Chapter 13

I looked like someone suffering the agonies of torture, in the still picture Marie and Laura had taken while I was in the midst of that final orgasm. I told them, "You'd want to kill anyone who took a picture of you looking like that! And then you'd kill them again for making a disaster out of the orgasm that had you looking like that!"

"You think that's something," Marie laughed, "you should see some of the moving pictures, and in living color yet, that we get in our sex laboratory."

"Sex laboratory?" Laura and I chorused together.

Marie nodded. "We have a sex lab in perfect working order. A girl can fuck herself with a plastic penis rigged to take motion pictures in living color of everything that happens inside her vagina from start to the finish of orgasm and a fresh start all over again as long as she feels like keeping on. And while one camera's taking pictures of what she's doing inside, another's recording all her body and facial movements and expressions while machines record her heartbeat, blood pressure, respiration, temperature, her brain waves, the works." Laura said, "I think that would be scary, being fucked by a machine!"

"Are you crazy or just completely inexperienced?" Marie demanded in a pitying tone. "That machine is a perfect gentleman, and I do mean perfect, compared to a lot of the male clods in human form. A girl can control the machine. Just wait and see how much control you have over a lot of so-called he men."

I asked, "What do you mean, she can control it?"

"She can control how fast or slow it shoves the penis to her," Marie explained. "She can control how deep or shallow the thrusts into her are. She can make it hammer into her hard, if she enjoys having it thrown to her roughly, or she can make it be very gentle. Everything from start to finish is under her control. She can even select the penis size that feels best to her. The only thing she can't do is make the damned thing kiss her and caress her breasts. But I think the lady in charge has a mechanical genius working on new accessories that'll even do that."

"Has anyone invented a mechanical cunt that'll do the same thing for a man?" Laura asked.

Marie shook her head. "A woman's vagina is a lot more complex than a penis. No mortal genius has been able to duplicate the female vagina satisfactorily. But we do have a miracle gadget some men find a lot more interesting than a mechanical vagina would be."

"What kind of a badget would that be?" I asked.

"It?s a small black box no bigger than a transistor radio," Marie told me, "with its own power-pack. It was engineered by Japanese electronics' experts to enable an impotent man to become very potent."

"How on earth can it do that?" Laura wanted to know.

I chuckled, asking, "You mean it can actually put fresh lead into a limp dick?"

Marie nodded. "It has two electrodes. One fastens to the base of the penis, the other is inserted into the rectum. After those electrodes are in place, when a man turns on the gadget, it turns him on by sending high-frequency impulses into the nerves that control his sexual reflexes. In other words, it gives him an immediate and a powerful erection. And he can keep it hard and screw with it for as long as he likes. When he wants to come, he just turns up the control, increasing the intensity and frequency of the electronic impulses being poured into his nerves through the electrodes. In fact, he doesn't really even need a woman or her vagina."

Uncle Malcolm had been laying on Marie's bed listening, resting up from the workout I'd given his cock in Marie's closet. Now he spoke up, declaring, "Don't kid yourself. No electronic gadget can eliminate a man's need for the goodness of a woman's softness and the warmth of her vagina. There's a lot more to good sex than just being able to shoot your wad. Like I've said, a man needs those good old-fashioned feelings only a real woman can give him. That electronic thing will never give real women, like you three, any competition whatever. But it might be a wonderful crutch for the poor guy who's gotten something disconnected or out of gear in his head that's made him impotent. He'd probably think the thing was a godsend during the time his head shrinker spends digging out and correcting the cause of his problem."

"You'd better believe it," Marie chuckled. "You should see some of that kind after that gadget's enabled them to enjoy their first thoroughly successful fuck in months, or sometimes even years. They'll do anything for the girl they've just fucked and for our boss lady! They become the most enthusiastic supporters this place has."

Laura said wistfully, "I wish there was something like that for girls that we could take back to school."

"But there is, sweetie," Marie exclaimed. "Let me show you the marvel Japanese engineering has created for the lonely girl." She hurried to her dressing table, opened a lower drawer, then straightened and turned back to us. She was holding up a flesh-colored object that looked exactly like a man's penis. She said, "Behold, the latest electronic dildo with built-in power-pack and self-controlled rate of vibration. Available in assorted sizes to suit my lady's preference of the moment."

She turned back, stooping again, this time displaying a fancy case containing an assortment of the gadgets in a dozen sizes, all the way from one about the size of a forefinger up to an eigh-teen-inch horse-cock.

Laura took one glance at the big one and shrieked, "What's that for?"

Marie chuckled, declaring, "For helping your pet mare masturbate, I guess. I can't believe any woman could ever enjoy a thing that size. Or maybe it's just to make a girl thankful she's never gotten cornered by a man who really had one that size. I don't know."

Laura began fingering the various-sized mechanical cocks, acting fascinated. Suddenly she asked, "Can I try one?"

Marie glanced at Uncle Malcolm, frowning as she asked, "What do you think?"

He sat up on the bed, shaking his head. "Not here. That would still be penetration."

Laura protested, "I suppose you weren't penetrating Trina's mouth a while ago?"

Instantly he soothed, "I'll tell you what. How'd you like a complete set all your own?"

Laura brightened like a kid finding exactly what she'd hoped against hope for under the Christmas tree. Almost instantly the look was gone, replaced by another frown. She murmured, "If we got caught with anything like that in our room, we'd both get kicked out of school and our parents would be shown--" Uncle Malcolm interrupted, "I've seen a set that's hidden in a secret compartment in what looks like just a handsome piece of expensive luggage. You'd have to be caught with the compartment open or try to bring it back into the country through customs; otherwise your secret would never be discovered. How about that?"

"But wouldn't that be awfully expensive?" Laura asked incredulously.

"Don't worry about it," Uncle Malcolm smiled.

Laura glanced at me, then back at him. Hesitantly she asked, "You mean... one for both of us, or... one for--"

"One for each of you," Uncle Malcolm interrupted, chuckling. "I'm sure our hostess has at least two sets of that model in stock. And the dildos in that set are all of a little finer quality material and craftsmanship, I think, than any of the others. It's the super deluxe, top of the line, set... which is what you two lovely nieces of mine are worthy of."

Laura let out a little shriek of delight, ran to Uncle Malcolm, her tits bobbing, jumped on his lap, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. He fell back flat upon the bed with her on top of him, her tits pressed as tightly against his chest as her lips were against his. She was obviously trying to give him a French kiss to end, or outdo, all.

Uncle Malcolm's limp dick suddenly began stirring with signs of renewed life. I glanced at Marie. She was shaking her head, smiling. When she saw my look, she murmured, "You two kids sure do have the magic key that turns Malcolm on. No wonder he's ready to spend five hundred dollars apiece buying each of you a personal set of the world's fanciest dildos to remember him by. I just wish I could turn him on like that; it'd cost him one hell of a lot more than a lousy thousand bucks."

I nearly fainted, echoing, "A thousand bucks?" But Marie didn't notice. She was moving in to join Laura and Uncle Malcolm on her bed.