The rest of the shops went the same way. I would deliver the girls to the shopkeeper, then go back to the limo to 'talk' with Sally. Janey, and her backups, kept watch.
At one point I asked Janey how much she had shared with Simone about the first visit to The Guild. Had she told her everything?
"Not exactly," was her reply.
"Meaning... ?" I led her to continue.
"Meaning the Rosen's devices will probably come as a shock to her."
Grinning at her devious omission, I asked, "Nicole?"
Grinning back, she answered, "Not a clue. Mom and I agreed. We wanted you to have to explain what you did to them!"
Ahhh! I knew there was a hitch! Typical. But at least there would be one surprise for Simone on this day. One special one for Nicole, too, but that was later.
Amud and Bala greeted us warmly, the women openly hugging each other. I stayed to watch this session, having alerted Sally that she would be alone for the next hour or so. It wasn't that I distrusted these two. Rather, it was such a joy to watch Bala work on the women. Her touch was so deft, so sure. I always learned something new from her.
As before, she started with the younger woman. Nicole's reaction to the hanging leather implements and saddles was very similar to what Sally's had been, but she didn't 'zone out' the way Sally had. So as Simone was measured, then hung and whipped to one thundering orgasm after another, Nicole wandered the shop, lovingly and longingly touching the sensuous leather items.
Bala was surprised at the explosive and repetitive nature of Simone's orgasm. Through Amud, I explained that the women had been primed for this all day long. Winking knowingly at me, she then proceeded to draw every ounce of sexual tension she could out of the hanging girl. When she was unable to wring anymore from her, they placed her limp, sated form in my arms. Déjà vu all over again.
Nicole stood quietly while she was measured, but resisted a little to being strung up. A special marinated gag calmed her, along with my command to her to allow this. She still resisted, even with the drug and Bala had to work for a long time before Nicole achieved a meager release.
On the way out, Amud pulled me to one side. "She is a stubborn one, very strong inside. Special. Bala wanted me to tell you."
I looked lovingly over at Nicole. "Yes, she is."
"No. Not the mother. The girl. Special, very special inside."
"But Nicole was the one that resisted Bala today."
Amud made a motion to brush that aside as meaningless. "Do not read too much into such things. Nicole very much your woman. Very much in love with idea of her Master being on other end of the whip. You leave her with Bala for one week and she be singing good for her, too."
He nodded at Simone. "This one different. She can help you with others. Strong and like both ends of whip, but especially to give. But the little one needs the hose soon." He blushed as he said this next part. "We are aware of how you think, that she your daughter and that you cannot give her hose when she need it. Bala..." he gulped, then looked back at her for reassurance, " ... my love said I should volunteer to help. With the girl."
I looked at him in disbelief. Was he saying what I thought? Did he just volunteer to fuck my Simone? I asked him, pointblank.
He withered at my suggestion that he had anything illicit in mind.
"No, Lawrence! For training purposes only. For good of the girl, only. Not my pleasure! My beloved there every time! No pleasure for me at all with my love there."
I don't think he realized how humorous what he said was. But I backed down, apologized for doubting his intent and told him I would think about his offer. Secretly, I had been having similar thoughts about Simone. Not that I would fuck her, but that she had a tremendous need for cock that needed to be met soon. She was becoming fixated on mine and that was not good.
The jewelry store was next. When I picked them up at the end of this fitting, Nicole was pensive and withdrawn and there was a tiny drop of blood on the shirt over her left tit. I half expected her to ask why she had been pierced in this shop, but she just sat quietly as Janey pulled the car into traffic and headed towards the exit.
Simone seemed relieved it was all over. Thus, she was very surprised when the car pulled into yet another conveniently located spot. Her curiosity grew as there was no storefront along this section of the mall, just the back ends of a lot of the other shops. Silently, without explanation, I took them down that long alleyway to the Rosen's clinic.
