and shuddered, hot white seed shooting from its tip over Rachel's pubic mound and onto her belly.

Emily let Conrad lead her into the lavish dining room. Normally fit for dinner parties, Josiah insisted on using it for family dinners as well. Rachel would not be dining with them that evening, and Josiah was clearly surprised at her absence. Conrad smiled charmingly as he steered Emily to a chair and had her sit down. She blushed furiously under Josiah's gaze.

"Rachel is undergoing treatment, and is unfit to attend dinner."

"Unfit! What happened to her? I thought she–" Josiah was silenced as Conrad raised a hand.

"She's quite well, she's simply undergoing an intensive treatment at the moment and is unable to join us. I assure you, you will notice a marked difference in her demeanor when you do see her." He turned to Emily, seated next to him, "Emily is assisting me with Rachel's treatment. She is perfectly suited to the role, and quite obedient. I simply cannot manage her alone, and I require someone who is dispassionate and able to quickly follow instruction; you understand why I could not ask you."

"I — Of course," Josiah said, glancing once more at Emily, who seemed to hunch herself over all the more in an effort to make herself less noticeable. "Well, sit up, girl!" Josiah bellowed. Emily sat, arrow straight, and staring ahead at her plate. Josiah was unaccustomed to girls following his commands, and he wasn't sure he liked it. Rachel would have arched her back, slowly, displaying her small breasts. Emily, however, looked like she was straining to maintain her posture.

Despite her inelegance, Emily was appealing to the eye. Though she lacked Rachel's delicate features and bright eyes, she had a handsome face. Her eyebrows arched very prettily over large, doe-like eyes. Her mouth was full and sensuous, and her breasts were large as her hips were wide. It was probably a godsend that she carried herself with a complete lack of grace, or else a simple switch of her hips would have every man in the household distracted and agitated.

Josiah maintained conversation with Conrad, but he took in how the young man treated the maid. While Emily didn't shift as Rachel had done, she remained flushed and flustered easily if anyone spoke to her.

"I would very much like to see how Rachel's treatment is progressing, being a student myself," Josiah mused near the end of their meal.

"I would love to have you up to my rooms later in the month to see, however, I must warn you that Rachel is in a precarious position at the moment. I believe she manipulated your affection for her and was able to retard her progress these past few years. If she sees you, it may well have an adverse effect on her treatment."

"I suppose you're right."

After dinner, Conrad sent Emily to her room, telling her that he would require her services again in an hour. She nodded, and without a word, walked uncomfortably up the stairs, gripping the metal balls inside of her as tightly as she could. With every step, they gently bumped against each other, sending vibrations through her, and causing her muscles to shudder uncontrollably. When she finally made it to her tiny attic bedroom, she was shaking and her palms were damp. Conrad lingered only a moment to watch her progress before turning and going up to his private wing.

Rachel was nearly unconscious when he found her, and he watched, silently, the room lit only by moonlight, as the machine started up again. She had hardly any voice left, but let out a soft moan as the eggs began throbbing inside of her. Her back arched involuntarily, and as it did, he saw the chair below her was drenched. As the machine wound down, he turned it off with a click.

"Were you able to achieve release?" He asked.

Rachel shook her head, her hips pushing up, almost imperceptibly, with need.

"That's a shame," Conrad replied, and left, closing the door behind him, leaving her with the now dormant eggs deep inside of her. In the adjoining room, he waited for Emily. When she arrived, exactly one hour from when they had parted, he pulled her into the room by her shoulder and shut the door quietly. He had pushed the pommel against the wall, and had set up a simple padded table.


Emily did as she was told, quickly stripping.

"Please have a seat." Conrad glanced over his shoulder at the woman. Emily's physique was grotesque to him; she had big, heavy breasts with little pink nipples that stiffened in the sudden cold, making her breasts tighten and rise up, as if offering themselves out to whomever might be interested. Her waist was narrow, but her hips and buttocks were wide and full. If anything, he thought her legs were her best feature. She had long shapely legs, and small narrow feet. Her hair was pulled up tightly, and her cheeks were pink with embarrassment and fear.

"Lie back. I have a device I would like you to use on Rachel, but it requires some preparation."

Trembling, Emily did as she was told, pushing herself back onto the table and lying down, with her legs together. Conrad pushed them apart firmly, and she didn't dare to pull them back. He gently felt around her sex, swiping two fingers around her inner lips. She shivered, and stared at the ceiling. Satisfied, Conrad slicked his fingers with lubricant, and slid one gently into her tunnel. She gripped him tightly, on instinct, and Conrad slapped her sharply.


