Department Of Discipline And The Dcn

As Annie takes her seat in the center right of the front row, her boss Norman is left the only one still standing all the way on the far right end as he greets a man making his entrance walking up to the podium. He takes the floor, standing at the podium and placing a sheet of paper down. Behind him is a large mirror that takes up the whole wall, save for a space on the right with a door labeled "Testing." Norman takes a seat.

"Hello! Welcome, everybody." The man says as he opens up the projection screen in front of the podium. A stock photo of two smiling women in a sunny meadow appears. The BioCon logo is prominently visible at the top right corner. "My name is Jonathan McLeod. Let's just get this started. We at BioCon are ready to present to you, The Department of Discipline, our latest project that will allow you to maximize your productivity. I am going to show you the technology that will define the future of clitoral neutralization. No, you heard that right. I didn't say removal. Neutralization."

Annie picks up her notebook off of her pencil skirt and places it on the desk and begins taking notes along with the others. The wooden seat is cold and rough against the backs of her thighs.

"Current methods of clitoral management involve the restriction of blood flow, usually by engorging the clitoris and then tightly tying a very thin wire around the base."

The projection changes to a slide with two anatomical diagrams. One depicting the clitoris being suctioned and enlarged in a transparent tube. The wire is being tied by a pair of gloved hands. The second diagram shows the gloved hands snipping the wire, leaving a tight ring left strangling the bulging clitoris.

Annie briefly imagines the throbbing pain and then closes her thighs together tight.

"This is a simple, low maintenance method that has been in our culture and used to improve women's health for decades. It leaves them plenty of time to live their normal lives between two short and simple procedures performed by any general practitioner. However, certain radical groups are trying to portray this in a negative light. They compare it to the treatment of livestock, and even to the barbaric genital mutilation of infant boys that used to be common in this country. We know that this is making it harder for you to practice clitoral management, and the current social trends show this movement is growing. Thankfully, we have created a device that will achieve the results you are looking for with a much lighter PR profile."

The slide changes to a picture of an up close image of a woman's vulva, a metal object partially concealed inside of the lips. The object features a bright green light emitting near the front. Both lips are grasped by three of what look like metal binding clips. The woman's hands gracefully frame the scene with her fingers splayed out gently across her abdomen and thighs.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the deep clitoral neutralizer."

Charles, a man on Annie's immediate right, raises his hand up on his desk.

"Yes, Charles," the Jonathan says.

"Deep clitoral neutralizer? What makes it deep?"

"That's an excellent question." Jonathan presses a button and brings the slide back to the diagram of the strangled clitoris. "We all know the wire method is effective, but it actually leaves much of the clitoris intact and unaffected. The glans and hood of the clitoris here," he points at the bulging mass with a laser pointer, "cease to function from loss of blood flow and easily come off. However..."

The slide changes again to a diagram of the inner anatomy of the vaginal area.

"Most of the clitoris is located inside of a woman's genital area." The laser pointer lands on two wings connecting to the clitoral glans spread out on either side of the vulva. "It simply isn't feasible to remove on a large scale. That's where the neutralizer comes in."

The slide switches to the inner side of the device. It looks like the underside of an insect, with three legs on each side. Each leg has a pincer on the end. In the center are three jaws of a clamp arranged in a triangle with a pointed electrode in the center.

"Each leg grabs hold of the woman's labia and holds on tight. It positions the jaws and electrode over the external clitoris." The laser pointer moves over the electrode sitting inside of the 3 jaws. "This electrode here is capable of emitting multiple types of electro pulses. The first type of pulse simply stimulates the nerve endings of the clitoris, bringing about arousal. The clitoris naturally engorges and fits the glans more snugly inside of these three jaws. We have the time to orgasm down to 9.4 seconds on average, but the neutralizer can feel exactly when it starts."

Charles raises his hand again. "Orgasm?"

"Yes, the process does involve some initial pleasure, but don't worry. It is very short lived. Immediately upon the beginning of climax, the three jaws immediately bite down onto the tip of the clitoris, hard. It then pulls it tightly into the central electrode."

Annie's hand goes down protectively over herself.

"The electrode causing the orgasm?"

