Doctor of Desire Ch. 08

Casey must have actually passed out for a moment. When he came to his senses Miranda was gone and he was stretched out in the "magic" leather chair. Clare sat opposite him sipping her champagne. His pants were missing.

"Champagne?"

"Thank you, I'm very dry."

"I can imagine. Not refillable like those fancy dildo's, more's the pity."

Casey was determined to remain cool. Clare handed him the champagne flute.

"Bottom's up. Oh, and thank you. That was a very satisfactory demonstration. And now, if you are ready, I have asked Melissa to join us. I would like the two of you to demonstrate this."

With her manicured finger she pointed over her shoulder at the spiderlike contraption in the middle of the room.

Casey raised an eyebrow.

"Perhaps I could replace my trousers."

"Oh no, that would be foolish under the circumstances. Ah, here's Melissa. But before you begin the demonstration please do me the favor of choosing one of these."

She held out another inlaid box that contained more glass wands. These were slightly slimmer but just as elegantly made. Casey frowned.

"You want me ..."

"Yes please. I think you will need it."

Melissa had arrived at his side and smiled with a kitten's grin as he touched the toys. Curiously, some felt 'wrong' and others generated a tightening in his groin. He wanted to take the slim blue aquatic themed one but Clare shook her head. She nodded at a thick gold wand.

"I would figure that that is your weapon."

She was right. It seemed to fit his hand perfectly and he felt a small surge of power as he turned it on.

Clare held out her hand.

"Thank you, I'll hold that for you now. Please begin the demonstration. We don't have all night. Melissa?"

"You want me to ..."

"Of course."

"I need to change to the vinyl suit."

"Perhaps not. Let's play it by ear."

Melissa was wearing an elegant outfit with a tailored jacket, a ruffled blouse and a straight skirt with just a bit of a slit in it.

"But ..."

"If anything is damaged you know I will replace it with something better. Please. Dr. Darden?"

Feeling quite foolish Casey led Melissa to the device. He helped her remove the jacket. He noticed she was breathing a bit heavily but trying to disguise it. This excited him, causing his sore organ to puff up a bit.

He decided to ignore it. He used a calming voice.

"OK. Stand right here. Face away from the device. Legs shoulder width apart. Raise your arms. Good. Hold that pose."

Casey turned to the device and spoke to Clare.

"We have not been able to conceive of a better name for this than The Rack. It sounds a bit sinister, calling up those uncomfortable machines used in the Inquisition to stretch bodies into uncomfortable positions for the sake of torture."

He moved the arms of the Rack behind Melissa.

"Put your heel here please, Melissa. Lay your wrist here. But this Rack is ergonomically designed to allow the user to be most comfortable in almost any position. Melissa, this goes behind your head, but this can cup your chin if your weight is the other way. The same is true of knees, buttocks, hips and so on. The entire device is made of woven and bonded nanofiber and it is anchored so that any position of the body can be achieved with virtually no effort."

Casey gave a little tug and Melissa gasped. She was now on her back about six feet in the air.

"The motion can be controlled by the person using the device or by another."

Clare smiled.

"Can it be locked?"

"Excuse me?"

"Can the ... restraints that hold the subject to the Rack be locked so that the subject cannot ..."

Casey brought Melissa back to the standing position.

"The device can be locked in this position by a voice command. Both partners must speak the command. Do you wish to see it activated?"

"Not at present. Please demonstrate how you would use the Rack."

"The Rack is pre-programmed with a full slate of positions drawn from the Kama Sutra. So all I need to do is utter the voice command 'Kama Sutra seven'..."

The Rack gave a gentle purr and Melissa was positioned on her back with her legs together and pointed straight at the ceiling.

"...or Kama Sutra twenty-one, popularly known as cowgirl ..."

Melissa, in mid air hung in a kneeling position, legs spread, skirt hiked up around her hips.

"... or of course Kama Sutra one, missionary ..."

Clare was becoming a bit impatient.

"Yes, I see, and the partner ..."

"Can roam freely around the subject, lie on this custom bench that adjusts ..."

Casey sat on the bench and brought Melissa down onto his lap facing him.

"One partner need never worry about the other's weight."

He bounced Melissa playfully on his lap.

"And the double device?"

Clare pointed. There was a second Rack attached to the first, carefully folded.

"Of course it is best used by experts who..."

"Yes, but I would like to see it demonstrated."

"We hadn't planned ..."

"You hadn't planned ..."

"It's your company."

"Yes it is. Please."

