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 Laura Croft and the Venus Thigh Trap

   Part 5 of ?

   Drifting, almost motionless with the arms and legs of her improvised
leather body-suit floatie cradling her nakedness in the placidly flowing
water, Laura barely touches her supersensitive clitoris.  She is thinking
how weirdly aroused she has been feeling all today, and what she will do
about her freakishly enlarged breasts and clit, once she returns to
civilisation.  How she'll explain to her friends, and...  her doctor.

   What if this kind of strange non-stop arousal really does turn out to be
something she has to live with all the time?  Persistent, intense
arousal... How would she even explain it to her gynie?  He's such a
reserved old fellow.  What would he think?  She never can tell what he
thinks of her reactions when he's running those tests, even though she
finds the whole thing intensely embarrassing.  She's been going to him for
yearly checkups ever since her dad first took her there as a teenager.  If
she changed now, like to a woman gynie, they'd never believe her story
about the sudden physical changes due to the vine.  No, she'll have to go
back to her old one.

   She still vividly remembers the first time she went.  Soon after her
sixteenth birthday, her father had explained to her that it was time she
went to have a 'women's checkup'.  He'd sternly lectured her that this was
something all girls must do regularly, and that she must be completely
candid with the doctor, who would keep whatever she said in strictest
confidence.  The man was an old family friend, and her mother had always
gone to him, rest her soul.  He told her she'd find the experience awkward,
but that she mustn't worry about it - it was a medical necessity.  She must
do as Dr Prott instructed, and not give the man any trouble, or her father
would hear of it.

   The rest of her week, till the time of the appointment, had been a churn
of mixed emotions and worry.  She had only recently begun to experience
some strange new feelings 'down there' (as she'd thought of the place
between her legs.) She really didn't have any idea what they meant, and
found them quite disturbing and distracting.  She'd be busy trying to
concentrate on the lessons of her tutors, or maintain her defence in a
fencing lesson, or balance in gymnastics, and then there would be that
disconcerting heated itch down there again, tugging at her focus.  Perhaps
there was indeed something wrong there, and the doctor could fix it.

   She'd thought that would be a good thing, though she wondered how she'd
go about describing the symptoms.  Somehow, she hadn't been able to tell
anyone about them- it seemed to make her feel flushed to even think about
those feelings.  Sometimes, just worrying about them would actually seem to
make them happen - which completely confused her.  What sort of illness
could that be?

   On the other hand, she supposed that the doctor might expect to actually
look at the place in question.  Heavens, how that thought made her blush!
She could barely bring herself to look at it, in the bath.  She couldn't
remember anyone, ever, having seen it.  She supposed someone must have,
when she was little.  But now, since the appearance of sparse but silky
dark hairs there, it all seems much more private and secret.  Even though
the hairs don't hide anything at all.

   Strangest of all, thoughts of her impending visit to the doctor, and
having to describe her problem, and show him....  there, would invariably
make that hot itchy fullness return to distract her.  It seemed to be
getting worse too - now she'd find that somehow her panties would become
damp, whenever that feeling occurred.  Was she wetting herself?  What else
could it be?  She even started to have trouble sleeping, with those
unsettling feelings becoming frequent enough to keep her lying awake
restlessly tossing.

   It was one such night, two days before the trip to the doctor, when
she'd felt particularly uncomfortable, even aching, down there.  She'd got
up to go to the bathroom to try going to the toilet.  In the bathroom,
she'd turned on the light, then lifted her nightie and slid down her
panties to sit on the toilet.  As she squatted, her dark-adapted eyes
squinting barely open in the light, she happened to glance between her
legs, at the furry patch there.  And froze, in shock.  'Oh!' she'd thought.
'What is that!?' She could see something red and shiny sticking out from
between the slit, where she normally avoided looking.  It is only small,
but it was never there before.  Now she can see it, she realises that a lot
of the disturbing ache she can feel is coming from that scary red thing. 
So...  there really _is_ something wrong with her!  Oh no!  Some sort of
growth, or something...  How terrible!

   She'd gone back to bed, almost in tears, worrying that perhaps she
really was seriously ill.  But fortunately, she'd been able to sleep soon
after.  Next morning when she looked again, the red sticking-out thing was
gone, and she wondered if she had dreamt that scary image.  Was it real?

   The day arrived, and her father instructed her to wear "a simple dress
my dear, and nothing fancy." She'd chosen a long, loose fitting white
cotton dress with an embroidered bodice, covering her from its high
neckline to wrists and around her ankles.  Its only fault was a slight
translucency of the delicate cloth, that required her to wear near
skin-toned underwear.

   He'd sat in the back with her, making small talk as the Bentley's driver
took them into town.  She'd often travelled overseas with her father on his
trips, but the local town was a place she'd hardly ever visited.  It seemed
more foreign to her than Paris or Cairo.  As she watched the view out the
car window, listening to her father's chatter about the latest finds at a
dig in Paraguay, her worries about the doctor receded.  Even the discomfort
of that persistent itch which had been present since she woke that morning,
and her increasingly dampened panties seemed less worrying.

   They stop in front of an Edwardian stone building near the town centre,
and enter.  Inside it is all dark wood panelling with an air of
considerable history, apart from the anachronistic brushed stainless steel
lift doors.  Which her father ignores, instead leading briskly up the
stairs to the third floor.  Down a dimly lit corridor with the same styling
of ornate timberwork, past various doors both titled and unmarked to
another such door.  Here a brass plaque on the wall proclaims "Dr J Prott,
Sc.D., F.R.S.Ed., F.R.C.O.G., F.A.A.A.S., F.A.A., F.R.S.  Professorial
Fellow, Department of Obstetrics and Gynaecology, Royal Women's Hospital."
He pushes open the door, and Laura finds herself in a modern, brightly lit
waiting room.  A young woman, looking not many years older than Laura, with
striking Japanese features and jet black hair reaching just past her
shoulders, glances up from behind the reception counter.  Laura finds her
eyes drawn to a subtle reddish streaking in the girl's hair - is that
natural?  Or does she dye it?

   "Good morning!  Ah, Mr and Miss Croft, here for your appointment?" Her
father nods, "Yes, good morning Hiromi."

   "The doctor is just finishing up with someone, if you'll take a seat he
won't be long." Laura is surprised at the Japanese woman's accent - a
strong American drawl, with barely a trace of anything oriental.

   They sit, and Hiromi goes back to whatever it is she is busy with on the
computer behind the raised counter top.  Laura is feeling that itch back
again, now that she is here, and moments away from...  whatever is going to
happen.  She looks around, and finds a heap of magazines on a bench beside
her.  All of them featuring heavily made-up women's faces on the cover. 
She picks one up, wondering what they might be about.

   Flipping through it, skim-reading here and there, she is astonished!  It
seems to be completely full of sensationalist trivia, without a single
mention anywhere of anything important, or any sign of connection to
significant events of the real world.  'What sort of people read this?' she
wonders.  People interested only in lipsticks, perfumes, gossip, and
articles on how to make themselves look...  like the pictures on the cover.
She has to admit, some of those women do look very...  um, glamorous, she
supposes is the right word.  But haven't they got anything better to do? 
There doesn't seem to be a single article on anything like archaeology, or
any science at all for that matter, in the whole magazine.

   She is just picking up another magazine, wondering if they are all like
that, when a middle aged gentleman opens the other door in the waiting
room, and ushers a business-suited woman out.  Laura looks at her, and the
lady gives her a smile.  She seems calm, so Laura takes that as a good
omen. Dr Prott hands some papers to Hiromi, and the woman signs a form,
then leaves.

   "Ah, Richard!  Good to see you!  And this lovely young lady is your
daughter, Laura?  It's a pleasure to meet you at last my dear.  Richard has
often mentioned how proud he is of you.  And no wonder.  Well, if you would
come this way..."

   He holds open the door, and her father leads through, saying to the
doctor- "James, I won't stay, of course.  Have some things I must see to in
town.  Just came to do introductions." The doctor closes the door, and
motions them to chairs in front of his desk.  This room is also in a modern
style, and well lit.  There are large windows along one wall, but with
translucent white drapes pulled shut.  Another section of the room is
blocked off with a line of sliding curtains, now closed.  Laura sits, but
her father remains standing.

   "Now Laura, remember what I said.  It is important to do as James says,
and be open and honest with him.  No sense going to a doctor then going all
shy!  I'll be back later to collect you when you are done here."

   He turns back to the doctor.  "James, as you know, this is Laura's first
examination.  She's rather shy at times, but as we discussed, she'll have
to learn to get past that.  She's growing to be a woman now, and so I think
the full routine is appropriate, as with Lady Croft.  I'm sure you'll be as
thorough as usual, and my business may well take some time so don't rush
things on my account.  When you are done, if you'll call me on my car
phone, I'll return for her." He pauses, and Laura thinks she sees a brief,
strange look on his face.  "Hummm...  I do have to be back at Abbingdon by
six this evening though.  So I'd hope any <ahem> extended procedures you
may require could be completed before, say five PM."

   The doctor gazes neutrally and silently at her father for several
moments, then nods.  "Very well.  Good day to you then, Lord Croft." Her
father exits, with one last firm glance at Laura before he closes the door.
"Remember what I said now!  I'll be expecting you to behave yourself young
lady."

   Floating down the river, naked, her fingers stroking teasingly at her
sex, she says softly to herself "But dad, you never did explain what you
meant by 'behave yourself'.  I tried to be good.  I really did.  But I
didn't know it was going to...  to be so, so physical."

   She has been noticing something unusual about this recollection.  The
details seem incredibly vivid and detailed, much more so than any other
time she's thought about that visit.  Why, she could even read the
lettering on the doctor's plaque!  She can recall exactly what people said,
and how she felt, and thought.  It's very strange...  but quite
fascinating. She wonders if it has something to do with her arousal now, or
the disconnected floating feeling of drifting down the river.

   In any case...  she strokes her clitoris softly, its good-aching
hardness reminding her of how she'd sat there in that room, painfully
conscious of the mysterious ache in the secret place between her thighs,
and suddenly realising that this visit might not be the brief half hour or
so she'd imagined.  'What?  Five in the afternoon?!  But it's still only
ten in the morning now!  What could...'

   Her dismay is interrupted by the doctor.  "Well Laura!  Welcome, and
please don't feel concerned.  You look somewhat tense, but please relax. 
Now, since this is your first visit I'd like you to fill out this
questionnaire for the files, and then we'll get started." He hands her a
couple of pages of photocopied text.  "Take your time, but I must stress
that it's important you do your best to answer all questions correctly.  I
have some paperwork to do too, so don't mind me.  If there is anything you
don't understand, just ask, OK?"

   As he speaks she has looked him directly in the eyes for the first time.
They are piercing blue, and seem to drill right into her.  Somehow they
concentrate her attention on his authoritative, smooth rolling words, and
calm her worries.  Shyly, she nods, and takes the pen he offers her.  The
first few questions were simple, name, date of birth, m/f, address, next of
kin, height, weight, and so on.  She'd begun to relax already - this seems
OK - when she came to the first question that confused her.  "Are you
sexually active Y/N?" She wasn't sure what that meant, so couldn't be sure
of her answer.  She pauses, wondering how to ask him what it meant, and why
the question seems to be making her blush.

   After a few moments of indecision, the doctor (who has been discretely
keeping an eye her on while he writes in a journal) asks her "What is the
matter, Laura?"

   "Well...  I...  it asks if I'm ...  um 'sexually...  active'.  But...  I
don't know...  what that means, so...  I don't know." She feels like she
must be stupid, but she did try to be honest.  She looks at Dr Prott,
expecting him to say something disapproving.  Like her teachers when she
makes a dumb mistake.

   Instead, he simply leans back in his chair, with a sort of 'Ah!' look on
his face, and interleaves his fingers, tapping his thumbs together.  He is
silent for some moments, then elaborates.  "Ah." More silence.  Then he
shakes himself very slightly, and sits back up straight.  Leans forward and
smiles warmly at her, greatly relieving her nervousness.  His eyes catch
and hold hers again as he speaks warmly.

   "Oh, I'm sorry Laura, I guess I should have made those questions a bit
clearer.  That one means do you have a boyfriend that you make love with. I
expect the answer is no, or you wouldn't be asking.  Don't feel bad about
it.  Those forms are usually filled out by people much older than you,
who've had more experience of the ways of the world.  Not your fault.  I'd
better help you with the rest of the questions too, since you may find some
further difficulties there.  You don't have a boyfriend, right?"

   "N...  no." She ticks the NO[] box, while wondering what 'making love'
is exactly.  The next question is even more mysterious.  "Do you masturbate
Y/N?" She hasn't even heard of the word 'masturbate' before, so is
completely lost.

   He watches her hesitating again.  "This one...  You don't know?" "No. 
Uh, what does masti..  masturbate mean?" She stumbles over the
pronunciation, unsure how it should sound.

   This time Dr Prott seems to find nothing unusual in her question.  He
starts into a careful explanation - but she finds his description very
surprising.  "Well now...  some people, once they are sexually mature,
develop a habit in which they touch and manipulate their private parts, to
sexually stimulate themselves.  Its generally considered a rather nasty
habit, and one I'm glad you haven't taken up, by the sounds of it, right?"

   "Their...  their private parts?  You mean they touch...?"

   "Yes, between their legs.  That's right Laura.  So I expect that one is
a NO on your form too, right?"

   She firmly ticks the NO[] box, agreeing.  Only why she is blushing so
hotly, she has no idea.  She fidgets in the chair, wishing her own private
parts were not feeling so...  uncomfortable.

