QUIET! Ch. 02

Naturally, this was impossible due to the amount of medication necessary to sedate and help any of our patients through their first treatment. This is where the work of our coders came into play. The tiny flex chip that we implanted under the tissue covering our patient's cranium, with the sixteen sliver conductors leading into the memory-center of their brain, held essentially a digital movie reel of the entire installation and first treatment process. The coding that translated the video to the format useful for processing by the brain's neurons was our secret sauce. Five years of hard work in Brazil and many failures later: our team in California had developed a successful medical practice.

We brought calm, pleasure, joy, peace, and quiet to women who normally wouldn't have any. It sounds like I was reciting the content in one of our prospective patient brochures, but it was all true.

But Annette was a special case. We needed to bring a little bit of calm to her, which is why she was only a Level 2 installation. Margie, Annette's daughter, was the one who really needed our help.

Which is why Annette needed to precisely recall everything about her installation and ongoing treatment from the time I had first met her and had started sedating her. It had to seem completely normal to Margie if we were to have any chance of helping her.

Balei's look still haunted me even after the twins had served me my third Caipirinha.

She believed that Annette's spotty memory acuity was a sign that she would need to be given a Level 4 installation before we were able to begin the treatment of her daughter. That would be a problem. While Level 4 brought much more of the benefits than found in Level 2, it also brought silence—loss of the ability to verbally communicate unless the patient was under heavy sexual stimulation.

That consequence seemed to have an adverse effect on nearly everyone, including Annette when she realized that Adriana, her new lover, had a Level 4 installation. Even more so when she recognized the same thing in my own daughters.

There was a sigh. "What about Level 3?"

TURBULENCE

Maria and Marcia sat across from me, intertwined in a reclining lounge chair. I think Marcia had asked the question.

At this cabin altitude, the Caipiriniha had gotten to my head. I wondered how much I had said out loud. Not that it mattered. The twins were a trusted part of our team-our family.

But I was still a bit flustered. How had Marcia said anything at all?

Then I saw the telltale yellow light turn back to red on her watch and then wink off. Marcia had just had a small, nearly silent climax. For a brief moment, something in her body produced during her climax had allowed her to speak a question.

It was still shocking to hear a patient with a Level 4 installation speak. With the lack of verbal communication from either of the twins, I often forgot that they retained 100% of their listening and cognitive abilities.

The other part of my hesitation in responding was the underlying question. Level 3.

Balei and I had been the only ones to respond well to a Level 3 installation. Everyone else we had treated had only lasted a few weeks before needing and wanting Level 4.

None of us on the Calming development team had been surprised by this in practice. Of the five Calming levels, Level 3, a removable large scale vibrator added to the permanently installed clitoral resonator used in Level 2, seemed to be the least effective.

But Level 3 worked for Balei and me mostly because we had no concern about what people thought of our sexual activity in private or public. A fact brought home when I casually reached under my short skirt, unzipped my latex thong, pulled out the dildo that it held in place, turned on the vibrator and began actively plunging it in and out of my pussy in plain view of not only the twins but the flight crew.

The plane seemed to stumble a bit during my first few thrusts.

There was an electronic click and the cabin intercom activated. "Ladies, we're beginning our descent into Savannah/Hilton Head International Airport and expect to land in 15 minutes. We're presently passing south of an area of convective clouds which we expect will cause a bumpy descent. Please take your seats and fasten your seatbelts for the duration of the flight.

"Girls, I'm going to talk with Katrin about an idea I have on how to improve Level 3. Call it 'Level 3 Version 2.'" Not that I wanted to upgrade to Version 2. I was very happy with Version 1.

The flight attendant walked to her seat and gave me a meaningful look as I heard the twin Rolls-Royce turbofans spool down to flight idle and felt the rumble of the spoilers deploy for what was turning out to be a bumpy and steep descent. To accommodate her, I lifted my skirt up higher and fastened the seat belt low over my hips to keep her happy about safety and to allow me better access to my pussy.

"Ladies, due to the weather north of us, we're expediting our descent." More obvious information from the first officer. But I did love the cadence of her British accent. If she weren't busy, I'd have asked her to assist me with my vibrator. Which gave me an idea.

