Chipped 01

"No, as far as we can tell the O Detector works 100% of the time, Mr. Thompson," Gina Hansen told the angry man on the other end of the line. Then she listened patiently.

She was aware of a woman behind her, but had no impression that she should pay attention. After all, her job was to answer the phone.

"Let me make sure I have this straight, Mr. Thompson. You bought the O Detector because you were concerned that your girlfriend was faking her orgasms, yes?"

She waited for the answer, and then continued. "And she said she had an orgasm while you were going having sex with her, and the O Detector failed to detect it, and now you want your money back, is that right?"

Again, the pause.

"Has it occurred to you, Mr. Thompson, that you were right all along? It is the logical explanation isn't it? No Mr. Thompson, I have no idea how skilled you are with your dick. No, I didn't realize it was nine inches long, Mr. Thompson. Is there a chance your girlfriend doesn't realize that either? Well. Other women, always, really? None of them were faking it, you say? Were you using our device at that time? Oh, no, you weren't. Well, I'd be happy to look into it if you wish to give me the numbers of those women, so I can ask them if they - what's that, Mr. Thompson? Oh, that comment I made about your girlfriend not realizing? Well, you know that when men measure their own penises they are somehow 1.23 inches longer than when the same penises are measured by medical staff. I don't know how attractive the nurses are, Mr. Thompson, but they have to be more attractive than your hand, now don't they? Now about these alleged women that had these alleged orgasms - what's that Mr. Thompson? I don't think that's very nice language, not at all, no, I don't have to take that, Mr. Thompson, and may I suggest you pay some attention to the clit next time, rather than focusing on your alleged nine-inch -"

Gina sighed, and put the phone down. She felt like she was living in the wrong age. When phones had receivers, and cradles, and maybe even dials, you could put the receiver down onto the cradle with a satisfying chunk after someone hung up on you. But now there was little she could do. And Mr. Thompson had been so rude. There had been no reason to call her a bitch just because she used the word 'alleged.'

"Miss Hansen? Gina Hansen?" asked the woman behind her.

Gina turned to find none other than the famous Dr. Josephine Scheer standing behind her. "Dr. Scheer!" she exclaimed. What could the acclaimed researcher, the inventor of the amazing O Detector, want with her? Everyone knew her from her photographs, for her high-cheekboned, aristocratic face loomed in many of the conference rooms at Orgasma Incorporated, but for the most part the doctor stayed in the laboratory wing.

"You signed up to be an experimental subject," Dr. Scheer said. "And please, call me Jo."

"Jo!" Gina exclaimed. "Gina! Um, yes! Yes I did!"

"Come this way, then, Gina." Dr. Scheer pivoted, and for a moment her lab coat gaped enough that Gina suspected the woman she'd been told to call Jo was wearing nothing underneath it. Then Jo was walking away, her high-heels click-clacking on the polished floor.

Gina got up and followed. What else could she do. She was starting to have second thoughts about having signed up for experiments. It had seemed a good way to get an edge up on getting a job, and she'd been a bit desperate. Besides, how bad could it be, being experimented on at a sex research center. Sure, her boyfriend might have a few issues with it, but it seemed safe enough.

She caught up to Jo. "What kind of research is involved?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing harmful. Just a minor procedure. And you'll have to have a few orgasms. You don't mind that, do you?"

Gina shook her head. Having a big O on company time and getting paid for it? That worked. Then she realized Jo wasn't looking at her, so she said, "No, Ma'am. Um, do you need to know what normally gets me off? Because I -"

"Clitoral stimulation, preferable with sonic vibrations," Jo said. "We have a stimulator in the lab, and it's on the forms you filled out. In some ways, actually, it doesn't matter what you like at all."

Gina blinked. "It doesn't?"

"No."

"Oh. I had a boyfriend that said that once."

"Men suck sometimes."

"Not all men."

"Of course not," Jo said. "There is always the exception that proves the rule. What a stupid phrase that is. Exceptions disprove rules. To think otherwise is unscientific."