Casey opened the second Rack and stood before it. He managed to strap himself into the device.

"I would like to see a demonstration of the locking mechanism."

"Is this really ...?

"Please. The passwords."

"Selfish and Witch."

"Clever. Are you ready?"

"Selfish"

"Witch."

Casey felt the restraints tighten just a bit.

"And for Melissa's"

"Angry and Bitch"

"Of course. Angry."

Melissa hesitated.

"Angry."

Nothing

"Do you like your job? Good. Angry?"

"Bitch."

"And now, what would show the range of this thing? Kama Sutra six? Kama Sutra twenty-seven? Kama Sutra thirty-eight?"

As Clare spoke Casey and Melissa were spun into each new position. For a few moments it was amusing but then lost its luster. Then Clare's eyes lit up and a sly smile appeared.

"Hmm, how about Kama Sutra sixty-nine?"

A disembodied voice came from nowhere.

"A or B?"

"Let's try Kama Sutra 69A."

The Rack maneuvered so that Casey was on his back with his face opposite Melissa's crotch.

"No, no. I have a better idea. Kama Sutra 69B."

The position was reversed with Melissa below him. His cock was position neatly against her lips while he studied the bunched fabric of her skirt.

"There is no reason this game need be restricted only to two. Let's see..."

Clare stepped in and easily tilted both of them so that Melissa's legs were in the air and Casey hovered almost standing. Neither could use their hands. Clare tugged Melissa skirt around her waist revealing a skimpy thong. With surprisingly strong hands Clare snapped the cord that crept between Melissa's buttocks revealing a shaved pudendum except for a curly red runway strip. She pushed the lovely, tapering legs far apart. Then she moved Casey's mouth so his lips barely brushed Melissa's clit.

"Mm, perfect. Lick, please."

Casey complied. Goosebumps appeared on Melissa's mons.

"Please continue. Your best technique. I must know if you can overcome what is probably an uncomfortable position for Ms. Brand."

Casey applied himself and soon little grunts and gasps were coming from below him. Casey was hoping that Melissa was one of those women for whom the rush of blood to the head was a turn on. Meanwhile, Clare had tilted his hips so that his balls felt the hot breath coming from Melissa's nostrils.

"Suck on his balls, please. That's right. They have already done serious work today. Please, do what you're told. That's a good girl. No? I insist. Melissa. Oh, if I must."

Clare stepped away and returned with a small riding crop. It was designed to match the favorite one of Spanish leather she always carried when training her Lippizaners. She applied a couple of swift strokes to Melissa's behind and the insides of her spread thighs. Melissa's cunt surged against Casey's mouth.

"Suck!"

"Please Clare."

"Do as you're told. Suck slut!"

Another swift switch and Melissa was sucking with enthusiasm. Clare positioned Melissa's right hand.

"Jerk him."

"Dr. Darden, stick your tongue inside. Deep. She likes that. Don't you, you angry little bitch."

Casey was getting nice and hard again and he wanted Melissa's hot mouth around his shaft but Clare made Melissa tickle his balls with her tongue.

"Yesss, that's good." Clare's voice was husky. "Lick farther back. That's right. Open up that little pucker. Yesss, do to him what he is doing to you."

Casey felt Melissa's firm tongue point squirm against his asshole.

"Here, let me help."

Clare tilted the Rack so that Casey's ass lifted and his cheeks spread wide. His cock dropped into Melissa's mouth and she took it eagerly. She was more delicate than Miranda had been but in her position she was able to take him deep into her throat. Then Casey heard what he knew he had known was coming, a mild, hypnotic buzzing. A finger pushed a bit of ointment against his asshole and it began to warm.

"Remember this one, Dr. Darden, just a bit of balm to relax those tight muscles."

Something smooth and buzzing was pushing against the pucker of his ass. A jolt made his cock rock hard. The head swelled causing Melissa to gag and gasp for air.

"Take it again!"

There was a "crack!" and Melissa's cunt pushed hard against his mouth, her lips swallowed his cock and the golden wand dove deep into his ass. It didn't take much. As from a distance he felt himself let loose. Vibrations made him helpless to resist squeezing every bit of juice deep down Melissa's throat. His lips clamped on her clit as her belly popped again and again. He wanted to clasp her to him but he could only gasp and stare as her legs tensed and shook. She was screaming, but it wasn't with anger or fear or pain.

A touch from Clare returned them to a position lying on the floor side by side gasping for breath. She stood above them sipping her champagne.

