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The Implant (MF, mc, slave)
by Anon NixPixer (c) 1994
*
"The breakthrough came when my professor, Dr. Klaus Neuman, discovered
the fundamental mechanisms of memory storage in the brain. His work
led directly to methods of literally 'reading minds' through the now
famous 'mind probe'. It is less well known, however, that Dr.
Newman's discoveries eventually enabled us to write, as well as read,
minds. In other words, memories and beliefs could, with difficulty,
be created and implanted. At first, the process was a hit-or-miss
affair; then the research of myself and my colleagues elucidated the
'encoding' used by the brain. Using supercomputers, new memory chains
and sequences could be generated which were indistinguishable from
natural ones.
"There has been much controversy over the ethics of memory writing and
implantation. So far, such discussion has been rendered moot-for lack
of an effective means of implanting memories. The current best
available means uses focused ion beams and i s slow and error-prone.
No more than a few memory chains can be implanted by this means due to
the collateral damage caused by the beams. So philosophers and
ethicists would seem to have nothing to worry about from 'mind
writing'."
Professor James Garrett looked up from his lecture notes. "That
concludes today's lecture."
After a few questions, the class straggled out of the lecture hall.
He packed up his notes and prepared to leave. He hated his job as
lecturer here at Ocean College. He, a Nobel Prize winner. Each time
he completed a lecture, he tasted the bitterness. Once, he'd been a
leading light at Harvard, and his grad students had done the lectures.
Now, he was an 'instructor' at a third-rate cow college, and grateful
for the job. He shook his head ruefully. Ever since that incident,
his career, his reputation...in ruins. He'd used the mind writer-the
ion beam implanter-on one of his coeds. For a brief while, it'd been
wonderful. She'd been his willing slave, ready to do anything he
wanted. But he'd been greedy. He'd tried to implant her younger
sister. Only a child, really, at 10; he had planned to train her,
over several years, as an exquisite little slave. The implant didn't
take, and she blew the whistle.
The papers had a field day. "Mad Scientist in Mind-Ray Sex Zombie
Case!" screamed the headlines. "Pervert Prof uses Brain Ray on
Lolita!"
And now he was here-all his dreams in ruins. The college was very
careful to restrict him to teaching; no research with ion-beam memory
implanters.
An older man, not a student, stood before him.
"Dr. Garrett, I believe you know who I am."
"Certainly. Howard Carmody. You are one of the richest men in the
world."
"Correct. I am CEO of NanoDyne. I would like to discuss a business
arrangement with you."
"My research is supported by a number of government grants; it is
quite well funded at present."
"Don't dissemble with me. You have no research funds-and no lab."
"You have done your homework."
"My staff is competent."
"I'm not interested in becoming a pet scientist in one of your labs."
"Ah. But I am talking about unlimited funding and the ability to
pursue -any- line of interest, without interference."
"Why would you wish to offer me an unlimited budget and no oversight?
It doesn't make sense."
"There would be...some restrictions...at first. But only at first.
In return for your assistance in pursuing a certain line of inquiry
now, you would be given total freedom upon completion of the research
I have in mind."
"And if that research fails?"
"I doubt you will fail; however, if you should fail, the deal is off."
"All right. I assume the research has something to do with
nanotechnology."
"Correct. I want you to develop a means for memory implantation via
nanotech."
"Been tried. There were insurmountable problems."
"I know. But one our staff scientists has developed a way around the
problems that stopped the previous effort. We believe that his
methods, combined with yours, will lead to success."
The prediction proved prophetic. In less than a year, working first
on animals, then on human volunteers, the team had scored success
after success. Finally it developed a fully-automated method of
memory development and implant which was completely effective.
Then-with the tools in hand-his benefactor had revealed his ultimate
goal. He called it the 'total immersion' project. The idea was
nothing less than the construction of a complete life-memory implant,
literally building a fully- textured, completely "real" set of
memories which had never actually happened.
For the implantee, however, the memories would be true, consistent,
and completely believable-no matter how "unbelievable" the content.
Because the subject's brain would 'believe' that he or she had
actually experienced the events in the implant, down to the tiniest
detail. The subject would be able to answer questions about the
"past"-any questions. With the same accuracy and detail-and lapses-
as with a real memory.
Using the new photonic supercomputers, absoulutely "real" simulations
of reality could be generated in a very short time. Even "realities"
which were physically impossible could be created. But none which
were -logically- impossible.
Carmody was delighted. Gradually, he took Garrett into his
confidence. "The next phase is to create the reality I have in mind.
We'll gang several of the supers together. It must be -perfect-;
without flaw and totally believable."
"All the simulations are believable."
"Yes, yes...but THIS one must be iron-clad-you'll understand."
Slowly, the parameters became known. It was obvious why he'd sought
out Garrett-given his past. It was the old dream-the fantasy of all
men: to have complete control over the minds and bodies of females.
Carmody wanted willing and eager sex-toys, just as had Garrett;
submissive, totally obedient female servants. And his method for
creating them was far more audacious than Garrett's crude use of the
ion-beam implanter.
Carmody wanted to construct 'The Institute': a total-immersion
brainwashing facility. If someone tried to built it in "reality" it
would be impossible: too expensive, illegal on many fronts.
