Doctor Footman tries to help with this: "Most people who come to see me have sleep disorders."

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1 [2012/01/06 13:09] Dr. Molly Footman sits at her desk and looks at the appointment calendar. There is one appointment left to see. She was placed at the end of the day because Dr. Footman has plans. Ariona knocks softly before entering. The Doctor looks up and smiles. "Come in... come in..." She watches Ariona move nervously from chair to couch and try to get comfortable. "There's no need to be so nervous... I don't bite." Ariona fidgets with the hem of her skirt as she sits on the couch. "Thank you for seeing me on such relatively short notice, Dr. Footman. I've heard great things about you." The pretty girl tries to breathe deeply and closes her eyes. She's always had an unwarranted fear of doctors. The older woman smiles and tries not to be obvious about looking her new patient up and down. "Well, I am always happy to have new patients. I have a pretty high cure rate..." Here the doctor giggles. "And when they are cured, they don't often visit me anymore." The doctor pauses and licks her lips tentatively. "Where to begin? That's always hardest isn't it, Miss Afterthought." She watches Ariona fidget nervously and admires the smooth curve of her calves into her slender ankles. The nervous girl crosses her long legs and looks at the floor. Doctor Footman tries to help with this: "Most people who come to see me have sleep disorders." Ariona clears her throat nervously and begins. "I guess it all started about eight weeks ago, Dr. Footman. I came across a car accident... the worst I've ever seen. Medics were just arriving... There weren't any survivors. I haven't been able to sleep through the night since." The doctor nods sympathetically. "That is like a form of post traumatic stress syndrome... very treatable." Ariona smiles for the first time since entering the office. "That, Dr. Footman, is such a relief to hear!" She looks much more interested now in her surroundings and her position. "How exactly do you treat it? The Doctor pauses and sighs. "Before we go into therapeutic options, I must say that the trauma you mention is very glib... no offense... but is that for sure all that is troubling you, Miss Afterthought?" Ariona stops and thinks for several moment. " Well... My long-time boyfriend moved out 4 months ago. Six years we were together... what a joke. Anyway, life's been bit of an upheaval since then." Molly steeples her fingers under her chin and waits for her new patient. She admires the full curves of Ariona's hips and breats and nods slowly. "Multiple traumas... I thought as much." Ariona muses, "And then... the accident..." Ari shudders, goosebumps evident on the exposed flesh of her chest.

2 Molly smiles again. "Still quite treatable, Ariona." The doctor watches Ariona closely for any reaction to the familiarity implied by using her first name. "I just... I hate being alone, ya know? And the nightmares... I'm willing to try just about anything you've got, Dr Footman." The doctor nods sympathetically, pleased that there was no negative reaction to her use of Ariona's first name. "I have a number of possible avenues of therapy. Some are a bit risky, but usually effective." Ariona glances up at the doctor with a bit of fear and relief. She seems warm and inviting, and decides she can be trusted. Molly continues while smiling with encouragement, "We can try hypnosis. Low risk. Not often effective for trauma like yours. At least not in one session." " You mean like pocket watches and spinning spirals?", asks the nervous girl. She blushes, realizing how offensive she must have sounded. The Doctor laughs warmly. "Well... not quite like that, but no medications so not very dangerous." She pauses and clears her throat: "Or..." Her voice trails off. Ariona nods thoughtfully. " I'd rather not get hooked on a load of pills, doc, but what's the or?" Molly pauses and looks down at her desk. Her eyes are slowly drawn back to the woman fidgeting on her couch. She looks at the stylish boots. Her eyes follow the line of the women's curvy legs and full thighs up to the short skirt and rounded womanly hips. She allows her eyes to linger on the round, lovely breasts. She finally makes eye contact. "It's experimental. An inhaled substance I have been working on. Cathartic... not in the physical sense... the emotional one." It takes a moment for Ariona to fully register what the doctor has said. "Ah, so no pills?" The doctor nods silently. After a moment, Ariona decides. " Hell. I'll try anything at this point to get a good night's rest." She giggles nervously and adds, "I'd probably eat a baby goat if you told me it would do the trick." The older woman smiles and says: "No pills and no baby goat. But..." Again the doctor's voice trails off. She looks down nervously. "I should really examine you to make sure you are physically able to endure possible side effects of the inhalant." She rises and gestures to the door. "Alright then...the exam room is across the hall." Ariona stands and makes eye contact with the doctor. "Thanks again for getting me in so quickly. I'm just at my wit's end." She pauses wrings her hands a bit before crossing the hall. Molly watches Ariona rise and takes in her full rounded shape, momentarily catching her breath. She has hopes for this one. She holds her breath as the girl wrings her hands and then bends and brushes a bit of fuzz off her nylons. A bit more leg is revealed and the girls rounded bottom is more clearly revealed through the tightening skirt. The doctor's resolve hardens and she thinks to herself, "This one is special." She swallows nervously. She has such hopes for this girl. " I will need you to sit on the

