After a surprisingly short rest, both girls regained their perkiness of before, and we prepared to leave. As we left, the three women embraced each other tenderly. I looked at Amud and smiled, holding out my hand. He took my outstretched hand in both of his in a sign of friendship.
"Would you and your wife consider visiting us sometime?" I asked him. "There are so many questions I have, so much I have to learn." I paused, a little embarrassed at my admissions. "Sally is so far ahead of me. I do not want to lose her."
He grinned broadly. "I, uh, we would be proud to visit. My wife has no one to talk to here in this new land. This trip today is her first journey from our home in many months. It is hard to keep our customs in this open land. Yes, we would be most pleased to visit you."
We exchanged addresses, and found that his house was surprisingly close to ours. His anticipation of the visit was palpable, and we set the date for one week later, dinner. I told him I would call him to make sure we complied with all the necessary customs to make his visit to our home comfortable. When he looked surprised, I told him I would not want to place him in a position where he or his wife would be offended or insulted by something offered or done. He seemed amused and amazed at that concept that someone in this country would care.
The next stop on the afternoon's itinerary was several blocks away, and after an invigorating walk, the two vixens were back in full form. Worse, if I was any judge. There was not a single passerby who was not flashed by twin high beams peeking out from under those short tops, male and female alike. I was beginning to wonder if we would make it to the next shop without being attacked.
I loosened the retaining safety strap on the holster of the pistol in the small of my back, just in case. I had not told Sally of the gun. I had never brought it into her house, but always kept it in the car, if not close to hand, at least close by. We had not discussed guns, and I didn't know how she felt about them. It was her house, after all and I wasn't about to bring it in without discussing it with her first. But after the way breakfast had gone, I figured I was better prepared than unprepared. I had quietly slipped the gun out from under the driver's seat after breakfast.
The crowds thinned out and were completely gone as we turned the last corner. We made our way without incident to an unmarked door for the next appointment. We stepped into a plain entry way and then down a long hall to a small shop in the back of the deep building. The silence grew as we drew closer to a heavy door.
"Will a boogie-man jump out at us behind the door?" asked Janey.
I grinned and then yelled "BOOOO" while jumping sideways. Both my companions screamed satisfactorily, and then fell on me, beating me ineffectively with their clenched fists. We were still laughing and play-fighting - with me losing - when the door swung silently open.
"So, you're finally here," boomed an authoritarian voice. It had a distinctly northern European accent. "Only ten minutes late. Better than I expected, given the ambitious schedule you had."
A tall woman stood in the open doorway, looking down her nose at us regally. She addressed us in short, clipped sentences in accented English. Her gray-blonde hair was pulled back into a severe bun. She looked slowly back and forth between the two skimpily dressed women in the hall, examining them in turn, finally settling on Janey.
"So, she came too. That is good," was her comment.
Turning away from the entrance, she simply said, "Come."
Confronted with this daunting woman, the girls were silent for once and we followed her through a small empty waiting room and continued into a room populated with clinical examination equipment. Two identical exam tables were set up, side by side. Each station was 'manned' by a younger version of the blonde woman standing in readiness beside it.
The older woman turned to us. "I am Dr. Rosen. These are my daughters, Dr. Rosen and Dr. Rosen." She allowed herself a small smile as she saw the confusion and amusement on our faces.
Janey handled it the best, as she immediately stuck out her hand and said first to the elder lady, "Nice to meetcha, Dr. Rosen." She went over to the nearest daughter, "Nice to meetcha, Dr. Rosen," and then to the second daughter, "Nice to meetcha, too, Dr., uh, sorry, I didn't catch your name... ?"
The shocked look on the second daughter's face was priceless and brought a tremendous guffaw from her mother.
With that, the ice was broken and we all relaxed with a good laugh. I made introductions and Sally and Janey learned the women's names were Helga, Inga, and Uta, in that order. And that the mother preferred "Dr. Rosen."
"Very good Miss Janey, not many people can top our introduction. I enjoyed the laugh." Businesslike once more, Dr. Rosen continued, "Now. Janey, you will go with Uta. Sally, you go with Inga. I will supervise. You, Mr. Sampson, may watch. But in silence, please."
An interesting attitude for a shopkeeper, but the good Dr. Rosen was used to having her way. She was also one of very few experts I could have turned to for the particular type of help I sought. I stayed quiet and out of the way as I watched the two lab-coated women efficiently strip my charges, help them up onto the two exam tables, fit their legs in the stirrups, and strap down their legs and arms. Their legs were spread wide, much wider than necessary for a simple exam. Then again, this was not going to be a simple exam.