Impossible to keep its existence a secret. Impossible to staff. And
some of the "processes" he had in mind for the "residents" were either
impossible or illegal. Some of the mind-altering drugs were
"impossible" but not logically so.
Anyone implanted with the "memory reality" of the Institute would be a
totally-programmed slave. There would be no question of disobedience:
the experience would be too overwhelming, too completely "real". The
subject would literally remember YEARS of intensive programming and
conditioning with drugs and hypnosis- Carmody called it
"meta-hypnosis", more powerful than normal hypnotic techniques. The
protocol called for full immersion from childhood to puberty. In
fact, the implant could be used on anyone-age didn't matter-but the
MEMORIES would be from earliest childhood.
"How the subjects will 'feel' during the 'training' is a meaningless
question," Carmody explained to Garrett. "The training itself
occupies zero real time and is itself timeless. I suppose any subject
exposed to Institute techniques and methods would feel like a helpless
plaything of infinitely-powerful, godlike Masters; of course, this is
exactly what we want. The subject would quickly learn that her
Masters' word was Law-even physical law. She would find that
disobedience is not only impossible-but literally unthinkable.
Indeed, the entire concept of disobedience-of self-will- would be
removed from her mind."
As Carmody and Garrett discussed the implant, Garrett wondered at the
audacity and brilliance of the plan. Carmody had thought of
everything: "the memories of the Institute programming will be
suppressed-hidden even from the implantee-until the pro per key phrase
is given. At that time, all memories and behaviors will become
active. That way, subjects can be implanted now and triggered
whenever desired." Whoever gave the proper activation phrase would be
recognized as the Master-the one whom the implantee must obey and
serve without question.
"The memories will flood back, overwhelming the 'normal' ones. In
essence, the subject's childhood will be instantly replaced by a
totally self-consistent and convincing memory overlay of a ten-year
stay at the 'Institute'. And the conditioning and programming will
turn on. I imagine it will be a fairly shattering experience..."
"We don't want a zombie: the personality will remain unaffected. The
subject will just obey-quite helplessly-any command given by the
Master." Carmody also specified that the conditioning regimen include
a second keyword that would project the subject into a deep
meta-hypnotic trance, "for fine-tuning", as Carmody said.
They began development of the 'virtual reality sequence'. Every
implantee would have the same basic memory trace, with minor random
variations automatically encoded. Each would 'remember' the same
intense and overwhelming programming; each would remember the training
in total service. More importantly, each would have a *brain state*
that reflected the training and programming of the Institute. And the
brain state would be exactly the same as if the implantee had indeed
spent years under the loving care of a real "Institute".
It took months to program the simulation. Additional months to debug
and check it out. Finally, the sim was ready. "When can we test it?"
Carmody asked.
"I've fed the sim into the nano factory; we should have test nano's on
Monday," Garrett told him. "Do you have, uh, a subject in mind?"
"Yeah; let me handle that. Er, what modality for delivery?"
They'd discussed several means of getting the implant to the subject.
"Ingestion I think. Less chance of an error; less chance of someone
else getting the 'plant."
"All right."
On Monday, Garrett collected 2 grams of a grey powder from the
"factory" (actually a small machine resembling a washing machine). He
looked at the substance in fascination. A single particle of it could
program the mind of -anyone-; there was enough in the tiny vial he
held to program thousands.
He put the vial into his pocket and headed for Carmody's office.
Seated in the office were Carmody and a lovely girl; Garrett estimated
she was no older than 14. Garrett stopped, stunned. She was
incredibly beautiful, but he had never thought of the -age- of the
subject. Somehow it seemed -unfair- to program a young girl. She was
dressed modestly in a long summer dress but her figure still showed
through; a knockout, even at 14...
"Hello, John. I want you to meet my neice, Lisa," Carmody said with a
smile.
"Er, hello...Lisa," Garrett stammered. "Uh, Howard-may I have a word
with you in private?"
They retired to an inner office.
"Your neice?! That's-that's-unthinkable! And so young! She's only a
child!"
"So what? Unthinkable? Not to me. I've planned this entire project
around little Lisa. She was the -REASON- for it. Soon, she'll be my
Institute-trained servant. What matters her age? Isn't the
programming designed to be from "early childhood" ? What did you
think that meant?!?"
They argued a while longer, then Garrett shrugged. "I give up. It's
on your head."
"Fine. Give me the implant."
Garrett handed over the vial. "A single particle will be enough; more
will not increase the effectiveness. As a practical matter, use as
little as possible, in a drink or a snack."
"Fine."
"Oh, and wash your hands after you open the vial."
"I'll do that."
Returning to the office, Carmody said, "Well, Lisa, are you ready for
your tour of the place?"
"Sure, Uncle Howard."
Midway through the tour, Carmody stopped. "Here's the cafeteria.
Let's stop for a drink." He seated them at one of the tables and went
to get drinks. Lisa had asked for a Sprite. He brought her the
drink, and watched as she sipped it. He and Garrett had coffee.
The men exchanged glances. She'd taken the implant. Even a tiny sip
would contain thousands of particles. They would quickly enter her
brain and begin replicating. Upon reaching a critical threshold, they
would begin altering the memory sequence inside Lisa's beautiful head.