   "Hmmm, Laura, I think perhaps we needn't bother with the rest of those
questions." He reaches out and takes the sheets back, just as she was
wondering what "Have you ever had an STD?  Y/N" might mean.

   On her back in the river, with her hips shuddering in heat as she teases
herself mercilessly, letting the aching need build ever so slowly,
expanding to fill her whole body, she thinks what a naive young girl she
was back then.  She'd had absolutely no idea.  Since her mother's death
when she was nine, she'd grown up in a kind of 'girl stuff' information
vacuum, as her life at Abbingdon exposed her to virtually no one but her
father, the very reserved house staff, and her tutors.  She really had
begun to warm to the kindly old doctor, who seemed so warm and
understanding to her.  The next part of her visit had been comfortable too,
as he'd taken her temperature, blood pressure, listened to her chest, felt
her pulse, and so on, much as with a visit to any other doctor.  All the
time he'd kept up a distracting, reassuring chatter in that smooth voice of
his.  She'd found herself quite fascinated by that voice, and somehow his
eyes when they caught hers, seemed to focus her whole attention onto the
flow of his voice.

   But then it had changed.  Dr Prott had been jotting some more notes for
a few moments as she sat, waiting.  Then he looked up at her, and
instructed cheerfully- "Now, next we need to examine your breasts.  I see
that your dress is a one piece, and you'll be needing to take it off later
anyway.  So could you please step behind the screen there and remove your
dress.  Undergarments as well."

   She looks around, disconcerted, and sees that there is a folding screen
behind her, that had been hidden by the door when they entered.  Then his
final words sink in, and she looks back at him in shock.

   "Did..  did you say...  my..?"

   He looks back at her, neutrally.  "Yes, your underwear.  Or did you want
to have to undress twice?  You'll need to remove everything in a moment
anyway, so better all in one go.  You'll find it easier to get used to this
way." He smiles, reassuringly, his intense blue eyes holding hers.  "Laura,
I understand you may feel shy over being naked, but here you are, at a
doctor's, to be examined.  Being embarrassed about revealing your body
isn't really helpful or useful, now is it?  So...  please..." He points at
the curtained off corner.  "Let's get on with it, shall we?"

   She stands, hesitantly, and doesn't think she has ever blushed as hotly
as she is now.  Her father's admonition echoing in her mind, she cannot see
any way to avoid this, and anyway, her feet seem to be carrying her to the
screen before she can even consider the matter.  Once behind the screen,
the same process goes on - she can't really think of anything else to do
but proceed as instructed.  The flush of her face is so distracting, that
she finds herself standing with her dress in her hands before she has
worked out where to put it.  There are no hooks or hangars inside the
screen, only a chair just outside, by the door.  Or she could throw her
dress over the top of the quite high screen, which is too high for her to
reach even on tiptoe.  What about her underwear?  She can imagine trying to
toss them onto the screen top, and having them flutter down outside, as if
she had deliberately tossed them over.  Her blush becomes even more
pronounced.  She'll be walking out naked in a moment anyway...  so she
steps out, in panties and bra, to drape her dress carefully over the back
of the chair.  Turning, she briefly sees Dr Prott looking up from his
writing, startled, as she ducks back behind the screen.  For...  the next
part.

   Resolutely, she quickly unhooks her bra, and slips it off.  Then slides
her panties down her legs and off as well.  As she steps out, blushing even
more fiercely and places her things neatly on the chair, she is relieved to
see that the doctor is not looking at her.  He's busy with something on his
desk.  It turns out to be an intercom, as he speaks.

   "Hiromi?" There is a pause, then a rather terse "What?" from the
speaker. Dr Prott snorts softly, amused.  "If I may have your attention for
a moment, though I'm sure your translations are gripping, do you have any
idea where the clothes hangers from the change screen might have got to?"

   Laura sits back down in her chair, somewhat distracted from her
embarrassment by this scene.  There is a noise over the intercom that might
have been an exasperated exhalation, then several moments of silence before
Hiromi replies.

   "Well I didn't move them.  They were there before Mrs Wilson came in
this morning.  Where did she get dressed?"

   "I'm not sure...  I was washing up in back.  Perhaps she moved over to
the couch to dress.  Hiromi, could you be a dear and hunt them down?  Miss
Croft's garments are on the chair by the door."

   He releases the intercom button, but not before a muttered "Motherfu" is
cut off by the disconnection <click>.

   The doctor was turning back to Laura, but freezes, half turned.  After a
moment he blinks twice, then completes his turn, to consider Laura silently
for several moments more.  He seems to be thinking of something else, not
really seeing her.  He shakes his head.  "Tsk tsk.  She does get so
engrossed in her translations.  I do wish she'd try to remember she's not
in Texas any more.  Such language! ...  Where were we?  Ah yes, the
breasts. Now Laura, what we will be do..."

   He is interrupted as the door to reception opens briskly, and Hiromi
strides through, in tight blue jeans, black leather high heeled boots, and
a loose fitting orange casual top.  Laura cringes in shock, but Hiromi
ignores her and slips behind the curtain dividing the room.  There are
sounds of her walking around back there, as Dr Prott continues.  Laura
finds herself trying to think about three things at once - what the doctor
is saying, that Hiromi saw her naked, and strangely dominating the others -
how very short Hiromi is, even in the high heels.  She hadn't realised,
with the girl sitting behind her counter top.

   "Ahem..  What we will do, is palpitate around and on the breasts for
lumps.  This is a check every woman should have done yearly, to discover
any possible tumours at an early stage.  I'll have you lie down on the
bench back there; its quite comfortable.  This check takes a while and..."

   Laura finds herself distracted from the doctor's lengthy explanation by
the return of Hiromi, who bustles back out from behind the curtain with
some clothes hangers in hand.  She looks right at Laura, and winks,
mischievously and with a lovely smile, apparently fully over her annoyance
at being asked to go fetch.

   As she walks behind Laura's chair, Laura wishes very much that the chair
she is sitting on wasn't an open-backed affair, with verticals only at the
sides.  'If Hiromi looks towards me, she will see my...  my bottom!' But
she can't turn around to see if Hiromi is looking, because then she'd be
even more exposed....  She cringes, trying to shrink herself very small. 
There are rustling sounds, and then clinkings behind her, then the sound of
the door opening and closing, to more boot heel clicks.  For some reason,
Laura becomes intensely aware again of the itchy ache between her legs.

   The doctor continues.  "That's better.  We wouldn't want that fine dress
to be creased.  Never mind Hiromi, she's a lovely girl, bright spark.  Over
here on a working holiday- Escape from Texas and all that.  Place full of
racists and rednecks, like a lot of the USA, you know.  Good thing she's
out of it.  Going on to Australia next she says, for a year of beaches in
summer, then skiing in winter.  Lucky girl, don't you think?  Funny sense
of humour though.  She mentioned quite seriously that she intends to hunt
down some unwanted Australian admirer with dogs and assassinate him.  Seems
she's not a fan of his writing.  Hopefully she was just kidding.  Now, as I
was saying, this check takes a while, and as I gather you are finding this
all a bit worrying, I've a little exercise I'd like you to concentrate on
to help you relax."

   He stands, and walks to a join in the dividing curtain, holding it
aside. "If you will please step this way, Laura?" He gestures, arm extended
into the other space, his eyes locking hers with a direct and commanding
gaze.

   Once again Laura finds herself acting before she can work through the
complexities of emotion she is feeling.  She is standing, and walking
towards the doctor while still preoccupied with that itch, and remembering
that she should have to mention it to the doctor.  And that...  red thing.
She is afraid to look down at herself, to see if it is there now.  It feels
like it might be.  Dare she look?  What if it is, and he can see it
already? What if...

   She finds herself being guided by the doctor's hand on her shoulder, to
a waist high padded bench.  The rest of the room barely registers, as he
speaks.  "If you will just lie down here, on your back please. ....  good,
thank you.  Now, rest your arms by your sides...  you'll feel much more
relaxed soon.  Do you see the crystal hanging there from the ceiling?  See
how it catches the sunlight, and the rainbows that swing round and round as
it turns in the air.  Rainbows are so restful, don't you think?  I'd like
you to watch the rainbows, and think about how they are the colours of the
sun, all spread out.  See them spinning, slowly, round and round...  Just
concentrate on the colours, and you will feel relaxed...  You see...  so
relaxed...  Now, I'm going to be pressing here...  around your breasts,
softly, like the rainbows, moving around and around, slowly, softly around
the circle...  you can let yourself drift, drift like the rainbows, just
drifting, a little sleepy...  rainbows and light, spreading out and feeling
sleepy, sleepy and drifting away...  calming, you are feeling yourself
slowing down, circling, softly with the rainbows, drifting and circling,
softly, becoming quiet, worries slipping away as you feel sleepy...  the
rainbows carry you into peace and calm...  you are feeling so warm and
calm, sleepy....  sleep....





   Drifting on the river, Laura is finding that there seems to be some kind
of dream within the daydream at this point.  She can remember...  its odd,
she doesn't now remember ever recalling that spinning crystal before, when
she thought about that visit.  She'd always thought he'd just spent a long
time pressing her breasts all over, while chatting to her calmingly.  So
calming, that although she'd been terribly embarrassed at first, she had
quickly relaxed and lay here accepting everything that happened.  Including
that the feelings between her legs had grown even stronger with his touches
on her breasts, and she'd seemed to become out of breath, and she'd found
that her hips insisted on making small tensing thrusts.

   But now...  she can remember that there was more...  as if he had talked
to her for a very long time, as she lay there with the feel of his hands
moving on her breasts.  At first she can't recall more clearly.  Just
feeling a drifting sensation, much like now.  She remembers also having an
incredibly intense and urgent hot excitement, centred in her crotch, but
also her breasts.  So intense her breathing was coming in short panting
gasps, and her hips tensing and flexing without her conscious control.  Her
memories of this interval, before, were always brief and quickly moved on
to latter events of that day.  But now, as she puzzles at this misty
interval the mists draw back before an unfelt wind, and she recalls the
entire feeling vividly, as if she is back there again.  God!  The memory is
so strange!  She can feel how intensely aroused she was, and how intensely
embarrassed, but also remember the strange kind of passive unquestioning
mental state, that had her simply lying there, arms limp at her sides,
staring up at the ceiling and the spinning crystal.  Not even wishing she
could do anything about the feelings in her body.  Not wondering what they
were, or why.  Just feeling, the intensity blinding her, as if she stared
unblinking into the sun.

   And then he had her get up, and...  no...  wait...  that was after... 
there was something more...  that girl...  Laura finds that something is
drifting up in her memory, as if popping to the surface of the river like a
bubble of gas from deeply sunken sediment.  Something she has never
recalled before.  Something more that happened as she was lying there,
semi-dozing.  There was a time when the doctor wasn't near her...  talking,
but not talking to her...  she can...  remember...  she just hears the
voices nearby, as she stares up at the ceiling....  He was talking to
Hiromi, a low even monologue...  only a fragment comes to her.

   "...deeper and deeper.  So deeply asleep...  You can hear my voice, and
understand only my voice.  You are sleeping and listening to my voice, and
you will understand and what I say is true.  You will always remember what
I say, and do what I say, and be what I say and believe what I say to you
now.  What I say is you, Hiromi, are as good as anyone else.  You are a
strong, brave, calm person.  All your anger and hurt from your past, from
the racists, from the fools, is melting away.  It is gone.  You feel calm,
and happy, and strong.  You enjoy life, you love life and yourself, your
beauty *and* your mind.  You have nothing to be ashamed of, no need to be
offended by other's failings, no need to run away from people who admire
you.  You are confident and active, and working to achieve your goals in
life, without anxiety or fear.  You will understand when people admire you,
that they admire _you_, for yourself, not just for your race, or gender or
some other superficial attribute.  You _are_ you, and that includes both
your race and sex, so you will stop expecting everyone to be interested in
'you', while ignoring part of what you are - a very fine looking clever
Asian girl.  You will be confident in yourself, in your strength and
flexibility, and so be able to bend and adapt to others when you wish,
without fear that you might break.  You will not break, because you are
flexible and calm.

   You can listen to other's ideas and discuss them fairly, even if you
disagree.  Criticism will help you learn about yourself, it will not make
you feel uncomfortable and want to shut the person out.  There are a great
many things and ideas in the world that you still know nothing of, and you
will find learning new things a joy.  People who tell you things you don't
know are being kind, not trying to attack you.  You will be able to listen,
and consider the ideas, not dismiss the bearer out of hand.  You do not
need to wield absolute power over discussions on your web forum - let the
majority take care of the nuisances for you.  You are not Stalin, and you
don't need to delete histories that you don't like.  You will get a more
interesting class of readers and posters, if you quit kicking out anyone
who shows up with some spine and opinions that surprise you.  There is no
moral or logical victory to be had by rigidly shutting someone out, simply
for being different.  That way lies only insularity and stasis.  Allow
yourself to be challenged by the unexpected, and the unexpected and wild
will come to you, and help you grow.

   And you will fucking stop swearing all the time, when it isn't
appropriate.  Especially not in my rooms or you will get your charmingly
formed arse fired.  Use swearing wisely, never automatically and not at
people who are trying to help you out by permitting you to earn some extra
cash by doing your own interpreting jobs on the side while working here. 
All these things you will remember deep inside.  You will not remember that
I told you these things, or anything else that happens here today.

