Chapter 57

For the next two weeks the smell of seared flesh and feminine squeals
drifted up from the cellar.  I had a special project for Simone and Janey
and they needed to get it right the first time.  I had my reasons.  Sally
and Nicole, at first alarmed by the screams and the smell, were kept at bay
and in the dark.  Simone and Janey were sworn to absolute secrecy and, I’m
proud to say, they kept their word.

After the two teenagers had completed their practice each day, I did my own.
  Again, I had my reasons for getting this right the first time.  When not
practicing in the cellar, working or keeping my two fiancées sexually
satisfied, and they were becoming as insatiable as myself it seemed, I was
busy setting up the next Family Day.

This one would be special, well, they all were, but this one would be a
one-of-a-kind special day.  I made several trips to The Guild by myself,
bringing home most of the packages myself and hiding them in the garage,
forgoing the usual delivery.  I wanted this to be a surprise.

Finally, after a very, very long two weeks, the morning arrived.  It was
breakfast in bed for my two darlings, cooked by two very able nubile and
excited teenaged assistants and myself.  I took extra care with Sally and
Nicole’s grooming that morning, shaving them myself, bringing them to
shuddering climaxes time and again with my talented fingers.  The vibrating
razor, unnecessary for that short length of stubble, was liberally used as
well, so I had a little help.  Nothing was too good for them today.

Janey and Simone helped me with their mothers’ hair.  I could never quite
get the knack of that French weave, and, as Sally and Nicole saw that
particular hairstyle being applied, both got into a submissive state of
mind.  They didn’t know what was planned for today, but they had been given
their first clue.

I had laid out the teens’ clothing in their rooms while they were braiding
hair.  Coming back to the master bath I told them that they were to kneel
the women at the end of the bed, go get dressed, then dress their respective
mothers in the outfits in the boxes on our bed.  Then they were to wait for
the music.  From there they would have to follow my cues.

I got a couple of strange looks, but no questions.  I was a little
surprised, but I guess they were getting used to me and figured they would
go along for the ride.  Besides, they had had fun before.  Why not now?
Besides, what choice did they really have?

I dressed in the special attire I had for the day, and walked barefoot into
the living room just as the doorbell rang.  The first guests had arrived.

Thorny, our old family friend, stood at the door with his wife, Margaret,
and his daughter, Judith.  I shook his hand and hugged the two women.  The
women looked radiant and not as hard-edged as I remember.  Maybe it was just
the memory of the pain of bringing Judith’s possessive attentions to a
gentle end that made me mentally picture the mother and daughter as witches
with switchblades.  Still, today they looked and acted softer or something.
Damn, if Judith had acted like that back then, who knows…?

They had a dozen questions, most unspoken, again uncharacteristic of these
particular women.  I saw both women hesitate before speaking, looking to
Thorny for permission.  What?!!!  Nah, it couldn’t be….

Whatever the case, Thorny seemed to be in charge, at least for the moment,
and he had the discretion not to pester me with questions.  Even as nervous
as I was, I still noticed that though the women were as mystified as Thorny
as to why they were here, they kept their questions to themselves.  I had
only asked them to stop by for a little get together, which was unusual as
it had been a long time since the last time.

Surprisingly, Judith did not linger over me, but stayed glued to her
father’s side.  I don’t know if I was more surprised or disappointed.  Well,
not disappointed, but, well, you know.  I wondered if I had lost my appeal,
or something for a brief moment, then remembered my four devoted women in
the next room.

Judith had never been one to be shy, just the opposite.  I raised my eyebrow
at Thorny across the room and nodded my head at Judith.  Beaming with pride
he put his arm around her in a not-so-fatherly manner and mimed “Rosen’s
Clinic” back at me.  His wife saw his action and just snuggled into his
side, no evidence of jealousy whatsoever.  My God!  I’d created a monster!

The next to arrive were Mac and CeCe.  Mac was carrying a battered aluminum
briefcase, which he handed to me as he came in.

“Ah, Gee, Mac.  You shouldn’t have,” I joked.

He looked at me kind of funny, “I didn’t.  It’s not mine and CeCe said it
isn’t hers.  It showed up with you and Simone, so, here it is.  And you’re
welcome, by the way.”

On the way by, he whispered to me, “Is she here?  Simone?”

God, he still had it bad for the young girl.  It would have been cute if he
had been a teenager.  He was wearing her gold chain, too.  I nodded that she
was and he went into the house grinning like a puppy.  CeCe wasn’t happy,
all of a sudden.

I stuck the briefcase in the hall closet and forgot about it.

With Mac’s arrival, the party took off.  Not that he was loud, but Mac was
used to playing to audiences the size of Yankee Stadium, so the living room
with six people in it was a little small.  He took an instant liking to
Thorny and the two of them were swapping stories like old friends.  CeCe and
Judith small talked and seemed friendly, but it wasn’t a mix that would last
long.