"Lisa is visiting for the summer, Carmody told him. Her parents are
in Europe. I agreed to let her stay with me until September."
Garrett nodded. Carmody would be able to test her, use her, for three
months without interruption.
"I see."
"I knew you would. Lisa has the run of the house, and of course she
has Jenny to keep her company." Jenny was Carmody's teenage daughter.
There was no mother; Carmody's wife was dead. Garrett looked sharply
at Carmody. Could he be planning...? Carmody stared blandly back, and
Garrett knew it was true.
They finished their drinks and continued the tour. About an hour
later, Lisa asked to go home; she had a headache and a slight fever.
They packed her into Carmody's limo and watched as it drove off.
"The headache and fever are normal. She'll sleep soundly until
morning. Then the implant will be complete."
"Activation?"
"As we discussed. The activation phrase is: 'Tell me about your life
at the Institute'".
"And the hypnosis activator?"
"'Calumet lanyard banana,'" Garrett told him.
"All right. I'll see you tomorrow."
The following day, Carmody was late. He got in at around 11:00 A.M.
"How'd it go?" Asked Garrett.
"Great; better than I could have expected! God, I've been waiting for
this, dreaming of it, for years. And now she's mine!"
"Tell me about it."
"I got up early; couldn't sleep anyway. Knocked on her door at about
7:00. Went in and found her still in bed. God, John, she was wearing
one of those 'baby-doll' nighties, so damn sexy. As if I'd ordered
it..."
"And?"
"Well, I asked her how she'd slept, if the headache was gone, small
talk. I was nervous. With anticipation. Finally, she said, 'Uncle
Howard, I've got to get dressed,' meaning I should leave."
"Did you?"
"Are you nuts? I used the activation phrase," Carmody said.
"How did she react?"
"Almost perfectly."
"Almost?"
"I must have slurred the phrase at first; my throat was dry. When I
asked the 'question' the first time, she seemed to give a little jump,
then she looked directly at me and said, 'What did you say?'"
"Right. They're programmed to ask for the phrase again if they're not
sure it was given correctly."
"So I repeated it: 'Tell me about your life at the Institute', very
precisely this time."
"And?"
"She gave a little half-gasp, half-moan. Then, quite spontaneously,
she said, 'oh god...'. Her face went blank for a short time, I'd say
less than ten seconds, her eyes fluttered shut, then open. A shocked
look on her face; that cleared. And then she looked at me and said,
'How may I serve you, Master?'"
"The standard response, remember?"
"Yes."
"The look of shock was all the memories and programmed responses
turning on," Garrett mused. I'm amazed she didn't lose conciousness,
for a short while. The impact on the brain must be incredible."
"She -was- dizzy," Carmody said. "I ordered her to get out of bed and
stand before me." She did, but was unsteady on her feet. I thought
she might faint, but she didn't."
"How long did the 'dizzyness' last?"
"About a minute."
"Normal," said Garrett.
"And then?"
"I put her through the 'drill' to test her responses. Every single one
was perfect, no deviations from the nominal. Just like a little
machine."
"Excellent. We'll give her the full diagnostic when she gets here."
The "full diagnostic" was designed to test the absoulute limits of the
programming, including tests to ferret out the tiniest tendency toward
resistance or disobedience.
"I'm sure she'll pass it," Carmody said.
"Sounds as if." Garrett smiled. "Seems completely successful."
"More than successful. I took her, then," Carmody confided.
"How was she?"
"Perfect. Like a little sex kitten, a plaything. Mine, body and
soul. God, the best sex I've ever had. Innocent-obedient-completely
and utterly uninhibited. I'll tell you-if her mind was free, she
could make a slave of ME; goddamned fortunate it isn't."
"OK. Those are the Institute training regimens showing. Several
thousand hours of sexual training and deep obedience. Her mind
reflects the training-in meta-hypnosis-while performing the most
rigorous sexual exercises. The sim works."
"Does it! And she served with -joy-, Jim, so eager, so...I don't
know. As if she were worshiping a god. Smiling sweetly, giggling, as
she did the most outrageous things. As I did things to her. God..."
He closed his eyes. "Christ, I can still see her little mouth bobbing
up and down on my cock. I never knew head could be so exquisite..."
"The training again. Did you notice? She went into a light trance as
soon as her lips hit your cock; they're all programmed to do that to
enable them to keep their attention focused on your pleasure."
"Notice? Not really, I was too busy pumping myself down her throat. I
thought my balls were going to turn inside out!"
The next day, Carmody brought Lisa to the Lab. Garrett couldn't help
but stare. The modest dress had been replaced by a tiny "sailor suit"
of the type worn by Japanese schoolgirls. So short that the snowy
white panties she wore were nearly always visible below the
ultra-short skirtlet. Beneath the sheer white blouse her breasts were
uncovered by a bra.
"Like it?" beamed Carmody? "I had it made for her several weeks ago,
when it was clear the implant would work. Quite a change, eh?"
"Christ," was all Garrett could manage.
Her behavior, too, had changed-she clung and cuddled to Carmody,
nibbling on his ear and frequently letting her hand linger at his
thigh and even his crotch. "I told her the Lab was like an extension
of home-otherwise she'd be in 'public mode'," Carmody explained.