She took a deep breath and tried to lie as still as possible. Conrad felt inside her until he grasped the little balls he had asked her to wear, and pulled them out, replacing them inside the little wooden box. He then lifted a leather harness up, and attached a thick black rubber phallus to it, extending a full seven or eight inches. Emily was already shaking her head in fear, but he then turned it around, and attached a more slender, curved phallus to the other side. Emily watched with a mixture of fascination and terror.

Conrad slicked the smaller phallus with lubricant, and gently but firmly slit it inside of her. It was cold and hard in her hot tunnel, and she gripped it instinctively, feeling herself ache with need. Obscenely, the thicker phallus was now jiggling softly from her pelvis, as though she were a man. Emily's stomach did somersaults as Conrad efficiently belted and locked her into the harness with a little key.

"Sit up slowly and carefully. Don't hurt yourself." Conrad held out an arm to help her, and Emily did as she was told. He helped her off of the table, and retrieved her corset.

"Put out your arms."

He proceeded to lace her tightly into it, reaching around once to adjust her breasts so that they nearly overflowed. With every pull of the laces, the large phallus on her harness bounced. A long black cord extended from the harness to a box with switches and dials on it.

"Wait here."

Emily waited as Conrad went into the adjoining room. Rachel was lying with her eyes closed, and breathing deeply. Conrad quietly and gently released her from it, sliding the eggs from her dripping sex. He freed her from her bondage, and gently lifted her into his arms. She was small, a delicate creature, with fine bone structure, small breasts, and large blue eyes. He carried her, sleeping soundly, into the adjoining room where Emily stood waiting, the thick black phallus swaying gamely from her pubis. He laid her upon the padded table and gently secured her arms and legs, pulling her thighs apart, and fastening her ankles to her thighs, so that they were bent at the knee. He adjusted the height of the table, and saw her eyes fluttering. He gestured frantically to Emily, and positioned her so that the phallus was at the entrance to Rachel's vagina. The tip of it was absurdly large, and hit Rachel's clitoris bluntly. Conrad swiftly lubricated it, and guided it in. Rachel's eyes snapped open and she thrashed passionately, but Conrad pushed Emily's hips hard, and saw the phallus sink deep inside Rachel, to the hilt.

Emily stopped, unsure of what to do, and Conrad held her hips and guided her, rocking back and forth so that she fucked Rachel with the dildo. Emily seemed in shock, but when Conrad let go, she kept moving at the same pace. Rachel was staring up at her drunkenly, unsure of what was happening. Conrad stepped over to the box attached to Emily's harness, and paused to watch the women together. Emily's buttocks was firm and shapely, and he saw with pleasure that she was standing on tiptoe to reach the table. Her delicate little feet were arched beautifully. Rachel's feet arched with Emily's every thrust.

Conrad flipped a switch and turned the first dial, watching eagerly. Emily jerked back, pulling out of Rachel, gasping, and Rachel squealed. The outward phallus was visibly vibrating. Emily thrust forward, with vigor, and Rachel arched against her, trying to pull her legs together, and around Emily. Conrad turned the dial up a notch, and he saw Emily's leg shake, as she too felt the vibrations deep inside of her. The insides of her thighs were slick, reflecting the light. She increased her tempo, with every thrust, the dildo inside of her pushed deep into her. Conrad turned the dial up three notches, and adjusted the second dial, the pulse setting. Both women moaned wordlessly, and he could see them thrusting against one another. Emily was reduced to leaning over Rachel and humping against her, like a dog. As each climaxed, sometimes together, sometimes alone, they uttered animal-like howls and whimpers. He turned both dials up, as far as he dared, and Emily collapsed on top of Rachel, kissing and sucking her small breasts, frantically. The tools vibrated powerfully inside both of them, and their hips continued to rock together in manic bursts. Quickly, Conrad shut off the machine, and pulled Emily roughly off of Rachel.

"Go into the other room and wait there," he barked, furious. Legs shaking, she went as fast as she could, almost tipping over into a wall. With the door shut, Conrad unbuttoned his trousers, and once again, slid deep inside of Rachel. Her ravaged tunnel was hot and throbbing, and tremors of vibration still ran through her entire body. His erection was painful, it was so hot and thick, pulsing with need. He thrust wildly into her, without care or consideration, and let out a yell as his testicles tightened and released his seed deep inside of her. Rachel lay gasping for breath, sweat dripping over her breasts and belly.