When I introduced the Dr.s Rosen to Nicole and Simone, it was like old home week. I should have guessed they knew each other or at least of each other. Both European, both intellectuals, that was a small neighborhood in which they had existed in their prior lives. It turned out they had followed each other's careers with mutual admiration. Of course, Simone had read their scientific papers and wanted to discuss them in depth, though the three doctors were a little taken aback by her youthful appearance. I think having Nicole in my 'harem', as she put it, raised me several levels in Dr. Rosen's estimation. She wasn't exactly sure what she thought about Simone but she was clearly impressed by what she saw.
When my girls were stripped and positioned on the tables, I caught sight of Nicole's look just before she went under from the anesthesia. She knew very well what kind of research the Rosens had done. She may not have known exactly what was going to happen but she was light-years ahead of what Sally had known. I wasn't sure if that was going to make it harder or easier to explain why I had had them implanted with those particular devices. Ah, what the shit! I guess I'd just have to burn that bridge when I came to it.
Dr. Wang took advantage of their appointment to do a check-up and a tune-up on my own implants, sort of. I didn't ask too many questions. It wasn't that I didn't care. It's just that I had had so many things done to me by so many doctors, I finally stopped asking what the hell it was they found so interesting. I found it was better if I didn't know.
Apparently I was OK, as he grinned widely as he led me to the door. I asked if I could use it right away and he nodded vigorously, speaking excitedly as he did, which didn't help his diction. "The more the better," was all I could make out of his broken English. At least, I hoped that's what he said.
I went out to the limo and fucked Sally. It kind of surprised me, the intensity of the urge that rose within me. I had been satisfying myself — and her — all day long, several times, and that was usually enough to keep my horniness in check. But there wasn't another term for what I did to Sally right then. I climbed on and threw her the meat, pounded her pussy. I wasn't tender about it; I wasn't there for her pleasure, although she did enjoy it. I used her cunt and deposited what felt like a gallon of cum deep in her.
When I was done, I unplugged, still hard, still horny. This time when we were finished, I cleaned up myself, but left Sally dripping my jism on the carpet. I went back into the clinic, thanked the Rosens and then brusquely herded the two women back to the car. Both were still under the influence of the anesthesia a little, so the walk back to the limo was silent and swift.
Simone climbed in the back first, stopping halfway in as she took in the sight that greeted her. A red, dripping and obviously well fucked cunt. She finished getting into the limo without comment.
Nicole, when it was her turn to get in, gasped when she saw Sally as I had left her. She immediately rushed to her side, ready to give her aide. When I entered the back of the limo, Nicole turned accusingly to me, ready to attack should I make a move towards Sally. It was only after the reassurances from Janey and Simone that Sally was really OK that she somewhat sheepishly came back to sit by my side. Even then, she was quiet.
I figured Nicole would ask me about the Rosen's devices when she was ready, so I moved forward and cleaned up Sally, taking up the time, allowing her to ask when she was ready. I was a little chagrined I had left Sally like that. I don't know what came over me, but I had just felt like showing off. It was teenager macho stuff and a nagging little itch started in the back of my mind.
I busied myself, ignoring my thoughts in that direction and focused on Sally. I released her from some of her bonds, massaging the stiffness from her sore muscles in the process. When she could kneel upright, I removed her hood, but I left the gag in her mouth. Still, the dark interior of the car was almost too bright for her eyes and she blinked until her eyes had accommodated to the light. Then she looked up at me with a look of total love. I hoped it would last. I was about to put it to the test and even with her reassurances, things don't always look the same when you're confronted with the reality of what was once just an idea.
Still kneeling, I turned to Nicole. I picked up her hand and gently kissed her palm. Then I lifted her abbreviated shirt up, exposing her breasts. I gently kissed each in turn, focusing on her nipples, back and forth until her body responded to the stimulus and her nipples were throbbingly hard.
Deftly, with an unpracticed ease I pulled a small box from my pocket and took a diamond heart from it. The heart shaped diamond was exactly like the one I had given Sally when I had proposed to her. I found the pierced hole in her nipple the jewelers had placed there earlier in the day, and slipped the fine wire through it. The wire clipped securely onto the heart and the diamond lay there on her heaving breast, glinting and gleaming in the dim light. The glinting light from Sally's heart matched it from across the cab of the limo.
"Nicole, I ... I..."
"Yes, Lawrence. My answer is 'Yes.'"
I let her have the last word.