Part the Third

Look for the Helpers

t was comforting to wear a corset and bustle again, and Governess dressed her in soft silk underthings, with the usual slits in the chemise for her teats to come through. The dress Governess picked out was a summer dress, with summer-slits in the bodice for Rowena’s teats, and sunbathing hold-backs on the overskirt, to part the slitted underskirt and chemise and bare her clitty to the sun. Governess fastened this open very wide.

‘We will have only a little breakfast today, little pet,’ Governess said, as she set the Machine to fill Rowena with only a quart, ‘the Doctor must be able to see everything first. But you can have the rest afterward, I promise.’

‘Yes, Mistress,’ Rowena said, but the Governess could tell she was upset, frightened at not being full. She pet Rowena’s cheek.

‘You’re being so brave for me, sweeting,’ she said. ‘I know you can do this. And he’ll know what to do to make you feel better.’

‘Yes, Mistress,’ Rowena said, a little stronger.

‘Good girl! And thie first breakfast shall be very rich and heavy, so you aren’t so hungry.’ Governess knew that was very different from the wickedness of the Keeper, and Rowena reacted well, relaxing as she felt the warmth, heavy as syrup, filling her. ‘And a nice heavy plug, for comfort,’ Governess said, as the Machine gently, slowly pushed one inside.

And at eight o’clock sharp, the Kindly Doctor arrived.

He was pretty, like Governess, but had very white hair, and wore all white and cream.

‘Hello, sweetheart,’ he said in a low, soft voice to Rowena. ‘I’m going to put some of this squidgy goo on your tiddies, and then we’ll slide my special tool all around and see what’s inside them, alright?’

Rowena looked at the jar of clear goo, and wondered. ‘Will it hurt?’

‘It shouldn’t, but I don’t know,’ he said gently, ‘if it hurts, you let me know and I’ll stop until you’re ready to try again, alright?’

‘I’m here, Rowena, I won’t let you be hurt again,’ Governess promised. ‘And he won’t even been pressing as hard as I do when I lull you to sleep.’

‘Oh,’ Rowena said, relieved to have a reference. ‘Yes, alright. I don’t mind goo.’ She giggled at such a silly word, and watched him pull on some thin white gloves that snapped tight, and spread the goo all over her skin, then he turned on a much smaller Machine he’d brought with him in his leather bag, and pulled from a brass hook on the side a little stubby wand with a rounded end that was attached with a spirally cord, and slid it all around her skin very slowly and carefully. It felt odd, but not bad at all. He looked at a little flat thing she couldn’t see, as he moved it, paused, moved it again. He didn’t say anything, and Rowena wondered. It felt very… something. She could hear a sound but… it was something she felt in her tiddies, not something she was hearing with her ears. But it was a sound, it couldn’t be anything but a sound.

‘What is it, pet? Does it hurt?’ Governess asked, seeing Rowena frown.

‘No, it’s… there’s a noise. In my tiddies there’s a noise. That’s silly, isn’t it?’

‘Not silly at all, that’s what my little machine is doing to make a picture of what’s inside you,’ the Kindly Doctor said with a gentle smile. ‘You’re very observant.’

‘Is anything inside her?’ the Governess asked.

‘When I’m finished looking, I will be able to answer; I like to get all the information, first.’

‘Sensible of you,’ the Governess conceded the point, and tried to be patient. The Doctor was a very good one, a Specialist in all matters mammary, and the Governess had shaped his Ladywife, and seen what had become of her. A very Accomplished Lady now, she gave seven gallons of milk a day from her teats, which weighed as much as the rest of her, thanks to the Doctor’s ministrations. They had no children; but the Doctor was a busy man tending to other people’s children, and preferred a childless home.

The Governess had to remind herself of this, remind herself that there were good Keepers, that most of them were good and properly-treated their Ladywives.

‘May I speak to you alone, Maestra?’ the Doctor said, when he’d examined both of Rowena’s teats. They went out onto the balcony overlooking the sea, and the Governess immediately moved so that Rowena could not see her face from the windows.

‘She has a SPDER device in each teat, they’re locking her milk glands completely closed, but leaving the main duct open, I’ve never seen the like. Do you have the remote?’

‘The… remote?’

‘Oh dear,’ the Doctor said. ‘You cannot move them without the remote, she will remain as she is until then. What… what happened, Maestra? I only read a Keeper had been taken to the guillotine for Crimes Most Unspeakable. Was it… Rowena’s Keeper?’

‘She was an evil woman,’ Governess said in a low voice, tightly-reining in her anger. ‘The Courts found evidence she had… destroyed many other Ladies, in the way she was destroying Rowena.’

‘How horrible.’

‘Rowena is a good girl,’ the Governess said, as though clinging to it, ‘She is a good girl, and I want to make it right again.’

‘You cannot blame yourself,’ the Doctor said kindly. ‘I know how it is, to have to treat the after effects of evil treatment. But it is not ever your fault that it happened. It is the fault of the one  who did such harm, and no one else’s.’

‘Then why must Rowena live with it? Why does Society abandon her? She can never marry again, she can never be Seen in society, she will be a pariah for the rest of her life! Tell me how that is fair!’ she said, finally angry enough that she lost control of her emotions, and began to cry angrily. ‘Tell me how that is right!’

The Kindly Doctor took her hands gently, giving her something to hold onto. ‘The Law does not think of everything.’

‘It should! Is that not why it is there?’

