Thanks to the spread of a puritan religious culture, a great many young women had come to believe it was an important to be a virgin on their wedding night, and to avoid any sexual activity before marriage, whether that be intercourse with a man, or merely pleasuring themselves with their hands or a device.
But the natural sex drive of every woman made it hard to stick to such a plan, resulting in feelings of guilt and shame whenever a young lady gave in to a night of passion with a boyfriend (or a furtive session of masturbation while fantasising about such a tryst).
That was where Dr Cillian Hollins became involved.
“What does this device do, Dr Hollins?”
The man asking the question was Roger Bertley, and he was standing in Dr Hollins’ clinic with his eighteen-year-old daughter Gabrielle.
“It’s a simple pair of tiny implants,” explained Dr Hollins. “One will go in the flesh of Gabrielle’s groin, near to the nerves of the clitoris, and the other will be implanted in her cerebellum. Both operations would once have been quite difficult, but today they are relatively trivial, for implants of this size.”
Gabrielle looked worried, but eager. “And they will help me remain chaste?” she asked.
“Absolutely,” laughed Dr Hollins. “The implant in your brain is a simple speech limiter. It will stop you talking about sex. It simply intercepts any attempt to send signals to your throat and mouth which would produce words associated with sexual activity, arousal, or things such as breasts, vaginas, or penises. You’ll be unable to vocalise the words – and it will make you feel mildly nauseous to try. It will stop you asking for sex, or tempting men into engaging in sexual activity with you.”
“That sounds… scary,” said Gabrielle.
“The implants are reversible once you are ready to have them out,” Dr Hollins. “I would expect you would remove them once you become engaged.”
“And what about the other one?” asked Gabrielle’s father. “The one in her – well, her pussy?”
“It simply conditions her out of whorish behaviour,” said Dr Hollins. “It will give her a mild electric shock if a body part or external object touches the flesh between her labia while she’s aroused. It’s quite painful, but not dangerous, and over time it produces something of an aversion response. If an object actually goes inside her vagina while she’s aroused, the shock is considerably more agonising.”
“What about medical procedures?” asked Gabrielle’s father. “Or what if she’s raped?”
“If she’s not aroused, the implant does nothing,” said Dr Hollins. “Presuming that she doesn’t behave like a slut with her gynecologist, there should be no issue having a speculum or suchlike used on her.”
Gabrielle blushed deep red at the very idea that she might become aroused by a gynecological exam.
“And, in fact, if she is raped, there’s a bit of an additional defence mechanism there,” said Dr Hollins. “If the implant detects that her vagina is being penetrated while she’s struggling – that is to say, if muscles throughout her body are tensed rather than relaxed – then it will automatically stimulate her natural lubrication, to prevent damage to her vagina, and upon conclusion of the penetration it will release a euphoric stimulant that will give her a deep sense of relaxation and happiness, to prevent trauma from forming in her brain.”
“It sounds like an orgasm,” giggled Gabrielle.
“Far better than an orgasm, my dear,” said Hollins. “These drugs are quite strong. They could even be addictive, if you were exposed to them regularly – but they should be completely safe as a one-off precaution against a horrible event.”
“It sounds perfect,” said Gabrielle’s father. “An excellent protection of chastity. What do you think, Gabrielle?”
Gabrielle was beaming with happiness. “I think we should get the implants as soon as possible.”
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When Dr Hollins had Gabrielle alone, naked and anesthetized in the surgery, he took the opportunity to photograph her beautiful young body, and then masturbate over her sleeping form, ejaculating on her breasts and then massaging the sperm into her titflesh.
Then he went to work on the operation.
When it was done, he sent the dazed, groggy Gabrielle home with her father. It would take around a week for her vagina to heal from the operation, he told the pair, and Gabrielle should return for a checkup once the healing was complete.
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When Gabrielle returned, Dr Hollins had her strip naked. Then he placed her on his examination table, her legs spread and strapped into stirrups. For good measure, he strapped her hands down too.
He smiled at her, and said, “Open your mouth.” She did – and he pressed a ball gag between her lips, strapping it into place. Her eyes widened, and she tried to ask him what he was doing, but only muffled, indistinct sounds were audible through the gag.
Then he stepped between her legs, unzipped his pants, and pushed his hard, erect cock slowly into her spread pussy.