"Yes, but it is precisely at this moment that it changes mode. The pulse changes to a much stronger, much higher frequency setting with much more direct contact this time. It is no longer pleasurable. Instead, this setting sends sustained pulses directly into the clitoral glans that permeate deep into the other parts of the clitoris, damaging the nerve endings. After long and sustained application, they effectively neutralize the clitoris as an instigator of orgasm for several months."

"How long does the application last?"

"We've had the most general success leaving it on them for a week. We pause it for 30 minutes for 2 meals a day, as well as 9 hours for sleep and breakfast."

Norman speaks up, "Well, wow. This all sounds really impressive. What is your research in practice showing? Are the results as promising as you make them seem?"

"Yes, we have around 200 tests running at any given time, and our results have shown to be 99.7% effective on average. That remaining percent also showed psychological effects from the device that were almost as effective as the complete desired results."

"Meaning?"

"Orgasm is no longer appealing to them."

The room is sold on the idea. All that is left are questions.

Charles asks, "All of this with no visible tissue damage?"

"That's correct. We think you will have a much easier time practicing without the negative spin that can come from the full removal of a body part."

"How does it fight necrosis from occuring with those jaws clamped down on the clitoris for that long?"

"That's an important clarification to make. Each orgasm leads to 45 minutes of such stimulation. After 45 minutes, it releases the clitoris and stimulates a lot of blood flow back into the area for 5 minutes. Then it ramps up to another start of an orgasm, the clitoris is secured again, and the whole cycle repeats."

Normas asks, "Do you mind showing us the application process?"

"I'm delighted you asked! That is the next part of this presentation. We will be demonstrating the neutralizer on a live subject!"

Charles turns to Annie and chortles, "Uh oh, better run!" The room laughs. Annie forces a laugh with them and closes her legs even tighter. A hot pit of shame opens up in her chest and stomach.

Jonathan holds a button down on the podium and says, "Janice, please send them in."

A door to the right opens, and two women walk in. In front is a pantsless blindfolded young woman with her hands bound behind her back. Her girlish face is obscured by leather ear and eye coverings. Printed onto the sheer white t-shirt she is wearing, over the outline of her left breast, is the label 5040R. The bare skin of her puffy vulva is bright red, looking as if shaved and waxed minutes ago.

The woman leading her from behind is wearing a long lab coat, her wavy black hair tied back into a pony tail. Her dark red lipstick hits a hard contrast with her fair skin. She briefly gives a half-effort smile at the panel before her face resumes a complete lack of expression.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Dr. Kellen. She is one of our leading directors of technology here. With her is 5040R. She can't see or hear anything around her."

Dr. Kellen utters a quick "Hello," as she reaches into her pocket. She pulls out a small handful of metal in the shape of an almond and places it on her outstretched palm for the panel to see.

Jonathan says, "Ladies and gentlemen, here it is in person. The deep clitoral neutralizer."

The ball of metal comes alive in Dr. Kellen's hand. First, its legs emerge and lift its body up on all six. Then it shifts its body around, as if surveying the room.

Dr. Kellen walks up to the panel, leaving the young woman quivering up front. As Dr. Kellen nears Annie, the neutralizer shifts and points right at her. A pair of wings lifts up off its back and begin beating heavily, the drone filling the room.

Charles laughs and says, "Uh oh, Annie, you might want to have picked something different to wear today!" and everyone laughs again. Annie looks at her own reflection in the big mirror in front of them, gazing up her own skirt, between her red tights, at the vague, barely visible shape of her black cotton panties. The body part concealed underneath them suddenly feels extremely vulnerable, and her hand pushes into the stretchy fabric of her skirt and grasps her vulnerability tight. The pit of shame in her chest and stomach grows hotter.

"Again, there is no need to worry," Jonathan says as the chuckles die down. "We are working on the neutralizer's ability to self-mobilize, but that work still has a ways to go. You are safe for now!" Dr. Kellen presses her hand down over the neutralizer's wings and repositions them down.

"Self mobility?" Norman says. "That's amazing. Why haven't you mentioned this yet?"

"That part of this project has a lot more development to do, and we would rather not speak on it at this time. Expect to hear more about it in the future!"