"Fine. Just as long as it doesn't interfere with the tests."
"It won't. Lisa, you remember Dr. Garrett?"
"Uh huh," she purred, glancing at him.
"He has some questions for you; I want you to answer them, OK?
"Yes, Lord."
"Lisa, when did you first, er, 'join' the Institute?"
"I was five," Lisa said.
"And what happened when you got there?"
"I don't remember clearly...they gave me something that made me
sleepy. When I woke up, I had this bump behind my ear," she said.
"The Institute discipline module," Garrett commented. "It sends
signals to the pain and pleasure centers of the brain; no human can
withstand conditioning with the module."
"At first, new girls don't always obey," said Lisa. "But the module
teaches them to obey very quickly. After the first few months, they
never had to use my module-I was a good girl," she announced proudly.
"There's no lump there," Carmody said, feeling behind both ears.
"Of course not. The module is 'there' only when the subject is under
Institute training. Ask her."
"Where's the module-the lump-now, Lisa?"
"They removed it when I graduated. Graduates don't need it anymore."
"I see."
Garrett nodded to Carmody.
"Calumet Lanyard Banana."
Lisa stood and her expression became blank. Staring straight ahead,
arms at her side, she said, "I am ready for your instructions,
Master."
"Listen carefully. Dr. Garrett is your 'other Master', subordinate
only to me. You must obey him just as you do me, except that my
commands take precedence over his. Understand?"
"Oh yes, Master."
"Fine. At the count of three you will awaken from this trance."
Once the girl was out of the trance, Carmody said to Garrett, "She's
all yours. How long will you need her?"
"About two and a half hours."
"OK. Bring her to me when you are through."
Garrett turned to Lisa and said, "come with me." She ran to his side,
eager to obey.
Taking her hand, he led her into another part of the lab. "We have
some tests for you to take, Lisa," he said to her.
"How'd she do?" Carmody asked as Garrett led the pliant slavegirl back
to her Master.
"Excellent. The computers are still working on the data, but I
believe she tested almost 100%...possibly at 100%. As you know, the
first tests were for specific memory implants relating to the
Institute. Up to 4% of the memories are diagnostic in nature,
designed to be easily probed for fidelity. We probed three hundred
and fourteen specific memory loci; every one was within the proper
response zone. This is highly significant; the probability that she
could be faking-or that one of the other, unprobed, loci failed to
"take" is less than 0.00001% on the basis of these probes."
"Good."
Lisa sat on Carmody's lap, almost purring with pleasure as he petted
her. She listened with interest to the conversation, as if it were
about someone else.
"We tested her for obedience. You recall the test procedure?"
"I think so."
"The subject is placed into six different situations, each of which
calls for obedience-and each of which has extremely unpleasant
consequences for the subject. The first test is what we called the
'kitten test', remember?"
"Oh yes..."
"In that test, Lisa was shown a cute little kitten. It was explained
that pressing a certain button would result in a horrible and painful
death for the kitten; videos were shown to her as demonstrations.
They are quite graphic. Once it is established that the subject
understands the consequences, she is ordered to press the button.
Lisa did so with no hesitation, tears streaming down her face out of
empathy for the kitten."
"And the other tests?"
"Escalating in intensity, she passed them all. The final test, as you
recall, requires her to kill herself upon command. She did so,
placing the revolver in her mouth and pulling the trigger within 0.5
seconds of the command to do so. Of course, t he gun was empty, but
she didn't know that."
"Excellent!"
"Yes. We have erased the trauma caused by the testing; she was really
quite a mess before we did."
"Anything else?"
"Yes-her submissiveness index is 47.6; higher than we expected. And,
in tests of specific Institute-trained skills, she scored 98.4%, out
of a possible 100."
"Are there any more tests you want to conduct?"
"Nope. We've proven that Lisa is indeed a Graduate of the Institute,
with all behaviors and conditioning just as they should be. She is a
perfect sex toy-for whom disobedience is not only impossible, it is
unthinkable. Her brain state is unlike that of any other human
female-for it has been processed over a ten-year period by the
Institute, using techniques and drugs that do not exist on Earth. She
is perfect," Garrett summed up.
"A graduate of an Institute that does not exist," remarked Carmody,
fondling Lisa's pert ass. He smiled at the little toy on his lap.
"I'm proud of you, dear. You've done well."
"Thank you, Master," Lisa responded, smiling up at his face. "I live
only to serve you."
"It's literally true," Garrett commented. "She -does- live only to
serve."
"I know. She's served me well, already-and I have all summer to
explore the depth of her service," Carmody said, cupping her left tit.
"Uh, and your other...subject?"
"You mean Jenny? I plan to give her the implant tonight. Why?"
"Just curious. Will you allow me to do diagnostics on her when the
implant takes?"
"Sure."
"Fine. Bring her to the lab whenever it's convenient."
Jenny was there, the following day, dressed in a similar outfit to
Lisa's. She was just as deeply enslaved. Carmody had brought the
pair, and it was incredible to see the two scantily-clad nymphets
fawning and clinging to him. Garrett felt himself stiffening.