She screamed into her gag – partly in surprise, but mostly in pain, as the implant detected the penetration of her pussy and began to repeatedly shock her. Her arms and legs flexed against the straps, trying to break free so that she could push Dr Hollins away from her – and immediately her pussy began to self-lubricate, making it easy for Hollins to continue to fuck his cock in and out of her.
“I know it hurts,” said Dr Hollins as he raped her. “The only thing more fun than raping the virginity out of a silly little slut is knowing that she’s in agony as you do it. But the best part is yet to come.”
He kept fucking her as she screamed and struggled, until he felt his own orgasm approaching. Sighing with happiness, he grabbed her tits and used them to pull his whole body tight against her, as he shuddered and ejaculated into her virgin cunt.
And as her implant detected the sperm in her pussy, and felt Dr Hollins pulling out, it gave her her reward – a sudden and overwhelming burst of happiness chemicals. Her body shook with an unexpected, powerful orgasm, and her face went slack as her brain was flooded with endorphins – and other, more powerful drugs.
She looked at him in mute astonishment, left stupid by the transition from agonising rape to sheer bliss.
“Good little slut,” said Dr Hollins. “Now, let’s get you tidied up so we can invite your father in. I think you’ll need appointments like this twice a week from now on, don’t you?”
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When Gabrielle was dressed, and her father was invited into the examination room, she clearly wanted to tell him that she had been raped – but whenever she tried to form a thought to discuss any aspect of sex or violation, her brain simply shut it down. The implant did its work, and Gabrielle was completely unable to communicate about sexual activity.
She also clearly didn’t want to come back twice a week for check-ups, but despite her violent objection to such a plan she was completely unable to say why, and her father quickly became frustrated by her “bratty behaviour”.
“Don’t worry, doctor,” he told Dr Hollins. “I’ll have her back to you twice every week, if I have to drag her here on a leash.”
“Excellent,” said Dr Hollins.
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In any case, Gabrielle’s objections didn’t last for more than a couple of weeks. On each visit, Dr Hollins raped Gabrielle, enjoying her cunt as she first screamed into her gag, then shuddered with orgasm and pleasure. After the first week, he didn’t even both to strap her down. Gabrielle had figured out she needed to scream quietly, because if anyone saw her being fucked she would be unable to explain that she hadn’t consented. She would struggle with Dr Hollins – just enough to lubricate her pussy – but he was always able to overcome her, pull off her clothes, and force his cock into her.
And after two weeks, Gabrielle realised that she was addicted. The drugs the implant gave her when she was raped were powerful, and with each raping she found herself thinking more and more in the days between check-ups about how good that release had been, and how much she needed to feel it again. Soon, rather than her father having to drag her to appointments, she was reminding her father that it was time to go back to Dr Hollins, and asking if she could have more frequent visits.
She hated it, of course – that she had become addicted to painful rape. But she couldn’t deny it.
“You know that you can get this feeling from other men,” Dr Hollins reminded her as he fucked her. “In fact, I think you probably should. After all, sooner or later I’m going to get you pregnant, and it won’t be acceptable for you to say that I’m the father. You should probably prepare a plausible story about being fucked by someone else, to establish the parenthood of your child.”
“But I can’t…” she paused, blushing. “I can’t ask for it. I can’t talk about… this. I can’t say I want it.”
“I know,” said Dr Hollins. “It’s a source of endless amusement. You can’t consent, you can’t say yes – but you also can’t say no, and can’t say stop. You’re just going to have to use your body language to get men to rape you, my dear.”
He suspected it would get easier for her over time. Once someone raped her, and found that it made her wet, and eventually made her cum, and that she wouldn’t complain about it to anyone, word would get around, and each man who she allowed to rape her without objection would just reinforce her reputation as a slut who liked it rough. If he didn’t impregnate her with a rape baby, someone else surely would.
But what he was really watching for, of course, was another kind of conditioning – one that she started to display with pleasing speed. On only the fourth week, he noticed that she was wet even before she started to struggle.
She had begun to associate both the violation of rape, and the specific electrical pain in her cunt, with sexual pleasure. The knowledge that she was about to be non-consensually fucked was making her aroused, and every shock to her twat was just making her hornier.
That was perfect. Because he wasn’t quite finished with her degradation yet.
Over the next few months, the implant inside her was slowly going to run out of its euphoria drugs, administering less and less with every orgasm, until finally it had none to give.
And Gabrielle was going to find out that she was now helplessly addicted to painful rape – but that if she wanted to cum from it, that was going to be all up to her.
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