He turns back towards the woman still standing in the front, her bare private area visible and presented to a row of suits and skirts. Her whole body is blushing.

"Although..." Jonathan continues, giving an eye signal to Dr. Kellen, "I suppose we can show you some stuff off the record."

Dr. Kellen bends down and places the neutralizer in front of the woman's bare feet. It stands up on its 6 legs again, and immediately points its front end at its target. Its wings retract and begin their drone once again. It briefly makes it off the ground, gusts of air caressing Annie's ankles. The room gasps, and Jonathan gives a smirk of self approval. The exposed woman shrieks and shuts her legs tight. The neutralizer falls back to the ground, wings continuing to beat.

"For now," Jonathan says, "application of the neutralizer is done by simply placing it near the site of attachment. It will take care of the rest."

Dr. Kellen pushes the neutralizer's wings down again and picks it up with her fingers around its back. Immediately, its legs stretch out eagerly towards the exposed woman's thighs and crotch. The pincers on each foot spread open and close repeatedly, eager to grab something. She continues holding her legs together tightly, her thighs, calves, and ankles pressing into each other as hard as they can.

Dr. Kellen places the device right above the woman's trembling knees, and the neutralizer's legs immediately grasp the skin of her thighs and climbs off of Dr. Kellen's outstretched hand. She begins a slow whimper, her trembling increasing in intensity as the neutralizer's claws grip onto her skin. She presses her thighs together as tight as she seemingly can as its front legs detach from her outer thighs and wedge themselves between them. This is followed by a yelp, then by the second pair of legs disappearing between her thighs, and then the third. The body of the neutralizer buries itself between her closed legs and goes completely out of sight.

"First, the neutralizer is making its way up the thighs to the vulva in order to grab onto her labia. It knows right where to go." The woman begins to squirm, wiggling as she frantically grinds her thighs together. "It is programmed to combat resistance very effectively. By this point, it is already over."

The woman's face turns to a pace of pure panic, and then two metal claws emerge from the point where her inner thighs meet her vulva. The claws turn upward and grab onto each labia. Her panicked expression adds a scrunch of pain and discomfort.

"Right now the neutralizers other legs are still attached to the inside of her thighs. The front pair grab the labia first, and then the second, and then the third." The woman's expression of pain and discomfort increases twice. The legs of the neutralizer retract back into the body, pulling her labia tight into its body. A purple light on the head of the neutralizer blinks brightly.

"At this point, we can remove her handcuffs." Dr. Kellen walks behind her and begins to do so. "The neutralizer is securely attached, and it will not let go of its target. It can detect attempts at removal. Dr. Kellen, if you will..."

Dr. Kellen returns to the front of the woman, whose hands are rigidly hovering on either side of her hips. Dr. Kellen reaches into her crotch, grabs hold of the device, and pulls. The woman's face shifts into a silent scream as Dr. Kellen repeatedly tugs and twists it. "When not facing resistance, the neutralizer's grip on the labia remains just strong enough to keep itself squarely in place. However, when attempting to be removed, it will grab on tight and will not relinquish." Dr. Kellen gives one hard, long pull out and up, lifting the suffering woman onto her toes. A suppressed cry softly squeaks out of her widened mouth. Dr. Kellen releases her, letting her back down onto her feet as she hangs her head. Annie thinks she sees Dr. Kellen smirk for a second before her face goes blank again.

The light changes from blinking purple to blinking yellow.

"The neutralizer is positioning its inner instruments around her clitoris. It won't be long before it gets to work."

The light switches to a deep red color. The woman's expression lightens up, and then softens. Her lips purse together tightly. Her breaths become deep and slow. She leans into her heels and curls her toes under her feet. Her legs tremble even more. She shudders out a low sustained moan, gradually crescendoing.

"Should be any second now..."

The moan finishes crescendoing into a cry of ecstasy. The moment is shorter than a second as the light switches to blue and the ecstatic cry changes to one of bewildered pain and desperation. Her hands dart between her thighs and grasp her hurt. As she reels and bends over, her white shirt hangs loosely off of her shaking body. The woeful cry continues.