I caught each of their concerned looks and nodded reassuringly just as the gas masks descended and they were instructed to count backwards from 100. Neither Sally nor Janey made it past 97.
Dr. Helga Rosen's specialty was the study of female arousal. Rather than just studying how it happened, however, she wanted to be able make it happen on command, to control it. Over the course of her lifetime, she had developed and invented a wide variety of electronic and pharmaceutical methods of achieving it and heightening the levels of female arousal. Most of her inventions and devices made the commercially available sex toys look laughable in comparison. I was tempted to tell her of Amud's sauce, but declined, deciding to save it for a later visit.
I had discovered the three Dr. Rosens on a trip to Norway. After much persuasion, I convinced them that the need for their services was greater in America than in their homeland. It took some doing, transferring medical degrees between countries and getting visas, but they had eventually arrived with a trunk full of clothes and their heads full of ideas.
The boutique atmosphere of The Guild attracted thousands of frustrated rich women, many of whom found their way to the small waiting room we had passed through. Business had been slow for about a week. Then word of mouth started their phones ringing. The three Dr. Rosens had not slowed down since. It had been a tremendous favor to me to get this time scheduled for Sally and Janey on such short notice, but they were appreciative of my efforts and support, including a couple of talks with Judge Hawthorne to facilitate their immigration paperwork when they arrived.
I wondered briefly how the Judge's wife and daughter would react to the good doctors' handiwork. If there were ever two women immune to orgasm, I imagined it would have to be one or both of those two. Time would tell. He had mentioned at the restaurant something about looking for some 'major changes' in a few months. He hadn't specified work, but his wife obviously thought so. Maybe I should talk with Dr. Rosen and set up a visit for the two Hawthorn women. I would also suggest a few modifications to their normal procedure.
But, for now, my two treasures were about to become the most recent recipients of an accumulated 70 years of research and experience on inducing the female orgasm. I hoped we all would benefit.
Sally was into bondage. That was painfully obvious to me. I, on the other hand, had been hooked on technical sex gadgets since I discovered I could attach a motor with an offset gear to a chair and give my sister a thrill. My sister was older than I, and a whole lot smarter, as was attested to by her current lofty position as a Federal judge. The only way I thought I could compete with her was to keep her distracted. I later found out - she told me, out of pity, I think - that only the first time I used the motor had it been a surprise. She had watched me building the contraption in our small apartment, and my childish manipulations to get her to sit on that particular wooden chair in the kitchen had been painfully transparent. She knew I wasn't mean enough - or brave enough - to hurt her or shock her, so she let herself be manipulated into the seat.
You could have heard the on/off switch of that first crude device in the next apartment when it went off, and there was a distinct smell of burning insulation as the motor kicked in. The chair just about rattled across the floor, but the effect on her was a surprise, a pleasant surprise; very pleasant for her. She patiently and eagerly suffered through my modifications, sometimes sitting for hours in that noisy vibrating chair until the downstairs neighbor would complain. She admitted she thoroughly enjoyed most of the revisions, and admitted adding some acting and sound effects to encourage me.
My technical skills improved as I grew older, but had never come close to what the Rosens could do. I had never had the courage to try my handiwork on anyone other than my sister, and we had never done anything more sexual with each other than that. My plans and designs were the stuff of fantasies and week-long wet dreams. Never in my life had I dreamed my fantasies could be realixed.
I had promised Sally and Janey they wouldn't be hurt, and they wouldn't. There would be no scarring, no marks and no pain. But there would be some tiny additions to their bodies that weren't there before their visit. If things worked out, they would never know they were there. Until I set them off.
The Rosen's specialty was small stimulators that could be slipped into or onto a woman's body and controlled, either via a computer chip program or a sophisticated remote control or by simple physical pressure on the device. The miniaturization of their products would have made the Japanese envious. Each unit was custom fit and was individually tuned to the woman's body.
I watched as Inga and Uta taped electrodes to the sedated girls. The first step of the process was to find the most receptive areas, the erogenous zones, of the woman. Each woman had her own individual 'hot spots'. When found, they could be fitted with the appropriate device. The 'hot spots' were located by giving a series of stimuli, electric shocks, to various areas and then measuring the brain patterns via electrodes placed over the sexual pleasure centers in the brain.
The location process was begun in the two, and immediately there was a commotion in the lab. Inga would stimulate Sally, and Uta would record a response in Janey. The link that they kept referring to between the mother and daughter was measurable and real.