   But you will always know what I told you now, as part of yourself, part
of what you are.  Everything that happens here today with Miss Croft will
seem perfectly normal to you, and you will assist me as required, as you
would with any other patient.  After you leave here today you will remember
only that Miss Croft visited today for some standard tests, and nothing
unusual occurred."



   Laura is astonished at what she is remembering.  Perhaps she is somehow
making this up?  How could she remember all that, even if it was real?  And
it feels so...  strangely like some kind of...  not a dream exactly, but...
weird.  It is so detailed, she can even hear the intonation.  But it
doesn't come with any sense of how _she_ was reacting to hear it.  As if
she was just some sort of passive recording machine, lying there on the
bench, panting with the heat in her body, yet unthinking, unjudging.

   She never had recalled this before, she is sure.  Now she has, if it is
real, the whole episode becomes clear.  Prott had hypnotised Hiromi!  It's
obvious now.  That explains some things she remembers about Hiromi, later
that day.  Something she'd always thought very odd and unexplainable about
her memories of the events.

   Oh god...  even skirting close to thinking about ...later...  makes her
want so badly to let herself come *right* *now*.  She is feeling so hot its
amazing the river water isn't boiling into steam all around her.  Her clit
is so hard it pulses painfully with every heartbeat, and now she can stroke
it with one fingertip, and it doesn't slip aside.  She could come...  just
one firm stroke...  but she resists, fascinated with the line of these
revelations.  Some freak of memory this is- who knows if it can be repeated
another time, or even after she comes?  She wants to know more of what
happened that day.  She lets a single finger barely graze across the tip of
her hypersensitive clit, shuddering at the touch.  Ohhhhh godddd.....  She
remembers now what he made poor Hiromi do next.

   He had paused in his stream of words to the hypnotised Hiromi.  Time
seemed undefined in this memory, and she had no idea how long he'd remained
silent.  Then...  "There is still the matter of your swearing on the
intercom in the hearing of a patient.  That cannot go unaddressed.  Hmmm...
Unaddressed or undressed...  Hiromi, on awakening you will remove your
boots, jeans, and panties.  You will then go back out and continue with
your work at reception, naked below the waist.  You shall remain that way
the rest of the working day.  You will be aware of your condition, and it
will intensely embarrass you, but you will not want to or be able to dress
yourself.  You will not know why you do not, you will not even think about
it.  You will just know that today you are semi-naked at work."

   "I don't expect any other visitors today, but if anyone does come in,
remain seated and they won't know.  But you will know.  Also, whenever
there is no one there, you will feel compelled to masturbate, but only to
just shy of orgasm, at which point you will feel compelled to stop
masturbating until you have completed another page of translation.  Then
you will begin again until near orgasm, and so on.  When anyone comes in
from outside, you will announce them to me as usual, then ask 'may I?' If I
say 'you may' you will immediately masturbate to orgasm.  You will remember
for today that I have given you these instructions, and that you must obey
them, but you will not know why you do.  Once you leave at the end of the
day, you will forget all about your semi-nakedness today too.  Now, in a
moment you will awaken and then you will undress as instructed, place your
clothes on the chair by the door, then go to your desk.  I will call you
when I need you.  You will awaken when I count to three, and you will not
remember having been asleep.  You are starting to come awake, one... 
nearly awake....  two...  and...  three.....  Thank you Hiromi, could you
file these notes for me please?"

   She remembers a pause, then Hiromi's voice sounding a little perplexed.
"Sure doc.  Oh!  I almost forgot, I'd better undress now, just a moment."

   "Thats fine Hiromi, if you do that over by the chair, I can get back to
my patient."

   Laura is stunned, in addition to being in near-orgasm overload.  She'd
thought Dr Prott was such a dry and proper old fellow.  Seems she was
greatly mistaken.  She's lucky he didn't try anything strange like that
with her!  She wonders why he didn't, considering that he probably could
have hypnotised her too if he'd wanted to.  Maybe that he was apparently on
such close terms with her father?  In any case, he'd certainly been nothing
but kind and correct with her, and gone to great lengths to help her feel
as comfortable as possible through the rest of the day's quite lengthy
procedures.

   She remembers...  after Hiromi left the room, still unseen by Laura, Dr
Prott had come back over to her.  He'd loomed above her, as she lay staring
at the ceiling.  This part she had always remembered, as near the very end
of the breast exam.  She'd been still burning with the heat she didn't
recognise or feel any wish to change, when he'd placed his hands on her
breasts again, clasping them firmly, kneading and squeezing.  He'd
continued for some while, working repeatedly closer to her nipples, then
rolling them between his fingertips softly for a while to check them, then
returning to testing her entire breast mass for lumps.  She always sort of
recalled this bit, but now...  there is a lot more clarity.

   Gradually, as he examined her breasts so professionally, he started to
softly remark on the colours of the crystal's rainbows, and she found her
mind filling again with their steady sweeping orbits, and his smooth voice.

   "...  and the colours, all around and inside you, filling every part of
you, bringing that feeling of yearning, that need that has your pulse
racing, and your breath so fast, and your secret place so full of aching
pressure and emptiness at once that you wish you could faint, but you
can't, and it just goes on and on, as you ache for some way to find
release, but you don't know how and you think you'd like to touch there to
rub that itch, but you know you must not, and what if someone knew, and
that makes the itch worse, and you are closing your eyes now with the
feelings in your body so intense, closing your eyes, and you can't see the
colours any more, the feelings are always so strong and demanding as you
slip into sleep, into deeper sleep while you can still hear my voice, but
the colours are wonderful pleasure and frustration at the same time and
they work into every part of your mind and you know they will never ever
really go away now, and you are asleep, deeply asleep, but your body stays
so hot and excited, and in your dreams the heat creeps in, so you imagine
your body, naked as it is now, naked and open and excited, discovered by
others in its shameful need and wanting, and you know that they will do
things to you that feel so good, and make that need and wanting stronger,
and you wish they would.  And wishing makes you ashamed, but even more
excited, and you know they would know you wanted them to, and so they will,
and you are drifting deeply asleep, and I'm going to count to three and on
three you will wake and remember that you have been having your breast
exam. You will forget that I gave you all those instructions, but
everything I've told you will be still be there inside.  You will feel so
excited you can hardly bear it, but you will bear it, and we shall go on
with your tests with everything normal and ordinary, no matter what you
feel or experience, and in your deep, deep sleep you hear me counting,
one...  and you begin to awake, two...  nearly awake, three..."

   "All right Laura, your breasts seem to be perfectly healthy, you see? 
So that's done.  Did you manage to relax for that?  You seemed to almost
fall asleep for a little while there.  Feeling OK?"

   She'd gasped, feeling that she'd just woken from sleep.  She had
thought...  she had.  Her body is on fire, with that same troubling heat
she has felt lately, but oh so much more intensely now.  Her hands clench,
then circle restlessly by her sides, finally coming to rest palms flat
against her thighs above her knees.  She wants to stroke...  something. 
Ohh...  her hands rub up and down her thighs, fingers splayed.  She is
panting, as if she can't catch her breath.  She can feel her whole body
undulating, as if it wants...  she doesn't know what.  The doctor is still
stroking her breasts, and that seems to be something like what she wants,
as she finds herself arching up to press against his contact.  She realises
he asked her a question.

   "I...  uh...  uh...  I'm...  OK....  ohhhh...  hooooohhhh....  I
feel.... hoooooohhhhhh..."

   "Ah, a little excited?  The breast exam can do that sometimes.  Next
we'll do the pelvic inspection...  but first....  I notice you have quite a
prominent clitoris, currently erect.  Here, you see?  Do you know what a
clitoris is?"

   She'd lifted up her head to look down to where he was pointing, and
discovered that his fingertip was nearly touching... .that...  red thing
poking out from her secret place again.  For a moment she feels a flash of
that panic she'd felt when she saw it before, at her toilet.  But then the
panic goes as quickly as it came, and she finds herself still looking at
the thing between her legs, and feeling...  only that same breathless
excitement.  Its all right, the doctor is going to tell her...

   "Oh...  uh..  noooo...  I oohhhhh...  don't....  ohhhhhhh....  I saw it
ouuuhhh...  before, and...  oouuhhhhh was afraid it....  ouhhhhhhh...  was
something ouuhhhhh wrong...  with me."

   "Hmmmm..  No, no, it's perfectly normal Laura.  Nothing to worry about.
It will always grow firm and poke out like that when your body is excited,
and you'll find that your body will often become excited as you mature. 
More and more often...  and you will find yourself feeling urges and
desires that become very strong...  extremely strong at times, but it is
best to resist them.  You will find that the longer you do resist, the more
intense the desires will become to relieve the urges.  But resist... 
resist...  you must think about how shameful it would be if someone were to
find you touching yourself here, touching yourself and masturbating...  you
will think what might happen then...  if you were caught.  You'd be
punished for being naughty, and do you know how naughty girls who play with
their privates are punished Laura?  They are punished _here_ Laura...  and
here...  where it is very, very shameful and exciting to be punished.  In a
little while, you will discover exactly how shameful and exciting."

   As he says 'here' the first time, he moves his fingers to stroke along
Laura's clitoris, which he manipulates briefly, before slipping his fingers
down to press them against her privates below there.  The feelings are like
nothing she has ever experienced!  A lightning stroke of intensity, of
power, of roaring response in her body, that lasts much longer than his
brief touches.  Her body seems to become more breathless, and she feels
that it wants those touches to continue.  But she still remains calm in her
mind, accepting the experiences as they come.  The doctor knows best.

   "You'll be most surprised.  But of course it's all normal for an
examination.  Come along, stand up now, and step over here.  Here, I'll
help you.  Up you get...  that's it..  now this way...  good, don't worry,
its all normal and routine, you're feeling a little dizzy aren't you? 
Nothing to be worried about, come and lie down on this chair.  Its
comfortable, and see, it has places to rest your feet...  there, that's the
way...  comfy, yes?  Just relax, let your knees fall outwards, that's
right...  put your hands here, and you are feeling very limp now, and your
hands are falling limp on the rests, and they'll stay there until I say you
can move them, and you'll forget about them as the sensations in your body
seem so intense, and urgent, and you'll pay attention to them, and let them
flow over you and all around you, all around and through you, as we go on
to the next part of the examination, which will all be normal and routine
no matter how intense the feelings grow."

   She had been slow to rise when he first told her to stand, and he'd
helpfully slipped a palm behind her shoulders, and his other hand cupping
her breast, two fingers gripping her stiff-feeling nipple.  He'd lifted
her, and she had indeed been feeling quite dizzy and slow.  Once she was
standing, he'd led her kindly by the nipple over to something that looked
like a very complicated chair, with all sorts of chromed and jointed bits
sticking out, supporting various padded rests.  Sitting herself down in it,
she'd found that her body lay right back, and her feet lifted up and fitted
into padded things much like fluffy lined boots, that come quite high up
her shins.  As he keeps talking to her calmly, she feels her ankles being
gripped closely as he does something with the foot holders.  They are quite
warm and cosy.  She lets her knees fall widely apart at his suggestion,
while at the same time her feet swing even further apart.  She thinks that
she must be supposed to be spread so widely open like this, with her secret
place very definitely not secret now.  Or the doctor wouldn't have pushed
her feet so wide.

   "Now, you'll find that sometimes your body will want to toss around as
we proceed, and you might fall off the chair and hurt yourself.  So I'll
help you by fitting a few straps, here, lay your head right back, that's
right, and here...  and here..."

   She finds that the head rest is quite far back, and as she lets herself
relax back into it, she loses sight of her body entirely.  He fits a wide
strap over her forehead, and tightens it.  She realises that even if she
wanted to look at herself now, she couldn't.  Next she feels another strap
fitting over her chest above her breasts, and under her armpits.  Then two
more over her arms, just above the elbow.

   "There now.  Next, we tilt back a bit more..." The whole chair swings
back, lowering her head, and bringing her hips and legs to be the highest
points.  The backrest changes shape too, with the portion under her rear
dropping away somewhat, so her back is more arched.  Her back tenses at the
movement, and she finds that her hips have a great deal of freedom to move
up and down.  In fact, her whole torso does, except for the area of her
shoulder blades, which are held against the chair by the strap over her
upper chest.  Her hips sink back to the rest.  The fastenings on her lower
legs seem to have become locked at an angle that prevents her from bringing
her knees closer together.  She realises that when her hips lift up, as
they seem to want to do all by themselves, she is pushing her wide open
secret place straight up into the air, where the doctor can see everything.
And could touch...  She remembers that flash of intense feeling when he did
touch here there.  Her hips seem to remember too, and thrust sharply up all
on their own.  She feels very glad he is such a kind, professional doctor,
even though this position is _so_ embarrassing, there's nothing to worry
about.  She is proud of herself for being very good so far, and determined
to make no mistakes.

   "All right.  Now...  since you seem to be entirely unaware of your
sexual parts, a little instruction as we proceed.  Just close your eyes,
listen to my voice, and concentrate on what you feel.  Relax, let your hips
fall back, they are feeling heavy, and so relaxed, you don't want to lift
them, you can't lift them, no matter if you wanted too, as you feel my
finger parting your secret lips that are so swollen and hot and itchy with
your excitement.  You can feel my finger sliding in the slippery wetness,
that is your sexual lubricating fluid, that will always be produced in
large amounts whenever you are feeling even slightly excited.  That
slippery wet feeling, you find it so shameful, yet exciting to think of
what it is for...  which is to help fill the hot emptiness back here... 
you feel my finger going inside here...  sliding in with your lubrication,
deep inside...  this is your vagina.  Its purpose is to receive the male
penis, which is typically hard, long, and thick..  much much more than my
fingers.  Here is a replica penis...  open your eyes for a moment..."