"The orgasm sequence is complete, and the neutralizer has secured her clitoris in its jaws. Normally, the second mode of harder electro pulses begins here, but for the first cycle, it simply turns the electrode off as it bites down at the start of orgasm. This gives it some time to do an initial read of the inner tissue."

The woman lets out a low whine, still cradling herself, wobbling on her shaky legs. Her buckled knees collapse to the floor where they remain as she continues holding herself, crying the same sustained word over and over, rocking back and forth. "Oww! Oww! Ohohowww... Owww!" The bright blue light dimly flashes through the flesh and bone of her clutching hand.

The light changes from blue to green, and the crying catapults to a horrible screaming. It is guttural, primal, and deafening.

Shouting over the screaming, Jonathan proudly motions at her convulsing body and says, "And there it is, the neutralization process has begun! After about a week, her clitoris will no longer be a concern!"

Her horrible crying continues, and Annie can't look away as she watches her sobbing on her knees, head hanging down as she futilely grasps at the device biting down on her most sensitive area, brutally torturing her womanhood.

Charles waves a hand and shouts, "This is amazing, but can we please do something about the noise? It's starting to give me a headache."

"Of course!" Jonathan says. "Dr. Kellen, would you kindly lead our subject into the testing chamber so she can join the rest?"

Dr. Kellen walks up to the crying mess of a girl on the floor, reaches between her legs, and grabs hold of the device. The screaming dies back down to crying.

"The outer shell of the neutralizer can recognize Dr. Kellen's fingerprints. When it is in her hand, the electro pulses lower their intensity enough for patients to walk during transport."

Dr. Kellen pulls on the device and lifts her back up onto her feet. Keeping it in her hand, she begins leading her towards the door on the right labeled "Testing". Crying and sobbing, she waddles with Dr. Kellen's lead.

They reach the door and Dr. Kellen presses a button. It slides open, and from the darkness inside comes a flood of screams. Hundreds of women screaming in agony, an audible barrage of uniquely female suffering. It envelops that of the one they can see as she disappears into the darkness with Dr. Kellen. All that is left visible are rows of many blinking green lights in the distance. The door automatically slides shut behind them, leaving the room completely silent.

Annie looks down and sees her hand clutching her own privates through the fabric of her skirt, tightly. She doesn't know how long she's been doing it. The hot pit of shame has sunk deeper than her stomach and is now throbbing inside her palm. Then, to her horror, she sees Charles looking at her. He laughs.

"Annie, are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm..." She tries to think of some words to put out. "I'm okay. I need to go to the bathroom. Is there one nearby?"

Jonathan gestures to the back of the room. "Yes, there is one right back here for you!"

Annie jumps out of her seat and shuffles back towards the door, desperate to get everyone's eyes off of her. Getting closer and closer, she can't wait to be inside. She pulls it open, swings it back shut behind her, and then quickly locks it.

The screaming and crying of the woman continues to loop in Annie's mind. She sweats and paces around the room, trying to get it out, but it continues to torment her. She vividly feels the clamps grabbing hold of her labia and the teeth biting down on her clitoris. She gets her knees down on the cold bathroom floor and frantically pulls her skirt down and looks at her own womanhood, as if to try and reaffirm her own safety. Her hand cups the outside, then slips a finger in to brush against her clitoris. The sense of touch is electric all over, running down her thighs to her feet, and up through her abdomen to her nipples. Her eyes tear up and her lower lip quivers. She touches it again, and then repeats the gentle motion and lets the feeling grow. It won't be long now.

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Norman knows most of the room was sold on the neutralizer early on, hook line and sinker. Even he had made up his mind pretty quickly. At this point, the meeting was purely informational.

"We're almost done here, everybody," says Jonathan. "Let's just take a quick look at a subject that has finished treatment. Let's take a look at subjects 3701B and 2960N who respectively just finished yesterday and a week ago."

The door that the first woman came through opens again, making way for two women to be walked through this time. They are also pantsless, their codes on their shirts. They are led from behind by a gruff looking male security guard. Their eyes and ears are uncovered. The face of the one who finished yesterday seems expressionless at first, but upon further instruction there is a hint of shock. Looking at her external genitals, Norman sees a very swollen vulva with an even more swollen clitoris poking through the middle. It is bruised dark purple.