Bala and Amud arrived on the heels of the Rosens and the Wangs.  I hadn’t
met Dr. Wang’s daughter before, so it was a pleasure to meet Luci Wang.  I
immediately sensed there was something about her that seemed familiar.  It
struck me even as I saw her walking up the path, something about the way she
moved that raised a flag of recognition.  I knew that I had seen her, of
someone very much like her before, but given that I was the host, and that
the guests were just arriving, I put any niggling suspicions I had in the
back of my mind.  Regardless, she was an exceptionally striking lady.

Gertie and Marion, my sister, drove up together.  Somehow, the fact that
they had connected to come over together disturbed me.  These two women held
way too much power and influence over me, and even though I trusted each
implicitly, I didn’t trust them together.  Separation of powers, and all
that.  I had asked Marion, specifically, to bring her judge’s robe, but not
her seal of office.  I wanted her to be officious, but not official.  She
laughed and agreed.

Beth, the young curious limo driver was the last to arrive.  I nearly had to
drag her into the living room when she recognized, if not the people, the
power in the room.  However, once she was introduced around, she fit in
easily.  She and CeCe hit it off, as they both did with Bala.  It was good
to see a plan come together.

Just as things were going along nicely, I got everyone’s attention, to
catcalls – mainly from Mac and Thorny – of ‘Where’s the booze?’ and ‘Where’s
the food?’ and other extraneous comments.

“Friends,” I addressed them once the noise and heckling had died down, “I’ve
asked you here today to witness a ceremony.  Now, I could go on and on about
it, but I think it will be pretty self evident.  You will notice there are
no chairs.  I want you all to move about to get the best view.  I would ask
that you keep any comments quiet and not to interfere with the ceremony.”

I should mention the room had been cleared of all furniture with the
exception of two bolsters and a small table.  The contents of the table were
covered with a small cloth.

After this mystifying opening monologue, I went to the wall unit and pushed
“Play” on the CD player.  It was queued up and ready and suddenly, with the
first opening notes, the purpose of the ‘ceremony’ became evident.

It was The Wedding March that came booming from the speakers in the walls,
down the halls and into the bedroom where the four women had been anxiously
waiting for their cue.

If the music had electrified the small gathering, then the appearance of my
four beauties took that energy to a geometrically higher level.  Janey and
Simone came into the room first, leading their mothers by means of white
satin leashes attached to white leather collars, although the collars were
not yet visible to the guests.  In fact, because of the hooded robes they
were wearing, the only thing you could see of Sally and Nicole were their
bare feet and their very sheer pantaloons, or harem pants.

Janey and Simone were blushing so much you would have thought that they were
the intended brides.  I think, however, that their outfits may have been the
cause of their embarrassment.  These were the outfits that had caused me the
most trouble, getting the material just right, then the fit.  But it had
been worth it.  The girls were walking wet dreams, the perfect counterpoint
to what I intended for this unusual bit of ceremony.

The material their body suits were made of was translucent and when
stretched, even lightly, became almost transparent.  Janey’s outfit was a
skin-tight body suit in her shade of blue that looked as if it was painted
on her trim body.  Simone’s attire, in a lightly silvered tone, was just as
tight.  The girls were as good as naked and had obviously looked at each
other and themselves.  Thus the reason for the blushing.

But they carried themselves with pride and dignity, following my silent
directions as I pointed at the bolsters to lead their mothers through the
small gathering.  As the music faded, they helped the two hooded figures
kneel on the soft cushions.  I indicated they should stay by the side of the
two women.

“Janey, will you speak for you mother?”

Grinning, she answered without hesitation, “Yes, I will.”

Turning to Simone, I asked the same question.  “Simone, will you speak for
your mother?”

Before answering, I saw her glance briefly at her mother.  A barely
perceptible nod was followed by, “Yes, I will.”

I took off my robe, leaving me in what would best be described as pajama
bottoms, only without the gap in the front.  My arousal would be obvious
enough without it escaping through the nearest convenient opening.

I walked over to Sally and helped her to stand up.  “Do you agree to be
dressed like your Master, Sally?”

I could see the alarm in Janey’s eyes until she linked with her mother.  I
had promised not to humiliate them in public.  I didn’t intend to start now.
  Sally seemed to sense that and sent her reassurances to Janey.

“She does.”

With that, I reached over and loosened the silk belt that was holding her
hooded robe closed.  Gently I lifted her hood and slowly drew the robe away
from her, exposing her nakedness to the guests.

There was absolute silence as they saw my intended bride.  Well, except for
Amud, who muttered a phrase that, loosely translated, meant, ‘Praise Allah,
I can die a happy man.’  He always had been obsessed with Sally’s tits.

I repeated the question to Nicole.  Simone did not wait for an answer, and
immediately answered, “She does.”

I removed Nicole’s robe with all the reverence I had Sally’s.  Her naked
beauty was the rival and equal of Sally’s.

Mac muttered, ‘Holy Shit’ in a voice that, for him, was a whisper.  In this
small room, we all heard it and joined in the laughter.  He was right and it
was a happy occasion.

Sally and Nicole were silent because they were gagged.  Special marinated
leather balls filled their mouths, held daintily in place with white silk
ribbons.  White leather cuffs linked their wrists behind their backs.  The
white slave collars still had the leashes attached, now hanging down and
bisecting their naked breasts.  The low riding harem pants, transparent and
white, made it very apparent they wore nothing underneath.

