Chapter 1

Doctor Pierce became a regimental surgeon, for the next four years he learned more about the human body than any peace time doctor could learn in a lifetime. He treated all manner of wounds, cut off more arms and legs than ten large millipedes had legs.

He saw how the stomach worked when a soldier received a hole in his stomach and didn’t die, after months the hole healed without closing. This “window” into the digestive system shed light on how the stomach worked. The man, by exercising care and mostly having bandages on the hole lived a long productive life.

By the end of the war he had seen just how much his profession didn’t know about the workings of the human body and how to fix them. Seeing men die simply because the pain he was inflicting on them to “save” them actually killed them. They would go into a state of shock and their bodies in trying to save itself would cause its own death. And the diseases, thought to be caused by vapors, invisible to the human eye, that would contaminate the wounds and corrupt the flesh eventually causing death. But he and other doctors didn’t know how to combat it.

He experimented with different methods of treatment in seeking the answers. He and other doctors discovered cleanliness and alcohol were the best defenses against the vapors, if that was what they were.

And through it all Elizabeth was by his side and in his bed every night. She was one of the first American women to become a disciple of Florence Nightingale, a woman who pioneered the field of nursing. By the time the war ended they were both disillusioned with the Medical profession in general and surgery specifically. Thousands of men had died as he or other surgeons sawed off one limb or another from their bodies with the intention of “saving” them!

After the war they didn’t go home, they went west! They went to Kansas. There they bought a wagon that had been made for a “Snake Oil” salesman. He was going to hawk his supposedly “miracle cure all” all over the west. What it had been was cod liver oil mixed with 90 proof Kentucky rot gut whiskey. But he had been caught dealing off the bottom of the deck and his cure-all elixir couldn’t heal the four bullet wounds in his chest.

So they bought the box wagon and had signs painted on both sides of it proclaiming that he was a Medical Doctor specializing in ailments of women; Hysteria, delivery of babies, female pains and other maladies of the fairer sex.

He wanted nothing to do with men and their bullet wounds, broken bones, and alcoholism. He would cater to the fairer sex. The accepted cure for Hysteria in women was to masturbate them to orgasm! (This is a historical fact, by the way!). This was something he and his sister had a great deal of experience in!

He and Elizabeth had been fucking for a long time and had even decided that they would have a baby together. But no matter how many times they fucked in her most fertile time of the month, she hadn’t gotten pregnant. He found an old used microscope advertised in the Kansas City Journal. He bought it for delivery in Kansas City at the Broadway Hotel. When it arrived he immediately had Elizabeth suck his cock until he climaxed into her mouth, then he had her spit his cum onto the slide he had cleaned with alcohol. Then he placed the second slide over his ejaculate and cleaned it up with some water. He placed the slide under the microscope and focused it. The spermatozoa were not moving, they all had short ineffective tails. Normal healthy sperm had tails over twice the length of his. As he suspected he was infertile, he couldn’t father a child.

Elizabeth looked at it and said, “It looks like the Scarlet fever you had when you were ten may have made you sterile!”

“I’m sorry Beth, I know you wanted children!”

“Don’t worry about it Frank, this gives us some new treatment options! Now we know that you can fuck any woman and she can’t get pregnant! Think about it!”

“That’s true, but won’t you get jealous?”

“Do you get jealous when I have lesbian sex with some of our patients!”

“No, it makes me excited! I love watching you and a woman licking and sucking each other’s pussy!”

“Well, I like watching you fucking other women, the ones who are trying to get pregnant, and you know that many of them like when I suck your cum from their freshly fucked holes! Now we know for certain the reason none of them caught.”

They had developed a route that would take them an estimated eight months to travel. It would start and end in Kansas City at the Broadway Motel. They would spend the winter months at the hotel enjoying the warmth of a fireplace in their room, a nice bar and different entertainment every month.

In March they would travel south and visit every town and farm they passed on the way to Cherokee County in the southeast corner of the state, then they would travel west into Labette and Montgomery Counties, then go north kinda zig sagging up the state. They would sleep in the wagon if they were between towns and there wasn’t a farm nearby at dusk. When the weather began to change in October, they would head back to Kansas City and the hotel.

