Chapter 62, Forced Ejaculations
Dr Sherry left Ross in capable hands. For Rachel to have sex with a slave, especially one that she liked wouldn't be a problem for her. She was more than capable and qualified to take care of Ross' problem and his over abundant productivity. But with Ross' injuries, and the fact that Rachel was more than aware of the discomfort and pain that he was in, she wasn't as willing to 'take care of him' as she normally would have been. Medically speaking, she had no problem with doing procedures on him, with him, or to him, but that was under the doctor's direct supervision. Dr Sherry estimated that with Ross' condition, he wouldn't be that quick to desire cumming. That might take some work.
Dr Sherry knew that she was going to have to find a specialist. She already had a name in mind, knowing exactly who was needed. Dr Sherry had known Tamara 'Tammy' Lynn for almost ten years. When Dr Sherry was an attending physician at a large hospital, she had met the young and more than attractive Dr Lynn. Dr Lynn had done an internship under the tutelage of Dr Sherry and they immediately became close friends. Later, when Dr Lynn had moved up to surgical resident, they had become even closer. That was when Dr Sherry first found out about Tammy's inclinations. Over many nights out dining and a lot of alcohol tinged conversations, Dr Sherry found that her younger friend more than enjoyed working on the male anatomy, in particular, the reproductive areas. She not only enjoyed it, she thrived on it. It was only a matter of time before the young Dr Lynn went into urology and in particular, fertility and reproductive medicine. She quickly climbed the medical ladder, not just because of her unbelievable looks but also on her abilities and insight. In Dr Lynn's case, mastery in the medical field was an understatement. As a women's specialist she was excellent. As a male's specialist, she was renowned. In regards to the male anatomy, if it was broken, she could fix it.
"Dr Sherry calling for Dr Lynn," Caren said into the phone from her private office.
"One moment please, I'll connect you," came the polite and professional voice from the other end. It was flattering and it was also obvious that the female on the other end of the phone, knew who Dr Sherry was. If she hadn't known of her, she would have been asking what the call was in reference to. As it was, Dr Sherry was immediately being put through to Dr Lynn's phone. Caren had seen Tammy's small practice turn into a nationally known clinic, specializing in gynecology and also in her own version of gynecology for males. Since the new world order had come about, Tammy was too young to really know or understand males, she had quickly learned about them through her own brand of medicine. On one hand, she had gained a reputation as being the brilliant expert in the new field of male gynecology, and on the other hand, she was seen by some as a modern day medical Marquis de Sade. Either way, she didn't seem to care about the public's feelings. She had no problem with being considered by some as the female equivalent of Dr Frankenstein.
"Is this Dr Caren Sherry, the legendary sex fiend?" the voice came over the phone, laughing.
"It is. Are you still torturing males for sex and calling it medicine?" Dr Sherry immediately queried.
"Yes I am and loving every minute of it. What have you been up to? It's been a long time," Dr Lynn asked.
"Work, work and more work. Busier than usual, but if it's like your work, that's a good thing."
"I know that feeling. It's been so long since we've talked. Are you calling to get together so that we can discuss the male anatomy and how to control their sexual functions?" Dr Lynn asked laughing.
"That would be an interesting topic, but we can do that later. Right now I have a little problem that I need your expertise on, sort of an emergency," Caren quickly added in.
"Did you go and break another one of your male toys?" Tammy asked laughing.
"Oh, it's broken alright, but it wasn't me that did it."
"Ahh, one of your female slaves got too rough with a male. Or was it one of your trainers? You'd be surprised at how much I know about your 'little' business," Tammy said with sincere friendliness.
"And me with yours," Caren quickly countered. "We really have to get together and compare notes. Remembering how you enjoyed your work with males, I have some very good prospects here that you might like to play with or should I say 'medically practice on'," she said.
"Well, if you put in the medical sense, I would love to have some time alone with some of the males that you have. I have heard through the grapevine that you do have some nice specimens. I have done some research and have a lot to tell you about, things that could be advantageous to your facility."
"I really would love to hear it. But for right now, I have a slave that has been damaged," Caren said seriously.
"Damaged, or do you mean injured? You do know that there is a difference?"
"Either way, you know what I mean. He's one of my more 'in demand' slaves and I really think that we might have a serious problem."
"In other words, he's either not able to make any money for you, or you can't fuck him? Have I correctly assessed the situation?" Tammy added with a laugh.
"Both," Caren said laughing. "Based on my medical experience in this area, I am not sure of what needs to be done. I know what the immediate treatment calls for but I'm not sure about the post emergency status for him,"
"Well, since I know that you're an excellent doctor and the fact that I've seen your work in the emergency room, I'm assuming that this 'problem' is one of a urology or reproductive sort. Would that be a safe assumption?"
"You hit the nail right on the head, so to speak. Are you busy?" Caren asked seriously.
"Yes, but for you, I'll get there as soon as I can. Medically, can it wait for one hour or maybe a little more? I'm right in the middle of a research procedure myself and it's at a crucial point."
"I bet that you are," Caren said laughing.
