The Venus
Project (part 1)
A story by
SubSophie
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tort medical nc)
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This story
is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, or any
real situation is entirely coincidental. The acts described are purely
imaginary and are for the purposes of fantasy only. They are not suggested,
recommended or condoned in ANY way whatsoever.
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It was a crisp July morning. The sun shone from a cloudless blue sky and the air was still chilly. Thirty six year-old mother of two, Rachel Kerrmann, arrived
at the sleek, hi-rise block in the centre of town and walked up to the glass
doors which opened automatically for her. Entering the glass and stainless
steel lobby she felt slightly apprehensive, partly because she was always
somewhat ill at ease in large public spaces, but partly because of the
completely unfamiliar nature of what was about to happen to her. For the same
reasons, however, her apprehension was mingled with butterflies of excitement
in the pit of her stomach. As she approached the reception desk, the young
woman seated behind it looked up and gave her a beaming smile.
����������� Good afternoon. May I help you? �Rachel � her shoulders hunched with anxiety �
answered,
����������� My name is Rachel. Rachel Kerrmann. I am
here for the Venus Project? The last word was spoken with a slight upward
inflection, now universal but which, only a few years earlier would have been
associated exclusively with Australians. Rachel had studied the emailed
documentation well and was pleased she had remembered the name without having
to consult the version she had printed off and brought with her.
Certainly, madam, let me check...The woman consulted her monitor
with a studious expression and, after making a few mouse clicks, looked back at
Rachel with another professional smile. Ah
yes, here we are...you are meeting Dr Kuren in room 137. So it�s over there to
the lifts, she indicated across the lobby to her right, then up to the fifth floor and along the
corridor to your right. Dr Kuren will meet you there.
Thank you, answered Rachel,
do I need to sign in or anything?
No, everything�s arranged, madam. They are expecting you. Another
smile, and another wave over to the lifts.
Rachel stood in the steel box as it
ascended the lift shaft. She couldn�t back out now, even if she wanted to. She
had announced her presence and was �expected�. She had heard about the Venus
Project from a friend, some six months earlier. Or rather, she had heard about
something which had piqued her interest. The rest had been accomplished courtesy
of those clever people at Google.
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She had been at Catherine�s leaving party. Normally, she
avoided such occasions, but Catherine had been a good friend and ally in the
office, especially during her frequent brushes with the less than capable
management. Rachel felt that the least she could do was to turn up and help to
give her friend a decent send-off. They had been for a meal and soon found
themselves in a less than salubrious bar not far from the office when she had
overheard a conversation between two of the newer, younger girls in the finance
division.
����������� I can�t remember what it�s called, Helen.
Does it matter? I hardly think you�ve got that kind of money anyway, have you?
Unless you�ve been doing the lottery again? General laughter. The point is, it sounds incredible! The
ultimate sexual experience. And it�s only for women.
����������� Yeah but what does that actually
mean, Karina? The ultimate sexual experience?
����������� Well apparently, it�s like some sort
of science thing. They have all these experts doing it all. Working out what�s
best for you and then designing it. I dunno. Kind of like going to some health
spa, or the Sanctuary or something. Except it�s sex!
����������� Doesn�t sound that hot to me...
����������� Oh come off it, Karen. I reckon it
sounds amazing. It�s all tailor-made to suit your own precise needs and sexual
tastes. It�s unique for you. I�d love to do it, but I am never going to have
that kind of dosh.
����������� And you don�t remember the name
anyway! Helen laughed which
might present certain problems, even if you did have the money!
����������� �Venus!� Shouted
Karina. Something to do with Venus. And
it�s in London somewhere. That�s all I remember.
Rachel�s interest had been aroused. She made a mental note
and later that evening, she went online and searched using a variety of
combinations of the words �Venus� �sexuality� �science� and �ultimate� It
didn�t take her long to find the website and she read the marketing pitch with
great interest.
At first, she had been rather shocked by the price. You could
go on a Mediterranean cruise for that kind of money! But on reflection a few
days later, she felt that it was probably about time she treated herself. She
had her savings, after all, and had spent most of her life raising children and
looking after other people. Didn�t she deserve to indulge herself for once? In
any case, there would still be a little left over and what else would she ever
be likely to spend it on. As someone had once famously said, you can�t take it with you.
As the weeks went by and she got nearer and nearer to the
appointment, she found her thoughts turning more and more towards sex. There
was a general air of erotic anticipation about her that she had not experienced
since her teens. Her life was so busy she scarcely had time to indulge her
sexual feelings. Indeed, she had started to wonder if they had left her for
good. But she soon found she was masturbating more often too (in the normal
course of events, this only occurred once or twice a month). When the day of
her appointment did finally arrive, she awoke with an almost overwhelming sense
of expectation and on the train to London she became aware of an uncomfortable
degree of dampness in her underwear. Evidence surely, if any were needed, of
just how much she was looking forward to the experience. At one point, she even
had to visit the rather less than salubrious train lavatory in order to absorb
some of the moisture with some toilet tissue. She was relieved that she had at
least decided to wear a skirt, since such indiscreet evidence of her excitement
would be a good deal less troublesome.
