Punishment fitting the Crime
	Her tongue tickled the underside of his glans. It circled the 
head and he felt a stirring. She felt it too, because she sucked the limp 
thing into her mouth- again. He felt the blood seeping into his cock as 
she threatened to suck his cock off at the roots. She was merciless, but 
efficient. Against all odds, he was getting another erection.
	"It doesn't look like a deterrent to me," said the gray-haired 
politician behind the 1-way glass. "It looks like an inducement."
	"If you'll excuse my saying so, we're not going on looks. We're 
conducting this study to see if it is a deterrent or- as you said- an 
invitation," said the stern-looking woman beside Senator Merking.
	He was hard now. She had rocked back on her heels for a 
moment and his cock waved in the open air. Then she covered it with 
her mouth again and began to blow him.
	He was seated in a bastardization of an electric chair, a chair 
with a seat cut like the horseshoe of a toilet. That space allowed the 
woman to kneel closer, giving her clearer access to his genitals. His 
wrists and ankles were fixed and there was the familiar colander-
shaped device on his head as in the execution machine. But this chair 
was not plugged in. It was he who was plugged into the mouth of the 
woman seated in front of him.
	She had begun kneeling, but was sitting on a bolster now as she 
sucked him off for the sixth straight time.
	"I'm sure we could arrange some sort of clandestine 
demonstration if you'd like to personally verify the findings of our 
aversion therapy staff," Dr. Baker suggested to the Senator.
	"No- no," he quickly refused, fearing the power that little fact-
finding scandal would give the doctor over him, "but it doesn't sound 
like much of a punishment, you must admit."
	"You men," snapped Dr. Baker, "You have all these mighty 
dreams of non-stop virility and then you cum once and want to go to 
sleep. I am sure many men will masturbate to the fantasy, but I think in 
their heart of hearts they know what it would really be like.
	"In any case, we look on it more as therapy than deterrent," the 
doctor finished.
	The man struggled, slack-jawed and with a beseeching look in 
his eyes as the head bobbed in his lap. It wasn't pain he showed, it was 
fear. He certainly didn't seem to be enjoying the woman's work. After a 
few moments, he stilled and settled quiet back into the chair. Now his 
was a look of relief.
	 The woman took a break to catch her breath and then her 
tongue came out again...
	"How long can she keep that up?" Merking asked as the 
woman tried to urge a seventh erection from the captive.
	"They work two hour shifts," Dr. Baker explained, "The 
therapy takes four of them for the eight-hour treatment. Some of them 
have gotten so they can double shift- two on, two off, two on, and then 
it only takes two of them."
	"Eight hours?" said an amazed Merking, "She keeps at him for 
eight hours?"
	"With reasonable breaks for eating, drinking and going to the 
bathroom," she answered, "But the ladies have become pretty 
competitive, they want to get as many climaxes as they can so those 
breaks are kept to more and more of a minimum."
	The senator's assessment was already shifting from his first 
lustful excitement at the thought of forced blow jobs to a more realistic 
hesitation. The man's mouth worked in the other room, but they 
couldn't hear him through the glass. Eight hours. Enough would not be 
enough- it would go on. Merking's penis shrank in his pants at the 
thought.
	"I think I'm beginning to see your point," he admitted, "Keep 
me up on your results. I'm going to keep an open mind on the project."
	He thought that was a gracious gesture. He meant it in an 
offhand way, but he was mostly using it as an exit line. He was 
anxious to get away from the window. It wasn't fun to watch the 
treatment anymore.
	Dr. Baker remained diplomatically stoic as Merking fled the 
room. But she had seen the change come over him, noticed the 
swelling and then the emptiness in his pants. Only the hint of a smile 
played with the corner of her mouth as she identified the look on his 
face as that of a man watching bulls being castrated.
	She saw that the man was speaking angrily at the woman in the 
other room. She smiled as she watched the woman keep at her task 
without pause.