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  He was well aware of this fact! Once a girl had been trained in the arenas, she was a valuable commodity for wealthy households who could buy extensions on her sentence to keep possession of her, for a small fee the sentencing judge would pronounce her unfit to return to society – or in some cases the girl herself would sign up for a longer period of service. Obviously there was a tax element in the purchase prices, both to the arenas and to the families. But it was quite true that a troubling number just wouldn’t knuckle under and they had to be kept in expensive prisons.

  “We feel here at Theraputics that we have an answer!”

  The doctor was beaming from ear to ear as he saw Clive straighten up and really pay attention.

  “Now, look here please.” He turned to the images and pointed at a red splurge in the central area of the brain in one of the scans. “We can see the activity within the brain as the subject reaches orgasm...” He moved along to another image and indicated an area where the red had spread farther. “Here is the subject’s peak,” he said and then moved along a bit further before pointing again. “And here,” he said, “and here.” He was definitely looking at multiple orgasms. Nothing new in this technology

  “In short, Sir, my assistants and I have succeeded in producing a major breakthrough. For a long time we’ve known where in the brain the vital signals come from but now we have devised and designed a chip that will stimulate those emissions continually in a subject, rendering them sexually aroused at all times. Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, three hundred and sixty-five days a year. It will turn even the most recalcitrant prisoner into a sex addict, unable to do anything other than agree to whatever gets her her next orgasm.”

  The doctor finished and beamed triumphantly at Clive, who was already turning over in his mind what he had heard. The implications were profound and far reaching indeed. If it was true.

  “I would need to see some pretty convincing proof.”

  “Of course. But I am quite confident you will find that our further research will be well worth funding!”

  Alarm bells started ringing in Clive’s brain. Some pretty elaborate frauds had been committed in the past when it came to getting government funding, but if these geeks really had found a way of guaranteeing the obedience of even the most difficult prisoner...well he had to look into it.

  “Okay, doctor. What do you have in mind?”

  “A simple demonstration in this very room. With our previous grant we were able to buy some ‘returns’ from a couple of arenas.” A ‘return’ was the common name for an untameable prisoner. “We’ve kept the worst of them back for this very demonstration. Shall I have her brought in?”

  “It’s your show,” Clive said, intrigued by the man’s calm self confidence.

  The doctor gestured for Clive to come and stand by the images and then he rang a bell mounted beside them on the wall.

  “I’m afraid, Home Secretary, you will need to prepare yourself for some noise. This one is really a choice piece of guttersweepings!”

  A second after he had spoken the door to the room flew open and slammed against the wall. Two large men in white coats began to fight to get a girl into the room. She was handicapped by having her wrists held by cuffs clipped to a pole that stretched across the full width of her spread-out arms. Despite that, she was giving two large men a hard time. She was dressed in a simple unbleached cotton shift that might have reached to mid-thigh if she stood normally, but she had her legs braced well apart and her thighs were virtually naked; shapely ones, Clive noted as she lashed out with one foot and caught one of the men a painful blow in the stomach. He swore and with a savage heave, sent her flying into the room and crashing into the table. The other man followed the girl in and pinned her to the table, getting his leg across hers to stop her kicking. Then both men manoeuvred her to sit in the light chair and reached for the chains from the trolley. While they worked, Clive looked more closely at the girl, her tousled and greasy blonde hair fell shaggily over her face, but when she shook it back angrily and glared around her, he could see she was not unattractive but a few bruises to her cheeks and a fat lip didn’t help her looks.

  She sneered nastily when she saw the doctor.

  “Going to try and beat me down again, are you?” she asked. “It won’t work you shitty bastard!” she snarled in a broad Northern Irish accent.

  As she spoke, the men carefully detached one wrist from the yoke and as she struggled in vain against their strength, they forced it down onto the table, cuffed it with one of the cuffs from the trolley and chained it down to a ring set in the floor at the side of the desk.