They walked through corridors until they reached a security gate, at which point Jo carded them through.

"Are you sure this is safe?" Gina said. "Whatever it is you're planning to do."

"Pretty sure," Jo said.

How not reassuring.

The corridors were spotless here. Jo led Gina to a laboratory, and gestured toward a large, raised chair. A young man, also in a lab coat, stood at the opposite corner of the room, and there were all sorts of odd devices scattered around. "Take your skirt and panties off, first. If you're wearing panties. I never do. Then sit in the chair."

"Maybe someone else -"

"You're going to enjoy this experience, Gina. And you'll get a bonus." Jo smiled at her. "Don't worry. I'm a licensed mad scientist. What could possibly go wrong?"

"Oh." Gina took off her skirt and panties, and sat down on the chair.

Jo gestured to the young man. "Prep her," she said.

Gah. It was one thing to be naked from the waist down in front of the great Dr. Scheer, one of the foremost mad scientists in the country, if not the world. But some nobody? That was humiliating.

The young man took out a straight razor. "Now then, sit very still."

Gina's eyes widened. She froze, and with quick, practiced skill, the man shaved a patch from her pussy hair. She had a nice landing strip, but it was quickly gone.

"I'm Arjun Patel," the man said. "What's your name?"

"Gina," she told him.

"Great. Antiseptic first, it's usually not too bad." He looked at her pussy with detachment as he wiped the area he had just shaved with a wipe, and then did the same with a second one.

"That tickles," she said, wanting some more human interaction.

"If you say so." He put some plastic over her pussy, and then got out a spray can. "This is a numbing spray, it's quite cold."

"Ugh."

He sprayed the spot, and it was all she could do to avoid jumping out of the chair.

"Now we just let that settle in for a few minutes," he said. "And Jo will be with you shortly!" He walked away, leaving Gina feeling ridiculous.

The door to the lab opened, but the laboratory worker that entered barely glanced at the bottomless woman. In a way, that was worse than being stared at.

"Patel!" yelled Jo across the room. "Get her a blindfold!"

"Oh, yeah," Arjun said, and hurried back. In a few moments, she could only see darkness.

She waited.

"Here I am," Jo said. "It's so much easier to work with people who have signed all the forms when they start. Do you feel that?"

"Feel what?"

Jo didn't answer for a moment, and then said, "A scalpel, cutting into your skin."

"What!?"

"All done now," Jo said. "Glad you didn't feel it." She removed the blindfold. "That was just so you couldn't see the knife and freak. Open your eyes, Gina."

Gina opened them and looked down. There was a little incision, that had been sutured shut, a couple of inches above her clit.

Jo handed her a sonic vibrator. "Would you like some porn?"

Gina shook her head. "Um, you expect me to, um, masturbate? In front of everyone?"

"Oh, I can close the lab off if that helps you. Patel, scoot! And lock the door."

"Sure, Jo," Arjun said. And then to Gina, as he headed out. "Didn't figure you for a shy one."

"Blindfold on or off?" Jo asked.

"You're going to be watching me?"

"For science!"

"Um, on please."

Gina took the vibrator from Jo, and waited until Jo had put the blindfold back on. For science, indeed. And more importantly, for pay and a bonus. She took a deep breath and imagined she was all alone, in her bed, as she spread the legs and applied the vibe to her clit, not even turning it on, at first.

She had no problem getting a little wet. In a way, having Jo watch her was sexy. She had a few exhibitionist fantasies. She imagined that Arjun was sneaking in to watch, and she got hornier. Maybe with a few friends. Fuck, she didn't want that, and yet her body did.

She turned the vibrator on and made it hum.