Conrad panted, unaware of what he had just done. Then leaned down and began to kiss and suck madly at Rachel's sex, sliding his tongue deep inside of her, tasting himself and scooping out his seed with the tip of his tongue. Rachel's thighs shook and the buckles that restrained her rattled. She moaned hoarsely, her fists clenching and gripping ineffectively.

From the other room, Emily knelt, staring through the keyhole at Conrad's treatment. Conrad stood up and walked away, leaving Rachel alone, trembling. He returned with a small, oval shaped bowl. It had a black rubbed seal around its edge, and a tube at its center, which Conrad attached to a hand held pump with a gauge. He placed this firmly over Rachel's quivering sex, and began to pump. He focused on gently pumping and watching the gauge. Emily could see Rachel's sex enlarging grotesquely, pink and slick. After a moment, white liquid gushed from her, and Conrad kept pumping. Her sex kept filling the bowl, more white seed pushing out of her and into the device. Rachel whimpered, too exhausted to care at what happened to her. When it seemed no more semen would come out, and Rachel's sex was pushed against the sides of the bowl, Conrad released the suction, breaking the seal and removing the bowl. Rachel's genitals remained obscenely engorged, however, and Conrad leaned down, flicking a tongue over her lips and clitoris, making Rachel shudder and squirm.

Emily stared, feeling her own sex throb and lubricate, the slim phallus inside of her not sufficient to meet her needs, not without the vibration. She fumbled at the harness, trying to undo the belt, but looked down and remembered, to her dismay, that she was locked into it. She gripped the large black phallus protruding from her, and pushed it hard against her sex, causing the slightest of thrusts inside of her. Frantically, she did this as she watched Conrad and Rachel through the keyhole.

Conrad had put Rachel to bed in a small room he'd had furnished for that purpose. She was not restrained, though the windows were barred, and the door had locks on the outside. He watched her sleep for a long time through a sliding panel in the door. She curled up tight, hugging her knees to her chest while she slept.

Conrad smiled to himself. He had great plans for the next day, and could hardly sleep in anticipation. Knowing he needed to let Rachel rest, he woke Emily and had her come down to his examination room in the middle of the night.

"What is this about, doctor?" Emily whispered, sleepily, her eyes half open.

"Sit down in the chair, Emily."

She did as she was told, sliding herself up onto the chair. Conrad adjusted it so that it leaned back, and her legs were spread out lewdly. He pushed the hem of her nightgown up to her waist and buckled her ankles, hips and wrists in securely. He sat down between her legs and studied her sex for some time. He then inserted a speculum and slowly stretched open Emily's cunt. He knelt and looked inside.

"Emily," he began.

"Yes, doctor?"

"You do not have the special little balls I gave you. Where are they?"

"In my pocket, doctor."

"And what did I tell you about taking them out, Emily?" His spoke in a dangerously soft sing song.

"You told me you'd have me whipped, doctor."

"Do you want to be whipped?"

"No, doctor."

"So why did you take them out?"

"I couldn't sleep with them in, doctor." She looked up pitifully at him. "They kept moving, no matter what I did, and I almost had to touch myself. I took them out."

"I see. Did I tell you that you could remove them?"

"No, doctor."

"You shall have to be whipped."

Emily stifled a frightened sob. Conrad turned and retrieved a gag, stuffing it into her mouth.

"So that you do not wake the household with your screams," he explained, as he shoved it between her teeth, making her gag. He retrieved two more little ben wa balls, and shoved them roughly inside of her. "And if you lose these, you shall suffer far worse," he whispered to her, his cheek, rough with stubble, raking against hers.

He unclasped her restraints, leaving leather cuffs around her ankles and wrists, and led her to the wall, where there were several metal loops screwed into it. He turned her to face the wall and attached her ankles and wrists to corresponding loops. He tugged at them to ensure they were secure, then turned away. Emily shivered nervously. Conrad returned and hitched her nightgown up above her breasts, securing it tightly with a belt. Emily waited, unsure what was about to happen. Suddenly, she felt something flat slap against her bottom, and jumped. It didn't hurt terribly, so much as it was uncomfortable. Conrad hit her again, harder this time, then again, varying the time between blows. Over and over he beat her until her ass was red and mottled. He saw wetness glistening between her thighs. Her legs shook with the effort of not letting the little balls fall out.