  “The virtue of the procedure,” the doctor said to Clive, ignoring the girl and the struggles going on at the table, “is that once it’s done, even though the subject is aware of what’s been done to her, she has no desire to even attempt to remove the chip or to interfere with it in any way. It’s simply too much pleasure for her to want to lose it!”

  Clive glanced across to the table where the girl was making strenuous efforts to bite one of her guards’ arms as he held her hand down as it was cuffed and chained. He raised his eyebrows. That would be some result with a hellcat like that one, he reflected. And she certainly seemed genuinely recalcitrant and not some actress they’d got in to try and convince him of the grant-worthiness of their scheme.

  “I promise you, Home Secretary, she is every bit as rebellious as she seems,” the doctor said as he handed across a file which had the girl’s record of affray, assault, conspiracy to commit burglary, burglary, drug dealing, GBH, perjury...and so it went on. Some of the attacks that she had been involved in were actually shocking even to Clive, whose work had taken him into some dark places previously. Everything looked totally genuine. The girl was a menace and irredeemably vile.

  “You fucking pencil-dicked shitbags!” she screamed in final defiance as the guards stepped back, both stroking the cattle goads they had at their belts hopefully. Her wrists had been shackled wide apart, necessitating her bending forward from the seat slightly and making her glare up at the men around her, her blue eyes glittering with malice. Clive decided she was for real – and thus, so was the doctor.

  “Okay, let’s see what happens. I’m impressed so far.”

  The girl snapped her head round when he spoke and invited him to perform an anatomically impossible sexual act.

  “I hope you’ve got it turned up to maximum,” Clive murmured as the doctor prepared a probe with an almost invisibly small chip at its sharp end. At a nod from him the guards stepped forwards again and rammed the girl’s head down onto the table, then scooped her hair up at the back. Clive had seen any number of chips implanted in arena slaves but they only stored information about the girl who carried them. This chip would fundamentally alter the girl’s entire personality. Or so it was claimed. He held his breath as the doctor approached the still-swearing girl whose head was now held fast by one guard whilst the other held her hair clear of her nape. With a sureness that suggested a lot of experimental subjects had been through this procedure before, the doctor plunged the probe in, depressed a small plunger and then removed it. Again the guards stepped back.

  The girl reared her head up immediately and began a tirade of obscene abuse at the top of her voice but after only a few words she began to stammer and look bemused. Her eyes lost their focus and seemed to be looking inward, they rolled up into her eyelids unpleasantly for a second before returning to normal and she sank back down onto the table, resting her cheek on it. Clive bent down to look at her expression and was amazed to see a smile begin to play across her lips. Suddenly she sat up as far as she could and shook her hair back again. This time Clive could see that there really was an attractive girl beneath the violent sociopath she had previously been, her face had softened and the hard fury had gone from her eyes. She looked about her as if seeing everything for the first time.

  “How do you feel?” the doctor asked.

  “I’m...I’m fine...ye
s, fine...thank you, doctor.” As she looked at him, she gave him a bright smile. “I feel just fine!” she added.

  “You know what’s been done to you?”

  Her face clouded for a second but then she smiled again. “You put something in my neck.”

  “Would you like me to take it out?”

  Clive held his breath and for a moment there was complete silence in the room. Then the girl’s smile widened, she bit her lower lip and shook her head.

  “No, thank you. It’s very nice.”

  “Why is it nice? What does it make you want to do?”

  The girl gave a low throaty chuckle that hot wired Clive’s cock. It was a primevally sexual sound; a woman wanting a man to take her.

  “Ok, release her hands,” the doctor told the guards. “We’ve done this procedure enough to be confident it’ll work in all cases but we did save the hardest case we could find till you were here,” he told Clive as the girl was freed. “Now let’s put her through her paces.”

  Clive was amazed at how the girl didn’t seem to care that she was being talked about. Instead she was blatantly staring at each man in turn, appraising and measuring him, invitation writ large on her face.

  “Come here and kneel down, I want to fuck your face,” the doctor said with such candour that even Clive was surprised. The girl wasn’t fazed in the slightest, however.

