Chapter 13

Amud and I watched from one side as his wife completed her preparations. Before she started, she removed the gag from Janey's mouth. She brought it to me and said something as she reverently placed it in my hands.

"This is gift for you for the Fresh one. It will help her want to sing. Now, I want to show you how to begin good song."

She turned and walked to the gently swaying form. She ran her hands softly over Janey's firm young body, touching every square centimeter of her skin from head to toe. The thong was wound around her right hand like tape on a boxer's hands. She brought the supple leather to every part of Janey. Soft sounds came from the woman working on the young girl, a crooning from a mother to her child.

Amud whispered his comments as we observed this ritual: "This is traditional preparation of Princess for wedding night. Is done every night for one month before nuptials. By time of wedding night, she so ready for her husband, she go willingly to bed of fattest, ugly groom." He looked at me with a grin. "All princesses dream of handsome prince, but never enough to go around. Especially ones with political connections or money. Ritual can be continued after first preparation wears off to ensure an heir."

His face clouded as he continued. "I have been privileged to see this only once before, when my beloved prepared my sister for wedding night with Adar. Him camel dung merchant. Lea, my sister was prepared for two months before her wedding. It not long enough. Much screaming when he was revealed to her at ceremony. Maybe help if he bathed, but he is stubborn man. She not been heard from since she passed behind her flap in his tent." With a pained look he continued. "That is her only refuge. As long as she stay behind flap, he may not touch her or command her. But if she come out, he has promised to take her third point - with his teeth, rotten though they are. My beloved was very close to Lea. Tried to make her accept her Fate. It crushed her that she failed her only friend.

"This is the first time she use skills since that time. See how she move hands over tender flesh. See glow that come to surface after hands pass over. They say leather of thong is magic, that is a power in it. I believe it is power and magic of wielder. My beloved is the best."

After a thoughtful pause, he added. "My beloved not fail my sister. Adar is ugliest man in empire. He desire my sister's hand for years, since she 7 years old. My father refused him. Adar set up crooked gambling game at bazaar. Had he shown his face, my father would have not played. But Adar used friend of my father's to lure him to table. He lost everything. Adar came in and picked up notes my father sign. He gave my father a choice: Daughter or poverty.

"Pride is terrible sin. My father reasoned if we in poverty, my sister be prostitute. It better to be bride, no? Last words she said to father, not in anger, were she would rather have babies making honest living than make sons for Adar. My father is grieving, empty shell, sitting in tent alone. He has not called a wife to his tent in three years. They laugh at him behind his back.

"Maybe poverty not so bad, yes?" The thong was now hanging loose from one hand, doubled over with the two ends free. There were no knots in the last 6 to 8 inches of each end of the strap, leaving the leather flat. These twin flat strips were slapped gently over the reddened skin, increasing the flow of blood to the surface. "Ah, this is favorite part. This is where body of princess become confused, believing pain is pleasure. See dew forming, and points standing, begging my beloved to strike them."

Amad's wife swung the free ends in a figure '8', making rapid fire 'slap-slap' sounds as she covered Janey's body with a deeper red glow from the gentle whipping. She would switch hands often, never missing a beat, like a prizefighter training on a speed bag. With each successive pass over Janey's ruddy flesh, the strikes became a little harder. Then harder still.

"Now comes final part. She sing for my beloved. A cry to Gods for her groom." With a flick of her hands, the thong reversed itself and she was now holding on to the free ends, leaving the knotted double strand to strike Janey. The blows were hard now, and I could see beads of perspiration dotting the skin above the woman's veil. Her arm never slowed. The sounds changed to a 'snap-snap' as the knots struck. After a few strikes, she was satisfied Janey was ready. She started the final phases of the ritual.

A sound as clear as a note from a flute emanated from the bowed frame of the teen. She had been hanging in a more-or-less sitting position before. Now, as the knots beat down on her nipples and pussy, she arched up, legs and arms outstretched, into a curved bow.

"Oh, God! Larry!" I felt a hand slip into mine and squeeze tight. I turned slightly to see Sally staring at her daughter's ongoing climax. She had come in as Amud's wife had begun the final phase.

The blows to her sensitive areas came at the same rate as the ones prior, keeping her climax going and going and going. It was only when her strength was gone that the bound teen collapsed in her bonds. She was sound asleep.

Sally tugged at my sleeve. "Larry, I want.."