He stood behind her and slid himself gently into her opening, letting the head of his shaft feel the slick little balls quiver above it. He slid further in, feeling them move around him, then out. He thrust shallowly, almost hesitantly, feeling the movements of the balls within her hot canal, as it quivered and spasmed around him. He pulled out and reached two fingers inside her, gently retrieving the little balls. He held them, slick with her arousal, in his hand, then thrust his cock deep inside of her. She yelped in surprise, but pressed against him, wantonly. He slid the little balls around her clitoris, making them roll around her just above his shaft as it plunged in and out of her cunt. He pressed them into her harder as his thrusts grew deeper and faster. She shuddered and arched against him, and he felt his shaft grow bigger inside of her, her sex throbbing around him. He groaned and thrust harder and deeper, his cock shuddering as it shot seed deep inside of her.

Rachel woke the next morning to Conrad watching her from the foot of her bed. His trousers were tight against his rigid member, and he smiled when he saw she was awake.

"Good morning, Rachel. Did you sleep well?"

"What do you want with me, Conrad?" She regarded him wearily.

"I want to help you, dear girl."

"And satiate your own perverse urges in the process?"

"No, my love," he sat down next to her and reached out to touch her cheek tenderly. She pulled away, repulsed. He pretended to look hurt. "I don't believe I can be satiated. We have a big day ahead of us, and it would be best if we got ourselves ready for it. It's time for your bath."

Rachel got up reluctantly, but did not struggle when Conrad took her arm to lead her to a tub, filled with warm water. He gently removed her clothing slowly, as if relishing the unbuttoning of each button of her nightgown. She stepped out of it, and into the tub. He gently took a sponge and began to bath her, as though she were a child. If she resented it, she did not show it. Instead, she seemed resigned. Conrad let the sponge linger over her shoulders and neck, then down to her small breasts. He let his hand slip below the water and down to her sex, cupping it gently in his warm hand while he continued to wash her. He did not penetrate her nor let himself touch her clitoris. Instead, he waited, moving his fingers against one another until he felt the slickness of her wetness in the water. Her small nipples grew hard as they moved in and out of the warm water and into cool air.

He helped her out and dried her off in a large towel. Nude, he led her into his examination room, where he had her sit in his chair. He spread her legs and restrained her efficiently. She kept her head turned away, disinterested in her new treatment.

"Now, we must make a presentable lady out of you, Rachel." Conrad said, his gaze fixed on her small flower, opening for him despite Rachel's feigned apathy.

"And you intend to do so by ruining my honor?"

"Now Rachel, I do believe Josiah had that unique pleasure."

Rachel turned sharply, shocked that her grandfather had confided their shameful secret. With growing horror, she realized the hold Conrad now had over her grandfather. Conrad smiled at her, satisfied with himself.

"You never were a stupid girl, were you. Yes, he told me. It's shameful how you've seduced your grandfather. Shameful and sinful. I am here to teach you your place and train you to behave yourself."

He adjusted the chair so that it reclined, and moved her hips so that they sat at the edge of the seat. He moved her legs so that her knees came up close to her chest and her sex was displayed openly for him to see. He admired it for a moment, then retrieved the small speculum, inserting it gently into her already lubricated cunny. He spread her gently, so that she was only narrowly stretched open, enough that she could not tighten herself and prevent insertion. He could see her walls strain against the rigid shaft, to no avail.

He pulled a heavy leather pouch from the pocket of his jacket and shook it.

"When I was a boy, I had the most marvelous collection. I never played with them, just collected them. I wanted to see how many I could get." He brought the pouch over to her and she could see it was filled with something. He laid it on her chest so that she could feel the weight of it. "Now we shall see how many you can collect"

He picked up the pouch and opened it, pulling out a little blue glass marble. He held it up and admired the way it caught the light. Almost casually he dropped it through the speculum, where it made a loud sound as it hit the metal, and rolled into her vagina. She jumped slightly as it landing softly inside of her.

"It's the second one that's the most fun," he told her. "Imagine how it will feel hitting the one that's already inside of you?"

He dropped the second one in, and it too rolled until it hit the first, bumping it deeper inside. One by one, he slowly dropped them inside of her, until she had over twenty filling her heavily. She squirmed, her thighs straining to come together, but the restraints prevented her from moving far. Conrad continued to push marbles, some larger than others, deep inside of her, until he could fit no more. He admired his work: her vagina was filled to the brim and nearly overflowing with marbles of all colors and sizes. He gently removed the speculum, taking care not to jar any of the marbles. He fitted a leather chastity belt around her, tightening it as much as he could, then gently lifted her down so that she could stand up.

"Now it is time for us to dress like a proper lady and have afternoon tea with our host." Conrad placed his hands around Rachel's face and looked her deeply in the eyes. "If you are anything less than ladylike, I promise you will regret it."