The Rosen's, all three of them, were astounded. They made some hushed comments to each other, and, at my suggestion, moved the exam tables as far apart as possible. There was still some interference between the girls, but they were able to finish the necessary measurements.
The second step was to make castings of the intimate areas of their bodies, inside, as well as outside. A pliable material was injected into the mouth, vagina and rectum of each and carefully molded around their aroused clits and breasts. The material hardened and retained the impressions of every nook and cranny of the cavities. A vibrator made from one of these impressions would fit neatly up inside their pussy's and would hardly be perceptible until activated.
The third step was to make measurements of the maximum size that could be accommodated in each of the cavities without injury. This is usually larger than most women think, and smaller than men fantasize. By determining it clinically, with the women sedated and relaxed, the damage to their clients was kept to a minimum while satisfying the fantasies of their male counterparts.
The external units designed by the Rosens were both mechanical and electrical, with more and more accomplished with electricity. Vibrations were nice, providing tactile feelings that could be felt by both parties. Tiny electric shocks directly to the sexually receptive areas, however, created a much wider variety of possible stimuli and allowed for a greater range of intensity all with a very small device. I elected to go with the smallest devices, all electric.
The larger units, designed to stretch without damaging, started as smaller, soft units that could be expanded after insertion. They used heat and cold as well as electricity, motion and vibration to stimulate the tissues. The Clinic's female clients called these devices 'diabolical, ' and quite addictive. Most had never before been as filled during a sexual event. Word of mouth had made the 'cunt-busters', as they had become known, one of the most popular purchases in The Guild.
The implanted biochemical units were complicated, but were the result of an accidental discovery by Inga. She had discovered a naturally occurring substance in the blood that amplified the sexual experience. The substance was only slightly different from the endorphin released by heavy exercise or distance running. It worked in both men and women, but better in women.
After several years of trials, they had developed a tiny device that would collect and store that naturally occurring sexual endorphin from the person's own blood. The tiny devices stored up miniscule amounts of the endorphin in reservoirs that could be tapped into at will. When fully stocked, there was enough of the endorphin stored in one device to keep a woman in orgasm for about three days. Continuously.
The small devices, as originally designed, were activated by pressure. That meant they needed to be located just under the skin over the pubic bone of the woman. When pounding a penis, dildo or fingers into a woman during coitus, the partner would compress the small device and the chemical would be released, providing the woman with a thrilling and long climax.
The Rosens had had relative success with the devices in Norway, and that was where I had found them. They incorporated my idea of a remote release into the biochemical devices, allowing the woman to experience a totally unexpected thrill at someone else's — or her own choosing, as well as having the stimulant released by pressure. The devices, resembling small flexible micro-tubes of soft plastic, could now be placed anywhere in the body. The location of the device in any area turned that body part into a highly sensitive erogenous zone.
When implanted into a woman's body, it was entirely undetectable by touch or mammography. Self-sustaining, it filtered out small amounts of the woman's own endorphin sex-enhancer from her blood and stored it until it received a remote signal or detected pressure. The endorphin was released in small measured amounts intended to enhance or jumpstart the erotic experience, but not to leave the woman a blithering idiot. Even if the device malfunctioned and all the reserve was dumped into the bloodstream at once, it would only give the woman the best thrill of her life - for a few days. That was a side effect they felt they could live with. Production of the tiny tubes was begun.
Sales in America took off. Some women came in by themselves. Most were referred, or brought in by the men in their lives. Some were scheduled by desperate males without their knowledge, like the Hawthorne women would probably be. After about a week, the time it took the tubes to completely load up, the women were enjoying and craving sex as never before. Their partners were reaping benefits too.
The implants for Sally and Janey went in without a hitch. As they were reviving, Helga pulled me to one side.
"Mr. Sampson, you are familiar with our research, so I don't need to explain it to you. We have made some, uh, interesting discoveries in your, uh, friends," she said, hesitatingly.
"Dr. Rosen," I interrupted, "I do believe you are nervous." I smiled. "Please. Relax. Tell me straight out."
She looked at the floor for a while, the stared me right in the eye, and blushed. "We, uh, I, uh, Oh, dear." She sat down behind her desk. I began to be slightly fearful of what they had found.
"We ran some additional tests. You may have noticed the excitement between Inga and Uta when we first started."
I nodded. I had noticed, but Sally and Janey had caused a lot of excitement everywhere they had gone today.