  “Oh, thank you, Doctor! I was going to ask if I could start with you,” she said, standing up, going to him and kneeling obediently in front of him. The doctor simply opened his trousers and fetched out a rapidly hardening shaft of thick cock, grabbed the back of the girl’s head and rammed her onto it, barely giving her time to open her mouth fully. Nevertheless, she took him in deeply with no murmur of dissent and began to nod her head back and forth, taking him in so deeply her face was buried at his crotch from time to time. Inevitably the tight caress of her throat had its effect quite quickly and the doctor tightened his grip on her head, forced her face against him and vigorously thrust with his hips as he came. Even Clive had to admit it was one of the most careless and masterful face-fucks he had ever seen. But the girl rode his erupting cock smoothly and once his initial spurts had stopped, she reluctantly let her lips slip from around the helm but held the shaft so that she could wipe that last few drops on her cheeks, in the hollows of her eye sockets and even in her hair. The doctor calmly did up his trousers and jerked his head at the next man. Without attempting to rise, she turned to him as he opened his flies and freed a rampantly erect cock which she took into her mouth just as eagerly.

  After three more passionate blow jobs, her face streaming with thick snail trails of sperm she hitched up her shift and began to play with herself.

  “Stand up you slut! Let us see you!” the doctor barked.

  The girl closed her eyes in delight at the insult and climbed eagerly to her feet, where she stood with her legs spread wide and both hands busily working between them. As Clive had rightly noticed her legs were long and shapely and her arms, coming forward to join at her groin, emphasised her breasts which joggled beneath her shift as she frigged herself.

  “What are you?” he asked her, going to stand beside her and almost whispering in her ear.

  “I’m a slut. A naughty girl who plays with her pussy in front of men.”

  “And naughty girls must be punished.”

  “Yes!” she breathed with no hint of anything but pure pleasure.

  “Do you want to be punished?”

  “It makes men hard when girls are punished. I like men with hard cocks,” she said simply, her breathing becoming more ragged as her fingers rummaged and stroked more and more urgently.

  “Stop!” the doctor ordered but she ignored him and ground herself more fiercely against her own fingers. The doctor looked around at Clive who straightened up and looked serious at this disobedience. The doctor merely smiled.

  “Stop now or you’ll be tied in your cell for a week with your hands chained above your head and there will be no sex!”

  The girl whimpered but saw the cruel light in the doctor’s eye and reluctantly stopped. Absentmindedly she began to lick her fingers.

  “It’s a bit of a blunt instrument, using the sex drive. But it does control them. In the next three years I estimate we’ll be able to identify more subtle personality traits and create the perfect masochist to order, who will obey orders precisely because she is programmed want to.”

  Clive looked on as one of the other medics had the girl strip off her shift and bend over the table with her legs spread wide. Then he began to whip her back while one of his colleagues fucked her from behind. She came almost immediately and went on coming even after the man fucking her had pulled out and only the whip continued.

  “And this chip can be inserted even if the girl’s got an original arena chip in?”

  “We’ve haven’t tried yet,” the doctor said, raising his voice to get over the orgasmic cries and heavy leather smacks of the flogger. “But after all, it was precisely designed to allow for an arena chip to be inserted after it, so there shouldn’t be a problem.”

  “Good. I’ve got a couple of subjects in the car you can use as guinea pigs. Now, I think it’s high time I sampled this slut!”

  The man who had been beating the girl stood back respectfully as Clive approached the table. The girl had a good figure, despite her sojourns in however many prisons and punishment cells she had occupied. Her hips were reasonably wide and her buttocks good and firm. Her back was slender but clearly strong and able to take the whip perfectly well as the mass of red lines criss crossing it testified. He could see her ribs flexing as she gasped for breath in the wake of her orgasms. He prised apart her buttocks just to let her know that he was looking closely at her, and was pleased that she made no protest. Her cunt lips were lust swollen and her inner lips were full as well, her hole was seeping fluid down her thighs. Above it the tight crater of her anus beckoned. It didn’t look as if it had had much use. And he had to admit, having seen what she had been like, he didn’t think she would have held still for anal penetration by anyone. So anal it had to be to test her newfound obedience.