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The lift came noiselessly to a halt and the doors opened.
Rachel stepped forward tentatively before noticing the sign announcing the
fifth floor. She was aware of a singular odour; electronics or computers, she
thought. She turned to her right and walked along the corridor until she came
to the door to the rather high-tech looking unit. She tried it, but it was
sealed with a key card device. Looking through the glass door into what she
assumed must be the Venus Project, everything she saw was sleek, modern and
efficient. It seemed like some exclusive clinic or research lab. She was
considering the problem of how she would gain access to the unit, when a tall,
elegant woman in a white lab coat appeared at the other side and swiped her
card causing the door to swing open.
����������� Good morning! She announced in a
friendly yet authoritative tone. You must
be Ms Kerrmann? Rachel. She smiled warmly and extended her hand in welcome
and Rachel was struck, on looking into her eyes, by how handsome she was. Her
long, dark hair fell in waves and framed an oval face of a somewhat Slavic or
eastern appearance. Her eyes were brown and adorned with dark, pronounced brows
and she had well chiselled cheekbones.
����������� Yes, answered Rachel. Hello. I am Rachel. Have I come to the right
place? She let out a slightly strained laugh in her eagerness to seem as
relaxed as possible. Her hunched shoulders, however, told a different story.
The woman continued,
����������� I am Dr Kuren. I am delighted to welcome you
to the Venus Project. The two shook hands and Rachel�s admittedly somewhat
rhetorical question remained unanswered as Dr Kuren led her through the doorway
and into the unit. She went on, I expect
you have a lot of questions, Rachel. I shall attempt to explain as much about
the project as I can before we meet the rest of the team, but in the meantime,
do please feel free to ask me anything you like.
����������� Oh. Um, yes. Not sure where to start
really! I have so many. How many people have done the program before me?
����������� Well, we started in the Summer of
last year and I believe we have had about 62, all told.
����������� Wow! I assumed it was newer than
that. So you must be getting pretty good at it by now. I mean... no, I�m sorry,
that sounded a bit cheeky. I meant...to Rachel�s relief, Dr Kuren
interrupted her with a laugh.
����������� Well, I hope so Rachel. We�ve certainly not
had any complaints!
����������� Many satisfied customers then! Rachel
laughed, put at her ease by Dr Kuren�s easy and relaxed manner.
����������� Quite so! Now, would you mind if I asked you
a question, Rachel?
����������� No, of course. Feel free.
Well I gather from your application that you have had some episodes of
sexual problems?
����������� Err...yes. That�s right. I used to
have a lot of trouble reaching orgasm with men, until I met my second husband.
He changed all that. But then, unfortunately, we broke up and I have pretty
much avoided relationships since then.
����������� Yes, I see. I am sorry to hear that
but I can quite understand, Rachel. We can explore that in a little more detail
later, during the psychological evaluation. But, you�ll be relieved to hear
that our project does not depend on men at all, or indeed any form of sexual
partner.
����������� So, how does it all work exactly? Asked
Rachel, who had surprised herself at how succinctly she had just summarised the
last twenty plus years of her life to a complete stranger.
����������� In essence, answered Dr Kuren, we carry out a full evaluation of your
physical and psychological sexual functioning and then use that information to
construct a program of highly customised erotic stimuli for you - and only you
- which will result in the most earth shattering sexual experience of your
life. She led Rachel into a small room with a table and two chairs in the
centre and a medical examination couch in the corner and they sat down at the
table. Rachel flushed with excitement at the prospect and laughed nervously,
����������� Gosh! That certainly sounds incredible.
����������� Oh believe me, replied Dr
Kuren, it is! I was the first subject.
Rachel found this notion strangely enticing. She had never considered herself
to have any real lesbian tendencies, although she had always preferred the
company of women in general and had extremely close and long standing female
friendships. And yet, the idea of this handsome, elegant and clearly
accomplished woman experiencing intense sexual delight was arousing her. The detailed ground work we do allows us to
build a complete picture of what works for you, what turns you on and how you
respond on a psychic as well as on a physical level. Now, I shall soon introduce you to two of my colleagues, Dr Mace and Dr
Bornholm who will carry out most of the evaluation. But first I want to explain
to you roughly what you can expect in the next few hours. Oh, before I forget
she reached into her pocket for a small plastic tube containing a tablet which
she released and handed to Rachel. You
need to take this.
����������� What is it?
����������� Really just a mild tranquiliser.
Something of our own design. Just to relax you enough to participate fully in
the project. Rachel frowned. She had an innate distrust of medicines. Of course, if you�d rather not, added Dr
Kuren, reaching forward to recover the tablet.
No, no. That�s fine. Rachel swallowed the tiny white pill and then
continued, can I just ask something?
����������� Of course, Rachel. Whatever you
like. Dr Kuren smiled again and fixed Rachel�s gaze in an almost
flirtatious way.
����������� Dr Bornholm and Dr...err..?