The only other things they had on were the diamond hearts I had given each
of them, dangling from the holes pierced through their left nipples.  The
sunlight from the windows caught those carbon-based baubles and sent the
refracted rays dancing around the room as if in celebration of the event.

They were the most beautiful pair of women I had ever seen.  And I was going
to marry them both.

Moving to the small table I removed the covering.  Janey recognized the
tools lying their first and immediately understood what was going to happen.
  They had been practicing with the damn things for two weeks.  I was
surprised they hadn’t put it together sooner.  Simone was not far behind and
I think she almost balked at what she thought she was going to have to do.

Thus, she was very relieved when I went up to Sally, removed her heart from
her nipple and placed it on a chain that I then fastened around her neck.
It nestled in its new location in the valley between her tits.

“Sally, you are my love.  Will you accept my mark?”

Janey answered, “She will.  With all her love.”

I glanced at the girl, ready to tell her not to ad-lib.  She just nodded at
her mother and shrugged, an action, I must add that sent chills down the
spine of every male and a few females present.  By shrugging her shoulders,
she tightened the fabric along every nook and cranny of her body and the
material covering her charms just disappeared.  For the briefest of moments
she was delightfully exposed.

Taking the tool that had caused so many squeals in the cellar, I fit it to
Sally’s left nipple and pulled the trigger.  The sterile needle knifed
through the tender flesh in the blink of an eye leaving another perforation
in her nipple, at cross purposes to the original hole.  The two tunnels now
formed an ‘X.’

While my hands were still steady I retrieved a set of rings from the table.
One was a smaller diamond heart circumscribed by a platinum loop.  The other
was an emerald ‘L,’ also circumscribed by a platinum loop.  These rings
would be my mark, my sign of ownership, a sign of her total surrender and
commitment to me.  I slipped the two interlocking wires through the two
tunnels.

Then I took the second tool from the table.  This was the tool that had
caused the smell of burning flesh, or at least its predecessors had.  Until
I happened upon this small laser welder, we had been singeing more than hair
with the butane and electric soldering irons.  The laser technique was still
exceedingly hot and burned like the dickens, but at least the damage to the
surrounding flesh was minimal.  If you did it right.

I quickly soldered the ends of the rings together, permanently affixing my
mark onto Sally’s nipple.  The practice paid off, as the welds were
indistinguishable from the rest of the wire loops.

When I turned to Nicole, I didn’t need to ask the question.  She stepped
forward and literally thrust her tit at me.  Smiling, I asked the question
anyway and Simone, relieved she wasn’t going to have to use the piercing
tool, cheerfully agreed.   I removed the large diamond heart from her
breast, put it around her neck, and repeated the process of placing my mark
on her as well, using a sterile needle, of course.

Neither woman had flinched during the process.  I only hoped I could be so
brave when my turn came, and, to the surprise of Janey and Simone, my turn
would come sooner than they expected.  Like, it was now.

Thinking the ceremony over, Janey had stepped back a bit.  She was not
prepared for my next question.

“Sally, will you place your mark on me?”

Simone, closer to the small table, could see what was still lying on it.  I
could see her shaking her head at Janey, trying to tell her ‘No.’  I guess
she thought that if Janey didn’t do it, she wouldn’t have to.  She was
young.

But Janey wasn’t looking in her direction, didn’t see the warning and,
listening to her mother on her link, said, “Yes, she will.”

When I knelt on the bolster in front of Sally, Janey looked at me blankly.
I sent her a picture of the piercing tool and the message, ‘Just like we
practiced.’

She realized way too late what I wanted her to do and started to bolt.  I
think it was her mother talking to her over their link that stopped her.  I
picked up on some it, something about ruining her special day and telling
her grandchildren about it or something like that.  It sounded kind of
threatening, to me.  Whatever, it did the trick and Janey reluctantly picked
up the piercing tool and plunged the needle at the practiced angle through
my left nipple.  That sucker hurt like Hell!

But that was nothing like the fire that burned in my chest when Janey
soldered the loop circumscribing the emerald ‘S’ for Sally.  Janey had done
it perfectly, but still, I don’t think guys were meant to go through all
that piercing stuff.  Way too painful, and I don’t care if that doesn’t
sound macho or manly.  Even now, that fucker hurts when I think about it.

My eyes were watering and, wonder of wonders, I got to do it all again for
Nicole!  Which Simone did for her flawlessly – thank God for all that
practice with those pigs’ ears – and I did and, No, I did not yelp, cry,
winch, moan or flinch.  I did just about wet my pants, but I escaped even
that indignity by the narrowest of margins.

With the ceremony over, I gathered the leashes of my two brides and led the
assembled guests to the back terrace by the pool, where CeCe’s catering
company had, unbeknownst to her, set up a small feast, complete with open
bar.  The wait staff was long gone so there were no strange eyes to feast
upon the naked charms of my lovelies.