Carmody gave her the keyword and told her that Garrett was her 'other
Master'; she then went off for the diagnostic test. Lisa giggled as
her 'sister' went off with Garrett. This time, Garrett couldn't stand
the strain of having an obedient, semi-naked girlslave at his command.
"Jenny, come here."
"Yes, Master. How may my flesh serve yours?"
"Do you know how to, er, give oral pleasure?"
"OH, YES, My Lord. Would you like me to suck you?"
"Yes, dear, if you please."
And instantly, the child was on her knees, eagerly opening his
trousers and removing his throbbing organ. "So pretty, Master," she
cooed, before gently kissing it.
Soon, her mouth was wrapped tightly around it and her head was moving
like a piston. He looked down at Jenny-only twelve-and groaned. He
had not, in his wildest fantasies, imagined such pleasure. She looked
up at him as she sucked, her eyes slight ly glazed in a light hypnotic
trance; the 'sex trance' of all Institute graduates.
Her little blonde head bobbed up and down; she made tiny slurping
sounds as she worked his organ over. From time to time, a "POP" would
be heard, as her tight lips momentarily came off the tip of his cock.
He couldn't believe the intensity of the pleasure-the way it grew. He
remembered one aspect of the programming, the Institute programming.
Jenny's mouth and tongue were involved in an intricate dance, with his
cock as their partner. Unconsciously, she sensed the tightness of
tiny muscles within the shaft, the flow of blood within it, the degree
of stiffness, and a dozen other subliminal signals. For Jenny, her
Master's cock sang to her of its excitement, its nearness to orgasm,
the intensity of the pleasure spasms coursing through it. And she
responded, still unconsciously, with tiny adjustments in the tightness
of her lips, the motion of her tongue, the speed of her strokes,
optimizing the sensations of her owner's organ. When she sensed him
about to come, she backed off, obeying the long training which taught
her to prolong the pleasure. Jenny loved doing this-it was her
purpose in life-and would give pleasure until her Master came, or
until she lost conciousness or was ordered to stop. Her whole world
had collapsed to encompass only the Cock, and her mouth and tongue.
At this moment, while she knelt before her Master, the Institute
programming converted Jenny into nothing but a cock-sucking machine;
literally an extension of her Lord's penis, existing only to bring it
pleasure. She'd been trained for ten 'years' for this, and she was
performing as trained-perfectly.
After what seemed like an endless period of ever-growing pleasure, he
gave one last moan and unloaded deep into her throat.
"Thank you, Master, for honoring me with your seed," she said meekly,
as she licked him clean.
"That was..exquisite," he told her.
"We are trained to maximize male pleasure, Lord. We are proud of our
ability to give pleasure, and to make you come and come," she said
simply, as if describing her talent on the flute. She smiled at him,
a sexy little expression that would have made him hard again if
there'd been a single drop of sperm left in his balls. "I'll make you
come again, Master, whenever you desire it; the next time will be
better-more intense-than this."
He knew it was true; each 'session' an Institute girl had trained her
to give more pleasure to her 'Master' than the time before; they
became more and more skillful at whatever pleased their Lord the most.
Several weeks went past, and Carmody was clearly pleased with the
results of the implant. Both Jenny and Lisa were his devoted slaves,
and he clearly enjoyed the power he held over these two luscious
teens.
Carmody invited Garrett over on Friday nights, to enjoy his girltoys.
On the third Friday, there were several more young girls. Like Lisa
and Jenny, they exhibited full Institute training. They curtseyed
meekly, lifting the skirts of their nighties , begging to serve their
Masters. Carmody grinned at Garrett's surprise. "These are friends of
Jenny's, from her junior high," he told him.
"God, Howard, why so many?"
"I've always wanted a harem; now I have one."
"What about their parents?"
"The mothers have had the implant," he explained patiently. "They
will do exactly as I command. The fathers know nothing-and will
remain ignorant-of their daughters' new lives."
"Oh."
Carmody introduced the new girls. "This is Wendy," he said,
indicating a breathtakingly-beautiful young asian. She wore a
powder-blue baby-doll nightie. Garrett guessed she was eleven or
twelve.
"This is Illissa," he said, proudly indicating a slight redhead. Clad
only in a pair of snowy-white bikini panties and a pair of panty hose,
Illissa was about fourteen. Her tits were firm and surprisingly large
for her age.
"Julie" was a lovely blonde child of thirteen. She wore a pair of
flowered nylon panties and a short camisole.
Finally, Carmody introduced Cindy. She was the oldest, at sixteen.
Cindy wore a transparent half-slip beneath which pink panties were
visible. Her face was striking, angelic, framed by soft brown hair.
Carmody grinned. "Pick two."
Garrett didn't understand, at first. "Huh?"
"Pick two. You can have any two for the night. Pick."
"Er...well, I suppose Cindy and Wendy, no Illissa."
They ran to his side, clinging and cuddling. "Please let us serve
you, Master," they begged.
Almost of their own volition, Garrett's hands drifted to the girls'
nylon-clad bottoms and began caressing them gently. They made a soft
purring sound and moved their little hips to increase the contact. He
took them, or rather they led him, to a guest bedroom. By the time
the three reached it, they were busily removing his clothing, their
little hands undoing belt, zipper, buttons.