"Excellent. Excellent demonstration. Are we ready for this next product? What is this great hobby horse? Beautiful wood sculpture but perhaps a bit silly?"

Clare handed Casey his pants.

"Why don't you go clean up a bit? I'll call Ellie. Isn't she the product manager for this kiddie toy? Melissa, please send her here. Then you may go."

Melissa rose as though drugged but did her best to regain her poise. Before he left Casey whispered simple instructions in her ear. Casey went off to the boudoir where he had a very welcome shower. He wished dearly that Melissa was taking it with him.

When he returned, Clare was sitting with a really tiny young woman with frizzy blond hair. They were both smoking, which surprised Casey and he said so.

"Oh these aren't tobacco. They are actually one of the demonstration products, didn't you know? But of course not, how could you? We can't market these, yet, in the States, though my people are working on it. They provide a cocktail of very mild stimulants unique to women's physiology. So, how do you feel, Ms. Gardener?"

"Much more relaxed, kind of warm, especially .. places, and sort of ... hungry.

"Doctor Darden, will you take this small tablet?"

"Could we, perhaps ask one of the other male staff members. I am a bit sore, and..."

"Perfect, under the circumstances. The pill please."

Casey knew his duty and popped the pill. Within seconds he was rock hard. Clare smiled.

"That is impressive. No waiting for the effects to kick in. Doctor, please lie down on the padded bench. Ms. Gardner, you say you have never had an orgasm, even by yourself."

"No, Ms. Dupree. I try and try and nothing happens. I've lost boyfriends. They call me the popsicle."

"Mmm, yes. You're perfect. Now please drop your underwear and go mount Dr. Darden."

"That sounds so dry and unromantic. I mean, he's cute and all, but ..."

"Humor me, Ms. Gardner. It's research."

"Oh, of course. I'll try and, and ..., I'll try."

Perky and cute, she stood beside Casey. He heard the soft sound of the panties falling on the floor.

"Do I face, like, toward his face, or like, the other way?"

"It's your choice, Ms. Gardner."

"Hmm. I guess I'll face him. His feet aren't so interesting. OK, here goes."

She swung a leg over Casey and hovered above his hips.

"Is there a problem, Miss Gardner? Are you not lubricated?"

Ellie reached a shy hand under her skirt.

"No. Yes, I'm just, fine, actually ... It's just ..."

"What?"

"We haven't really been introduced, really."

Casey smiled up at her.

"Hi. I'm Casey."

"Hi, I'm Ellie."

"Hi, Ellie. Are you ready?"

"Sort of. OK. Here goes nothing."

Casey put his hand on her hips and she gave a little shiver.

"Oh."

She lowered herself halfway down his cock.

"Oh!"

She settled on his hips.

OH!!!

She came hard, not a genteel shudder or even a soft, deep moan. Her toes curled. Her legs shook. Her hips rocked back and forth as her mons ground into Casey's pubes. Her belly flexed. Her nipples puckered. Her breath shuddered in heavy pants. Her hands clutched Casey's hips and pulled them tight against her. Her mouth stretched wide and she positively howled. She gushed. Then she collapsed on Casey's chest.

Clare was taking notes on her Blackberry®.

"Very effective but perhaps the dose is a bit strong. Still..."

Clare picked up Ellie's 'cigarette' and brought it to her.

"Miss Gardner, please take a small puff of this."

Ellie was slowly coming out of her post orgasm daze. Casey was surprised that his cock was still poker hard though at the moment he had little urge to come. Ellie lifted her head and puffed from the 'cigarette' in Clare's slim finger. Casey felt her body stiffen.

"Oh no. Oh, yes!!"

Within seconds she was grinding energetically, expertly pushing his cock against her G-spot. Seconds later she came again, gushing over his legs. Clare waited a few moments and insisted on the 'cigarette' again, this time with Ellie facing Casey's feet. Her third orgasm was as huge as her first.

Casey wanted to object as the "experiment" went on and on. Clare had Ellie take seven more positions: now Casey was on top, now sitting facing her, now behind, legs in the air, legs tight together. Every time Ellie went into full freaking orgasm. Finally Melissa stepped in and suggested that the product had proved effective. Ellie was reduced to a limp doll as Melissa led her to one of the large sofas where she fell into deep slumber. But even in her dreams she continued to come.

Clare talked into her Blackberry®.

"Product very effective but must be evaluated for dosage. Sample may be too strong. Consider time release for more appropriate use. May not be as effective on ...more mature clients. Erection pill very effective."