   She does, and in front of her eyes she sees his hand holding a strange,
irregularly ribbed rubbery cylinder, with a bulging head at one end.  It
seems very large...  She stares at it, blankly.  Does something like that
go inside her?  In her...  vagina?

   "Close your eyes again.  Thats right, your eyelids are so heavy, you
cannot open them.  Concentrate on the image of that penis, as you feel my
finger moving inside you, sliding in, and out...  in....  you badly want to
feel more...  your muscles squeeze down on my finger, and relax, and
squeeze, and that feels very good to you, but so very empty.  You will find
that whenever you are very aroused, your vagina will have such
contractions, as it yearns for something inside.  Something much bigger
than this finger...  Now, I'm holding my finger still, with only the tip
inside you.  Feel how frustrating that is!  If only you could move your
hips!  And now I've taken it out...  and you can feel the penis pressing
against your lips, and you feel so empty inside, and all it would take
would be one push upwards with your hips, and now you can move your hips,
and you push, and there it goes, popping inside so easily and its so big
and long, and you can keep pushing up and up, and there is more and more of
it, filling you so deeply...  so nice to squeeze tightly down on, as you
thrust your hips up and down, that's it, push, and lower, push...  there,
that's right..."

   She remembers how astonishingly good that had felt.  So good she'd
thought of nothing but to thrust her hips as he'd said.  She'd heard some
clinking noises that barely registered, then the penis had taken on a more
solid feeling, as if it no longer shifted at all when she thrust herself up
onto it.  Even better!

   "There!  That's locked in position now.  You will keep on pushing
yourself onto the penis, as you are, for the next part of our examination.
This time, we will be checking whether your body's sexual reflexes can
achieve orgasm via vaginal stimulation alone.  Keep going, that's it, push,
push...  you'll begin to feel a kind of hot tension building inside...  an
urgency, a need to go faster and faster...  this is expected...  let it
build, don't be afraid, its all normal...  You feel the sensation growing
till you think you'll explode, but you won't, you'll just keep on
thrusting...  you find that you want more and more to cry out as your
breath comes faster, as you want to scream with the tension...  this is
normal...  you are unable to hold your cries...  that's good!  Cry out...
push...."

   Her memories of this part are so vivid!  This is one part of that whole
examination that has always stood out in her memories of that day.  She
hadn't known what to expect, but had become so totally carried away with
the feelings, had been yelling and moaning so loudly, that she'd been quite
unable to hear anything more that the doctor had said to her.  She'd lost
herself in the unbelievably intense sensations of that rubber penis, that
had felt so huge inside her, as her whole body had wound up like some kind
of spring driven thrusting clockwork machine, pounding away the seconds
until...  just as she believed she could not possibly stand it a moment
longer, but her hips had kept on driving the penis in anyway...  Her
consciousness suddenly exploded with an all-obliterating chime of pure
ecstasy.  Her mind felt like a gong, struck in the pleasure centre with a
huge hammer, her whole body shuddering in resonance to the ringing,
unbearable, heavenly note.  It faded slightly, then her hips gave another
jerk, and the note struck fully again.  And again...  And again...  She had
no way of telling how many times it happened, as one who lies half asleep,
half dreaming as a clock chimes midnight.  In dreams, one cannot count.

   Gradually, she'd become so out of breath that her own cries became
faint, and she once again became aware of the doctor speaking to her.

   "Well, that appears to settle that question satisfactorily.  You are
feeling calmer now, and relaxing, letting your hips drop back and rest. 
That's it, your breathing is slowing, but you still feel the head of the
penis in your vagina, and you can feel a little of the tension remaining.
You are relaxed, enjoying the glow from your orgasm.  So relaxed, you
cannot move your hips at all...  totally limp, but still that need
inside... I'll reposition the penis...  so its horizontal, and sliding it
fully inside...  deep inside now, even deeper than you felt it before. 
Pushing hard up inside you, till you feel it push your womb.  Lock it in
place.  There.  You wish you could move, to feel it move inside, but you
can't.  You are so limp and relaxed, all you can do is squeeze your vagina
on the penis, wishing it would move.  There, just so..  squeeze...  and
relax, squeeze..  relax...  How you wish it would move!  It doesn't move...
instead...  it vibrates!  Ah ha!  That startled you, didn't it?  But you
are relaxed, this is just a normal examination, you are so relaxed that
your eyes fall shut, but you are awake, and feeling everything intensely,
as the penis throbs inside you, and all you can do is squeeze down on it,
as you feel it exciting you again...  forcefully, uncontrollably,
irresistibly...  you think you'd like to wait, to slow down, to hold it
back.  You try...  try to stop the tension building.  You tell yourself
that its only a sensation, its your body, and you can control it...  but
you can't.  That feeling keeps building, doesn't it?  There's nothing you
can do to stop it, once it's started.  You can't make yourself even fight
it any more.  It becomes a driving need, beyond you ability to hold back.
I've told you that masturbation is a nasty, shameful habit, sure to get you
into trouble once begun.  Because it is an addiction - once you begin, the
sensations take over your body, and you cannot resist.  Feel that need
growing, growing, sense the power of it.  So hard to fight it once it gets
a hold.  Once your body's desire becomes so strong that it overcomes your
will power and you begin to masturbate, you will find it overpowers your
resistance, and you will be unable to stop yourself.  You will struggle to
stop, to hold off, to postpone the ultimate shameful abandonment of self
control in orgasm.  You will always try though, try to resist, to hold off,
to stop.  You will think of what would happen if someone discovered you in
your shameful self-abuse.  Imagine- you will never be able to orgasm
quietly, and suppose someone heard your cries!  What would your punishment
be?  Imagine!  Suppose they decided to match your punishment to your guilty
actions!  They might administer the same as your naughty actions, but
without the release!  Imagine being kept excited, but always just short of
that moment you experienced just now!  An exquisite, delectable torment. 
Don't you think that would be a fitting punishment for a naughty girl? 
Feel that intense tension growing in you now...  consider how it will be to
be unable to relieve it.  Or if you did not allow yourself to relieve it,
when you are masturbating, and you know you should be punished for being so
nasty, and so you imagine you are not permitted to orgasm."



   In the years since, whenever she recalls this part of her examination
she is amazed at how accurate doctor's Prott's good advice had been.  He
had warned her about masturbation, yet it seemed that in the months after
that first visit her body's desires (as she had then come to recognise
those feelings in her private places) had grown ever more insistent.  It
didn't help that she'd had the memories of the rest of that day's
examination, and the multiple orgasms she'd been required to experience as
the doctor gave her test after test.

   That one with the vibrating rubber penis had continued on for a very
long time.  He'd spent most of that interval warning her of the addictive
nature of masturbation, and how intense sexual desire could become when the
body is overstimulated.  He'd demonstrated by turning down the vibrations
whenever it seemed that her body was edging up to the orgasmic peak.  He'd
wait a while till her moans quietened, and her breathing steadied somewhat,
then he'd turn it up again.  Around the time she'd started whimpering with
desperation, he'd explained that another peril of sexual excitement, is
that in extreme instances it can lead a girl to beg pitifully, and promise
to do literally anything in return for relief.  He'd proven that truth to
her very effectively; before he allowed her another orgasm she had promised
to give him her entire collection of Archaeology Review, to write him a
twenty thousand word essay on the Morphology of Newts, and act as
demonstration gynaecological model for his next lecture at the teaching
hospital.  It had turned out later that he was just kidding, though he'd
kept up the pretence about the lecture for several weeks.  Somehow he'd
even had her dad going along with the pretence, and she'd really thought
she'd have to do it, right up till the day of the lecture.  Even then he
only phoned to say he'd found a substitute for that day, and he might call
on her to fulfil her promise at some future time.

   He'd certainly made his point.  She recalls lying there, feeling limply
unable to move more than a quiver, begging desperately between moans of
panting frustration.  "Ohhhhaaaauuhh!!  Ohhhhuuhhh!  Ooohhh
Pleeeeaaaasee... Ouuuugghhhhh!  Owwwwwwwhhhhhh!  Oohhh !  Ohhh!!!  OhGod!
OhGod!  Ohh!  Ohhhyesss oooo yesss oh please a little bit...  ohgod soooo
ohhh uh!  uh!  uh!  ohh..  uh!  uh!  Ohhhhyess..  oh a so...  uh!  UH UHHH!
Ohhhh OOOOOOOOOOOOOoooo nooooooo!  PLEEEEASE!  OOOHH GODDDddddd don't... 
*please* turn it back oohhhhnnn?  Oh!  Uh UH YESSS!  Uh Uh Oooooo nooo...
please I promised...  I'll do it, pleeese....  anything...ohhhh oh!  Ohhh!
UUUHHH!  OOohhoooonnnoooo....  oh God why are you doing this to me?  Ohhh
OhhhHHH!  OOH!!!...  "

   "I'm doing this as part of a full range of sexual function tests, as
well as a lesson in sexuality for you.  All perfectly routine, Laura.  Now,
time's getting on, and I think we've demonstrated the nature of desire to
you adequately by now.  There's another lesson next.  I tell you what. 
I'll let you orgasm now, on the condition that I then leave the penis in
place and vibrating at full strength for the next half an hour as I write
up my notes."

   Whereupon he had done exactly that.  She felt it buzz into full strength
inside her aching centre, and within moments her second ever orgasm struck.
This one was different - rather than a sequence of peaks, it felt like a
huge wave that washed through her whole body, tumbling her conscience
under, and just kept on tumbling her over and over.  It churned on and on
as her vagina spasmed tightly on the humming shaft so deeply and thickly
skewering her sex.  Gradually, like a rip current pulling her mind into the
depths of lassitude, it ebbed away.  Except that the darned thing was still
thrumming powerfully inside of her, so strongly it was on the edge of
painful now, when she just wanted to rest.

   She wanted to pull herself up off it, but felt so limp, so exhausted
that even if she wasn't strapped in, she'd not be able to move.  She tried
to push it down, out of her, but of course it was fixed in place somehow.
She tried relaxing, she tried clamping down on it.  Nothing made any
difference to that incessant throbbing.  Only, now she could feel some of
that tension coming back.  Her clitoris, that had ceased to ache when she
came, now was beginning to feel itchy and hard again.  Her vagina had begun
clamping and relaxing on the penis again, and each time it did, the throb
in her clit seemed to get worse.

   As she began to pant irregularly again, the doctor had spoken from
somewhere across the room.  "The purpose of this check, is to verify that
your body has the normal multi- orgasmic response to constant strong
stimulation.  You will find it rather taxing, but don't be alarmed, the
feelings are intense but harmless.  You may lose consciousness at times,
but that too is normal."

   There'd been a pause, as her sex absorbed more of the pulsing beat,
winding her higher.

   "Oh by the way.  There are also some who feel that multiple forced
orgasms are a suitable punishment for masturbation.  Especially when
interposed with lengthy periods of abstinence.  I myself consider this view
has some merit, especially when the punishment orgasms are administered in
a humiliating setting such as oh, naked in front of other family members,
the servants, or outdoors.  And combined with some standard chastisement
such as a spanking or paddling.  That's the sort of thing a young woman
should worry about, when weighing her body's lustful urges against the
likelihood of being discovered in the act.  There is another factor too -
when in the grip of sexual need, and torn with the conflict between guilt
and desire, it is difficult to remember to do things like locking doors. 
In fact young ladies with such thoughts on their mind seem to forget
details like door locks so often, that one suspects there is a degree of
guilty subconscious desire to be discovered.  Quite likely, since a decent
young woman who has fallen into the habit of masturbation would naturally
sense that her own willpower was proving insufficient to the task of
controlling her urges, and that stronger measures would be needed.  She'd
be unable to confess her unsavoury practices to those close to her, thus
leaving discovery in the act as her only hope of putting a stop to it.  It
seems as well, that desire for such discovery leads to a preoccupation with
thoughts of its consequences, and heightened sexual tension and libido,
thus further increasing the chance of discovery.  Ah, but I see you about
to endure your third orgasm ever.  You'll notice over the next half hour
that they will become ever more intense and all consuming.  This sort of
learned orgasmic intensity effect is ...."

   She had burst into the cries of orgasm as he spoke, and he'd paused,
waiting for her to finish.  As she eventually did, gasping and sighing at
the still-throbbing vibrations in her now very sensitive vagina.  This one
had hit her by surprise, like a blossoming fireball of heat that rippled
through her body unexpectedly.

   "Good, good, that's the way.  You see how rapidly the desire returns! 
Well, as I was saying, this sort of learned orgasmic intensity effect is
very pronounced over the short term.  It also seems to have a significant
lasting effect as well, where an episode of intense and sequential orgasms
such as you are beginning now, actually conditions the body's nervous
system to exhibit more intense and multiple orgasms overall.  Of course,
that will be of no consequence to you in the next few years, unless you
were to succumb to the temptation to masturbate.

   One thing you will notice though as a result of today's tests, is that
you'll often experience quite vivid recollections of these new and intense
sensations.  I should warn you, that it is natural for such thoughts to be
accompanied by a strong physical response.  Do not be alarmed at this, it
is expected.  Human sexuality is a complex system, in which the mind and
body are closely linked and interacting.  Experiencing these feelings is
part of adulthood, as are these tests to check that your body is healthy
and functioning properly.  Sexual arousal, and sexual desire, are integral
and very powerful components of the mind's and body's reproductive
imperative.  Puberty is the time in which these physical and psychological
urges manifest themselves, and a time in which we must develop the strength
of will to manage them in a civilised fashion.  With some shameful
unfortunates, the desires grow to be greater than the available will, and
masturbation is the result.