I placed a finger to her lips to keep her quiet.

"Larry, I want.." More insistent, this time, and louder.

Again I shushed her, but this time I turned to Amud and held up the gag that had been used on Janey with a questioning look. He shook his head, looked over the items on the table, and pointed to another one. I picked it up and slipped it in her mouth before she could say another word. I didn't know if it was laden with the special drug or not.

As I tied it behind her neck, I placed a kiss on her gagged mouth. Strangely, that seemed to please her. She knelt gracefully on the floor beside me and watched as Amud's talented wife continued with Janey's song.

The thong was now held in both hands, one end in each. Using long strokes, the thong was passed over each erect nipple in several directions. Each knot jarred the sensitive flesh as the thong brushed by it, shocking the unconscious brain of the teen. A ululating sound filled the small room. Amud gasped. "This is called 'Ecstasy of True Princess.' I have only heard whispers of it before. Only most sensual females are receptive to it. I have heard there is one more step on ladder of ... Oh, yes! Watch and listen!"

The thong was slipped between the spread legs of the singing girl. Bala had one hand in front of Janey and one behind her ass. The hard knots of the thong were pulled back and forth over her overheated clitoris and anus. The notes we heard rose as the speed of the thong increased.

I was still entranced with the haunting sounds coming from the hanging girl when I realized the woman was standing before me, holding the thong out to me to accept. Before taking it, I bowed deeply to her, and said simply, "I am honored by your gifts."

When I looked up, Amud was beaming at her with pride.

I held Janey in my arms as she was released. She was resting comfortably, relaxed. Her blonde head rested on my shoulder. I could hear a contented purring, very feline. As I held her, she would nuzzle into my shirt and vibrate as aftershocks of her experience rippled through her body. A heavy sigh would follow.

Amud's wife came over to Sally and held out her hand to her. Sally looked up at me and I nodded my assent for her to go with the dark woman. She rose from her knees as gracefully as she had gone down, stripped off her remaining items of clothing, and waited for the woman's next command. The drug from the saturated gag was beginning to have its effect on her as I could see a glazed, haunted look in her eyes as she looked longingly at the leather straps and cuffs hanging from the ceiling. Her desire for the confinement offered by them was palpable.

I held the quieting teenager as Amud and I observed Sally's measurement session. Her session followed pretty much what Janey's had been before, though I thought there was much more touching by his wife this time. The gag stayed in place until she had to place the metal bar and rings in her mouth. I later learned these were sizing bits for bridle and o-ring gags.

Sally allowed her wrists to be secured over her head. Amud's wife used a bar about 3 feet long to do this, securing a wrist at each end. The spreader bar hung from the ceiling by a single rope attached to the center of the bar. Sally could be spun around without untying her simply by hoisting her up off her feet and giving her a push.

After the flexion of her legs was confirmed to be only slightly less that her daughter's, her ankles were attached to each end of another bar, spreading them about the same width as her hands. She was not spread wide as Janey had been, but she was open. The upper bar was raised until Sally's lean body was stretched tight.

The dark woman's eyes danced as she picked up the whip I had been handling before. Amud translated. "Happy one sing now? I know late, but not take long. She very ready. I do quick, but very good. I no leave mark, like some master. Yes?"

"Yes. But there is no hurry."

"Wise master. Take time for important things. Singing important." She offered me the whip. "You make sing? I be happy to teach, ... or to hold Fresh one."

I smiled at her offer. And shook my head 'No.'

She wasted no time. The first stroke fell across the front of Sally's thighs. The second fell quickly after the first, landing just slightly higher. The sounds of the whipping echoed like gunshots in the small room, but there was little evidence of the strokes on her fair skin. The whip fell quickly up and down, each stroke slightly closer to her center.

When there was a single stroke before her sensitive pussy would be the target, the woman changed hands and began to make a checkerboard of stripes on the skin of her flat stomach. These blows were harder, as the marks were easily visible, but by the time the last ones were laid down, the first ones had already faded.

I had assumed Sally would begin her song with the first stroke, so I was surprised that there was no sound. I could feel Janey stirring in my arms, and as I looked down, she turned her head to observe her mother being whipped. She watched as the whip was worked up and down both arms, extending the transient marks into her mother's sensitive armpits.

As Sally was re-positioned with her back to us, Janey reached up and pulled my ear close to her mouth.

