Chapter 28, The Specimen
About the same time that Ross was filling up the second rubber, Mistress Francesca arrived unannounced at the facility. She had driven herself and did not have any bodyguards with her. Sitting in the front seat, wearing only a blanket was Darcy. It was almost like old times for Mistress Francesca and Dr Sherry. The doctor could tell that Mistress Francesca was distraught and immediately ushered her into her private office. Darcy didn't say a word, taking a seat on the floor against the wall with her head hung down. She looked very dejected and sat silently. It was definitely not the same arrogant and bold bodyguard that had visited just two days before. Dr Sherry noticed her demeanor immediately.
"I'm so sorry to have to come here today. I honestly don't know where to start, or even what to say," the Mistress began.
"Why don't you just blurt it all out, we'll piece it together later," the doctor told her, a more than serious look on her face.
"I fear that Darcy might have some serious sexual infection. I also fear that she might have given it to your slave," the Mistress said, ducking her head down and looking away. It was obvious that she was suffering some deep humiliation.
Mistress Francesca then poured out the entire story. At the same time that Ross was taken to the Mistress' nurse to be examined, Darcy had been taken to another treatment room. Since she had received some injuries during the fight, she was going to be checked out also. Once the nurse had finished with Ross, she had gone to check on Darcy. Lori, the nurse had noticed the obvious irritation and inflammation to Darcy's pussy, but felt that was common, knowing that 'sexual combat' involved rough sex. It was common for the females to receive some genital injuries or at least, irritation. She also noticed what appeared to be swelling and welts on Darcy's forearms and hands.
The morning after Ross and Darcy appeared in the arena, Darcy developed a serious infection in her pussy. Her pussy had become raw and inflamed with a heavy discharge. The Mistress was sure that it was a form of STD. Because of this, the Mistress wanted the doctor to check out Darcy, and to inform her that Ross might be infected as well. Darcy sat in the corner of the room, quietly, holding the blanket up covering most of her face. Apparently the defeat by Ross had been more than she was willing to face.
The doctor sat listening, solemnly. She could see that her old friend was grief stricken and worried. She was no longer the independent and eccentric Mistress Francesca, she was back to being who she really was, Francine. All of her arrogance and false airs was gone. It was obvious to the doctor, that if Darcy had given an infection to Ross, then Ross probably passed the same infection on to the Mistress. The Mistress had a multitude of things to worry about. She might be infected. Her number one female slave was infected. The slave that she had rented for such a high price was infected and he didn't even belong to her. Francine knew that damaging Ross was going to cost her a lot of money. And she had to openly tell the doctor everything. Francine feared the worst.
"Explain to me, exactly what happened," Doctor Sherry said dryly. "Darcy, come over here. Stand by my desk," the doctor motioned for Darcy to come closer. Darcy very meekly approached the doctor. Standing at the corner of the desk, Darcy stood there, her head hung down, clutching the blanket tightly around her.
"Drop your blanket, let me look," the doctor told Darcy. Darcy reluctantly dropped the blanket to the floor, clasping her arms across her chest as she squeezed her thighs tightly together. For the first time, she was actually trying to hide her body.
"Drop your hands to your sides. Spread your legs apart," the doctor said, leaning closer to look between Darcy's thighs. Darcy was mortified, her face blushing deeply as she did as she was told. She was nowhere near the arrogant bitch that she had been during her last visit. The doctor almost thought that it was a totally different person. Darcy slowly spread her feet to her sides, exposing the tender area between her thighs. Dr Sherry looked closely and then told Darcy to spread her lips apart. Hesitantly, Darcy reached down and pulled the raw and irritated pussy lips apart. She grimaced obviously as she held herself open.
"A simple test will let us know what is wrong. She obviously has an infection," the doctor said to the Mistress. She opened her desk drawer and pulled out a packaged sterile swab. Opening it, the doctor thrust the long wooden swab up into Darcy. Darcy cried out and jumped as the pain shot through her pussy. Moving the swab around, the doctor took a specimen of Darcy's inner vaginal wall. Pulling it out, she pushed it around the thickly swollen pussy lips, causing Darcy to stagger slightly. She was about to pass out. The doctor then had Darcy turn and face the desk, holding on to the desk. Spreading her legs apart, the doctor had Darcy bend over and spread her butt cheeks. Slowly, Darcy complied. The doctor took another sterile swab and forcefully pushed it into Darcy's swollen and irritated anus. She winced as the swab moved around inside of her. The doctor then packaged the swab to be analyzed later.
"This is somewhat different," the doctor said, peering at Darcy's anus. She had seen the vaginal discharge, but no indication of a discharge from her butt. If infected, there should have been discharge equally from both orifices.
"We'll know in a few days," the doctor told Darcy. "Until then, she should be quarantined. No sexual contact of any kind," she told the Mistress. "From what I hear, she could use the rest, and maybe some attitude adjustment." The doctor motioned for Darcy to pick up her blanket, which she did so, wrapping it tightly around her nude form. She was beginning to cry as she quietly walked back over to the corner of the room.
"Now Mistress, if you would kindly tell me what the hell went on at your party. I'm not use to having injuries to my slaves. I've already heard that it was Darcy that inflicted the damage to my slave," the doctor said, glaring at the shaken Darcy. She could only look down, staring at the floor. Darcy was indeed a changed woman from the one that had appeared two days before.
Mistress Francesca took a deep breath and hesitantly began to explain her 'parties' and what took place the night before. Before she could get started, Dr Sherry waved her hand, motioning her to stop talking. She reached over and picked up a desk phone and called Lorin, who was in the middle of Ross' training. She explained to Lorin that there might be a problem and that Darcy might have infected Ross. The doctor also explained that Mistress Francesca and Darcy were in her office at that very moment, with Darcy being examined. She then told Lorin that she wanted an immediate specimen taken of Ross' sperm, to check for infection. She would take a blood sample later. She wasn't asking Lorin, she was telling Lorin. She also told Lorin to be very careful with any of Ross' body fluids, and that he was to be quarantined as soon as the specimen was taken. She also said that she was sending Rachel over to assist her.
"Now, where were we? Oh yes, you were telling me how you damaged my slave," was all that the doctor said as she glared at Francine. Francine began in great detail, trying to make the doctor understand what was happening at the estate. Doctor Sherry suspected that the Mistress, Darcy and Ross could have the same sexual infection. But first, she wanted to hear the rest of the story, and exactly what happened between Ross and Darcy. Mistress Francesca took a deep breath and began explaining. The doctor sat back to hear the explanation. She was still glaring at Francine.
Back in Jenn's training room, they were trying to decide what to do.
"I'm not sure if we can get any more out of him," Jenn told Lorin. "That was a huge amount that came out in the first orgasm, and then another huge amount for the second. I'm surprised that there was a third." Jennifer was actually concerned for the slave, and was also worried about herself. Lorin wasn't worried about what had happened so far. Since Ross was wearing a rubber, almost all contaminants were captured inside the rubber. Each time they had cleaned him with a rag, they had used an antibacterial soap and hot water. Both would clean up before proceeding, and then they would glove up.
Within a few minutes, Rachel arrived at the training room. Knocking, she was allowed in by Lorin. The doctor did not want any of the staff getting any information about the slave possibly having an STD. So far, only the doctor, Jenn, and Lorin knew about any possible contamination. Rachel stepped inside the door and was motioned over to a corner of the room, by Lorin.