They left the Broadway Hotel April first 1871, they hadn’t even reached Olathe when a farmer waved them down. He said that something was wrong with his wife, the Doctor in Olathe had told him that she was suffering from Hysteria, she was depressed, listless and wouldn’t hardly eat. It was like she was giving up on life. But everyone thought the old doctor was a quack. He wanted to bleed her. But the farmer wanted a second opinion.

They had him bring her out to the wagon. Then he was told to go work in the fields or in the barn. They and she needed privacy so they could ask her questions and do other things without him nosing around.

As he brought his wife to the wagon, sure enough, she appeared to be uninterested in life! Elizabeth helped the woman up the stairs and sat her down in their examination chair. It was similar to a barbers chair, but had some features the average barber wouldn’t have any use for.

Elizabeth asked, “Mame, what is your name for our records, please?”

After asking her twice more, she finally responded, “My name is Eleanore Benchley!”

“How old are you Eleanor?”

With a sniffle, “I just turned forty years old and my life is over! What have I accomplished in the last twenty four years married to Peter? He has been good to me and maybe I love him but I had dreams, I wanted to travel! I wanted to be a famous actress! But now I’m forty and all my children are gone and now I have five grandchildren. What is the point?”

The Pierce’s sat rather stunned that just that simple question had elicited such a long response that showcased exactly why the woman was despondent. She did indeed have a classic case of Hysteria! She needed something to liven up her life, a reason to live!

“Eleanor, if you don’t mind my asking, how is your love life!”

She looked confused, like she had no earthly idea what Elizabeth had asked her.

“How often do you and your husband have sex?”

“Why are you asking such an embarrassing question?”

“Because we think it could be the reason you are depressed and it might be the cure also! We are medical professionals, everything you say, and everything you are diagnosed with is held in strictest confidence! So when was the last time you had an orgasm?”

“What is an orgasm?”

“Honey, if you don’t know, you’ve never had one! It is something that once you have one you will always want more of them! It’s a feeling of fulfillment! Having every nerve in your body comes alive at once! Would you like to experience one? When was the last time you had sex with your husband or anyone else?”

“I’ve never cheated on my husband! The last time was nine months before the birth of our fifth child, he is nineteen now!”

“Do you masturbate?”

“Is that when someone touches themselves? My mother told me when I was young that I was never to touch myself except to clean myself in the bath!”

Elizabeth, shook her head in sadness, so many repressed unfulfilled women! And their own mothers are to blame!

“Can I show you, you don’t have to do a thing, I’ll prove something to you and give you something to live for. Do you want me to help you? Will you trust me? Will you allow me to touch you, or do you want the Doctor to treat you?”

“I trust you, but why do you want to touch me? And where do you want to touch me?”

“Let’s do this a different way, I’m just making you more anxious, and you need to be relaxed!”

Elizabeth moved behind the woman and prepared some ether by placing an ounce in a cup that was fastened to a face mask that covered the mouth and nose of a patient. It was made of vulcanized rubber and fit tightly on the face. Once it was ready she opened a butterfly valve that allowed air to flow into and across the ether in the can when breathing in, but the exhale would flow out of the mask into the room. She handed it to Eleanor and showed her how to hold it on her face.

“This will relax you and let you have a very restful sleep! Just breathe deeply and hold your breath in for just a second before you exhale! Yes, that’s perfect! Keep doing that!” Eleanor was getting sleepy so Elizabeth placed the rubber strap around her head and tied it to the mask with a half hitch. She left it in place while Eleanor went into a deep sleep.

She waved at Dr. Pierce and he joined her in the wagon and they took all of Eleanor’s clothes off and cleaned her body, especially her pussy and ass crack. Then they utilized the features not found on a barber chair. Her arms were strapped to the arm rest after the back was lowered into almost level position. Her legs were strapped to two separate arms that were hinged to swing apart and also could be raised to a vertical position. This raised her butt up and exposed her genitalia and asshole. Elizabeth shaved all of her pubic hair and the hair around her asshole. For forty she had a good body, not much fat, her breasts were small and she had nice nipples and small areola. Once they had finished her preparation, Elizabeth removed the ether mask and opened the door to let fresh air inside. She placed a blindfold over the woman’s eyes. Ten minutes later, Eleanor was beginning to wake up.