Ignoring the flight attendant's concern, "Girls, why don't you join me." In seconds, Maria and Marcia had traded their seats and snuggled up to me on the couch, somehow managing to click their seatbelts together before the next large jolt from the turbulence.

As we continued our descent, each girl, one on each side of me, wrapped their legs around my legs and helped me spread my legs wider.

Our flight attendant licked her lips as she got a full view of the twins grabbing hold of the large vibrator and relieving me of my duties.

I heard the roar of air and felt the bump as the landing gear went down. But with the twins now slamming the vibrator in and out of me, my usual concern for this part of any flight was non-existent.

Maria put her hand behind my head and pulled me in for a long kiss, probing with her tongue. All the while she and her sister kept up the pace with the vibrator.

The telltale rumble of the flaps being extended to their full 39-degree landing configuration indicated that we had made our turn to final. Maria kept up her intense French kiss while Marcia moved her other hand and began fingering my clitoral resonator. I was already so aroused by the resonator that her slight movements almost put me over the top.

"Uhhhh, uhhh, yes. Finger it more, baby..." I didn't care what anyone thought as I pulled away from Maria's lips to instruct her twin.

We were flaring for touchdown, that wonderful part of the flight when we're literally floating above the runway in ground effect when Marcia moved the resonator in just the right way.

"Oh god, yesssss!!" In a well-practiced fluid set of motions, the twins thrust the vibrator all the way up into my pussy and zipped up my latex thong to hold it in place.

"I'm climaxing!!" The twins cinched my seatbelt tight as my hips bucked violently forward and backward.

Gasping for air with my hips still twitching, the G650's trailing-link landing gear wasn't able to absorb all of the shock of landing which slightly repositioned the humming vibrator just enough to give me a vaginal climax.

"I'm...climaxing...agggg...ooohhhhh!!"

Maria had her hands up my black silk camisole, playing with my breasts. Meanwhile, Marcia reached behind me, casually moved the thin latex band out of her way, and placed her middle finger through the metal ring protruding just outside of my ass.

"Ahhhhhh!!"

We all felt the lurch forward as the captain deployed the thrust reversers and spooled the BR725s back up to power. The twins waited.

Then it all happened perfectly. The captain stepped on the brakes, pitching us all forward. Maria pulled firmly on my nipples and Marcia bent me further forward while ripping the strand of metal Ben Wa balls out of my ass.

"Yeeesss...ohhhh godddd...goood!!"

Maria milked my nipples, not letting my orgasm stop, as I lactated mother's milk into my camisole.

PEACH

Katrin greeted me with a kiss in the lounge of the Signature FBO at the airport. "Is this for me?" she smiled as she slid her hand down my skirt, moved the latex band, and placed her middle finger through the metal ring just outside of my ass.

The twins silently rolled my luggage across the tarmac and loaded them into Katrin's silver Range Rover SVAutobiography.

Thanks to my implant, I was still reliving the details of the best landing of my life, so I didn't notice the audience we were attracting in the lounge. Katrin was astute and a psychiatrist so it was no surprise that she recognized I wasn't quite put together. But with her sense of humor, she felt the need to take advantage of my situation. So as we walked toward her SUV, she kept the tension in the cord of the Ben Wa balls such that the one closest to the ring popped out of my ass which she then pressured back in, repeating this during our whole walk. The last thing that I remembered, without the aid of my implant, was my clitoral resonator clicking back on.

--

"Tell me all about her." Katrin was filling up my wine glass for the second time as we lounged by her pool in the warm Georgia evening.

"Annette is complicated."

"You like that. Complicated."

Nothing gets by a good psychiatrist. "Are you analyzing me?" I teased her.

"It's nothing that you don't already know about yourself. No charge," she laughed. "So move her to a Level 3."

Germans. She just got straight to the point. "My Level 3 won't work for her. It takes too much 'es ist mir egal'."

"Wunderbar!" You've learned more German. I appreciate it.

"Anything for you." I laughed. "Seriously, most women care too much about what others think. Annette is no exception. If I install my Level 3 in her, she'd be constantly mortified at the thought of unzipping in public. She had enough trouble climaxing in public for the first few weeks after we installed her Level 2 resonator."

"Is there another way?"

"Balei and I have been talking about that. But..."

