Lisle didn't dare relax, swabbing urgently at what was stuffed into her mouth.<br/><br/><em>Very, very bad things happen around here.</em><br/><br/>The chill sparkle in the doctor's eyes was as much reassurance as she was likely to get, she thought, and she did her best to follow the instructions.  She found the narrow vee where the shaft met the helmet.  She found the broad ridge along the bottom of the shaft.  She found the place where clots of musk seeped from the tip.<br/><br/>And then the doctor's fingers found the right level of touch.<br/><br/>Lisle felt a moan bubble up, twisted into a questioning sound by her own disbelief.  Too light to be pain, too unwanted to be pleasure - or so she thought.  Her thighs tensed, trying to hold something that just wasn't there before flattening to deny that action.<br/><br/><em>I don't want this,</em>she thought.<em>I don't, I don't, I don't.</em>