   As for these tests, as I warned you, you will find that your mind will
tend to dwell on the sensations.  The physical desires are likely to be
extremely powerful at times...  you recall the promises you made to me a
few minutes ago in order to obtain relief?  I haven't forgotten those, of
course!  Regarding the demonstration modelling, I'll check with your father
but I'm sure he'll be proud to permit your assistance.  Anyway, my point is
that once your body's adult sexual instincts are fully awakenned, and
typically these tests do have that effect, you will find yourself becoming
quite intensely aroused at times.  The accompanying desire for sexual
activity will typically be at least equal to your need earlier today; in
which state the mind can generate intensely sexual and fantastic imaginings
in its subconscious attempts to overcome your civilised willpower, and have
you masturbate yourself to orgasm.  Your dreams particularly will tend to
develop a theme of sexual imagery, since in sleep your conscious will is
virtually absent.

   Frequency and duration of such arousal episodes, awake or asleep, depend
on the individual, time of month, and factors such as inadvertent physical
stimulation, friction with clothing, exercise, and so on.  Quite often it
can occur entirely spontaneously.  Its not unusual for arousal to be quite
persistent and distracting on a daily basis, so don't be alarmed if you
find yourself experiencing this.  This is just something young adults have
to cope with on their own, difficult though it is.

   It is considered incorrect to discuss such feelings, or matters such as
these routine gynaecological tests, in polite company.  Just not done. 
That is what we doctors are here for, after all!

   In any case, I understand your father Lord Croft has very high academic
expectations of you.  So you'll have plenty to keep you busy, and distract
you from the desires of the flesh.  Certainly I'm sure you'll be too busy
with your studies to have time for boyfriends!  And especially, most
definitely, no boyfriends until your father permits it!  That's very
important Laura.  No boyfriends, until your father gives you permission. 
wYou'll remember that, and you won't feel even interested in any boys until
he gives you permission.  No....  Ah, another one already?  Very good! 
Impressive!"

   It impressed her too, though she could have done without it.  She'd had
the bell, and the wave, and the fireball...  this one seemed more like a
freight train.  She sensed it approaching, she was tied on the rails, it
hit with enormous force, and just kept on rolling over her till she dropped
away into blackness, still yelling at the top of her voice.

   When she came round, she discovered that consciousness didn't appear to
be a prerequisite for arousal, since her body was already well on the way
to another orgasm.  This time Prott said nothing, and soon she was
screaming through her clenched teeth again.  He was right, it was more
intense.  This time she didn't quite pass out, but then neither did her
orgasm seem to quite end.  It just tapered off, then began building up
again, her whole body still tingling from the last peak.

   That was the last she clearly remembered of the 'multi-orgasmic' test.
The rest was always a blur of jumbled memories of nearly continuous climax.

   The next thing she can remember clearly is an awareness that the
vibrating penis is absent.  Grasping emptiness, her vagina is still
clenching spasmodically.

   "Ah, you are back with us.  I'm glad these rooms are well soundproofed!
I must say I'm very pleased with how these tests are going, at this early
point.  You appear to be in the peak of health, and you feel your strength
returning and you feel fresh and rested and wide-awake, and you can move
your whole body, including your hands.  You can open your eyes...  There,
hello!  Now, next there's an internal inspection.  This may feel a trifle
cold, since I just now took it out of the refrigerator.  Open wide!  Heh.
No not your mouth, I was joking."

   As he speaks, she feels something very cold press against her sex, and
begin sliding in.  Its *very* cold, icy!  It goes in deeply, and then she
feels it twist around, rotating, then expand forcefully, stretching her. 
He is seated on a roller chair between her widespread thighs, and bending
over, close to her no-longer-so-secret place.  Into which he seems to be
shining a strong flashlight, who's light she can see reflected on the
ceiling above her still strapped down head.  Every time he moves, she can
hear the chair rollers on the hardwood floor.  There is a soft touching
sensation deep inside her, somewhere past the still cool pressure of the
metal instrument holding her open.

   "There, that's the swab done.  We send that off to check all your little
cells in here are happily doing what they are supposed to.  Which I'm sure
they are, by the healthy colour.  Now, next we have another sexual response
test, only this time I'll have you do some muscle exercises as part of the
test.  Just a minute..."

   She hears some clinking sounds, and a rustle of paper.  Then something
touches her inside again.  It presses firmly against her depths, then there
is a sharp sensation of sliding, and whatever it is seems to have slipped
into somewhere even deeper.

   "Good.  Now Laura, that is a tiny sensor probe I have slipped up into
your uterus.  In the lead up to orgasm, and during, the uterus exhibits
various reactions which this probe detects.  The probe is connected to a
little control box down here, which will be monitoring the test.  It also
can tell how hard your vaginal muscles squeeze down on this spreader inside
you...  now, I'd like you to try really hard to grip tightly on that...  as
hard as you can...  come on Laura!  I'm sure you can do better...  There,
good!  You see, can you feel it give slightly when you do that?  Its spring
loaded, and measures how hard you squeeze it.  Now a couple more things,
and we're set."

   With her head strapped back, she can't look at any of these goings on.
But now the doctor draws something large from somewhere under the chair,
and holds it up above her body, where she can see it in the bottom of her
field of view.  It looks like a large square board, with a concave padded
recess in one edge.  As he quickly fits it over her waist, and she hears it
click into place, that recess turns out to press closely around her waist.
The board makes a kind of partition, separating her into an upper and lower
half, with a barrier in between that she can tell her arms could not reach
around.  Then he undoes the strap over her head, and her chest and upper
arms, so her torso is now entirely free.  Smiling down at her, he pats her
reassuringly on the shoulder.

   "There, you'll find that more comfortable.  Feel free to move around as
much as you wish during this.  The partition is just so you can't
accidentally dislodge the sensors.  Now, the best for last..."

   He walks around to between her legs again, and there are more cloth or
paper rustling sounds.  She feels his hands slip something under her rear,
and slide around to her front.  After some more slidings over her hips and
thighs, there is a feeling of an elastic tightness, like a band, around her
waist and down the junctures of her thighs and stomach.  Then another
tugging, and suddenly something soft presses down on that spot he'd called
her clitoris.  She can feel that hard little projection worm slickly into
whatever he is working down onto it.  Then he lets go, and the feeling of
her very sensitive spot being enveloped in something pressing against it
remains, as if it is attached to whatever he has wrapped around her body.
Impulsively she moves her hips, but the harness or whatever it is moves
with her, and so does the thing on her clitoris.  She shakes herself
harder, but it still hangs on, hardly producing any difference in the
sensation of being clasped there.

   "Yes, that little thing is fixed on pretty well, and you can move as
much as you like without disrupting the procedure.  I'll explain how this
goes.  There are two exercises I want you to practice during this test. 
The first, is for you to practice carrying out a breast examination for
yourself.  You should do this regularly, as a precaution.  You mustn't feel
shy or inhibited about this, its most important to check for unusual lumps
quite frequently.  Better to catch them as soon as possible!  As you've
noticed earlier, manipulation of the breasts can be quite arousing, but
that is something one has to bear for a good cause.  In any case, it's very
rare for breast contact alone to induce an orgasm, so one can't consider
this to be a form of masturbation.  Now, I want you to take both hands, and
work around one breast as I did earlier.  Don't be shy...  that's a good
girl.  You recall how I covered the entire breast systematically, with
particular attention to the area around the nipple, and the nipple itself.
So, I want you to continue practicing that.  This will be a fairly lengthy
test, which will be quite distracting.  If you can keep up the breast exam
practice most of the time, you'll find it will become second nature to you
- an easy thing to do in your private moments."

   At first she'd been hesitant to squeeze her breasts as he'd done.  It
was something she'd never ever done before, in the couple of years since
her breasts had grown from nothing.  She'd been quite self-conscious about
them, and although her father had arranged for the house staff to purchase
suitable bras for her, that at least held them firmly for her sports
exercises, she'd mostly tried to ignore them.

   With her fingers pressing deeply into her right breast, and rotating
around, she'd been surprised to find the sensations quite...  interesting.
Perhaps it was the very odd feelings still coming from between her legs
that overcame her inhibition in front of the doctor, but she'd quickly
switched to circling her breast with both hands, and squeezing it outwards,
working down to the nipple as he'd done.  It was quite nice...

   "Very good Laura!  Now, as you continue, I'll explain the major
component of this test.  There are actually several forms of orgasm.  So
far we've ascertained that you can experience vaginal orgasm, and next is
the clitoral orgasm.  In addition, we'll be establishing involvement of the
vaginal musculature, via a little exercise for you.  Now, when I turn this
box down here on, you'll feel some fairly intense sensations in your
clitoris.  As with the penis simulation, if everything is working right
you'll find yourself becoming aroused, and approaching orgasm.  Only this
time, to achieve orgasm, you'll need to squeeze down on the vaginal
spreader as you did before.  When the box registers that you are not
squeezing as much you could, it will taper off the clitoral stimulation
near the point of orgasm.  As I've shown you, that can be quite
frustrating. The little box has some clever circuitry, and will vary things
throughout the test to keep it from getting boring.  Oh, and as it seems
you are quite athletic, I've set the squeeze threshold fairly high."

   Without further fanfare, she'd heard a click, and then the most amazing
sensation flooded her mind.  The thing on her clitoris simultaneously
*buzzed* on that spot, and seemed to *suck* down onto it, drawing her bud
tightly into that enveloping softness.  She'd gasped, and tried to sit up,
her hands flying downwards to try and clutch at herself, and pull the thing
away.  Too intense!  But her hands met that barrier, and with her waist
held firm she could only half-sit.  She desperately worked her hands
against the board, trying to somehow bypass it, but it was impossible.  She
let herself fall back, panting, fingers splayed, pressing on the board. 
The vibrations on her clit intensified, unrelenting, as the feeling of
suction reversed, then sucked back onto her.

   "Oh, I forgot to mention.  There are pressure sensors on the board too,
and pressing on it makes the stimulator actions stronger, so long as the
uterine sensor determines you are not approaching orgasm.  Best if you just
concentrate on your breast exam practice, eh?  Now, there's something I
must attend to.  I'll leave you to it.  The box will keep you occupied."

   And so he did, and so it had.  As he walked away she'd barely noticed,
so intense were the feelings pouring into her from that little point
between her legs.  At that time she'd been unable to believe anything could
feel so utterly overpoweringly pleasurable.  Now, floating down the river
with her ultra sensitive and ridiculously overgrown clit throbbing stiffly
out from her swollen sex, she knows that feeling well, and her finger's
delicate touch replays the feeling amplified.  Her daydream breaks up into
a jumble of thoughts - her annual appointments with Dr Prott, and the many
different test procedures he's performed for her over the years.  But each
year, he always has her do that one again, with the clitoral stimulator and
vaginal sensors.  Now she wonders how he'll be able to fit the stimulator
over her new clit, expanded to several times it's former size by the
effects of the vine venom.

   She recalls vividly how that first time she'd struggled to cope with the
intensity.  How she'd taken long minutes to learn that stopping pressing on
the board really did result in the stimulation level on her clit dropping
back to something more bearable.  How she'd found that nothing she could do
with her hips made any difference - she could beat them back and forth in a
frenzy, or simply collapse motionless, and that pulsing sucking hum on her
clit kept right on dishing it out to her.  It was when her body had quickly
risen to panting, pulse-pounding pre-orgasm, and the stimulator had
suddenly faded to agonising inactivity, that she'd found herself
remembering to practice her breast exam.  Her hands seemed to find her
breasts almost of their own accord, and she wondered if perhaps breast
exams could be done too forcefully.  As her hands gripped and twisted at a
breast each, she finally also recalled that she was supposed to be
squeezing her vagina.  It turned out that she did have to exert quite a lot
of effort before the box would be satisfied, and allow her to achieve
orgasm.

   In her memories the events from this test were always quite confused. 
The box was able to stimulate her to a level of excitement so close to
orgasm, that she literally could not think to do anything other than
struggle to clamp down hard enough and often enough, to convince the
fiendish device to not fade away her pleasure over and over again as she
edged into the final instants before release.  Whatever the doctor had
placed inside her, it worked perfectly to detect her exact level of
excitement, and infallibly judge the precise worst moment to pull back. 
Then, once she had grown desperate enough to exert the extreme grip the
thing wanted from her while it held her hovering at the edge for agonising
long minutes, it would decide to let her come and suddenly, unexpectedly
buzz into high power, flinging her mind off into the stratosphere of
pleasure and holding her there in mindlocked orbital ecstasy.  Eventually,
as she came down there would be a few minutes of relative rest, while the
thing on her sex dropped back to a very light massaging action.  Then she'd
begin to wind up again, and it would start all over.

   It was from those few moments of resting clarity, that first visit, that
she recalls the surprising events with Hiromi and the doctor.  They are a
series of images and short sequences that lie in no particular order in her
mind.  Each one occurred in a few moments between her intervals of being
far too occupied to notice anything beyond the feelings in her own body.

