======== Message-ID: <064324Z02061996@anon.penet.fi> Path: news.primenet.com!nntp.primenet.com!news1.best.com!news.texas.net!cdc2.cdc.net!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an306600@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an306600@anon.penet.fi Date: Sun, 2 Jun 1996 06:40:41 UTC Subject: Another try at "The Implant" (part 2 of 2) [mc, pedo] Lines: 650 Xref: news.primenet.com alt.sex.stories:157911 "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?" --****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--***ATTENTION*** Your e-mail reply to this message WILL be *automatically* ANONYMIZED. 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