Marion, seeing her moment, had slipped out of the room and changed into her
robe.  When she came in, there were gales of laughter.  She looked for all
the world like a huge blob of cotton candy.  The robe she had chosen to wear
was bright flamingo pink.  Definitely not official.

Grinning over at me, she held her arms up for silence.  “I think we all
recognize what a momentous day this is.  Girls, there is one less eligible
man out there, God damn it, and, even though he is my baby brother, that
just makes it tougher for the rest of us.”

Feminine voices called out “Hear! Hear!” and “You go, girl!”

“On the other hand, as his big sister, I have to take some family pride in
the fact that no single woman could reel him in.  Nope, not MY little
brother.  Chauvinist pig that he is, girls, he feels he needs two, count
‘em, two of us to keep him satisfied.  As usual, he’s going to get his way,
so I guess, if I have to, as his big sister, I will give my blessings to
this heathen occasion.”

The assembled guest clapped and cheered raucously at her little speech.  I
thought it was a bit much.

“Seriously, Larry, it’s about damn time!  We’re all happy for you, Sally and
Nicole.  You never did do things the way everybody else did, which is what
makes you special.  All of you.  Good luck…” she finished, then said wryly
as kind of an afterthought, “… you’re going to need it!”

Her upstaging finished she came over to the three of us and hugged.  Marion
and my wives were all crying, something that seems obligatory for women at
weddings.  I guess men shouldn’t make fun of women for crying at weddings as
we all have an instinctual gut reaction of panic and horror on those same
occasions.  It just isn’t considered socially acceptable to run from the
church or courthouse screaming with shit in our pants….

I took the leashes and tied one to each end of the buffet table.  I had
asked to have a small space set off by ribbons at each end and the two naked
women now stood in those special areas, erotic bookends on display.

Seeing what I had done with the women, Marion took it upon herself to be the
first to ‘kiss’ the brides.  Going up first to Sally, she did a cheek to
cheek with her.  I think she murmured something in her ear as Sally nodded
to her as they separated.  Marion then cupped Sally’s left breast with her
hand, ostensibly examining the rings.  I thought she took a little longer
than necessary to look at them, but that might have just been me.

Marion then marched over to Nicole with a defiant step and did the cheek to
cheek thing with her, too.  Nicole also nodded and, if I thought she
examined Sally’s rings for a long time, Marion really did take a long time
with Nicole’s.  When I asked her about that later, she told me she thought
she should take advantage of the opportunity to cop a feel while she could.
It might never come again.  That stunned me, as I had never thought of my
sister with other women, though a couple of other pieces of the puzzle named
‘Marion’ fell into place if that were true.  I put that thought aside for a
later time.

I walked around the terrace, mingling with the guests, introducing those
that hadn’t met.  Thorny found me and pulled me aside.

“So, my boy, finally tying the knot, eh?  Good, good.  Good to settle down,
start a family…”

“Thorny, this is me you’re talking to.  Start a family?  Good God, man, I
have two teenaged girls in the house!  I don’t need more!”

“Oh, yes, that, that…  Hmmm, well, I suppose.”

The man was pre-occupied with something.  He was acting like a doddering old
fool and that wasn’t like him at all.  He was one of the sharpest legal
minds on the East Coast, even at his age.  I took a stab.

“So, you took my advice and talked to the Rosen’s about the appointments.
How did that work out?”

The light returned to his eyes, a gleam I hadn’t seen in years.  He damn
near looked young again.  “Oh, son, I’m sorry.  I’ve been so busy, I’ve
forgotten to thank you.  Best thing that ever happened.  Should’ve done it
years ago.”

I didn’t remind him that it had only recently become available.  He
continued.

“You know, Margaret and I have always been a little, um, frisky, and, well,
about a week or two after their appointment, I happened to have her across
my knee.  In the bedroom.  Well, you know how it is.  I playfully swatted
her bare behind and she froze.  I thought I had hit her too hard, but then
she said ‘Harder, Thorny.  Do it again, harder.’  I damn near shot off in my
shorts.  I did and we had a night I had been dreaming of for years.  A real
fantasy come true.

“That night changed our entire lives, son.  She’s over my knee every night
now, and two – three times a day.  She can’t get enough.  She even bought
one of those horse whip things, a crop or something for me to use on her,
and all kind of other fancy stuff...”  He grinned knowingly at me.  “…but
you know all about those things, I see,” nodding at my bound brides.

“So things have been pretty lively around the house lately?”

“Just the opposite, son!  The little wife is as quite and docile as a lamb.
A whole new woman.  Judith, too, …” he stopped himself short, but he knew he
had slipped up.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you about her.  She seems, well, softer somehow.
How did she take to the implants?”

Thorny pulled me farther away from the others and looked around before
speaking in a lower voice.  “Don’t say anything about it to her, Lawrence,
but she’s the same as her mother.”

I raised my eyebrows at that, but kept quiet.  I wanted to see where he
would go.

“She came in from another disastrous date one night.  She had screwed up yet
another relationship.  You weren’t the last, but you were the best.  We know
it wasn’t your fault, son, and we know now how hard it must have been for
you.