   There is the time she lay her head to one side, panting in exhaustion
after a huge orgasm, and saw Hiromi lying naked on the examination bench
Laura had first lain on, her legs up over the doctor's shoulders, as he,
trouserless, pounded his hips against her raised bottom.  As he drew back,
Laura could see a fat fleshy rod in the space between them, that
disappeared into Hiromi's sex as he thrust forward.  Both of them were
panting and huffing, and Hiromi's hands were clutching at the doctor's
hips, pulling him into her with each thrust.  Laura had watched briefly,
before the buzz on her own sex had picked up and driven her back into
eyes-shut panting heat.

   Some other moment, Laura had opened her eyes, looking up, and found a
naked Hiromi standing next to her, with the doctor also naked and hugging
the Asian girl from behind, as he kissed and nibbled at the side of her
neck.  Laura could hear him whisper in Hiromi's ear.  "She is so beautiful
when she comes, don't you think?  And so noisy.  I look forward to the
sound when I let you come."

   Another image, again with Hiromi up on the exam bench, but this time
sideways on her knees with her head down on the bench, so her arse faces to
the side.  The doctor this time is fully dressed, and standing with his
face pressed against Hiromi's arse.  He seems to be kissing her rear, as he
also fondles her cheeks.  He kisses one side, then the other, then holds
her cheeks apart and presses his face into the crevice of her arse.  He
hums "Hmmmmmmmmm..." and says, muffled.  "Ahhh Hiromi.  You have the most
stunning bum.  Such curves, such a delicate rosebud.  The whole world
should see this perfect arse!" Laura, the heat in her sex rapidly exploding
again, remembers turning away from this mysterious scene, confused.

   Then there is the time she had lain, eyes closed, panting from her
exertions, and she'd heard that sound of the roller chair again nearby. 
She'd opened her eyes, and seen the doctor, naked, sitting back in the
chair, with Hiromi sitting on his lap, facing him with her legs either side
of his waist.  She is wearing her top, but naked below the waist.  Her face
is screwed up in a grimace of pleasure or pain, and her hips rock as she
holds herself tightly against the doctor and moans softly.  His hands are
under her top, running up and down her back, as he leans his head forward
and gently bites on her ear, whispering.  "Absolutely dying to come, aren't
you?  Well not yet, my sweet little motherfucker.  Later.  Hmmm...  I do
hope you find someone who can make you happy, some day."

   She remembers other moments of quiet between her episodes of frenzy,
when she'd looked around the room to find herself alone, no sign of the
doctor.  Sometimes she could hear some movements from beyond the dividing
curtain, other times there was only silence.  Silence and the feel of the
thing between her legs softly doing te job it did so well, and building her
temperature up again.  She really has no idea how many times that thing had
cycled her through the peaks of ecstasy.  Many, too many to count, even if
she had been thinking of keeping count.  She hadn't even been aware of when
he'd turned the thing off finally.  She'd just found herself coming up out
of another orgasmic daze, to realise the thing had been removed from her,
and the doctor was lifting off the board that had prevented her from
reaching or seeing down between her legs.

   "Well, Laura, I must say you did very well on that one!  Outstanding! 
Your father wi..  would be most proud of you!  Now we're nearly all done,
just one more little lesson in a while, before your father arrives.  But
first, I'm sure you are quite tired after that, so you can take a short
sleep to recover.  You're feeling tired, aren't you!  So tired, you're
drifting off, deeper, your eyes are so heavy, closing, drifting and you can
hear my voice as you drift deeper, deeper asleep....

   She certainly had been tired!  She'd been very glad to be given the
chance to rest for a while, and had dropped right off, just as he'd
suggested.  The nap had done her a world of good too, for the next thing
she knew he was shaking her shoulder gently, and she woke up feeling very
wonderfully clear and rested, with a kind of tingling glow all through her
body.  She was still lying back in that chair thing, but with her legs and
feet now resting together and free on a padded extension of the main body,
something like a dentist chair.  A soft cotton blanket lay draped over her
up to her chin.  It must have been quite a long sleep, since the sun had
shifted entirely off the window drapes, leaving the room much dimmer.  It
felt like late afternoon.  Doctor Prot leans down over her, smiling warmly
as he looks into her eyes for a long moment, seeming to study her carefully
before he speaks.

   "Ah, you are awake.  Feeling rested now?" She nods.  "Good!  That one
can be exhausting.  Now, a few quick words on hygiene.  I understand you
have been having your periods regularly for a while now, Correct?" She'd
nodded again, shyly.  "Your father mentioned that the staff has been
providing you with sanitary pads so far.  What we'll do now is show you how
to use something more convenient, called tampons.  I gather that you have
pretty much avoiding touching your sexual organs.  That's good, however
there are things for which you must learn to put that taboo aside.  One is
tampons, which are a kind of absorbent pad placed inside the vagina.  The
other is cleanliness, and washing."

   He holds up a small, white, cellophane wrapped cylinder.

   "This is a tampon.  Here, take it." She holds it, cautiously.  "Now,
open the wrapping...  see the little tab there...  right.  Now, the string
has to hang outside your body, since otherwise extracting the pad would be
awkward.  Especially once it has swelled up a bit.  All right, now....  oh,
here, I'll remove the blanket.  There.  Now, knees apart, that's right. 
You'll need to reach down with your other hand and spread your labia -
that's the lips there - apart.  Correct.  Now, hold the tampon by the
string end, and push it into your vagina....  A bit lower down, there, OK.
Push it right inside, one finger will do, but keep hold of the string.  A
bit further, yes, that's correct.  Now, let go.  Feels comfortable?  The
length of time it will work for depends on the volume of your flow, but its
best not to leave one tampon in place for longer than half a day.  Now,
pull it out by the string.  No, its not stuck, just pull a bit harder, when
fresh it tends to absorb your lubrication and resist a bit.  There, easy.
Oh, and don't dispose of them down the toilet, they play havoc with the
sewage treatment system.  Bin them.  There, beside the couch.  Well, those
are tampons.  I'll mention to your father that the staff should provide
those from now on.  I'm glad to see too, that you've overcome your shyness.
There's absolutely nothing to be ashamed of in the insertion of basic
sanitary items.  Unlike, say, objects like this, which are designed purely
for sexual gratification.  You recall I showed you this before?"

   From somewhere he has produced that same replica penis she had last seen
held in front of her face before it was used to bring her to a series of
orgasms.  The sight of it again now sends a surge of heat through her body,
especially her vagina, and she gasps softly in surprise, squirming
slightly.

   He holds it steadily in front of her, considering her as she looks at
it. This time she has more time to examine the detail of the model.  It
fascinates her, and as she stares she can feel her pulse speeding up, and
her sex feels like it is literally swelling and growing wetter.  She
realises her thighs are still resting widely apart, and she brings them
together, ashamed of the way she is reacting to the sight.

   "No, spread your thighs again Laura.  Here, take this in your hands and
feel it."

   She doesn't want to do either, but finds herself doing both anyway, as
if her body has a will of it's own.  The thing feels strange in her hands -
a kind of rubbery softness on the surface, with an inner rigidity.  It
feels even larger than it looks.  She remembers vividly how it felt, being
pushed into her, and her hips give a small thrust upwards at the memory.

   "This is called a dildo, and women who masturbate will often use things
like this, or really any object of a suitable size, on themselves.  Of
course as I said, masturbation is a most unfortunate habit.  However, I did
notice that when placing the tampon just now, you seemed overly cautious
about inserting it deeply enough.  So I think it would be useful for you to
just this once, explore for yourself the actual capacity of your vagina. 
Best way for you to dispel such concerns about tampon insertion.  You'll
find that your sexual instincts are responding to the sight and touch of a
penis replica...  as I can see.  Strong aren't they?  But don't be
concerned about that.  Can't be helped.  Just don't get carried away. 
Sure, you can feel it all over.  This one is actually not an average dildo,
but a quite accurate anatomical model.  Though, they never could get the
foreskin exactly right.  In real ones the loose skin behind the head there
rolls forward over the head when the penis is not erect.  Not so much when
erect, so the model isn't far off.  It's resilience is rather well done I
must admit.  Ha!  Yes, that's the control for the vibration, and no, real
ones don't vibrate.  I think for your instruction in a moment you'd better
leave the vibration off."

   He'd let her play with the thing for a while longer, feeling the way the
skin on the shaft felt like it slid over an internal hardness just below
the surface, while the head was more like a firm spongy cushion with a kind
of even resistance to pressure as she squeezed it in her fingers.  All the
while her thoughts had been whirling around the idea that he was going to
have her push the thing into herself.  Her body was greeting that idea very
eagerly, yet she had no idea how she'd be able to bring herself to do such
a thing.  A thing which seemed so wrong, so shameful!  Doing it with the
doctor present...  impossible!

   "OK, I guess you've got the feel of that.  Now remember, this is just an
exercise.  Laura, hold it by the base and press the head against your sex,
just at the entrance to your vagina.  Don't push it in yet."

   She surprised herself - without hesitating she'd done exactly that. 
She'd found herself lying there, that rounded bulb nestling slightly into
her lips, as her hips undulated up and down and her hand held the dildo
steady at her entrance.  She mouths a breathy kind of growl, as her left
hand, lacking anything else to do, expresses the power of her reaction by
clutching at her upper thigh.  He was right, the feelings _are_ very
strong. She finds that instead of having to make an effort to do as the
doctor orders despite her shame, she is actually wishing her hand would
push that thing inwards.  Yet it doesn't.  He didn't say anything about her
hips though, and she rocks them urgently, sighing at the feel of that
roundness pressing at her entrance.

   He stands considering her for long moments, thoughtful.  "Hmmmm...  I
wish all my patients were so enthusiastic.  All right.  In a moment you can
push it gently in, as far as it feels comfortable.  Observe it as it goes
in, and watch how deeply it goes.  Here...  I'll adjust the chair so you
can see better...  The vagina is remarkably elastic - you'll find you can
twist the dildo around quite a lot with no discomfort at all.  Also try
pulling the dildo entirely out, then reinserting it firmly.  You should
repeat these exercises as necessary, trying different angles if you like,
till you feel yourself become confident at this.  That will definitely
allay your concerns about inserting tampons.  Meanwhile, time for me to go
and phone your father.  I'll be back in a few minutes.  Oh...  I almost
forgot to say...  You'll find your body will react to this exercise in a
sexual way.  Can't be helped, its pretty much an automatic response.  Just
stay calm, don't be discouraged by that, and remember Lara, if you find
yourself becoming overly excited and about to orgasm, simply pause until
orgasm doesn't seem imminent.  I wouldn't want to feel responsible for
having caused you to develop a taste for masturbation!  Begin now!"

   He walks away quickly, and disappears behind the screening curtain. 
When he adjusted the chair, he'd raised the back and headrest up so that
she is lying with her torso curved, and head tilted forward so her chin is
nearly resting on her chest.  With her thighs spread, she'd found herself
for the first time ever, looking directly and closely at her spread-open
private place.  The view astonished her.  She'd had a fairly vague idea
that her sex consisted of a plumply curving slit, surrounded and partly
covered by her dark curls.  The only other thing she'd seen before, was
that little pink-red stub which he'd called her clitoris, which poked out
from near the top of that slit when she was aroused.  But now...  she
beheld something far different.  Firstly, all her hair was slicked down
tightly against her skin, glistening wetly, and doing nothing to hide
anything.  Most shockingly, the folds of skin she'd thought of as her slit
were thickened, and stretched apart by the bulging head of the dildo in her
hand.  Open, they revealed another set of finer lips inside, also spread
apart by the dildo, and of a much darker red colour.  Where those came
together towards her front, her clitoris was standing stiffly out, pulling
the juncture of those inner lips upwards.

   The view both mesmerised and shocked her.  So much more complicated than
she'd expected, and so...  so...  she groped for a word...  so _primitive_.
Yes, that seemed closest to the feeling the sight gave her.  Primitive, in
the ancient, powerful sense.  The sight of that bulbous head on the dildo,
pressing into her there...  she could feel an intense, instinctive urge
looming in her mind, to push, to thrust, to make that shaft penetrate
herself.  But it looked so huge, surely?...  Still, it had been inside
before, and felt...  well, it had felt very good.

   All these thoughts had flickered through her head in the moments between
his raising the chair back, and him starting to walk away.  She'd been so
wide-eyed that she'd stopped paying attention to his words, and it only
registered that he'd left as his footsteps retreat behind the drape.  She
is just trying to call back his words, and consider them, when her hand
acts.  It pushes the dildo into her vagina with a strong thrust, and the
feeling of that thing sliding deeply into her arrives at her mind
simultaneously with her understanding of what he'd told her to do.



   Lying on her back in the river, Laura quivers at the memory of that
first thrust by her own hand.  This sequence from her initial visit to Dr
Prot has always been a perfectly clear, vivid memory, and she could not
count all the times she lay sleepless in her room at Abbingdon in the years
after, recalling that sensation, and battling against the feelings that
always arose in her body as if summoned by the memory.  She was so ashamed
of herself, that so many times she'd eventually lost that battle.  She
still is today, even if recent events beyond her control have put her in a
situation where her body's needs are seriously interfering with her escape.
'Oh goddddd!' She moans to herself, floating, as her hips shudder and her
fingers tease her unbelievably rigid and sensitive enlarged clit.  She
wishes she had a dildo here now.  The memory of that filling thrust always
makes her feel so enormously empty inside, and now, with everything else,
its as close to unbearable as she's ever felt.  But...  a little bit
longer...  this time she is recalling so much more of that visit, and her
curiosity is strong - was there anything else she didn't recall before?