He squeezed her hands. ‘It is not so bad to have a spider device, if a Good Keeper holds the remote. And you are the best of people, Maestra. It will be yours, for always.’

‘It is evil, it is something she did to my girl,’ the words just slipped out, and the Governess was mortified to hear it said aloud. It felt so forbidden, thinking of herself as being Rowena’s Keeper, thinking of Rowena as hers in such a way. She looked up at the Doctor, expecting judgement, but when none came, she let herself breathe.

‘If I may, Maestra, you seem to need some healing, yourself.’

‘No,’ she said, but knew it was true. ‘It is Rowena, she is the one that needs healing. Not me. Nothing was done to me…’

‘That is an admirable attitude, but it is not true. You seem—if I may be so bold—you seem quite afraid to be Rowena’s Keeper, when it seems to me you are a perfect match. And you are retired now, there is nothing stopping you from living as married people do. Oh, the Law can go hang,’ he said, waving aside her protest with a flick of his tail. ‘The Law has no bearing inside your own heart. You love her, you love her as much as I love my own Ladywife. And you should love her, she loves you, I can see it in every fibre of her being.’

‘She was… she was my charge, Doctor Crema.’

‘And so she is again, and perhaps she will be forever. None of this fits into what is Proper, so why should any of it?’ He gentled. ‘For the moment, lay aside all the rules of Society, and just think about Rowena’s good. Get a remote—I can put you in touch with an Inventor. He’s a little mad, but Inventors must be, and withal, he has a kind soul.’

‘I… I suppose if it is to help Rowena feel less pain, I will do anything,’ the Governess said, feeling weary rather than frantic, suddenly. ‘Who is meant to use these spiders? Prisons?’

‘Oh no, no, they’re meant to be used in tandem with the Machine. I have friends who use them to help condition their Ladywives to their particular quirks, and I know of those who cannot afford a Governess to use them to be sure their girls still have a decent situation in life. They’re not meant for evil, Maestra. They’re meant to help a Governess and Tutor’s arts, as much as any piece of Technology.’

‘And this Inventor, is he… the only person you know of that can help?’ the Governess asked, as delicately as she could.

‘He is the best.’

‘I do not want Rowena to be upset any further.’

‘Give him a chance,’ the Doctor said. ‘You’re friends with Master Ketterly, are you not? He’s mad.’

‘Well,’ the Governess said, frowning a little, ‘he is eccentric.’

‘That is simply what we call madness when we know it as a friend.’

The Governess thought on this for a moment, eyes drawn to the sea once more. ‘I… suppose,’ she said, softly. ‘The world is wide,’ she said, remembering the words from a poem. ‘I never realised how wide, before.’

‘Governesses are a little cooped up in The Nursery,’ the Doctor said, with a gentle humour.

‘I am no longer a Governess.’ Finally saying it was painful, and yet… she felt a little better, a little freer. ‘Taking Rowena in made quite an end of that, however kindly they phrased it. I… I think sometimes that everyone would rather she would have perished, rather than surviving.’

‘Perish the thought,’ the Doctor said, even as he knew it to be true. A Doctor became privy to the ugly failures of Society much more often than Governesses did. ‘I am glad Rowena is alive, and I am much comforted by knowing my Ladywife’s Governess was of such valor to rescue her. It reflects well on what conduct you teach all your charges, to know that even when the world abandons them, you still have such a personal code of honour. And you, who shaped the royal girls! It makes one feel safe. I shall tell all of my colleagues and clients of your great strength of character.’

‘That is—that is very kind of you,’ the Governess said, her throat tight with emotion. She squeezed his hands where she held them. ‘Now,’ she said, taking a breath and efficiently blinking the tears from her eyes, ‘I think it would be well of you to see to her clitoris. There was some sort of Hardener injected into it.’

They went back inside, and Rowena lay aside her book.

‘Is everything alright, Mistress?’

‘It will be, my precious one,’ the Governess said, petting Rowena’s curls. ‘Now, the Doctor needs to have a look at your clitty, and that means you must lay down in the stirrups. I will be here.’

‘Yes, Mistress.’

‘Now, usually Hardener is temporary…’ the Doctor said, as he put on new gloves and warmed some lubricant in his hands, before smoothing it over her clitoris. ‘So there must be something constantly renewing it.’ He gently stroked, feeling the hardness of the flesh, so unnatural, and slid fingers gently inside her vagina, feeling around the edges of her urethra. ‘Can you feel that?’

‘No.’

Gently, he felt the swollen petals of her internal clitoris, blocking the vaginal passage. ‘Is she on the Roseberry method?’

‘Yes, but…’

‘But the eggs have been stopped,’ the Doctor finished, and heard Rowena’s little muffled sob. ‘Oh don’t worry, my dear,’ he said gently, as he felt the tell-tale filaments of the SPDER when he pressed the inner walls of her urethra, the base of her outer clitoris. ‘I know exactly what’s wrong, and it’s going to be alright. I’ve already told your Governess what to do.’ He pulled his hands away, stripping off the gloves and stroking her belly gently, feeling the ovaries, still enlarged but dormant, and… yes, he thought as he pressed gently down, he could feel another few filaments spidering over their surface, too. ‘You’ll be right as rain soon enough, just be patient, and trust your Governess. She says you’re a very good girl, so I know you will.’

‘Yes, sir,’ Rowena said, feeling better already.

‘Now, you rest here a moment, while I go and write out some instructions to Governess.’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘Good girl.’

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