"Hey, slow down, girls," Garrett laughed.
"Yes, Lord," they said, meekly.
"I thought I was in charge," he chided them.
"Oh, yes, Master...it's just that, at the Institute, our Master's
bodies were much easier to...access," Illissa explained. "We're not
used to Master wearing so many clothes."
Cindy giggled. "Most Masters want us to begin our duties quickly."
He sat on the bed, now dressed only in his boxers and socks. The two
Institute girls stood before him, perfectly at ease in their tiny
revealing outfits. Both stared at the distinct lump in his shorts.
"Please, Master, let us serve your cock," pleaded Cindy.
"It's what we are FOR," said Illissa.
"I know, girls. I'm trying to decide..."
"Let us show you! We'll put on a 'fashion show'! I promise you'll
like it!" Gushed Illissa.
"Well, all right."
The two girls looked at each other with expressions of joy and total
delight-as if they'd been told that Christmas would be every day and
today was Christmas; as if the most wonderful gift in the world had
just been dropped at their feet. They whispered briefly to each
other, then Cindy turned to him.
"Illissa will model first. I'll give pleasure."
One of them turned on music, a sort of light disco beat. Garrett laid
back on the bed and felt Cindy's lips wrap around his cock. Soon, she
was performing the 'dance' that all Institute girls were trained to
do. Meanwhile, Illissa had opened a dresser and found a riot of
lingerie. She began with a tiny half-slip which she put on over the
panties and panty-hose she already wore. She began to dance, near the
side of the bed, showing off for her Master. The silken slip flipped
and flowed about her hips in time to her movements; her tits bounced
prettily in time to the beat.
Cindy's mouth and tongue continued their ever-more-pleasurable
movement on his rod.
In what seemed like no time, he was on the edge of orgasm. Cindy
paused, applying expert pressure, looked up at him. "Please don't
come, Master; we have so much more pleasure to give you..."
"Uh, I'm not sure I can," he told her.
"We were told that girls of the Institute sometimes have that effect
on new Masters," she said, still maintaining pressure on his cock.
"But soon, -we- will train -you- to last much, much longer." She
turned to Illissa, who had paused to change her little outfit.
"C'mere, Illissa," she called. Illissa ran to them, now dressed in a
pair of pink bikini panties. "Let's switch."
Soon, Illissa was holding his throbbing rod and Cindy was dancing.
Illissa's sweet mouth and tongue enwrapped his rod; the sensation was
incredible. Different from Cindy's gentle service, Illissa's technique
produced a powerful vacuum. Her cheeks w ere concave as her head
pistoned along his rod, urging him to release. Garrett looked down at
the innocent face of the fourteen-year-old, who seemed to be doing her
very best to suck the sperm right out of his balls. He could see the
flesh of her cheeks and throat expand as the tip of his cock moved
past them.
Meanwhile, Cindy continued her sexy dance. She was now dressed in a
white baby-doll, so short the matching panties were uncovered beneath
the hem of the top.
The pleasure grew and grew; Garrett groaned as Illissa continued her
relentless pleasuring of her rod, and Cindy's dance drove him crazy
with lust. Suddenly, Illissa stopped, looking up at him.
"Which of us do you wish to ride, Lord?"
"Huh? Wha?...oh...I suppose you," he told her. She smiled sweetly,
and said "yes, my Master" in a tiny voice. She performed a curtsey,
bending her knee and lifting the hem of her tiny slip. "All that I
have is yours; all that I am is yours," she sa id, as if repeating a
catechism. Then she quickly removed her tiny outfit and crawled into
bed with him. In no time, she was seated on his rod, her body bouncing
up and down in time to the music. Cindy continued her dance, but made
little exclamations as her 'sister' rode their mutual Lord.
"Cum'on, 'lissa, that's right....ooh, yes, go, girl...ride it...you
can do it...oh, god, that looks nice...serve your Master,
'lissa...faster, c'mon, faster..." she encouraged her little friend.
Garrett watched the tiny redhead as she bounced and flounced on his
shaft. Her tits were flailing all over as she moved in total abandon
on his rod. Her breath was coming in short gasps, high pitched little
noises as she struggled to take in air. Her mouth was shaped into a
little "O" of pleasure; she was coming as she rode, a continuous
series of orgasms rolling through her. Garrett could see each orgasm
take her; her body shuddered as the waves of pleasure swept through
her flesh.
"Oh!...my Master...AhhHHH!...yes, my Lord, I am yours.....ooooh...."
she moaned as she rode.
As before he was amazed at the sensations that filled his throbbing
shaft. The lovely young girl who rode it was using her internal
muscles to maximize his pleasure. He remembered the details of the
Institute training which enabled her to do this, and let out a groan.
He had programmed elements of it himself. He was on the edge of
orgasm, and the slavegirl riding him showed that she knew it, too.
She smiled at him, still bouncing on his cock. "Please come inside
me, Master; I live to feel your sperm inside me." At that moment,
Cindy leaned over and thrust her tongue deep into his left ear. That
was all it took. "Oh, God," Garrett groaned, and unloaded into
Illissa's tight pussy. His cock pumped again and again, emptying his
balls into the girlslave who continued her ride. At last, he could
eject no more; not a single drop remained. Slowly, Illissa ceased her
frenzied motion on his dick. Soon, she leaned forward to rest on his
chest, his cock still inside her but softening rapidly.