   Besides...  those minutes alone there on the chair left such a powerful
memory, and for some reason this time everything she recalls is so
unusually intense.  She is already so unbelievably horny, and thinking of
that time has always made her nearly lose her self-control.  Nearly!  She
sighs, admitting to herself that actually, to her shame, it has more often
than not had exactly that effect.  Even going so far as to act out the
whole scene with the dildo, letting herself imagine that sitting up naked
in her bed, propped on pillows and using some improvised penis substitute
in herself, she was back in the doctor's rooms, obeying his instructions
again.

   What a shameless young girl she was!  Perhaps it was something to do
with losing her mother, and not having anyone close to talk to about such
things.  She'd always felt so guilty afterwards, hating herself for her
weak will for days.

   Today, in the river, she remembers how as she'd grown into her twenties
she'd become more able to control herself, and such regrettable lapses had
become rarer.  But never entirely absent, even though as a mature adult,
she _should_ have been capable of that.  She thinks that here, now, would
be a good moment to demonstrate to herself that she _can_ control herself,
and master this troublesome memory once and for all.  Yes!  She decides
that is an excellent idea!  She'll play right through the dildo memory,
without letting herself come.  Just to prove that she can.  And...  and to
punish herself for all those times she was weak.  Yes!  Then she'll explore
the remainder of the Dr Prot visit memory, and only when she is sure she
has squeezed every last drop of new recollection from it...  _then_ she'll
let herself come.  So she can get on with paying full attention to her
journey.

   Preparing to let herself sink back into the dreaming, she opens her eyes
and looks about.  Everything seems much the same.  She is still in the
central current, in a wide, slow reach of the river.  Some way ahead the
river appears to bend, but shows no indication of any change in overall
grade.  Just a bend.  Nothing that needs her attention.  She drifts on,
recalling.  Still teasing her sex deliberately, carefully, savouring the
quite agonisingly needy heat of her body.  She'll show it who's boss...

   Her mind had been filled, stunningly, by the feeling of that fat shaft
thrust into herself by her own hand.  She'd gone sort of blank, just a
slate on which the sensations of her body and the image of her sex being
penetrated by the dildo were writing over anything she might have tried to
think or will.  She wasn't even consciously making her hand do the things
it did.  Something was though.  Her hand would push and twist the shaft in
her, making her grunt with the depth.  It would hold it deeply in her, and
stir it around in a mixing motion, or rotate it, and thrust in and out with
long, deep strokes, each time pulling the head fully out of her sex then
plunging it back in.  'Firmly', just as the doctor had ordered.  The
closest she'd come to any kind of coherent thought was a kind of interested
attention to how very much of the dildo could fit inside her, and what a
good idea this was since those tampons seemed a much better thing than
messy pads.  She was glad that the doctor was showing her how very
accommodating her insides were.

   This memory had always gone on much like this, just her watching and
feeling the effects of her hand using the dildo to explore the (very
exciting) limits of her insides.  But this time, she is aware of something
else, something that had been so peripheral at the time, that it hadn't
registered at all.  Way over on the edge of her memory she can hear...  the
sound of the doctor walking in the other room.  The scrape of his chair
pulled back.  A series of muted telephone dialling tones, followed by the
ring tone, clearly on speaker.  All the while with that rod stirring around
in her, it's sensations about a million times stronger than the faint
sounds.  But she concentrates on them this time, gripping this new fragment
of memory tightly.  A voice answers.

   "Hello, Richard here." "Ah, lord Croft, its James.  We are about done
here.  Another half an hour would be good timing, if that is convenient for
you?" "Errr...  why, yes, that should be fine.  All well?" "Oh splendid! 
Very, very fine young lady you have there.  I'm sure she'll do you proud.
Takes after her mother - very receptive." "Good, good.  I do miss her." "A
tragic loss indeed.  Still, on the bright side, now you can indulge
yourse..." "cough!" "Don't worry, phones and all that, I know.  Well,
anyway, the package awaits your attention.  Have you decided when you'll
look into the matter?" "Ah...  I was thinking about two years.  I'd rather
enjoy the uh, package in it's existing condition for a while.  I'm sure
time will fly, and I will enjoy...  um the present arrangements.  Your work
is always first rate." "Thank you.  Oh and do be here on time if you can."
"Oh?" "You'll see.  Surprise.  Ah, just get Hiromi to buzz me, and I'll
bring Laura out." "I'm intrigued.  Very well.  Half an hour.  Good day to
you." "Good day." There is a click, then silence.

   At first Laura had been intrigued to discover this new footnote to her
memory.  Its very hard to give it much attention, while wrestling with all
the other raging feelings of the memory and her present state.  For one
thing, there's a streak of perverse excitement in discovering that while
she was lying there naked on the doctor's chair, filling her vagina with a
large replica penis, she'd also been unknowingly listening to her father's
voice.  Something about that makes her excitement flare even hotter, and
she has to cut back on her touches lest the need overcome her.  All the
same, it doesn't seem to mean much.  Arranging his return time, something
about some business of his the doctor knew of, and nothing else.  Was
there? Oh wait...  two years...  Gee.  He'd probably never got around to
whatever it was, since he'd died less than two years after that day.  Poor
dad.  She hopes he did get lots of enjoyment from whatever it was he'd been
talking about.  Still, now is not the time to feel sad about her father. 
She thinks 'not that it seems to have had any effect on this damned horny
body of mine!  Ohhhhh Fuuuuck!  Uhhhh!  Thats sooo intense...'

   She lets the memory play on.  How fascinated she'd been at the way her
reddened flesh had pulled in and out with the dildo as she thrust it in and
out.  How she'd been producing so much of that lubricating fluid, that her
bum had begun to slide around on the slippery wet leather of the padding
under her rear, as she squirmed.  The doctor had certainly been correct -
this exercise did make her get very, very excited.  She'd been too blank to
think about it then, but when later recalling those minutes she'd always
been mortified to realise that she'd been moaning and huffing so loudly
that the doctor must have heard her.  She wished she hadn't done that- she
must have sounded much the same as she had during the orgasm exercises he'd
set earlier.  She hoped he didn't think she was masturbating.  After all,
even though she wasn't really in control of herself, she had still been
good and done as he'd said.  Her hand had slowed down the thrusting as
she'd felt herself nearing another of those orgasms she'd had so many of
earlier.  He hadn't said anything about not twisting about desperately,
clutching at her leg and stomach with her left hand, and generally writhing
with the sensation of being so near to orgasm.  That had seemed to go on
for many minutes, with her hand somehow having more will than she herself,
to slow down and speed up, always keeping her safely just short of that
orgasm.

   It had ended when she suddenly felt the doctor's hand on her shoulder,
and he spoke to her.  "Very good Laura, that's enough now.  It looks like
you got the hang of it OK.  Here, I'll take that, thanks." Her hand had
obediently pulled the dildo out of herself and handed it to him.  He'd put
it somewhere out of her sight, and then instructed her to rise.

   "Come along now Laura, your father is on his way and I still have to
show you some personal hygiene pointers before you dress.  Up you get..."

   He'd taken her hand - the one that had been holding the dildo - and
she'd stepped down off the chair onto very shaky legs.  She'd also stepped
into a barrage of sensations quite new to her, as he led her across the
room.  Once again she seemed to be operating on automatic, as her mind
struggled with thoughts and feelings that entirely saturated her
concentration.  Layers of feelings, so many that she was overwhelmed with
them.  Primarily, there was the impact of suddenly finding her desire, her
closeness to orgasm, her pounding heartbeat and gasping shortness of breath
still present, while utterly unaccompanied by that wonderful fullness and
movement of the dildo within herself.  Somehow concentrating on that deep
probing, on the sight of the thing thrusting into her sex, had cast her
feeling of need as a totally pleasurable experience.  Now as she walked,
feeling so empty inside, every aspect of her body's state seemed a torment
of intense frustration and mortification.

   Her clitoris was standing stiffly, achingly hard, between the lips of
her sex that felt extraordinarily swollen and slippery.  No longer parted
by the dildo, they pressed in against her clitoris and slid against it with
each step.  This sensation so stunned her in her first few steps that she
looked down at herself to see what it could be.  The sight didn't help -
her sex, sparse hair damply plastered to her skin, her lips looking every
bit as swollen as they felt, and her clit poking between them.  She could
even see her lips slide back and forth as she swung her legs.

   The same feeling of slippery rubbing emanated from everywhere down
there. It felt like the crease between her bottom cheeks had been oiled,
and her cheeks slid against each other the same as her sex.  When her
thighs brushed together, those too felt wet and slick.  She grappled with
the idea that all that wetness had come from inside her vagina - it seemed
so humiliating!

   With her mind in a whirl she hadn't even realised that he had brought
her to a stop.  She only became aware of her surroundings again when he
placed a finger under her chin and lifted her head, to face him.  She felt
herself flush crimson, seeing him looking at her quizzically, and realising
in a flash that she had been standing on the spot, gazing intently down at
her sex as her buttocks flexed and tilted her hips with the intensity of
the feelings down there.  With him lifting her jaw, she also realises that
she'd had her mouth open in a round 'O', breathing heavily through it.

   "Well Laura, it would appear that in addition to your fine figure and
generously developed feminine charms, you have the mixed blessing of a
highly responsive sexual physiology.  One prone to unusual persistence of
those responses too, I observe.  Quite remarkable!  Still, don't let it
alarm you, it is rare, but certainly not abnormal.  I'm glad you came in
today; it can be most distressing for a young lady to enter this time of
their development, unaware of the nature of the new feelings they find
themselves experiencing.  Not knowing that such desires are normal, and
simply to be borne with patience, can lead girls to the most distressing
and shameful habits, in their ignorance and uninformed attempts to relieve
the needs.

   Of course, I understand those needs can be extremely trying and awkward
at times.  For instance, you'll certainly find that your body's reaction to
today's procedures will persist unabated for several hours, at least.  But
don't let it worry you.  It can be difficult to socialise in this
condition, I'm afraid.  But not impossible.  Just pretend your rosy cheeks
and perked nipples are from the cold, and try not to dwell overly on
whether those around you are guessing how you are really feeling.  Use a
tampon or pad when your secretions might be a problem.  And that brings me
to our last topic today - genital hygiene."

   Although as usual his voice transfixes her attention, and holds her eyes
firmly on his, she has become more aware of her immediate surroundings. 
She hadn't noticed before, but there must have been some kind of alcove or
back room, equipped as a large bathroom in which she now found herself. 
The wall behind Doctor Prott was all tiled in white, and so was the floor.
There was a counter top, sink with wide mirror and toilet to one side, and
off to the other side an area like a wide, open-plan shower.  Within a low
tiled step, the floor sloped down to a central drain.  Overhead, a shower
rose.  On the wall, taps and a flexible water spray head.  But
incongruously, in the middle of the shower area sat another medical looking
reclining chair - this one all shiny stainless steel tubular frame and
minimalist cream coloured padded rests.

   "As I was saying, you'd best not be always worrying yourself over what
people are thinking about you.  Now, you'll no doubt have noticed that
along with the secretions of sexual arousal, there is a distinctive
scent....  no, there's no reason to blush about that here.  Ha ha!  Someone
is making a lot of money from all the air freshener we gynaecologists buy!
Ahem..." He pauses, then startles her by reaching between her legs and
wiping his fingers casually along her sex, from rear to front.  She feels
them sliding wetly in her fluids.  He brings them up under her nose, while
holding her eyes with his.  She feels compelled to obey his cue, and
sniffs. Her blush redoubles, as the warm, musky odour she's been aware of
all afternoon gels in her mind as _her_ scent.

   "It's quite distinctive, isn't it?  Very telling.  So, now I'll have you
hop up on the seat here, and we'll quickly run through how to wash yourself
thoroughly there.  Up you get.  And lay back, let your legs relax apart,
that's right."

   Once more she found herself seated, her back and head propped up to make
a panorama for her of her widespread sex.  He reaches for that flexible
shower spray on the wall, and begins adjusting the taps as he points the
spray away from himself towards the floor.

   "Of course, I'm sure you have always been careful to wash yourself
everywhere.  What I want you to practice now, is a more complete wash,
getting into all those nooks without being squeamish about it.  Here, take
this.  Whoops!  Careful, I'd rather stay dry, thanks!"

   She was still grappling with the intensity of her body's arousal, and
had taken the spray rather clumsily.  She quickly points the strong spray
away as he steps out of the shower area and walks over to the sink.  As he
continues speaking to her he begins to wash his hands, half turned to face
her, still holding her gaze.

   "Your father will be here in just a few minutes, but this is a quick
thing anyway.  I want you to use your other hand to spread your labia
apart, and in a moment direct the spray closely into your sex.  Run it up
and down, while you make sure every part gets a good wash.  Oh, and if we
had more time it might be better to wait till you have cooled down a little
before we do this, since you'll find the sensations quite powerful. 
Normally, the unavoidable stimulatory effects of a few minutes careful
attention with a spray will be easily borne.  Considering your present
state though...  well...  you've already had your prescribed orgasms for
this visit.  So Laura, you understand, no more!  Its unfortunate that
you'll find it difficult, but remember what your father said - you must be
a good girl and do as I say.  Don't have another orgasm.  I'm sure you'll
be able to avoid that, no matter how strong the feelings become.  Now,
begin.  I'll instruct you from back here."

   Waiting, listening to the doctor, with her fingers holding herself wide
open down there and the spray hissing loudly onto the floor beside her,
she'd had a feeling this was going to be something memorable.  She was
so... so...  excited.  She didn't seem to have calmed down at all since the
moment when the dildo had gone from inside her, and the thought that
another orgasm was close filled her with expectancy.  She'd loved the feel
as her fingers spread her swollen lips just as he'd said, and the
anticipation of feeling that hard spray right there sent shivers along her
tensing body.  When he'd instructed her that she wasn't to orgasm again,
she didn't know what to make of it.  Confusion, and an odd feeling of
abstraction, and then...  before she could think more, her hand brought the
spray to her sex.