"There's a problem?"

"The only solution that we've found plausible, in a very non-scientific test, would require us to find and hire someone I'm not sure I want to find or hire." I was hesitant to expand on my thought but, she's a German psychiatrist...

"It involves a man."

"Lucky guess?"

"Juliana, I know you. The one thing you don't want to deal with is a man."

"It's not just any old man. It has to be a man who can be docile most of the time and very vigorous when we need him to be. All-the-while being enormous."

"Enormous?!" Katrin laughed.

"I'm not joking."

"How enormous are we talking about, Juliana?"

"Eighteen inches."

"You are joking!" Katrin was laughing uproariously.

"I'm not joking."

"Why does it matter? Their size?"

"You know how large the vibrator is inside of me."

"It's not eighteen inches. How big is that in metric? Over 45 cm? Close to half a meter?!"

Katrin was laughing again. I loved her laugh. It was the passionate laugh of a woman who doesn't care about how the world views her.

I continued. "Honestly, I need more."

"Really?"

"Yes. You get used to it. Our bodies accommodate it and soon, in a few month's time, we no longer recognize that there's something large in us."

"But that's because it's in you all of the time."

"Partly, yes. But the thing that we've been missing with Level 3, as opposed to the other four levels, is that constant awareness that we're being stimulated."

"Ahhh. So you like what I was doing with your Ben Wa ball strand," Katrin stated.

"Yes!" Katrin was the only person who made me feel like I could just be myself. Although I didn't care about what others thought of me, I sometimes was aware of the weight of their thoughts. With her, it was the same gliding feeling we had just before touchdown in the airplane.

"I won't pretend I understand since I'm not one of your patients. But if you say it's true, then I believe you. Where do we find this man?"

"That's the thing. I don't know where to find him, but I do know what to call him."

THE MALE

"We're driving for how long?" I asked Katrin.

"It's only sixty more minutes away. We'll be there in forty-five minutes."

"We've already been traveling for twenty-five minutes." I felt Katrin press the accelerator further down as we sped south along Interstate 95.

"How many beaches are near Savannah?"

"The point is, this is a new beach and it has history."

She loved American history. Plus I didn't really care, I was just happy to be with her.

It was strange talking about a male with Katrin, but as doctors tend to do, we brainstormed about all the logical places we'd find a male with the characteristics I needed. By the end of the drive, we even made a game of all the exotic lands we'd have to visit in our quest. It was silly, but it did give us a chance to talk about our future travels, something we both enjoyed.

"Here we are." Katrin turned right onto a road that paralleled a bay leading out to the Atlantic ocean. Across a bridge onto what appeared to be a grass-covered spit of land. Then another right onto a bumpy road that ran through a tree-filled landscape through which we caught glimpses of the ocean.

After a few minutes, she parked her SUV on the side of the road. "We hike from here."

Grabbing our beach towels, umbrella, and a cooler, we were off on our walk. Which did actually turn into a hike. As the tall trees gave way to scrub trees and then just the occasional beach grass, we came through a final line of scraggly trees to a secluded beach. There wasn't a person to be seen for what seemed like miles in either direction.

"Lunchtime!" We had made our camp behind some low-level dunes for extra privacy since we both had one thing on our minds.

Katrin was wearing a beautiful royal blue 3-triangle bikini with clear straps that showed off every reason why she should be on the cover of Elle. At just under 6 feet, she was strikingly beautiful.

"I love this look on you, Juliana." I was in my black latex bikini, a deep front scoop, and high cut sides resting on my hips. It was the same one that I wore when I first met Annette.

Katrin already had it unzipped and was sliding it off me.

"Lay back for me." She slowly pulled out my vibrator, being careful not to set off my clitoral resonator.

"You want something bigger than this thing in you?"

"Yes."

"I'll give you something." At first, it was just a finger. Then a second. Pretty soon I knew what she had in mind and my body was responding to her fingers with anticipation.

Ever so carefully, she pushed four fingers into me, followed by her thumb tucked under her palm. With a final push, her hand was inside of me. But she didn't stop and her wrist was the next thing I saw slickly slide in.