“Anyway, she was carrying on, wailing and screeching about this and about
that and, well, I had had it.  I hauled her ass over my knee, flipped up her
little skirt and whacked her a good one.  Didn’t even have to lower those
flimsy little panties of hers.  She was as good as naked.  I just whacked
her a good one.

“She stiffened out straight as a board, gave a little squeal and shook for a
minute or two.  Then I’ll be damned if she didn’t raise her tight little ass
higher and say ‘Do it again, Daddy.  Please?’ in a tiny little girl’s voice
that made me hotter than a two-dollar pistol.  Holy Shit, Lawrence!  She
gave me a blowjob that night!  She just kept saying ‘Thank you, Thank you,
Daddy.’  She never called me ‘Daddy’ before, mind you, and it kept me hard
as a rock.  She noticed my, um, condition and went down on her knees, undid
my pants and swallowed me.  It was fantastic.

“Anyway, since then, she hasn’t gone out on another date, just stays home
with Mother and me.  If Mother isn’t over my knee, she is.  It may be her
youth, but she is more demanding than Mother.”

“So, she’s not a virgin anymore?” I ventured.

“Only in the technical sense, son.  She prefers it up the bottom, and I
don’t need an accident at my age, so we do it that way.  Mother seems happy
with that, helps out all the time, keeps her occupied with that whip thingy
when I can’t get it hard anymore.  Damn it all, they help each other get me
ready, and if I can’t, well, I’ve caught them more than once doing each
other.  That sure as Hell gets me hard.  Damn, just thinkin’ about it does.
Where are they?  I could use a little comfort, I think.”

I noticed he’d lost a lot of weight.  Must be all that exercise.  “Thorny,
I’m glad you’re happy, but I’d like you to meet someone first.  He works
with the Rosens and he can help you with that little problem.”

With my arm around his shoulder, I guided him over and introduced him to Dr.
Wang.  A quick word about setting up an appointment for the Judge that had
gotten him into the U.S., and Dr. Wang’s face lit up in excitement.  I moved
on, leaving them chatting.  Thorny could get comforted later.

As I walked away, I felt a light touch on my bare arm.  I turned to face
Luci Wang.  She looked up at my face intently, looking for something, like a
sign of recognition or something.  I was beginning to get a bad feeling
around her, and I had survived a relatively long time in a bad business by
paying attention to those feelings.  She deliberately extended one long
slender finger at the rings on my chest and flicked them with her
fingernail.  The pain shot straight to my groin, and I think I grunted.  The
hairs on my neck stood on end, as well.  I was ready to fight, but I didn’t
know why.

“Nice,” she said.  She continued to flick the rings slowly back and forth
and, as much as I wanted to stop her and stop the pain, I seemed paralyzed
by her beauty, unable to move.  She looked up at me finally with her black
liquid eyes.

“You have made my father a happy man.”

“All I did was help him get his papers.  They would have come through
eventually.”

“Oh, that, too.  Thanks.  I was referring to his implants and your last
check-up.  He was very excited after your visit last month.  You are the
very first man that he has seen that he could turn up.  And an American,
too!  Mostly you American men are all talk, too soft to really get all the
women you brag about.”

“Wait a minute,” I interrupted her diatribe, “you said he turned them ‘up.’
What did you mean by that?”

She looked surprised.  “He didn’t tell you?”

“I understood something about ‘the more, the better,’ but that was all I
could make out.”

Luci gave a quick laugh.  “That’s all you understood?  I thought your
Chinese was better than that.  You rusty?”

More hairs on the back of my neck went up.  Very few people, living that is,
knew I spoke Chinese.  The rest were dead, mostly because I made them that
way.  Luci Wang knew way too much about me and I didn’t like it.  “My
Chinese is fine, thank you.  He was speaking English.”

That set her to giggling, a rather incongruous action for the sophisticated
facade she wore.  “Oh, God.  Now I understand.  Even I can’t understand his
En-grish,” she mimicked.

“So what did you mean, he turned what ‘up?’”

She looked up at me with a knowing grin.  “Been feeling a bit horny, even
driven to sex, lately?  Obsessed with it, the darker side of things?  Been a
bit more aggressive, maybe?  Although,” she turned to look at my wives, “I
don’t see any recent marks.  The little girls, maybe?”

I nodded as she went along, then shook my head at the last question.  “So,
is this permanent, or what?

“Oh, that’s the more, the better part.  Poppy’s implants are quite
sophisticated.  He just adjusted it to help you produce more testosterone.
A lot more.  As you know, the way the body functions is that everything is
in balance, even.  Another hormone or two normally balances the effects of
the testosterone.  You will make more of the balancing hormones, eventually.
  But until then, you need to work off the excess build up.  Until it is
balanced you will be more aggressive, mean, even.  Although you will still
care about your partners, it will be secondary to your own pleasure.  I must
congratulate you as you must have been doing OK, or you – or they – would be
dead or severely injured by now.  Keeping the excess worked off will allow
the other hormones to build up and balance your system again.”

“But why turn them up in the first place?”

