With a great show of reluctance,
Angelica made her way behind the screen and the other occupants of the room
listened to the sounds of fabric moving and sliding over skin. There was a long
moment of silence, which was broken at last by the sound of slippered feet and
the sight of Angelica coming around the screen, dressed only in a white cotton
gown and a pair of carpet slippers. Despite the fact that the gown was
respectably modest, the sleeves fully covering her arms and the hem going all
the way down to the floor, her cheeks were red with embarrassment in the
knowledge that she was totally naked under that single garment.
Dr Seward led her to the examination
table and had her sit on the black leather top. He had her undo her hair, which
fell to the middle of her back, and then checked her eyes, ears and mouth,
making careful notes all the while. He also felt the shape of her head, running
his fingers through her hair and palpitating her scalp.
Angelica rapidly came to feel like a
prize pig or cow at a country fair, but made no complaint. She was acutely
aware that much worse was to come, and soon.
Dr Seward's examination had progressed
to her throat, neck and shoulders. Then he said, "Kindly slip your arms
out of the sleeves and lower the gown to your waist so that I may continue with
the examination."
Angelica could almost palpably feel
the gaze of the doctor and the other two women upon her skin, like cobwebs
blown against her body by the wind. Dr Seward had warned her that should she
refuse to comply with his instructions, he would call upon the services of some
nurses to restrain her. With a shudder of horror, she pulled the front of the
gown apart and allowed the garment to slide down her slim white shoulders and
to fall of its own accord down to her waist. She extracted her arms and hands
from the sleeves one at a time, cringing as she felt her breasts sway as she
moved. She felt Dr Seward's hands move over her shoulders, trace her collar
bones, and then touch the upper slopes of her breasts.
He said, "I am now going to
palpitate your breasts and then stimulate your nipples with my fingers in order
to ensure that they are in good health and ready to perform their natural
function of producing milk for the children that you no doubt shall bear in the
future. Sit up straight and pull your shoulders back."
Angelica gasped when his hands closed
over her breasts. No one apart than herself had ever touched them since they
had developed their present full, rounded feminine shape. She had been
expecting him to grope and squeeze them like a cook selecting a pair of
grapefruit at a market stall, but instead, his touch was gentle and caressing.
Being a good, proper, god fearing English girl, it had never even occurred to
her that her breasts could be a source of pleasurable sensations. It therefore
came to her as quite a shock when she discovered that the doctor's touch was
not only painless, but quite stimulating as well. Shivers of a quite heretofore
unknown sensation ran down her spine and made her hands clench into fists. She
blushed bright red when she glanced up and saw Dr Seward's knowing smile.