   Electric!  Her whole body jerked taught, lifting her back from the seat,
and forcing a sharp breathy grunt through her throat.  All possibility of
thought ceased.  She fell back, limp, groaning "Ahhhhhhhiiiiiieeeeee! 
Ohhhhhhhhhhh...  Ooooooooohhhhhhh....  uhhhh...." Yet her hands seemed to
have no trouble holding steady, still parting herself and targeting that
needling spray at her most sensitive parts.  "Oooooooohhhh Gggggooodddd! 
Ohhhhhuuuhhhh.." She could feel herself hurtling toward a massive orgasm,
the tension building rapidly, and somewhere a trace of panic joined the
storm, as that part of her garbled mind struggled to fight it, to be
good... She tried to struggle up, to sit up, to bring her legs together,
and make it stop.  His voice...

   "No, just lie back, keep your legs spread.  It's a simple hygiene
exercise, Laura.  Nothing to get upset about, just a normal practice
wash... Don't fight the feelings, let them wash through you...  don't
worry, you won't come, I'm sure.  I'm sure you won't come Laura, no matter
how intense...  that's right, good girl, play the spray up and down, up and
down...  as you feel your orgasm always just beyond where you are, because
you mustn't come this time, not here today again, and the tension and need
is building, building, way past the point where your orgasm hit before, but
now it doesn't and you just get more and more wound up as the spray works
right into you...  As it jets against your so sensitive and throbbing
clitoris, and you are not going to have an orgasm now, not going to, not
going to...  No, don't hold your breath; breathe, that's it, breathe
deeply, keep washing yourself...  you feel like you are going to faint, but
you don't, you breathe deeply, let the feelings in your sex flow through
you....  glowing, intense, so much pressure but there is no orgasm to
release it...  you feel like an aeroplane, going through the sound barrier,
faster and faster, past the speed of orgasm, faster, twice the speed of
orgasm, faster...  once you are high up here you can fly forever, holding
that feeling, holding back that orgasm, flying...  good, just keep on
like...  Oh, hello, there's the buzzer.  Keep on with that Laura, I'll be a
moment."

   She wasn't thinking about anything at all by then.  Now, floating down
the river, she shudders with intense arousal as she always does when
remembering this part.  This time she is finding it much clearer than in
the past, yet she can barely grasp at his words, she was so deeply into an
extreme sexual trance that day.  She has always been astonished that
somehow at his suggestion she was able to avoid an orgasm.  That state she
entered is somewhere she has never been able to reach again, or ever wanted
to.  It hurts her mind to even think about how it felt.  She recalls that
he went away, leaving her there at the mercy of her own determined hands
and that spray.  She was crying and gasping loudly, and couldn't hear
anything beyond her own heated sounds.  At some time after he left, he
returned.

   "Well, time to go.  How are you doing there?  Good, good...  One other
thing quickly, before we end this washing practice...  here...  let me
guide your hand..."

   Through the veils of her clouded, overloaded mind, she feels his hand
grip hers around the sprayer handle.  He seems to do something to the
sprayer, and then...  The needling changes to a solid, pulsating jet, that
pummels her sex.  His hand guides hers lower, and suddenly that jet thrusts
up inside her, beating at her inner heat.  The water is just above body
temperature, and she can feel its warmth sluicing around, pulsing, in
there. Sensations far beyond her ability to deal with, in her present
state. They just pile on, adding to the impossible weight of sensory
overload.  If she was a camel, her orgasm would have broken long ago.  She
has gone limp, collapsed.

   "There...  it's best to wash inside regularly as well.  I'll mention to
your father that your bathroom should have accessories such as this. 
Now... I'm afraid you'll have to rush and dress now.  Here's a towel, up
you get.  Yes, you may feel a little weak, I expect, but nothing that will
stop a strong, healthy young woman like yourself!  There you go! ...  My,
we are in a daze, aren't we!  Dear me!  Look, your father is outside in the
waiting room, and is apparently in something of a hurry.  You finish drying
yourself, I'll get your dress."

   He leaves her, slipping around the corner into the examination room. 
Then returns a few moments later with her dress on a hanger, as she is
still uncoordinatedly attempting to dry her legs.

   "Ready?  Good, just slip this on, here, let me help..." He guides her
fumbling fingers in fitting it over her head.  Vaguely she remembers her
underwear, and makes a hesitant, questioning gesture in the direction of
the other room.  She is still panting, and too clouded to form the words.

   "Oh, no time.  I've put them with some other things to give your father
today, don't worry about them.  The dress is fine, quite demure." He turns
her around, and does up the buttons between her shoulders for her.  "Come
along." He takes her by the arm, and steers her as she staggers along. 
What she is still feeling is so powerful she can barely stand up.  The
sensation of that water pulsing inside her still echoes around in her
consciousness, searching for some exit.  There is no exit, no relief, from
a body that feels like it wants to explode.

   As Doctor Prot guides her, he chatters cheerfully on, his words barely
registering in the blizzard of heat that is her mind.

   "You did very well today Laura!  Very well.  One hundred percent healthy
young woman.  Its a pity we had to rush a bit at the end, but that's life.
Never enough time, eh?  Hmmm...  yes, looks like you've built up quite a
charge there.  Splendid effort too, very well done to not get carried away.
I'm afraid you'll find it will take some hours to wind down though.  And
um...  I should mention there's some possibility you may experience a
spontaneous orgasm in the process.  Well, I must be honest, its actually
very likely.  One or more, in fact.  Once you are sitting down, and your
body wants to relax." As he walks her, he holds her wrist, clearly taking
her pulse.  "Hmmm...  remarkably persistent.  Exceptional.  Well well.  You
know Laura, there are a small minority of women for whom sexual arousal
simply cannot be relieved or abated other than via orgasm.  For single
girls of high morals, this can make life most awkward...  most awkward... I
wonder if you may be...  no...  perhaps...  Time will tell."

   Passing his desk in the outer room, he picks up a plastic shopping bag.
As he lifts it she can see that it contains a box of some sort, plus her
underwear and shoes, clearly visible through the translucent plastic.  He
continues to steer her on, to the door to reception.  Opening it, he guides
her unsteady path through, before him.

   "Richard!  Sorry to keep you waiting.  Still, here is your lovely
daughter, all done.  Absolutely top notch shape, fine young woman.  Hiromi,
it won't be necessary to do the usual paperwork, thank you."

   Laura remembers that as they entered, Hiromi was looking very flushed
and disconcerted, while her father was sitting opposite, with a wide grin.
An expression she rarely saw on him.  He jumped up, while Hiromi made
herself busy with papers on her counter, clearly making an effort to
establish her routine.  She'd begun to pass some to Doctor Prott, who'd
waved them away, and Hiromi, thrown off balance, was left with her original
look of discomfort.  Strangely, in her recollections Laura does not recall
being aware then that Hiromi was probably naked from the waist down, and
perhaps...  my goodness, was that why her father had been grinning like
that?!  Had the doctor really made Hiromi have an orgasm in front of her
father?  It couldn't be possible surely!  Her father had never seemed to
her like someone who'd _grin_ about such a thing.  A respected academic -
he'd surely have been shocked, or at least embarrassed?  If he even
noticed. After all, later...  But although she shivers in anticipation of
reliving that difficult memory, she stops herself from getting the story
out of sequence.  Back then in reception she'd been nearly completely
oblivious of her surroundings, so hot did her body and mind burn.  Yet now,
as with the whole sequence, her dream is casting up unexpected details
she's never recalled before.  This conversation...

   "Never mind James, I assure you the wait was entirely enjoyable.  That
was very kind of you!  Is it...?"

   "All there.  Here you are." He passes the shopping bag to Lord Croft. 
"Some of Laura's things too.  Shoes...  is the car outside?  It's all
carpets to the foyer.  She's quite...  tired.  Take the lift for once,
seriously."

   Her father had held the bag up, considering its contents through the
thin plastic, then gazed at Laura for a few moments, thoughtfully.

   "Yes.  I see what you mean.  Well then, the lift it is.  You know, I
think that will be a first for me."

   "I believe it may be.  You should take it easy Richard.  A man your age
should learn to relax, and let things come...  as they will."

   Her father had looked as close to startled as she'd ever seen him.  She
didn't understand why he'd found such a homily surprising, but then her
father's conversations quite often seemed to be at some tangent she didn't
understand.  He'd glanced again at her.

   "Errr...  really?  But James, I never rush things.  Perhaps its _you_
who is a little too ambitious at times?"

   "Nonsense Richard!  Nothing changes, really.  But fate often makes
mockery of our slow old plans.  Something about grasping nettles occurs to
me, but it's a very poor analogy.  Besides, I thought you were in a hurry,
remember?"

   "Ah, yes, of course.  Well then, thank you again.  Good day to you,
Hiromi.  Laura my dear, do you need assistance?"

   She'd taken a moment to react to the question, then shaken her head, no.
Internally, she was occupied with her own version of hell for clocks - the
feeling of being wound up near to exploding in a hail of small parts, but
nothing ticking.

   Somehow, she'd managed to walk with her father down the corridor, step
into the lift, stand there, and walk out of the building.  The car was
right out front, and she barely noticed treading across the pavement in her
bare feet.  The driver had seen them coming, and held the door for her. 
She had slid across, and was settling back in the plush seat as her father
got in after her, when she first perceived a difference in her state.  Not
so much a change in her hyper-wound-up state itself, but an increase in her
own ability to perceive anything at all beyond the sensations of her body.
Now she lay back in the soft leather she should have been comfortable. 
Instead, she became more aware of how very many ways she was _not_
comfortable.  As if a dam of consciousness had broken, she realised...  she
was naked under a very thin dress.  She could actually see the dark patch
of her pubic hair through it!  What had the others seen?  Her breasts,
swaying unsupported beneath the cloth, and her rigid nipples pressing
obvious peaks in the embroidery.  Beneath her, the feel of dampness already
making the cloth cling to her as she fidgets.  The _incredible_, unbearable
aching swollen throbbing between her legs, that remains all tangled up in
her mind with images and sensations of the dildo thrusting inside, the
water spraying on her overloaded clitoris, and that pulsing jet of water
blasting into her depths.  The feeling of being somewhere well past the
point of orgasm, but unrelieved, unbearably pent up, near to the point of
fainting from the intensity.

   The car had pulled out into traffic.  With the result that now her
nipples were being teased as her breasts wobbled under the embroidered
bodice with every dip and curve in the road.  More stimulation.  Somewhere,
she could feel something shifting.  Something to do with relief, and
orgasm, and her unspeakably pulsing and puffy vagina, and utterly
humiliating herself in front of her father.

   ***BUMP*** Ouch!  That hurt!  Her eyes fly open as she feels her side
impact solidly on something in the water, which slews her around rapidly,
scraping along the something.  It turns out to be a large rock jutting up,
and the further bad news is that the water is pouring around it with a
noticeable wake, rapidly.  She pushes away, and paddles to reorient
herself, while peering ahead.  To find very, very bad news.  The river has
developed a scary case of the rapids, and not far ahead actually
degenerates into very turbulent white water.  'Shit!' One shore has gone
very steep, nearly a cliff line.  The other is jumbled, but definitely her
only choice.  She breaks into a frantic backstroke, struggling to cut
across the current while there is still a chance.  She hits two more rocks
as the flow speeds up, but each time manages to ward off them with her
boots, intensely aware of her naked skin and the roughness of the stone. 
Finally, with only a few tens of meters to go before the main current
sluices steeply into a series of drops, she manages to reach shallow water
and dig her heels in.  Standing, she staggers the rest of the way to shore,
uneven footing under the turbulent water threatening to drop her back into
the current.  Here the shore is an assortment of large monolithic boulders,
and she clambers out of the water between two, and up onto the flat top of
the higher one.

   Surveying ahead down the river valley, she is dismayed.  She can see the
end of the section of rapids, but it is some distance away, and lower. 
There is clearly no way she is going to be taking the river express down
those rapids, yet the riverbank looks hardly more inviting a route.  Very
jumbled, with no clear easy passage.  Meanwhile, her body is feeling
equally jumbled.  She can barely concentrate on slipping the leather
floatie suit's embrace, for the demanding ache between her legs.  The scare
with the rapids didn't have any effect on her arousal - her clit and
nipples still feel as hard as those rocks she bumped into.  Her vagina...
she recalls that part of her day at the gynie again.  Sitting in the car,
going home, feeling utterly empty, with her mind filled with memories of
fullness - that's how she feels now.  That memory always has the same
effect on her.  Only now she has these oversized breasts, and ginormous
clit and nipples, with their achingness supersized to match.

   She finishes rolling up her suit, and packing it into her backpack.  No
point trying to convert it back to wearability for such a relatively short
leg of land travel.  She stands again, lifting the water-heavy pack to her
shoulders, and sets off.  As rapids go, these are small.  But they will
take her hours to bypass.  She won't be getting to the village today.  Or
coming anytime soon - not if she wants to be sure of getting back before
Vance and his cronies.  No time to waste on pleasures.  She sighs, wishing
she'd not put hers off so long on the river.  Thinking of her vow to wait
until these recollections have run through to their end.  Which now will
not be till after she gets back to the river.



   To be continued....