ThePleasureDevice (10 page)

“Yes. But be quiet. No more talking. Just copulate with the
girl until you are finished.”

Julius watched as the man’s considerable cock entered Grace,
feeling his own erection bedevil him at the sight. In a minute, the young man
was up to speed, slamming inside her, his hands gripping her hips. Grace was
already in ecstasy, mewling encouragements and blasphemies, as she did when
Julius experimented with her.

The experience proved too much for the young man. He spent
far more quickly than Julius would have wanted.

“Out. Take your clothes and exit through that door. Dress in
the hall.”

The young man staggered out.

“Number two!”

But he was taking too long. Grace should not be without some
sort of stimulation or the experiment would not work. Julius turned on the
vibrating machine and pressed the wand to her.

“Yes, yes, please, doctor,” she moaned.

The second man came in, eyes wide in amazement.

“Trousers, drawers—off!” Julius hadn’t counted on the
decidedly unscientific attitude of the male subjects. He removed the vibrator. “Fuck
her.”

The young man did so with alacrity and with a fair measure
of skill. He worked in concert with Grace, moving in and out slowly or briskly
depending on the girl’s reaction. Julius knew she was reciprocating her lover’s
playfulness with her own physical dexterity. From her moans and wiggles, she
was enjoying the act a great deal. And from the young man’s earnest expression
and surprised laughter, he was enjoying his part as well.

His vigorous endurance was a marvel to behold. Julius’
pencil remained poised over his medical notebook as he watched the scene with
astonishment and admiration.

After a spell, the young man picked up his pace.

“Yes, yes,” Grace encouraged. “Spend in me. Go on. Oh yes,
please.”

Julius’ cock was aching to be inside the girl. He gave it a
quick squeeze and shifted on his feet.

The young man let out a long grunting howl as he arched his
back. Unbelievably, he continued to plow into Grace as if he had not spent at
all.

Grace was beside herself with pleasure.

“Number three!” Julius figured he better have the next man
ready. He no longer cared if the men saw each other.

Number two pulled out finally, groaning his satisfaction.

“Out!” Julius commanded.

Number three was apparently intelligent enough to prepare
himself as soon as he saw the incredible scene before him. He was embedded
inside Grace instantly.

It was clearly the only way to continue with the experiment.
Julius called out for the next man as soon as he could determine when the
active man was going to spend. By man number five, Julius had deemed himself an
expert in the variety of the course of male sexual response.

And by man number eight, Julius knew that Grace was an
unconquerable subject as far as penetration by the male. She still writhed and
wiggled, moaned and sighed. With the tenth man, she was still having orgasms.

After the eleventh man, there would be no more. Would she
finally break with an even dozen?

His prick reminded him of his own desire. He could be the
twelfth in the name of science.

Number eleven built himself to a frenzy slamming inside
Grace, who only encouraged his efforts. A minute later, he gasped sharply, his
body frozen as he emptied his seed in her.

“Out!” Julius growled impatiently.

Suddenly the room was quiet and still. Doctor and subject
were alone. And Grace was still unsatisfied.

She looked up at him, pleadingly. “Julius, please. I want
you.”

Her urgency propelled him to undress without thinking. But
then he looked down between her legs. The milky emissions of eleven men dripped
out slowly, causing his stomach to churn briefly before his cock reminded him
he was the last man. He could better them all. With him she would spend
gloriously.

He entered her, her muscles embracing him in warm welcome.
He pulled out slowly, savoring every sensation.

“Yes, that’s right. Let me pleasure you.” Her tenderness was
excessively stimulating.

He hadn’t realized until that moment how much he wanted her,
how much he needed her. As he moved in and out, he forgot all about her
desires, her reactions, her culmination. All that mattered was his own.

And Grace, the little devil that she was, was happy to give
him whatever he wanted.

She gripped him with unflagging carnality, bringing herself
once again to frenzied squeals of orgiastic delight, joyous sounds growing
louder, louder than they had been with any of the other men, building to an
ultimate peak. Julius was determined to get her there, determined to hang on as
long as possible.