She shrugged and quipped, “Because he can?  Seriously, I think it is for
better performance, and not just sexually.  Testosterone has many effects on
the human body, not all of it sexual.  You’ll find that you’re faster,
smarter, more alert, more attuned to your surroundings, not to mention
sexier to women.  Your pheromone production is way up, too, in case you
couldn’t tell.  There’s not a limp nipple in the crowd!

“Even a little increase in the testosterone blood levels makes a huge
difference in your overall performance, and you got bumped up a lot.  Most
people don’t know it, but it is also the male hormone that seems to have the
most to do with being sensitive, although it is mostly attributed as a
female trait.  So you may find that you are more sensitive, too.”

(Author’s note:  The medical facts stated in the preceding paragraphs, like
the rest of this story, are totally bullshit.  But it sounds about right,
doesn’t it guys?)

Well, that explained a lot.  “What’s the best way to work off the
aggressions?”

Again she shrugged.  “Whatever works.  Brutality, sex, exercise, whatever.
Mainly, if you can get the little man hard from doing it, if it excites you,
that’s good.  But looking ahead to your honeymoon, you should be OK.  Just
don’t go on a long trip, unless you plan on banging them from takeoff to
landing in one of those tiny little bathrooms on the planes.  The other
passengers might object.”

I ignored her sarcasm.  “How long will this go on like this?”

“You should be getting close.  It’s supposed to take about a month or so.
Theoretically, it should just take one big final orgy – or trying to satisfy
two horny brides on their honeymoon – to bring your system back into
balance.  Again, with what you’re facing the next couple of days or so, that
shouldn’t be a problem.”

“And after that?  Will there be any side effects?”

“Oh, you should go back to pretty much normal, kind of.”

“Kind of?”

Suddenly she got evasive.  “Well, you may find you’re a little more
aggressive, but, well, maybe not.”

“That’s not real helpful, Luci.”

“Can’t help it.  You’re the first human he’s ever turned up.  But if it’s
any help, a couple of the dogs actually survived for almost a year.”

“What?!!”

“Sorry, that was a bad joke.  Really, you’re the first, so all we can offer
are theories.  Sorry.”

At least she was honest.  Some of the government doctors that had worked on
me hadn’t been.  Gertie was an exception.

I looked around for the good doctor and found her talking animatedly with
the Rosens.  I should have known they would find each other.  I walked over
to see how they were doing.

Gertie saw me coming.  “I swear, Mr. Sampson, I swear,” she started, shaking
her head in amazement.  “Do you not know any normal people?”

“Define ‘normal,’ Gertie,” I grinned back.  It was an old argument.

“Screw you, you pervert!” she shot back.  “You didn’t tell me you knew Helga
and her daughters.”

I almost retorted that she hadn’t asked me, and she hadn’t, specifically,
but I was still required to report all significant contacts.  I relied
heavily on the ‘significant’ issue.  Damn.  How did this woman always get me
on the defensive so fast?  “I told you about Dr. Wang,” I lamely responded.

“Hrumph!” she fumed.  “The single most important research team in female
sexual mechanochemical physiology, and you have them stuck in some back
alley orgasm factory.  I should have known you would find a way to
commercialize their work and profit from it.”  She was really furious.

“When I found them, they were starving.  The academic community, your
community, Gertie, had shunned them, turned them out without a dime.  Screw
you, too.  And for that matter, I don’t make a fucking dime from them.  Go
ahead.  Ask them.”  I could be pissed, too.

That took her back, then grinning, she said, “Dr. Wang said you would be a
little feisty.  Feeling better now that you’ve beat up on a helpless old
woman?”

Laughing sheepishly along with the small group, I told her, “Gertie, you
always make me feel better, but you have never been helpless, and you’re
damn sure not old.  But I’m doing OK.  Thanks for caring.”  I meant that
last part.

She pulled me aside.  “I have been meaning to talk with you about Simone.”

“You’re still going to be able to keep her for a couple of days?” I
interrupted.  I thought I knew where she was headed and I hoped to deter
her.  No such luck with this woman.

“Of course.  Nice try, though.  No, I mean, don’t you think this is a bit
much for such an impressionable young lady.  All this nudity and kinky
stuff?  Just look at her – no, don’t!  She’s stretching for that baseball
player again …”

“That’s Mac Washington.  You met him at the hospital, Gertie.  I also
believe you made a bet against him.  And lost.”

“…I know who he is and I know he has a high school crush on that girl.  The
poor man can’t tie his shoes when she’s around, much less put a sentence
together.  And you have her dressed like that!  My God, Lawrence, what will
she think?”

“I don’t know, Gertie.  You tell me.  You’ve spent a lot of time with the
young lady.  What does she think?  Will this affect her adversely?  Has it?
Have I harmed her?”

Gertie stopped short and glowered at me.  “God damn you, Mr. Sampson.  You
know very well that Simone is one of the most perfectly well adjusted young
ladies I have ever met, and I have met quite a few.  That is what is so
infuriating about you.  I have had to throw out more of my pet feminist
theories as a result of your successful, if highly unorthodox therapy of
her, if you can call it that.  You have broken every rule in the books, and
I wrote a couple of them.  I am so frustrated with you and your goddamned
sexual obsessions that I am about ready to give up my work at the Institute
and focus full time on you.”

