Hysteria: An Erotic BDSM Short

Hysteria

Escaping unseen would have been impossible in her normal nighttime garb. So Claire had changed into a frayed skirt and a cloak she had "borrowed" from the servant quarters. The long cloak was just enough to hide an ample chest. The window took a lot of effort to pry open, but after a short struggle the cool night air was on the young lady's face.

Since she was the youngest daughter she fortunate enough to live on the first floor near the garden, making it a short hop to get outside. When Claire dropped into the grass she had to remind herself not to run. A dark figure running through fields at night would only arouse more suspicion. She lengthened her stride and made her way to the outskirts of town. It was there that a ride to a brighter future was waiting. In mere moments she saw the faint glow of lanterns hung outside a run down inn. And the people inside could be even shabbier then the exterior. Claire reminded herself she could just turn around. It was still nighttime and she had plenty of time to get back before anyone would have a chance to miss her.

Then an image of Charles popped into her head and it strengthened her resolve. Leaving a cushy life behind was worth it if that meant she didn't have to listen to anymore of his inane stories and deal with his awkward, musty breath on her every moment they spent alone. Usually having a man so close would entice her. However Charles was lanky and awkward. Claire felt like she was being given water instead of a juicy slab of steak.

When she open the doors to the inn her nostrils were filled with the smells of singed wood and something else she couldn't quite place. Maybe the scent was coming from the split droplets of wine coating most surfaces. Or it could have been a consequence of being stuck in a place where all kinds of unsavory people come to do business. Mustering as much confidence as possible Claire made her way to an empty table in the back, being careful not to make eye contact with anyone around her. She made herself as comfortable as possible since she still had a bit of time before first light came and she could hitch a carriage ride far away from here.

Claire had spent the last few weeks planning her exit and the time had gone so fast. Now time had slowed to an impossible pace and it was making her jittery. Her nerves didn't go away when one of the inn's patrons approached her table. "Your disguise isn't very good miss. Though I won't tell anyone." he said, letting out a hearty belly laugh. The man leaned over to the point where she could smell the smoky bourbon coming off his breath. He offered to buy Claire a glass of any sort of liquor she liked and sat down across from her to begin an interrogation.

"So why are you in a place like this? There are much nicer inns about a mile away" Doctor Kipling said. Claire let him know that she was just here to meet someone, but that vague answer didn't satisfy the physician.

"I am just on my way out of town. I need to visit some relatives" Claire said, hoping this would dissuade further questions.

He stared at Claire for a moment, trying to read her. "Will you be travelling with someone?"

"I have more than enough resources to take care of myself thank you." Claire replied.

"If you say so miss. While I admire your tenacity I do hope that you plan to stay at least for one night. I wouldn't do much travelling beyond town with the storm moving in." The man said everything so matter of fact. Claire hoped her own fake confidence came across half as convincing.

"I was really planning on leaving at first light. I was actually just going to inquire about a room." Claire said.

"Miss if you haven't gotten a room already then you might be in trouble! I believe they're all full." a passing bar maid announced.

"Well if you really need it then you could just bunk with me for the night," suggested her table companion.

Claire peeked outside the window and saw clouds brewing in the cold night. "A warm bed would certainly be appreciated." She finished her drink and followed his mess of dark curls into the night.

The town's newest Doctor only lived down the street from the seedy pub. Claire trailed behind him into a large sitting room. She had to weave between a few towers of books to reach a set of furniture that included a lush leather couch. Sitting down on was the most comfort she had felt in days. After an eternity her new companion asked to share the couch with her. Feeling his warm, large frame made caused a nervous blockage in her throat that all her others suitors had failed to produce.

"Please make yourself at home. I only have one bed, but you can have it whenever you're ready to rest. In the meantime do you want anything?" said Doctor Kipling.

"Thank you. And no I couldn't ask for anything more. You've already been so generous," Claire said, turning her head to hide a slight blush.

He put a hand on her thigh and gently rubbed the fabric later between their flesh. Claire assumed this was an attempt at a reassuring gesture. Whatever the intent, it still sent an almost tickling sensation from her thigh to her most intimate parts. "You seem very nervous," he observed. "I do have something that might help you relax. Would you be willing to try it out?" She nodded in agreement, listening intently to his instructions.

After the physician's explanation Claire's heart was racing, but she did as she was told. After finding a comfortable position on the couch she hiked her skirt up just enough to give the doctor access to a delightful view of her pussy. As she laid back he pulled out a strange looking mechanical contraption. The silver cylindrical rod whizzed to life as he began to hover over a tense Claire. "You're going to rub that thing on me?" Claire said. Her eyebrows rose with suspicion.

"I promise that I have never heard a woman complain about discomfort during this procedure," Doctor Kipling said. "Please just relax."

As he said that the device pressed up against her, creating a sensation that was both pleasant and a little course. As she let the physician work Claire started to wish every ailment could be treated this way. Moisture began sliding down her legs to create a sticky puddle on the couch. Claire's small moans began to grow louder and Dr. Kipling was starting to worry she might disturb any passerbys. He reached up to cover her mouth with his one free hand.

"Mmffff...What are you doing," Claire asked through stifled cries.

"Shush pet. Let's not wake everyone around us." He could see pert nipples trying to poke through her thin shirt. The hand that was covering her mouth moved downward to expose a pair of creamy white breasts. Having cold fingers toying with her breasts only made those bright pink rosebuds grow harder. Hips started to move faster until she couldn't contain her pleasure anymore.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Claire cried out. She expected the pressure on her swollen lips to cease, but she could still feel the machine humming along. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore Doctor Kipling removed the vibrating rob to put his hard fleshy cock against her clit. He stroked her throbbing bud, intent on making her feel even more waves of pleasure. Watching her writhe in ecstasy had become addicting.

"I need to hear you moan like that again," he whispered into her ear. His hands grasped Claire's thin wrists. The sensation of being utterly helpless under this man caused her to feel another earth shaking wave of pleasure. The cock slid inside her easily and her hips began thrusting into it without thought. She was so focused on the feeling of being completely filled up that she didn't notice the vibrator until it was attacking her clit again.

"Sir please I can't take anymore!" Claire's words came out as breathy moans. This only encouraged him to continue and after one last thrust a sticky white fluid filled her. Her last orgasm caused one last primal scream to escape her lips. Both collapsed, every single bit of energy spent. While Claire drifted off into sleep on the couch she resolved to go to the doctor more often.