Luckily, a man possessed of maturity did not spend as
quickly as youth.

But Julius had forgotten, in the midst of his own desire,
that he had just watched the girl being pleasured for the last hour. His cock
was ready even if his head—and his experiment—was not.

“Yes,” she breathed. “I want you, Julius. I’m the only woman
for you. Spend inside me. Make me yours.”

He slammed into her, feeling her encouraging response,
hearing her wails, then slammed into her once again. She pulsated around him, still
not slaked, still strong, still squirming.

He wanted to feel more. He wanted to feel the end.

He knew he could only feel it if he pleasured the one spot
that had nothing to do with the male.

He was defeated.

His cock did not give a whit about science. And, at that
moment, neither did his head.

He grabbed for the vibrator and turned it on, pressing the
wand against Grace. She screamed, thrusting her hips into the device, wanting
more.

“Yes!”

She gripped him like she had never gripped him before,
tightly, continuously, her clenching strength almost painful, threatening to
stop his own climax before it happened.

And then she let out a roar.

He pressed the vibrator harder against her. Her body jerked,
her cunt squeezed so tightly as to almost expel him. Julius spent instantly.

“Stop!” she shrieked.

He removed the machine. Grace lay on the table, exhausted,
gulping air, trying desperately to catch her breath.

“Julius, that was wonderful.” Her face glowed with joy and
the flush of sex.

Julius’ prick slipped out.

They were all wrong. All of them. The entire fucking Royal
Academy of Science, the bloody Royal College of Surgeons, every man who claimed
the title of doctor. Male penetration was not the end-all of female sexual
satisfaction, instead it was secondary, a pleasant diversion. And contrary to
his own colleagues’ beliefs, women did indeed feel sexual pleasure in the
absence of penetration.

Yet if woman did not need man, would that mean Grace would
not need Julius? A chill crept up his spine.

Julius
. Grace had never used his Christian name until
that evening, and hearing her say it sent an affecting pang through his heart.
His name had rolled off her tongue cleanly, clearly, reflecting the effort she
had put in to soften her accent to better help him with his patients. She had
become useful, indispensable, and he had grown to rely on her. But it was more
than that. Until she said his name he hadn’t realized how fond of the girl he
had become.

The flame in the oil lamp popped and sputtered, drawing him
out of his reverie, reminding him why he was there, why he, a doctor, was in a
medical office with a peculiar device. Grace, despite her youth, was overly
experienced where it concerned men. She knew how to control her body, how,
even, he chuckled to himself, to control men. She clearly loved the act of
intercourse. But what if she had never had that experience? What if she had to
rely only on herself?

What if she were a virgin?

Better still, what if he could garner a certain type of
virgin, utterly untouched, a true innocent, not a feigning cockatrice from a
brothel with a blood-soaked sponge up her cunt?

A woman of breeding, class and intelligence.

Helena
.

Julius stared at his notebook. There was only one way he
could have unfettered access to Helena for several years. Luckily Sophia was
exceedingly easy to persuade when the mood was right.

The office was dark and empty, but that only sent a thrill
of expectation through Sophia. Julius had promised to use the vibration machine
on her once again. Every time he had used it, she had reached climaxes beyond
her imagination, each one better than the last.

“Tonight, my love, I have planned for something a little
different.”

Sophia loved Julius’ erotic plans and schemes. They always
left her breathless and satisfied.

“I’m ready, Julius.”

She stood before him in the office utterly nude as he had
requested. His attentions were freeing and decadent, his mesmerizing gaze
wandering up and down her body while he sucked in his lower lip, biting it as
his blue eyes narrowed lasciviously. She heard his breathing slow to an
irregular rhythm.

“Sophia.” It was said adoringly, hungrily.