I had a moment of very real terror.  “Oh, FUCK no!  Not that, Gertie.
Please.”  I had a sudden horrifying vision of me being strapped under a huge
microscope by a heavily perfumed woman in a white lab coat.

“I do believe you mean that, Mr. Sampson.  Just keep that in mind, in your
handling of her.  She is very special to me, mister, and I won’t stand to
see anything untoward happen to her.”

“Yes, ma’am.  And Gertie?”

“Yes?”

“Same here.  When she’s with you?  You keep her safe, too, OK?”

She paled slightly at the implied threat, but nodded her agreement.

I saw CeCe standing next to Sally, and CeCe didn’t look happy.  Again.  When
I looked over at Mac and Simone, I could see why.  Simone was still
entertaining Mac, winding him and unwinding him around her little finger.
God, she was good at that.

I walked over and stood behind CeCe.  I put my arms around her and held her
lightly by her forearms.  Pulling her into me, I turned until we were both
facing Mac and Simone.

We watched them for a while, and it was quite a show.  Simone had total
command of the man, something no opposing pitcher had been able to achieve
all season.  Mac was still on a tear and the ballparks were packed.  He had
been a real draw and I was happy for my friend.  He and I were both
concerned about the state of his marriage, however, and CeCe’s bad case of
insecurity and jealousy.  I had spent long hours listening to him as he
tried to work out his relationship with CeCe.  He was at the end of his
rope.

“Do you love him, CeCe?” I asked the trembling woman.  Sally was watching us
closely, and I spoke loudly enough for her to hear, too.

CeCe just nodded.  As she did so, I felt, with a jolt, the intensity of her
feelings.  The woman was so jealous, so insecure, so out of balance that the
fear of losing Mac had reached schizophrenic proportions.  At first I was
shocked, as CeCe was the first woman outside of my family I with whom I had
this strong of a link.  It helped me understand a lot about her, and I was
more confident in what I had planned.  But it wasn’t going to be easy.

I turned us slightly.  “CeCe?  Watch Bala and Amud.”  Bala and Amud were in
conversation with Janey.  Amud’s eyes never reached Janey’s face, being
riveted on her chest.  He, too, had finally noticed the striking resemblance
between mother and daughter.

“Do you see her hand?”

At first CeCe shook her head, then gasped as she realized that Bala’s hand
was buried deep in Amud’s pants pocket.

“Do you think she’s holding him back or encouraging him?”  Bala was laughing
and smiling with Janey, encouraging her to move in ways that stretched the
fabric of her body suit to transparency.  When she was successful, she would
look lovingly up at Amud, enjoying his enjoyment.

“She’s egging Janey on, isn’t she?”

CeCe nodded.  “But, but they’re married, aren’t they?”

“Yes, and they love each other very much, but no more than you and Mac do, I
would wager.”  We watched them a while longer.  “Bala has discovered a
secret.  Would you like to know what it is?”

“Y-y-yes,” she stammered, not being able to tear her eyes from the sight of
Bala’s hand calmly jacking Amud off right there in front of us.

“Amud loves her.”

“Huh?”

“Amud loves her.  That’s the secret she discovered.”

“I don’t get it.”

“Bala knows that it doesn’t make any difference if Amud looks at – or
screws, for that matter – another woman.  He will still love her.  Always.
It’s the same with Mac.  He loves you.  Funny thing is, only you can make
him stop loving you.”

“You’re saying I should let MacArthur fuck around?”

“Would that change how he feels about you?”

“I don’t know.  I guess not.”

“Right.  But it would change how you feel about him, wouldn’t it.”

“Well, yeah, I guess.”

“Bala understands that.  Those two are a team.  If she feels good, he feels
good, and vice versa.”

“So I should let MacArthur fuck around.”

“No, CeCe, you’re missing the point.  I’m not saying you should let him.
I’m saying you should help him, if that’s what he wants.”

“But…”  I could sense the tears welling up in her eyes as that strange new
idea fought against years of tradition and jealousy.  I wondered if it would
prevail.

“Look at Sally.  She and I were perfect and then she brought in Nicole.  Now
it is better.  Ask her, if she hasn’t told you already.  If she can do it,
you can.  You know it.”

“So you’re telling me I should help him screw that girl?”

“Simone?  No.  Absolutely not.  If you do, and he does, you’ll have to
answer to me.  No.  Not her.”  I pulled CeCe in a bit tighter. “CeCe, that’s
just a schoolboy crush.  They met under very traumatic conditions.  He was
really just being nice, just being Mac, and she charmed the socks of him.
Believe me, I was there.  He never knew what hit him.  I could almost say it
wasn’t his fault, but he does fawn over her so, and it makes her feel, well,
giddy.  She is as infatuated as he is, but they both know it would be a
terrible mistake to consummate the relationship.

“I do have someone in mind for you two, though.”  I turned us a couple of
degrees.  “Her.”

“The waif?”