"Thank you, Master; that was so nice," she cooed, as she stroked his
face.
"Thank you," he told her. "Thank you both."
Cindy smiled. "We are happy, Lord, because you have been pleasured.
Would you like me to clean you?"
"Sure."
Illissa reluctantly removed herself from his flaccid organ and Cindy
knelt and began a thorough washing of his penis with her tongue.
Soon, she had licked up every trace of the mingled love juices of
Illissa and her Master. Licking her lips, she sa id, "Thank you,
Master; that was delicious." Garrett grinned, and said, "Now do
Illissa."
"At once, Master," she responded, and soon was licking her 'sister'
clean.
The three spent the rest of the evening in dreamy, lazy sex play;
Garrett explored both their young bodies thoroughly. In the morning,
Carmody came by to collect his girls; they ran to him joyously,
clinging to him and both talking non-stop about the fun they'd had
with "Master Garrett".
Weeks went by. Things in the lab settled down to a routine. Carmody
used the implant to add several more young girls and women to his
"stable". His appetite seemed to be insatiable; Garrett wondered when
he would have 'enough'.
Garrett, meanwhile, was busy in the lab. Finally, he called Carmody.
"Meet me for lunch; I have a new implant idea."
They met in Carmody's executive lunchroom.
Over lunch, he explained.
"You understand the concept of the 'Virtual Institute', he began."
"Yeah."
"How about a 'virtual planet'?"
"Planet?"
"Envision a planet where human beings evolved-differently."
"Go on."
"On this planet, evolutionary forces resulted in females evolving to
be totally obedient to males. And I mean totally. For a female to
disobey a male is to die."
"Evolution does that? How?"
"Who cares? We programmed it into the Sim and let it run genetic
algorithms until the right genome emerged. It's a boundary condition.
If you like, imagine God watching every person; when a female disobeys
a male, lightning strikes her instantly and leaves nothing but a
greasy spot on the ground. It doesn't matter; that's the beauty of
it. Over thousands of generations, no matter what the forcing
mechanism is, you get obedient females. They're bred for obedience
and total submissiveness. The others died out. The ones who
lived-who survived-passed on their obedience. The ones now-after
thousands of generations-have obedience deeply programmed into the
structure of their brains-by the DNA. How? Who cares? They
obey-because their flesh has been 'trained' to 'know' that
disobedience=death."
"All right. I get it."
"Also, any female who does not 'bind' to a male master by age 13 dies.
A man's sperm does the binding. The first time a female is exposed to
semen-bingo, that's her Master. Her Owner. They start being
attracted to semen at age 5. The craving becomes more intense as they
get older. By 13, they must have it-must be bound. They're addicted
to male semen-so powerfully that withdrawal means certain death. And
only their master's sperm will do. Once bound, a female is the total
slave of the ma le dominant for life. She becomes his property-his
body slave; she thinks of herself as a slave, and this is right, and
just, and proper-the only conceivable way of being."
"Exposed?"
"Every cell has receptors; the skin, mouth, mucous membranes, every
point of contact with the world. A single drop of sperm is enough to
bind any female completely. The reaction is instantaneous and
overwhelming; you should see the simulations of a newly-bound fem.
And the degree of obedience is incredible: if a male tells a female
she is a fish, she'll happily drown herself trying to breathe water.
They'll gladly kill themselves-or anyone-at the Master's slightest
command."
"Sort of a super-Institute treatment."
"While we're at it, let's add some 'features' to these females. For
example, retractable teeth. Saliva with the consistency of KY jelly.
Completely hairless below the neck. And we'll change the sex ratio:
out of 100 live births, 99 will be female."
"Anything else?"
"A couple of things. Extreme beauty, of course. No ugly or fat girls
anymore. And no obvious outward ageing after age 17."
"Wow. Is it possible?"
"Not only possible, here's the implant." Garrett withdrew a vial of
powder from his pocket.
"But I thought..the implant worked on memories-the mind."
"Look, Howard, they're -your- nanos. They can re-arrange DNA just as
easily."
"Christ."
"Come with me; I want to show you something."
He led Carmody to the lab. Standing at one of the lab benches was a
beautiful girl. Carmody stared. She was wearing only a pair of
snowy-white panties and a sheer, semi-transparent half-slip.
"Susie, this is Mr. Carmody," said Garrett.
The girl, no older than 16, turned and curtseyed, bending her knee and
lifting the ridiculous skirt of the slip to her waist.
"Hello, Master. Hello, Master Carmody. How may I serve you?"
"She's not of the Institute," Garrett said. "She's had the new
treatment. Susie is-was-my daughter's friend from school. Now she's
a New Girl." To Susie, he said, "stand up, child, and face us."
She did.
"Do you know what's happened to you?" Garrett asked her.
"Yes, Master. You chose me to be a New Girl."
"How do you feel about it?"
"It's -wonderful-!" she bubbled. "I =LOVE= being a New Girl! It's so
much nicer than being just a girl..."
"Why is that?"