Mace.
����������� Mace. Yes. Are they male or female? asked
Rachel.
����������� They are both male, Rachel. Why do you ask?
����������� Well, you said that there was a
physical examination...I just... Dr Kuren put her hand on Rachel�s
arm reassuringly.
����������� Oh you needn�t worry, Rachel. Dr Mace will
be doing your physical, but I assure you it will not be unpleasant in the
slightest. It�s not like having a pap smear or anything like that, I promise
you. But if you�d rather, I can stay in the room with you during the entire
process? It�s not a problem, at all. Rachel blushed again.
����������� I think I would like that, Dr Kuren, if that�s ok. I am sorry. It�s probably a bit silly. It�s just...
����������� Nonsense! Of course it�s perfectly
ok, Rachel. I quite understand. But I suspect you have the wrong idea of the
evaluation in any case. What we need to establish is precisely how your body is
structured and how it functions, from a sexual point of view. Everyone is
unique and we have to be able to build as complete a picture as possible about
you. But it wasn�t as a chaperone that Rachel wanted Dr Kuren�s
presence. It was as a voyeur. She wanted her to see her body and perhaps, who
knows, even to be aroused by it. She relished the thought of having to expose
herself, her sexual self, to this tall, impressive beauty
����������� So I guess that must be a pretty
thorough physical then? asked Rachel, he�ll
need to inspect me very closely, I presume? She paused, briefly. My front bottom, I mean?
����������� Yes, Rachel, that�s right. He will,
but it will be done in a rather unusual way. Not the cold, clinical way it is
done at the gynaecologist�s. Well...you�ll find out soon enough. But I have
just learned one vital piece of information. She started to enter some
keystrokes on the handheld device Rachel suddenly noticed she had been carrying
since they met.
����������� Information? Asked Rachel. What information?
����������� The word you just used.� Front
bottom�. It is vital for much of� what
follows that we know your own personal word for your genitals. Everyone has
their own preferred term they are comfortable with.� We can�t just come out and� ask you because the response would be too
considered. Too forced. So we must wait until it just �pops out� Usually, it
takes a lot longer than that. So thank you!
����������� I must just be more brazen than most
of you subjects then! she laughed.
����������� Indeed, smiled Dr Kuren. Indeed you must be. But her warm
expression contained no judgment, despite her words. This was clearly a
friendly and humorous exchange.
����������� And the psychological bit. How does
that work? Is that to see what kind of things turn me on?
����������� Yes. Precisely. It is to reveal the
innermost workings of your sexual imagination; to really pinpoint what it is
that turns you on. What pushes your buttons, you might say. It will surprise
you. It always does.
����������� Surprise me? How so? Surely I
already know my own fantasies?
����������� Ah, this is not just about
fantasies, Rachel, continued Dr Kuren, this is about sexual triggers you didn�t even know you had. Seeing
Rachel�s puzzled expression, she went further. You see, the vast majority of us never reach our sexual potential,
quite simply because we never find out what it is that really lights our
candle. The lucky few discover this accidentally with a partner. Maybe one day
they are experimenting and try some bondage or some other previously untried
sexual practice and it unleashes the demon. But mostly, it remains hidden all
their lives and they go to their grave having fulfilled only a fraction of
their erotic potential.
����������� Gosh. Yes. I can see that. How
incredible!
That, in essence, Rachel, is what we are all about here. Oh sure, we
charge money for a service. But it�s as important to us to find out how this
works as it is for you. It is our obsession, you might say. Whilst you may
think this is a rather expensive indulgence, for us it is an almost sacred
quest into the sexual unknown. We all do this at the most minimum cost that is
sustainable. I am sure most of us would do it for nothing if need be.
Yes, I see. Rachel paused, briefly, before continuing. I do have one more question.
Sure, Rachel. Of course. Go ahead.
Well, I have occasionally wondered if there�s something wrong with me.
Wrong in what sense? Dr Kuren�s expression changed to one of concern.
I don�t know. Maybe something physical. With my front bottom, perhaps?
The nerve endings. I don�t know. She gestured vaguely, as if to
dismiss what she was saying. But Dr Kuren knew enough to know that this was
perhaps the most important thing she had heard yet, from her new subject.
Nevertheless, she must be sure not to over react to it.
Do you mean something that would explain your previous sexual
difficulties?
Yes.
I think that�s very unlikely, Rachel. Such abnormalities are exceedingly
rare. And, as I am sure you know, there are more than enough psychological
processes at work that can ambush a woman�s sexual response! But the sure-fire test
is whether or not you can achieve orgasm through masturbation. Can you? Rachel
looked down at the table.
Yes. She seemed slightly embarrassed
Yes with difficulty? Or yes with ease?
����������� With ease, added
Rachel, finally managing to look up and smile and Dr Kuren who instantly
replied in an animated voice.
����������� There we are then! Case proven! If you can
orgasm easily from masturbation, then there is nothing whatever the matter with
you. Everything is working like clockwork. She suddenly looked up at the
door, Aha! Look who�s here!
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