"Mom is getting ready to explode. I can feel it clear over here. That lady is really good." She kissed my cheek gently, "Did you like my song, Larry? I sang it for you."

"I liked it so well, I may have you sing it every night," I teased her, squeezing tight. I was pleased at her deep blush.

Sally's whipping had continued with the soft soles of her feet and worked up to the base of her neck without stop. Her flesh was a cherry red, but no one mark was visible more than another. With all this, she had still not climaxed. I was beginning to feel the tension within her myself. I think we were all being carried along the building crest of the tsunami, looking for a shore to crash upon.

With a smooth move, Sally was turned to face us once more. Holding the whip like a dueling sword, Amud's wife pointed the quivering tip of the whip at one of Sally's straining nipples. There was a pause, as a conductor lets the anticipation build in silence before the final notes of a concert. Then the tip of baton moved with a flick of her wrist, beating a rapid tattoo on the sensitive flesh.

Sally's voice erupted in a scream, so different from Janey's that I was frightened for her. Amud's wife, however, seemed determined to draw it out even more as she switched to the other nipple. The sound crescendoed in the room as the speed of the flagellating tip increased its rhythm. The tip lingered over her nipple until the dark woman was satisfied she could extract no more.

Amud, Janey and I all held our breath as we watched the tormenting tip drop to point directly at the splayed dripping crotch. Sally, even in her delirious state tried to thrust her groin towards the tip, urging, begging for the final contact. Janey tightened her grip around my neck and shuddered with a gasp. The link, or whatever they enjoyed between them, had allowed her to share in her mother's climax.

The tip dropped lower and then flashed up and in with a jarring intensity. Sally's voice was silenced at this seemingly vicious attack on her most sensitive of areas. Amud's hand caught my arm as I charged forward to protect her. He simply nodded at her, asking me without words to trust his whip-wielding wife. It was hard to do.

A second and third blow fell on the exposed tender cunt. Then the tip of the whip found its final target. With a sigh, Sally released the tension that had been building. Had I not seen it, I would not have believed that the quietness of her climax was mega-times the intensity of her violent ones. Janey was stiff in my arms, lost in her own climax, the feelings she got from her Mom over their link having overwhelmed her.

Then it was over.

Chapter 14

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 both of mine in his in a sign of friendship.

"Would you and your wife consider visiting us sometime? 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. This 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."

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.

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. 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 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?"

I grinned. And then yelled "BOOOO", jumping sideways at the same time. 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. 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."

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 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 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 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, most of which 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 the 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 paperwork when they arrived.

I wondered briefly how the Judge's wife and daughter would react to the good doctors' handiwork. If there were women immune to orgasm, I imagine 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 30 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 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 attested 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 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, 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 never came 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 real.

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 clitori 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 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. 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' 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. 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 the naturally occurring substance from the person's own blood. This resulted in reservoirs of the stimulant that could be called upon at will. There was enough of the chemical 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 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 choosing, as well as having the stimulant released by pressure. The devices, now 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 the small amounts of the woman's own chemical sex-enhancer from her blood and stored it until it received a signal or pressure. It was released in tiny amounts that would just enhance or jumpstart the erotic experience, but not leave the woman a blithering idiot. Even if it malfunctioned and all the reserve was dumped 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 hornier and enjoying sex as never before. Their partners, 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."

"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?"

"Yes, with the mother." I decided not to mention the situation with Janey.

"Oh. And the beautiful little girl. Does she have a sexual outlet?"

I looked puzzled.

"A boyfriend. A stud. A dildo. Anything?"

"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."

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 natural sex-enhancer. 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 be needing some help.

"I have, in my work, come across several researchers working on the same area, but in men. One such colleague, Dr. Wang, - yes, unfortunate in his line of research, but his whole name is even more so. Dr. Long Wang. Anyway, Dr. Wang's work and ours here have coincided. Combining his surgical techniques with the sex-enhancer 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 still excite him. But now, 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, functional almost by the end of the day. Definitely by the next morning." She shrugged. It wasn't her area and she didn't know everything. But she did know other things.

Always suspicious, I asked, "And Dr. Wang? What does he want?"

"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?"

"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. "Set it up. 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. 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, 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 'take control of her' and tan her bottom. By locating some of the tubes around the broad posteriors of the two women, the chemical 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. And 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, she informed me that the particular modification she had suggested for the other two patients had been implemented in each of the 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.