3 table... and take off your blouse for starters." The doctor places her stethoscope in her ears and awaits her patient. Ariona takes off her sweater and sets it down beside her. The older woman licks her lips nervously and looks at the smooth skin of Ariona's shoulders and the gentle curves of her back. She places the stethoscope on her patient and listens. "A few deep breathes if you would." Ariona breathes in deeply and slowly, then exhaling, her chest rising. Her nipples harden lightly at the slight coolness of the room without the comfort of her sweater. The doctor watches the rise and fall of the rounded breasts of her patient, noting the erect nipples standing out beneath the lacey bra and finds her right hand moving slowly toward the girls left breast. She whispers: Good... good... " What exactly are you looking for, Doc?", Ariona asks, her anxiety still evident. Molly 's hand freezes a fraction of an inch from Ariona's breast. "Well... I wanted to make sure you have no... er... chest diseases before I give you an inhalant." She hesitates. "And cancer screening... so important no matter what..." The doctor hesitates. "I should... should examine your breasts." Ariona nods, apparently satisfied and shifts a bit, her fingers brushing just lightly against the doctor's leg as her hand moves past. Molly feels the gentle touch on the smooth nylon of her thigh and shivers, swallows hard and waits, eyes down cast. She cups Ariona's breast and begins to gently knead the hardened nipple. Ariona gasps slightly, the doctor's touch a bit of a surprise. The Doctor notes the surprise in her patient, but decides to brazen it out. "No nodules... no masses..." She continues to gently massage the soft rounded breast and the hardened nipple. The girl bites her lip and blushes. She hasn't been touched at all since her boyfriend left, and despite the awkwardness of the moment she's feeling slightly aroused at the kneading. She hopes the doctor doesn't take note. The doctor notes the slight tension in the girl and smiles tentatively. "Any tenderness... or pain where I am... touching?" "No pain at all, doc." Molly smiles and moves her hand to the other breast. "Good... good..." Her voice is a bit strange and husky. "You are quite a lovely girl..." She realizes this may be a bit too far. "Too lovely to have insomnia, nightmares and such. But so far I find that you are going to do fine with my inhalant... very healthy..." Her hand cups Ariona's left breast and gently kneads. Ariona smiles, glad she will be able to try this course of action. The older woman rests her hand idly on Ariona's thigh. "Now... we could try a small test dose... since you lungs are clear and I don't detect any sign of cancer." Her eyes trace the soft fullness of Ariona's lips, her pert nose and rest on her eyes. She awaits the girl's reply, her breath becoming somewhat ragged. "Okay... What exactly does it do? Does it hurt?"

4 Molly purses her lips. "It is not unlike an anesthetic... a bit like nitrous oxide really. You will probably have some reduction of consciousness... you may have some vivid dreams. I don't think I want to try a full dose yet. But a small dose to make sure that you have no untoward reactions..." She finds she is gently stroking Ariona's thigh in a coaxing manner "It should not hurt at all... no... just the opposite. It should feel quite good.". The girl relaxes, evidently not averse to the gentle touch on her thigh and breathes out. "That doesn't seem so bad." The blond doctor smiles very reassuringly and continues to stroke Ariona's thigh. "No... not bad at all. Maybe just the thing you need." She produces a mask and hands it to the girl. Just put this on... not too tightly. I want you to be comfortable." The lovely young girl settles the rubber mask on her face. The doctor smiles, knowing she will soon have all she wants and turns a small valve on a wall mounted anesthesia outlet. Ariona gets a slight head rush from the cool clean oxygen. Molly smiles and let's her hand move idly higher on Ariona's thigh. "How does that feel?" Arion settles back on the examination table, resting on her elbows. "It feels fine, the mask isn't too uncomfortable or anything." The doctor and smiles, a strange intensity in her expression and turns the knob on the gas outlet. "OK... I am increasing the dosage... let me know if you feel anything unpleasant." The hiss if gas increases... there is a slight metallic smell to the gas entering the mask. Ariona breathes in at first feels nothing, but soon starts to feel her head swim. Ariona finds that she seems to be viewing events from the distance. She can hear and see... but she finds she is really not able to move or speak. Her voice husky with desire, the doctor say, "You are quite lovely... quite..." She clears her throat. "Desirable... Ariona's eyes widen, but no other response is visible. The doctor's hand moves slowly down between the girl's legs. "I think you are a very, very beautiful woman... very..." The girl tries to struggle, but the effort is futile. Although her emotions are churning, her lithe body is relaxed and supine on the table. The older blond feels the slight tension in Ariona's body as the girl tries to struggle an smiles. "Shhhhh... shhhhh... just breathe... this must be a dream, yes? And not such a bad one, no?" The doctor turns the valve on the wall mounted machine with one hand and the hiss of gas increases. With the other hand she cups Ariona's sex. Ariona feels the room spin, the doctor's light touches pleasing her, her surrounding seeming quite surreal. The doctor rocks the semiconscous girl back onto the table and leans down putting her face between the girls legs. Her voice is muffle as she whispers: "No fears... no fears... just a dream... just a dream..."