She went to him and he took her in his arms to kiss her
deeply, intensely, a man possessed. She knew his dark moods by now, his utter
concentration on the matter at hand, his feigned distance, his bald desire. She
felt his hardness through his trousers as he ground his hips against hers.

“We’ll use the table, my love. But I want you to bend over
and hold the footrests.”

It was an odd request, to be sure, but she complied
nonetheless. A night with Julius was certain to be a memory she would carry
with her forever.

Sophia put her hands through the footrests extending from
the table and held on. Julius placed his hand on her back, stroking
encouragingly. She pushed her buttocks out playfully, shamelessly.

“Yes,” he moaned. His hands caressed her, kneading her
fleshy cheeks, wandering to her inner thighs, massaging until she spread her
legs enough for him to stroke her yearning labia. He spread her moisture over
her clitoris, thoroughly wetting the sensitive nub. “You’re so wet, Sophia. So
excited.”

She closed her eyes in anticipation, the sounds of his
preparations more pronounced, the heat of him more powerful. He reached for
something at her side, worked at an object behind her. He parted her butt
cheeks, then smeared an oily substance in the crevice. His finger dallied on
her puckered hole, circling the ridge, breaching the unwilling orifice to
lubricate it with a generous quantity of the viscous liquid.

Next he was undressing, and rather quickly. When the
frenzied breaths behind her subsided, she turned around to see him rubbing the
oil on his magnificent cock.

“Sophia, love, has your husband ever penetrated you in your
arse?”

Oh God, yes.
Her heart beat faster. “Yes, Julius, he
has.” A tingle of anticipation pulsed up her spine.

He leaned over her, his slick cock sliding along her cleft. “But
has he ever done so while you are being stimulated by a vibrating massage
machine?” His breath was hot on her neck.

She swallowed her excitement, feigning a distance that had
become her expected role in their sensual play. “No, Julius, he has not.”

“Good.” It was said with just a touch of smug
self-satisfaction.

He flipped the switch. The whirring of the machine filled
the room and her senses.

“Spread your legs, my love.”

She did as instructed and he positioned the wand at her
clitoris. It was set on low but its pulsating vibration was enough to arouse
her instantly.

She felt the head of his cock at her anus, insistent but
gentle. He pushed in slowly.

Sophia flinched from the shock of pain, her muscles
tightening against the invasion. She inhaled and concentrated on the pleasure
of the vibrator.

He pushed in farther, stopping a moment to let her succumb,
his hand resting on her lower back in reassurance, then proceeded with a jab as
if it were her far more flexible cunt.

Sophia cried out unwittingly, then tried to steady her
breath. It was a test of her ability to focus on her own pleasure. Julius had
taught her skills of centering her thoughts and feelings on what she wanted,
not what was actually happening to her, to move beyond the pain he subjected
her to. She drew in a calming breath through pursed lips and relaxed her
tensing muscles.

“Good, my love. That’s right. Let me in.”

He pushed forward, embedding himself fully, letting her
accept him, then began moving in and out languidly, moaning softly, arriving at
a gentle rhythm. Despite seeking his own pleasure he was able to concentrate on
hers, holding the vibrator steady, taking the forbidden act to a point beyond
ecstasy.

“It is wondrous, my love, is it not?” His voice did not
betray the rapture she was certain he must be feeling.

“Yes, Julius.” She could scarcely get the words out.

“Would you deny anyone this pleasure?” His steady baritone
held a sinister edge.

“No. Of course not.”

“Not even your own daughter?”

Sophia tensed at that. Julius paused.

“Ah, that is a delicate subject. Especially while I’m
fucking you in a most unnatural way.”

Confusion descended on Sophia. Why was he saying such
things?

He took the vibrator away and turned it off, continuing his
motions inside her. “Helena is a virgin.”

It was not a question, but Sophia felt compelled to answer. “Yes.”

“I’ve never had a virgin.”

A chill spread over her.

Julius slowed his movement. “In order for Helena to garner a
husband of sufficient status she must remain a virgin. Is that not so?” He
picked up his pace, thrusting in and out of her more determinedly.