"I feel so...good...so feminine," she said. "I love my body-the way it
feels when I move. And I love being Mastered, having a Master to love
and serve, a Master to tell me what to do! My old life was
so...uncertain. Now I know just what I must do to serve my Lord. My
life has a Purpose; serving and obeying my Master. And when he gives
me his...juice...it feels so nice, tastes so good..."
"The body is full of endorphins," commented Garrett. "She does love
the way her body feels...it's like a full-time, low-level, whole-body
orgasm. If sperm is withdrawn, the endorphin levels fall off and she
will begin to feel -awful-. In the final stages, a horrible death
would result. Susie knows that, and accepts her addiction, isn't that
right?"
"Yes, Master," she said meekly. "I hope I am always worthy of your
seed."
"She's been this way since yesterday; I gave her the implant two days
ago," commented Garrett.
"And no...other training...?"
"None, beyond a very thorough workout in my bed." Susie giggled and
blushed at this. "And let me tell you, it was spectacular. There's
something about having a -totally obedient- and -completely
submissive- girl. The sex was the best I've ever ha d." Susie
giggled again.
"I was born to serve my Master's body, and minister to all his needs,"
she murmured.
"Jesus, Jim. Would it work on my girls?"
"Sure."
"They'd be Institute-trained AND have your 'New Girl' implant. God, I
can't imagine what they'd be like then..."
"Don't worry; I intend to find out."
"Does she have the physical changes you mentioned?"
"Sure. Retractable teeth. She's hairless below the neck. And you
ought to feel her mouth when it's wrapped around your cock."
"Wow."
"Yeah. Did I mention the genetic changes breed true? Her daughters
will all have the same mods."
"Her daughters."
"Yeah; remember what I said about the male-to-female ratio."
"Oh, yeah. Er, what's the point of that?"
Garrett smiled obliquely. Instead of answering directly, he said, "I
was thinking of dumping it in the reservoir."
"In the...?"
"It'd infect every female in the area. Did I mention this one's
infectious? Anyone who ingests it becomes a virulent carrier.
Vectored on the air-aerosol- and by any form of contact. Males won't
be affected, but become carriers. The machines say the whole planet
will be transformed in a month."
"Jesus. Jim, I can't allow it. Do you understand what you're talking
about? It would mean the end of the human race!"
"No. Just human females. And their replacements would be...better...
than human females. No need for an Institute to train them; their
obedience would be programmed in by genetics and evolution. Joyously
happy in serving their owners, just like Cindy. They'd
be...perfect...And the sex ratio, well, don't you see it's critical?
I envision a new race, with a small number of males controlling loving
herds of females. A hundred to one sounded about right. So every
male will have dominion over one hundred or so of these New Girls,
females who will live to obey his every command."
"And I suppose you and I would each have our hundred girls, too, eh?"
"Did I mention the over-ride?"
"Over-ride?"
"Yeah. Although once bound, a female is bound for life...there is
-certain- sperm that -overrides- the binding. Any female, exposed to
-IT-, would instantly 'switch allegiances' to its producer."
"Its producer?"
"Me."
"Er, what about me?"
"Yes, well, I was getting to that. It's difficult for me, Howard,
after all the hard work and your support and all...but I believe it's
for the best. I can't have you interfering in my work, you know."
"What are you talking about?"
"It was in the wine you just drank. A special implant, just for you.
It'll take all night to work, but the preliminary effects are quite
rapid. One moment."
He nodded to Susie, and she picked something up from the lab bench. It
was a triangle, a musical instrument. Smiling sweetly, she tapped it
once with a stirring rod. "Ting!"
"There. Sorry about that. But hearing that particular note, well, as
you are probably discovering, you cannot speak or move. Unless at my
command. In a few moments, I'll drive you home. I'll collect your
lovely daughter and neice, and the others , for re-programming then.
You won't be needing them further. I made sure there were back-doors
in their programming; they'll be easy to re-do. Please-don't look at
me that way; it is really quite distressing. I imagine you're
wondering what the implant will do to you. I suppose I should let you
know. Tomorrow, when you awaken, you'll be the second of the New
Girls; Susie and you will be the first of the evolution-optimized
females we discussed. The nano's can do a sex change easily; that
should be obvious. And they'll reset your age to around 7...
Susie giggled happily at the thought.
"I could have wiped your memory. But I decided not to. You'll
remember your past life-including being male and having both Lisa and
Jenny. You'll even remember your last meal as a male...and our little
talk here. But you'll be my bound servant, a nd you'll serve just as
eagerly as the others.
"I've combined the genetics of both Lisa and Jenny; you'll be sort of
a combination of the two delightful girls. I'll be there in the
morning to expose you to my semen; you will be bound to me, as will
your neice and daughter. And Susie here. A pleasant little foursome,
I expect. You'll be the 'baby' of my little harem; the girls will
enjoy taking care of you. And you'll grow up, all over again, this
time under MY firm-but loving-control."
Garrett stood. "All right, Howard. You can move but only to follow my
commands. You still can't talk. We're going to walk to my car now.
By the time we reach your place, I imagine you'll be feeling the
headache and other symptoms. You'll sleep, Howie-and when you wake
up, it'll be to a new life in a new world. You can thank me then-and
you WILL, won't you, being a grateful and loving little slave?"