5 The distant voice of the doctor barely reaches her ears, but she feels the movement of the doctor's lips against her though her panties and hose. A pleasant blush of arousal enters her, a feeling she's not felt in some time. It is like a meeting of an old friend. Even through the girl's panties and hose, the warmth of her sex is evident to the doctor's probing lips. She kisses and gently mouths Ariona's sex. She inhales deeply of her. She says: "Just a lovely, lovely dream..." Ariona feels a pleasant warmth and wetness between her thighs, sweet memories of her former lover rushing to her mind. In her drugged reality he is there, lightly probing, teasing as he was so wont to do. Molly embraces Ariona's hips with arms and mouths the girl's sex through her clothing... a gentle hint of womanly flavor as well as sexual aroma is apparent to her. She knows she cannot keep this up, but lingers a bit longer. She says: "A dream... one which you will surely return to the doctor to repeat..." In her mind, it is Ariona's former lover nestled between her damp thighs, she is warm, safe, secure in their bedroom. His lips coax her to him, her moisture wetting his lips. Molly smiles as she finds a dampness now apparent through the girls clothing. She knows this one will not disappoint her. She stands and gently turns the gas to it's highest level and watches the girl's eyes fluter, cross and then roll back so only whites can be seen. She knows that Ariona is now completely out cold. She squeezes the breathing bag hanging from the wall mounted machine forcing gas into Ariona's lungs. She squeezes it again. Again. Yet again. Ariona is limp and motionless, barely breathing except for the rise and fall of her breasts as the doctor forces the gas into her with each squeeze of the bag. "When you wake up... this will be a dream... just a lovely dream..." After a few more seconds, the doctor changes the gas mix to pure oxygen and continues forcing the gas into Ariona's unresisting body. The girl's eyelids flutter, and her crossed eyes slow focus. She blinks a few times and looks toward the doctor who is smiling. The doctor helps the groggy woman to sit slowly upright... her hands linger on the girl's shoulders and breasts as she steadies her. She helps the girl slip the rubber mask off and watches as she rubs her eyes slowly and looks around. "Where..." Molly cannot resist gently kissing the girl's ear... she pulls back hoping she has not revealed too much. " You seem to tolerate the inhalant very well, Ariona..." The brush of the doctor's finely formed, thin lips goes unnoticed as the girl looks down at her wettened thighs and crosses her legs, hoping the doctor doesn't notice. " I, well, it isn't what I expected." The doctor whispers: "No... no... the first time is a bit shocking..." "It wasn't bad at all, quite nice really," Ariona allows. She rubs her arms, suddenly realizing she is still without a shirt. Molly smiles warmly and hands the girl her blouse. "Looking for this, Ariona?" The doctor admires the girls' torso once more.

6 " Thanks, Doc," she replies as she hurries into her sweater. The doctor allows her hand to touch Ariona's leg and looks into her eyes. "I think you are pretty much recovered and can go... If you think this therapy might help you with your sleeplessness, I'd like you to make an appointment with the nurse on the way out. Make sure she puts you on for last in the day, alright?" There is a brief pause and the doctor bites her lip hopefully. Ariona finishes settling her blouse and looks at the doctor appreciatively. "I'll definitely be back." Molly watches the girl walk away, her eyes lingering on Ariona's legs. "I'm delighted..." END CHAPTER 1