I laughed.  “Yes.  The young girl, Beth.  She’d be perfect for you.  And I
think she would appeal to Mac, too.  She’s a student at the university in
your city, driving cars for a living.  Hard working, cute, curious…”

“Curious?”

“Yeah, well, she saw some things one night and expressed an honest curiosity
about them.  You should invite her for the weekend.  In fact, tell her to
come with you.  Who knows, you might even get to use some of your special
toys.”

CeCe stiffened.  “How..?  Did MacArthur tell you about them?”

I tightened my grip on her.  “No, Mac didn’t.  I guessed just now.  And I am
also guessing about you using them on him, too.  Believe me, CeCe, that’s
not how to get him to do you.  That is what you want, isn’t it?”  I was
still sort of guessing, but the impression I got over the link was really
strong.

“You bastard,” she spit out quietly.  “Sally said you could do that
sometimes.  You’re in there, in my head, aren’t you!”

“Am I right?”

“Yes, damn it! Yes!”

“So invite her home for the weekend, let him ‘help’ you train her.  Let him
get a taste for it.  He’ll come around.  I’ll talk to him, too, if you want,
give him some encouragement.”

“You’d do that?  You really think that will work?”

“I don’t know.  A lot of it depends on you.  You’d have to share him with
her.  Could you do that?  If it meant saving your marriage?”

I let my arms completely encircle her and hugged her tightly.  “I love that
man like my brother.  I know you are very special to him, the most important
thing in his life, even baseball.  That makes you special to me.  I can’t
guarantee it, but I think it might work.  Will it be easy?  No.  Will it be
interesting?  You bet.  And just think of the alternative, CeCe.  Your
jealousy will tear you two apart.”

I kissed her on the cheek as I released her and turned to Sally.  I was
totally unprepared for the huge hug CeCe laid on me and just about fell
over.  She squeezed me tightly, whispered ‘Thanks’.  I watched as she made a
beeline for Beth.

I looked at Sally and she just shook her head.  She had heard the whole
conversation.  It was hard to laugh with a gag in your mouth, and I don’t
think she quite believed I had pulled it off.  Well, we’d see.

“Did you have a link with CeCe, too, love?  Is that why you’re such good
friends?”

Sally’s shocked look gave me my answer.  She had not linked with CeCe before
or now and she had not picked up on my link with her.  Interesting.  I
wondered if that had anything to do with the increased sensitivity Luci Wang
had mentioned.

I walked over to stand next to Nicole.  Amud and Bala came by to wish us
happiness.  I watched Bala eyeing Nicole’s naked breasts and it was a very
lustful look.  She brazenly grinned at me when she saw I had caught her
looking and laughed.

“Lawrence, my friend,” said Amud.  “You have been studying our ways,
correct?  I thought I noticed several aspects of the royal wedding ceremony
today, no?”

I was pleased he had noticed.  “Yes, and a few things from some other of
your ceremonies.  I hope you don’t mind.”

“On the contrary, my friend, we are honored.”  He paused, and posed for
effect.  “The gags, though, they are a nice touch.  Gets the marriage off on
the right foot.”

I burst out with a guffaw.  I couldn’t believe it!  Amud had made a joke,
and in English!  Amazing.  Even better, Bala didn’t think it was funny.  Oh,
it was too precious.

Simone dragged Gertie over, excited that she would be spending the next few
days with her.  “Papa, how many days can I stay with her?”

“Oh, I don’t know.  A couple.  A week.”

“Papa!  I need to know how many pairs of panties to pack.”

“Why, Simone, you don’t wear panties around here.  Don’t tell me that mean
woman makes you do things you don’t want to.”

Simone drew herself up haughtily.  “Gertrude treats me like a lady.  A lady
wears panties.”  Then she giggled.  “But I am not sure I should leave you
alone here.  Are you sure you don’t want Janey and I here to bring you food,
water,” she paused, “Oxygen?”  What’s this?  Is everyone a comedian now?

“Ooof!  Just for that, I’ll have Gertie take you shopping for clothes.”

Both women blanched at that idea and protested vehemently as they backed
away.  It was apparently a topic they studiously avoided.  Curious.

Janey came out with a small overnight case.  She had changed her clothes and
was headed out to stay with Amud and Bala.  Bala had expressed an interest
in continuing Janey’s ‘education,’ though that was not really explained in
detail.  I had made it clear there was to be no sex, at least not with Amud,
at least not yet.  Bala had looked at me as if I was daft, loony.  ‘But of
course not, Lawrence…’

I saw out the last of the guests, all of them wishing us well.  Marion was
excited that we would be moving in with her into the other half of the
house.  I think she was more excited about it than we were, and we were very
excited.

The last couple drove off, and I noticed Beth’s car was still there.  I
grinned to myself.  Good.  She had gone with CeCe and Mac.  I sent up a
quick prayer for them, that this would work out.  I hoped CeCe would take my
advice and go see the Rosens, too.  With Mac and Beth.  I stood looking up
at the afternoon sky, imagining my thoughts winding through the clouds to
heaven.  Then I sent one up for me, Sally and Nicole.

We were going to need it, too.