She had planned this. With a sudden movement she spread her fingers wide inside of me which felt wonderful and triggered the AI controlling my clitoral resonator. With the larger mass inside of me, the resonator changed frequencies a few times until it was a deeper-than normal pitch which started the amazing feedback pulses that got my clit moving in its usual blur. When Katrin heard the resonator activate she started thrusting her arm in and out of me in a slow-motion punching movement.

"I'm climaxing...ahhhhhhh!!"

"That's it, baby," she cooed to me.

"Ahhhhh...yesss!!"

--

It had been one of those warm glowing climaxes that started deep within me. As usual, my lovely resonator had taken over and extended it into a hip-bucking orgasm.

"You seemed to enjoy being fisted," Katrin smiled at me as we spooned together on the beach, her right hand still buried deep inside of me.

"Do you hear that?" I asked her.

"The ocean?"

"No, I thought I heard something. Like a ringing sound."

"A bell?"

"No, more of a jangling sound."

"It's probably being carried across the water. Sound travels long distances over sand and water," Katrin said.

I was curious if we were truly alone, so I grabbed our binoculars and took a look around.

"She's beautiful."

"Who is, Juliana?"

I handed her the binoculars. To her credit, she kept her fist deep inside of me while holding the magnifier with her other hand. I felt her fist twitch near my womb when she saw her.

"Oh my," Katrin said.

"Describe what you see." I closed my eyes and laid back on my towel. Katrin repositioned herself so she could see better while keeping her fist deep inside of me.

"She is pretty. Long brown hair. Her eyes are closed. That one piece is working for her with the legs cut right up to her hips. Can't tell how tall she is."

Katrin was aroused. I could tell because she was fisting me again. Sliding in and out of me at a leisurely pace.

"Oh, she's turned a little. She has some breasts on her. Gorgeous."

Katrin's pace started to quicken.

"Are you missing anything?" I asked Katrin.

"I see what's making that ringing sound," she laughed.

"What is it?"

"You know damn well what it is."

"Tell me."

"She has a set of bangle-style rings bouncing around on her wrist."

"Why are they bouncing," I asked as my resonator activated.

"Because she's standing behind a man, with her head resting on his back, while both of her hands are stroking his large cock."

LUNCH

"Is she done with him?"

"Aren't you eager." Katrin gave me a strange smile.

Peering through the binoculars, she declared it safe for us to approach the couple.

"Is it because of his size? Because he's not as big as your experiment calls for." She sounded defensive.

"You were just as aroused as I was, Katrin."

"That's because I had half my arm up your pussy."

"Are you sure?"

"I'll admit it was beautiful to watch a woman have complete control over a man, but it's nothing that I want to do," Katrin retorted. "Why were you so aroused, Juliana?"

"Because he has the potential to solve the Level 3 dilemma."

"For you?"

"For any woman who doesn't respond as well as Balei and I do to large vibrators."

"So, not for you, Juliana?"

"Not for me. He'd just be a potential employee."

"Let's go meet them," Katrin said with a shrug.

--

During our walk down the beach to meet the couple, Katrin agreed to lead the conversation since her background as a psychiatrist would help her decide if the couple, and more specifically the man, was right for us. It was a long-shot, but if it worked, I would close the deal. She decided that we should indicate that we were a couple so we wouldn't seem threatening or available to either of them.

Hand-in-hand we walked along the beach, pretending that we weren't aware of the couple as we got in sight of them.

Out of the corner of our eyes, we could see movement. The woman had been sucking on her man's cock. We kept our eyes pointed straight. Only after they had rearranged themselves and their clothes, did Katrin act startled and wave at the couple.

They waved back. A good sign.

"Hi!" Katrin called out.

There was a muffled response. Sound really did act strangely around water. We walked slowly toward the couple.

"Hi, how are you?" Katrin called out as we approached them.

The woman was petite, about six-and-half-feet tall with the perfect beauty-meets-girl-next door looks that so many men find attractive.

"She looks really young," I whispered to Katrin

Katrin had been right, she had breasts to die for. Her figure reminded me of Annette's. At least after we had helped Annette in the breast department.

"She's standing in a very protective way in front of her man. We're going to have to be very careful with them, Katrin whispered back to me.

"Hey, how are you?"

"Good, thank you. We were out trying to find a place for lunch," replied Katrin to the woman. Seemingly more and more a young woman.