“Yes.” She clenched her jaw against the pain, now devoid of
respite.

“I want her for myself, Sophia,” he rumbled calmly. “You can
either give her to me willingly or I will simply take her by force in the name
of medical treatment. I call it penetrative massage.”

Every muscle in her body tightened.

Julius groaned. Her body’s reaction had seemingly provoked
him to renewed vigor.

“Any aristocratic man worth his salt will require a
virginity test, given the family scandal.” He pounded against her, uncaring. “Helena
is a very beautiful girl. The daughter of a lustful woman. No man will believe
her untouched.”

Sophia fought back tears. She was the one who had set up her
own daughter to see Julius for treatment of her erratic behavior. Couldn’t she
simply prevent Helena from returning to Julius for treatment?

He slowed his pace. “You know I can easily insinuate myself
in her life, my love. I can easily convince her to come see me for further
treatments. She knows the pleasure she feels under my care. She’ll come.”

He was right.

Julius thrust himself deep inside her and held his position.
“A husband has rights over his wife that not even a father can deny.” He
clicked on the vibrator.

Every pore on her skin opened in anticipation. Like an opium
eater to laudanum, she was addicted to his touch.

“Yes, Julius.”

He held the vibrator away from her flesh. “You want your
release, do you not, my love?”

God, oh, God, yes!
“Yes, Julius.”

“Tell me you give Helena to me willingly.”

Her tears fell uncontrollably. “I give Helena to you willingly.”

He moved the vibrating wand a bit closer. She could sense
the pulsations in the air.

“You want me to use her body for my own pleasure.”

“I want you to use her body for your own pleasure.” Lust and
fear, desperation and hate welled inside Sophia.

“Beg me.”

An icy shudder ripped through her. Julius tauntingly moved
the vibrator even closer.

“Please take my daughter, Julius,” she choked out. “Please
give me my pleasure.” It took every last shred of effort to not sob her words.

He chortled darkly. “You won’t regret it, Sophia.”

He pressed the wand against her clitoris, then pounded
against her relentlessly. She jerked in a mini-convulsion, squeezing him. His
climax came quickly.

He held the wand steady, unrelenting, his cock still hard
within her. She closed her eyes again, this time to block out the abomination
she had just agreed to subject her daughter to. Julius was far too old for her,
far too corrupt and perverted. Helena was chaste, naive, unaware such
debauchery existed. But Sophia knew about such things. Sophia would do anything
for Julius.

Including, it seemed, giving him her innocent daughter.

Sophia screamed her orgasm, her body gripping so violently
she spewed out Julius’ sated cock.

As she slumped over in despair she heard his gleeful laughter
behind her.

* * * * *

Grace wasn’t sure Dr. Christopher knew about the peephole
under the stairs. He had to know, she convinced herself. There was an awful lot
of bizarre equipment being stored there—probably medical devices he no longer
needed—so he must occasionally go into the little room and fetch or leave
something.

Besides, it wasn’t so much a peephole, really, it was just
that she used it as such. There had already been a tiny hole, probably because
one of the wood and iron contraptions had hit the wall once when he moved it.
But to be able to see—and hear—into Dr. Christopher’s office the hole had to be
made just a little bit bigger.

And what she had just seen through the hole had been
astoundingly arousing. As she frigged herself she had reached back to touch her
anus to see what an invasion there would feel like, especially an invasion by
such a luscious cock as was the doctor’s.

She stopped touching herself when she heard Dr. Christopher’s
ultimatum to the lovely Sophia Phillips.

It was one thing to share her Julius with a married woman
whose husband would return eventually. It was quite another to share him with a
beautiful young virgin who was to be his wife.

Grace remembered that Helena Phillips had inquired about Dr.
Ramsay the day she had come in for her appointment. Perhaps the two were
friends.

Perhaps Dr. Ramsay needed to be informed of Dr. Christopher’s
scheme.