"Your friends, are you, uh, intimate?" she asked carefully.
"Yes, with the mother." I decided not to mention the situation with Janey.
"O! And the beautiful little girl, does she have a sexual outlet?" was her next question.
I looked puzzled.
"A boyfriend. A stud. A dildo. Anything?" she explained, as if to an idiot.
"Uh, no. I explained to you over the telephone what had happened to her. Why is this important? Dr. Rosen, you are beginning to frighten me," I told her straight out.
She smiled and gave a little laugh.
"No, no, no. Do not be frightened. I predict you are going to be too tired to be frightened. Your friends' blood tests were at the maximum for natural production of the sex-enhancing endorphin. It is almost as if they do not need the devices. I would suspect they are extremely sexual women, no?
"You will be a busy man, Mr. Sampson, both from servicing the mother and hiding the daughter from every male in the city. If you do service both of them - do not blush, it is common in many countries for fathers to teach their daughters - you will need some help.
"I have, in my work, come across several researchers working on the same area, but in the males. One such colleague, Dr. Wang, - yes, an unfortunate name in his line of research, but his whole name is even more so. Dr. Lon Wang. Anyway, Dr. Wang's work and ours here have coincided in many areas. Combining his surgical techniques with the sex-enhancer devices can give a man the ability to become erect at will, as often as he wishes, without interfering with his natural response to sexual stimuli. If something excited him before, it will continue to excite him. But now, it will do so every time he wishes. And the act may go to ejaculation each time, if not interrupted, of course.
"Like I said, Mr. Sampson, if you are helping out both of these beautiful and sensuous women..." she tapered off, then, finally, came to the point, "Dr. Wang is coming next week. I could arrange to have things taken care of. It is quick, in and out in an hour, and as painless as the women's procedure, or so they say. You would be, uh, fully functional almost by the end of the day and definitely by the next morning."
She shrugged. It wasn't her area of expertise and she didn't know everything about it. But she did know other things.
Always suspicious, I asked, "And Dr. Wang? What does he want?"
Dr. Rosen smiled sadly. "Dr. Wang has had difficulty getting his credentials recognized in this country. Many other colleagues have made promises to help him, taken much money and done nothing. He would like you to arrange for him as you did for us, and also for his daughter."
"Before or after the implant surgery?" I asked her.
"Surgery first, credentials second. We are your proof. He will teach me the surgery and assist me until he is legal." She grinned at me. "I want no more talks with your Judge Hawthorne.
I gave it a second to think about it. "Can we set it up for a week from Thursday?"
"Good." She wrote down the appointment in her book, as did I in mine.
"Oh, I was meaning to ask you," she said. "Does the good judge have family named Miriam and Judith? Two persons by these names are scheduled next month. I wanted to make sure this was not a setup by the Christian Coalition or Moral Majority. They are such a nuisance to our work, these hypocrites."
I was surprised the women had visits scheduled. It probably wasn't a trap, just a 'fact finding' mission. I reassured her that it was not a setup - or at least, wouldn't be by the time it happened. I told her I would have the Judge sign all the necessary papers for their surgery without the woman's consent or knowledge. I also told her I thought the good judge would appreciate a few perverse twists in the placement of the implants. I had pretty much figured out that he had always fantasized about spanking his wife - and possibly his daughter. A few well-placed implants would assure him of a willing target, the second time if not the first.
During the time I had been claimed by Judith as her escort, he had encouraged me several times to just 'take control of her' and tan her bottom. By locating some of the endorphin tubes around the broad posteriors of the two women, the endorphin would be released upon swatting, giving them a thrill if - no, make that when they were spanked. They could be spanked for a long time and often without running out of the endorphin supply. They would never know what hit them, other than his bare hand. Dr. Rosen asked if perhaps the judge would enjoy it if a device were placed around the anal sphincter. Entry by a solid object into that tight cavity would create enough pressure to release the sexual enhancer. Laughing, we made our way to the waiting room to meet the four women.
Dr. Rosen coolly shook my hand as we entered the waiting room, passing me the small remote controls tuned to each girl's devices. One was labeled "S," the other "J." With a stone face that belied the twinkling in her eyes, she coolly informed me that the particular modification she had suggested for the other two patients had already been implemented in each of my two girls, as well as all of the others I had discussed with her. Both of them would enjoy butt-fucking to the fullest, as well as many other activities. She wryly commented that she sincerely hoped I was up to it. Pun intended.
I was in a slight state of shock as we left the waiting area.