This last was true and Casey was more than grateful when Melissa brought him the 'antidote', which immediately shrank his sore organ.

Clare smiled at him like a cat who has swallowed a canary.

"Well, this has been a useful demonstration. Unfortunately for you, you have 'shot your bolt.' No stories to go back and tell your buddies about sexually conquering the Iron Queen, or whatever they call me now. Melissa, you can tell everyone they have kept their jobs, for the nonce. Shall we call it a night?"

"If you wish. We did have one other item should you desire to test it."

"Perhaps so."

"You are ready to continue?"

"More than ready."

Melissa took the lead, giving Casey a barely perceptible wink behind Clare's back.

"Our last product is very special; perhaps too special for the general public. It was designed to your tastes and personal interests, so there is some question as to how we might tailor it for a wider audience."

Clare gave her pussycat smile.

"Let me be the judge of that. You know that my people would ride tricycles through hell if I told them it was 'the thing', though I admit, sometimes my tastes may be a bit in advance of the general public."

Melissa handed Clare an elegant clothing box.

"That is what I imagined. So, if you are willing to play the part... we sincerely need your expert opinion. These are your riding pinks and there is your steed."

Melissa indicated the great sculpted horse.

"Although we know that you enjoy riding in all weathers and terrains it is not always possible, for instance, in the middle of an icy winter. So our imagineers have crafted this 'animal' to provide the closest experience we could devise to that of riding, in this case, a real fox hunt. The screens there surround you and the helmet's visor provides a true three dimensional experience."

A tiny frown appeared in Clare's carefully smooth brow.

"All this hi-tech foolishness really doesn't interest me."

Melissa smiled.

"I understand. Perhaps this is not the right thing for you..."

"Nonsense, I'm willing to give it a try. Will you help me change?"

"Surely, if you like ..."

Casey relaxed as the women retired to the boudoir. It seemed that it took quite a while for them to return. There was a bit of color in Clare's cheeks.

"The boots are a bit of a tight fit, and these jodhpurs could be a second skin. What we you thinking? I couldn't possibly appear in public in these."

It was true. Casey could see that the pants molded Clare's well toned ass, disappearing deep into its crack and her mons revealed every hair of her careful brazilian. Melissa gave her a bit of a pat.

"But Clare, these are not meant to be seen in public. They are just for you and whoever you choose to show them to. Are they comfortable?

"Strangely, really quite, although sometimes ... oh yes, I tried those funny cigarettes. Really no effect on me. Shall we?"

"Mount up."

Clare stepped into the decorative stirrup and swung into the saddle. Melissa handed her the helmet while Casey activated the screen. A blurry image of a great open meadow seen from a hilltop appeared. Clare suddenly seemed surrounded by other figures on horseback led by the master of the hunt, a majestic African man in skin-tight riding pants and a loose ruffled shirt that fluttered over his naked chest. He lifted a small golden horn to his lips. Dogs surged down the hill in pursuit of a genuine fox.

Clare's 'horse' was moving this way and that, mimicking the real thing so well that she needed all her skill to keep her seat. It lurched forward and soon she was moving as though at a full gallop. Walls appeared to be leaped and streams to be jumped. As the ride continued she seemed to lose herself, calling out to the horse, even whipping it with her crop. But every so often she cast a glance over at Casey and Melissa. Her breathing, which was fast with effort, slowed, deepened. Across a long meadow the master of the hunt rode directly in front of her. His shirt had disappeared and his broad back was covered with sweat. Clare's hips began to move in a new motion and the 'horse' rose to meet them. The African appeared to melt into the horse, so that Clare was riding a great centaur that turned and embraced her all a full gallop.

Clare began to plead:

"Please. Please, I need... Please. Please fill me. Oh, I need you to fill me. Oh, you great beast, fill me up."

Casey looked at Melissa.

"No, Doctor, you have done your best today. And I have a little surprise for Clare. I apologize for not telling you. Those pants she is wearing? They have a 'magic' fabric that can stretch and stiffen in certain ways. She could control it from the horse, but she doesn't know that. I have another control here."

Melissa turned a small knob on an elegant, wood-trimmed remote. Clare gave a little shout.

"She has been penetrated. Now I can start it pulsing in and out with this..."

Clare's eyes rolled up in her head and she started howling like one of the hounds. Melissa gave a little grin.

"A certain source gave us Clare's exact 'inner dimensions', shall we say, so that I can adjust this to fill her completely, and then some."

Melissa fiddled with the dials.