Rachel walked slowly and with some difficulty. Conrad led her into the little bedroom and dressed her himself, in a conservative yellow dress that looked beautiful against her skin. She could feel the marbles rubbing against one another in her tiny canal whenever she moved. Their weight was considerable, but the chastity belt kept them pressed deep within her, rubbing against her most sensitive areas. Her wetness made them slide about inside of her, tightly vying for space.

"If you're very good during tea, I will make sure you are satisfied tonight." Conrad smiled indulgently at her, as though he were bestowing a great favor upon her.

At tea, Josiah was surprised to see his granddaughter accompany Conrad into the sitting room. Rachel walked slowly and delicately, and sat down primly, nodding shyly to him. Though she refused to eat until Conrad stared at her meaningfully, the meal was an overall success. Rachel discussed literature and poetry with her grandfather, and accepted his invitation to a quiet stroll in the gardens. Conrad was delighted, and offered to carry the parasol. Josiah seemed happier and more at peace than he had in years. Conrad was genuinely pleased to see his old friend happy again. Rachel was subdued, but sweet. After tea, Conrad had her taken back upstairs to continue treatment. Josiah complimented him on his rapid success, but Conrad waved him off.

"After what happened, I think she is embracing treatment. She understands there is a better way to manage her illness. She's accepting it now, rather than fighting it." He smiled at the old man.

Upstairs, Conrad found his exam room in disarray, and Rachel huddled in her room, sobbing. She had been desperately trying to remove the chastity belt, but could not find the key. Conrad shook his head sadly.

"We'd been making such wonderful progress, and now this? Nevertheless, I am a man of my word. Your behavior downstairs was exemplary, and consequently, you shall be rewarded. It was my fault for neglecting you so long. I promise it will not happen again." He leaned in and kissed her hard, probing her mouth with his tongue, while he unlocked the belt. He ran his fingers over the warm, slippery marbles that filled her hole, pushing them inside of her, then letting her push them back, into his hand. Over and over he thrust them shallowly inside of her while she writhed under his weight. He gripped her hair in his hand, keeping her head locked in place, fucking her mouth with his tongue, licking her lips and teeth, and pulsing his hand against her tiny cunt, vibrating the marbles inside her.

"You're such a little whore," he growled into her ear. She turned her face away from him, her chin glistening with his saliva. "Have it your way." He grinned. "Maybe something a little gentler. It's no fun if this is easy for you, is it?" He watched her heave and twitch as the after tremors of her reluctant orgasm continued to flow through her body. He rubbed his fingers against her cunny, turning the marbles against each other as he did so, rubbing her clit against his palm.

"Shall we take these out, then?" He pushed them in and out rapidly, watching her writhe and flush as he did so. "Or did you need to climax again?"

"Please, no more," she begged, beads of sweat breaking out on her brow and upper lip. "Please," she begged, drunkenly.

He let his hand relax, allowing a few of the marbles to escape. He rolled these up and over her clitoris, watching as she trembled feverishly at his touch. More of the marbles spilled out of her and onto the bed. He probed a long finger inside of her, feeling for the rest, and hooking them in his fingers rolled them along the walls of her grasping cunny.

"I do love playing marbles, don't you, Rachel? It was my favorite game as a boy. Do you remember?" He looked at her, his eyes dark and intent. "Do you remember how we used to play together?" He pulled the last marbles out of her, and kissed her thigh. He lay heavily on her, resting his hips between her legs, against her glistening and empty sex. He gripped her hair in his hands and held her head, forcing her to look at him.

"Do you remember how we used to play when we were children, Rachel?" He licked her lower lip, and pressed his hips against her, his turgid cock hard under his trousers. "How I played with you? Do you remember that?"

"Yes," she finally admitted.

"Did you like our games? Did you like how I played with you?"

She moaned softly and tried to turn away.

"I've been thinking of all sorts of games since I've been gone. All kinds of things to do with you." He parted her lips with his tongue and kissed her long and deep, penetrating her with it like a piston. "We forgot something during your bath," he told her.

He helped her up and into the examination chair, where he restrained her. She was done fighting. It had gone out of her, and she stared vacantly at the ceiling, awaiting whatever he came up with next. He held up a large metal syringe, the same he had used to fill her with lubricant. He filled it this time with warm water, and inserted it into her little pussy. He slowly depressed it, filling her up with warm liquid. She squirmed, despite herself. He waited, then slowly sucked the water back into the syringe. He did this over and over again, fucking her with water. Pushing it in, and sucking it out, until her eyes were rolling back and her hips thrust involuntarily at him.

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