  To start with he sank himself directly into her vagina with no preamble and was pleased at how easily she accommodated him, then he reached under her for her breasts. Again he was impressed as she levered herself up to make it easier for him to grip them. Once he had two firm handfuls of soft titflesh and nipple, she sank down again and pressed hard to feel his hands dig into her. He thrust a couple of times and heard her make soft mews of pleasure, then he pulled out suddenly and she cried out in disappointed shock. He pulled his hands out from under her, ignoring her disappointed whimper, took a firm hold on the shaft of his cock and steered it towards her rear entrance. He was slick and gleaming with her juice but thought he might need some lube to get into what was probably a virgin passage. But as part of testing her he lodged his helm at her anus and pushed hard. Her head came up when she felt him at her back door and groaned as he thrust, but made no attempt to escape. He pushed harder and she groaned again but he felt her begin to give. He pushed harder still and felt her sphincters stretch farther. She cried out as they were wrenched by his size.

  “Oh fuck, yes!” she gasped and reached behind her to pull her buttocks apart and help him ravish her backside. “Please put it in me!”

  He slammed in against her even harder and felt his helm slip past the tight grip of the anus and into the rectum. She gave a half-groan half-mew as she felt him begin to slide into her, leaving her sphincters cruelly stretched.

  “Congratulations, doctor,” he said as he achieved full penetration finally and began to move backwards and forwards inside her narrow sheath, forcing shuddering cries from her. “I think the government will happily fund further research.”

  While the medics celebrated, Clive pumped himself rapidly to climax and filled her with his spunk before pulling clear and wiping himself on her bottom. Then he phoned Humphries and told him to br
ing the new purchases in.

  “Take her back to her cell,” the doctor told the burly guards. “Punish her and then do what you want with her. It’ll be a month yet before she’s auctioned.”

  The girl looked up at the two men as they came towards her, smiling evilly.

  “I was very bad wasn’t I?” she said.

  The two men nodded.

  “Oh you were that!” one said, picking up the flogger in one hand and taking her by the arm.

  In complete contrast to how she had entered the room, the girl walked calmly out, naked and fearless, despite knowing that both men were going to wreak furious vengeance on her.

  “Don’t forget she will need to be in a fit state to sell, gentlemen!” the doctor called after them.

  Clive was taken to the boardroom for a buffet lunch while his two new purchases were brought in and chipped in the same room the other girl had been.

  “You can watch of course, Home Secretary, but you may also take it from me that the procedure will be exactly the same. I would estimate that if we leave yours treated for six months and keep an eye on their arena chips, that’ll do. If all is well at the end of that time, I don’t see any reason why we can’t proceed.”

  “We can watch on camera while we eat, doctor?”

  “Of course.”

  He went to a wall screen and turned on a camera in the clinic where Kath was just receiving her chip. Sharon, the tall black girl was braced against a wall, her hands spread and her legs wide apart, her pert bottom offered to the man who was vigorously shafting her from behind.

  “Of course, our service will be offered to governments and arenas worldwide and within a few months I think we’ll be able to adjust the settings to fully take into account the girl’s necessary dose and the customer’s requirement. In the meantime, we can rely on producing a compliant nymphomaniac.”

  The doctor got up from the table and switched the screen to showing a dungeon that was playing host to the Northern Irish girl and her guards. She was fastened to an X cross, facing the wall and as she was being whipped with a single tail, her pelvis was almost drumming against the wall as she came. The men watched as they sampled some delicacies and then the doctor turned the screen back to the clinic in time to see Kath laid on her back, her legs raised and resting against the shoulders of a man fucking her. She screamed her way to what was obviously not her first orgasm as they watched. Beyond her, Sharon was bent across the top of the steel trolley while another man wielded his belt with all his strength across her sturdy shoulders. Finally he took a rest and moved to her head, hauled it up and rammed his cock between her gaping lips. Someone else turned Kath over and began to bugger her.