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Date: Sun,  2 Jun 1996 06:40:41 UTC
Subject: Another try at "The Implant" (part 2 of 2) [mc, pedo]
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"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?"
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