Like a Wisp of Steam

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Victoria's confusion perfectly. "This procedure uses electrical power, a rather new manner of running things. Unfortunately, it's impractical to run a steam engine in the office, so the stationary bicycle will provide us with the power we need. Please begin."
    Clara began to pedal furiously.
    Victoria's eyes went wide as Charles lifted the curious wand that was attached to the end of the wires and cables. It had a long, thick body and a globular head that narrowed to a dull point on one side. It looked like some sort of royal scepter, but with clinical, modern-looking nubs all over it instead of jewels.
    Then Victoria gasped in fright as she realized that the globular end of the wand was humming, throbbing, vibrating , with terrifying efficiency.
    Victoria looked at Charles for reassurance, but the doctor was quite involved with the procedure, paying little attention to his patient's dismay. Victoria's eyes swept the room, and came to rest on the violently-pedaling Clara, who flashed Victoria a lascivious grin and a too-obvious wink.
    Victoria looked back at Charles and stared wide-eyed as he began to move the gyrating wand toward her.
    "Now Victoria," said Charles. "This may cause some ...interesting ... sensations in your lower body. Keep in mind that I will leave the gown in place at all times, to allow for your modesty. I will be applying this treatment strictly by feel, so don't be shocked by the apparent ... intimacy of my touch."
    Victoria was falling, desperately falling into a vast chasm of nothingness. Charles slipped the vibrating wand under the wide bottom of Victoria's gown—
    And then Victoria gasped as Charles's hands touched her nether regions. Her most private place.
    Perhaps Victoria had expected the doctor's hands to explore her. But like this? He was actually touching—stroking, caressing—her sex!
    Then Victoria's head began to spin as Charles parted the lips of her female parts. The sensations overwhelmed her as Charles deftly exposed a sensitive region near the top of Victoria's womanhood ... and applied the bulbous tip of the wand.
    Unexpectedly, and uncontrollably, Victoria's body spasmed and she began to scream. She strained against the leather straps that held her in place. She shook her head back and forth as she screamed wildly, choking and sobbing in sudden catharsis.
    "Hold, Miss Brook," said Charles loudly, over the sound of Victoria's screams, and Victoria turned her head to see a wide-eyed Miss Clara Brook with her dress rather askew and her face and neck flushed deep red. Surely it was the exertion of pedaling the bicycle, though the look that Clara was giving the squirming and screaming Victoria certainly implied something else.
    The sensations in her sex lessened, and Charles looked up at Victoria's face.
    "Describe what you felt," said Charles firmly.
    Clara quickly said, "It was like the bicycle was my lover, and I was—"
    "Miss Brook!" snapped Charles. "I was speaking to Mrs. Barker."
    "Of course," giggled Clara, embarrassed.
    "What did you feel, Victoria?"
    "It ... It was like my whole body was being penetrated by a white light ... Oh, Doctor, I've never experienced anything like that..."
    Charles nodded. "Excellent. Proceed, Miss Brook."
    Victoria moaned as the throbbing of the magic wand drew close to her sex once more. She whimpered desperately, frightened but excited by the closeness of the blessed instrument. When the blazing, throbbing head of the vibrator touched her once more, Victoria let out another scream—but this time, Charles did not relent, but pressed more firmly against her sex, and in a few seconds Victoria's thrashings were quieted, and her screams turned to moans.
    "Relax, Victoria," sighed Charles soothingly. "Relax into the sensations. You're doing fine."
    Victoria still squirmed and pulled against the leather restraints, but her moans and screams had turned to gasps of pleasure. She realized with embarrassment that she had begun to utter Charles's name, but

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