Shouldn't take long, at this rate. She pretended a bunch of people were watching, commenting. Placing side bets on whether she was a squirter, or how long it would take her. That sort of thing shouldn't do it for her, but it did. She was so fucking horny right now. She just had to forget she was in a lab, that's all. Forget that Jo didn't seem to be wearing anything under her labcoat... no, that was actually kind of sexy. Keep that. Imagine it was Jason Breen, the movie star, stroking her. Telling her he wanted to see her cum.

Cum for me, Gina. Cum for Jason. That's a good girl.

She wouldn't let most people call her a good girl, but Jason Breen could read his grocery list and it would probably be sexy. Sooooo close.

And close she remained. It seemed to go on forever, but she never quite got over the edge. It was amazing and frustrating all at once.

Her clit was actually getting sore from the rubbing, and she still couldn't cum.

"So," Jo said. "Would you like to cum, Gina?"

"Oh my god, what have you done to me?"

"I implanted a chip in you that regulates your orgasms. Right now, you can't cum, no matter what you do." Jo giggled.

"Th-that's evil!"

"I'm not all bad," Jo said. "I'm just a little unhinged. Would you like to cum?"

"God, yes."

"Give me the vibrator, Gina."

Gina held the vibrator out. "But -"

Jo plucked it from her hand, and she heard the sound of it being placed on a counter.

"Five, four, three, two..."

Gina tried to figure out why Jo was counting backward. All she knew is that her pussy was being deprived of the sensation it desperately needed, and she was so damn close.

"One, and cum."

All the pent-up frustration exploded at once. Gina felt her orgasm all the way down to her toes, which curled. Her legs kicked, her pussy clenched, her core shivered, her shoulders shuddered, and her mouth screamed.

"Lovely," Jo's voice was not entirely scientific.

"Oh my god," Gina said, catching her breath.

"Again," Jo said.

And on command, Gina came. It wasn't as powerful as the first, but it was a definite, pleasurable orgasm, sending flutters all up and down her spine.

A minute later, Jo said, "Again," and Gina came.

"How do you do that? Do you have me hypnotized or something?"

No answer. Gina came again, this time without Jo saying a thing.

The fifth time her core was beginning to ache, as if she'd done too many sit-ups.

The eighth time, Gina found her voice, and said, "No more."

"Really?" Jo asked.

"Well, maybe one."

"Of course. Happy to oblige."

Gina came again. "This time, for sure," she gasped.

"Aw," Jo said. "But very well. Patel! We're going to need to take the chip out."

"On my way," Peter replied, his voice a little fuzzy.

"I thought he was gone!" Gina said.

"That was the intercom," Jo told her. She took the blindfold off, and after a few blinks to adjust to the light, Gina could see again, in time to see Arjun come back into the lab.

The procedure was repeated. Antiseptic, numbing spray. This time, she watched as Jo cut the sutures and took out a small integrated circuit chip from her mound, and then sewed her back up again.

"It was a success," Jo said. "But you can go home now. Full pay for today, and there will be a little bonus. Are you interested in volunteering for future tests?"

"Um. Sure." Paid to have orgasms. She was in, even if it was almost too much. She took Jo's hand as the scientist pulled her to her feet.

Her legs wobbled.

"Careful walking. And driving. Make sure you have your feet under you." Jo grinned at her. "Want a kiss?"

"Um, sure."

Jo kissed her. "Such a good little lab rat," she murmured.

The woman's lips were soft and lovely. The words bounced around her head. They were difficult to correlate with the enthusiasm of the kiss.

"I'll see you again soon, Gina," Jo said.

Gina started walking toward the door.

"You might want to put your clothes on," Jo suggested. "Or take more off. But just walking around without pants is gauche."

Take more off. Right. Gina thought that she might be in a daze, but Jo had... well, a different perspective. She got her panties and skirt back on, and left the lab. She managed to make her way to her small car, parked in the company lot, with only a little trouble, and then sat in the driver's seat for fifteen minutes before she felt she could drive safely.

She had never had that many orgasms in her life, or even close, and she was having an emotional reaction. She felt a little bit in love with Jo, even though she was quite convinced she was only attracted to men. But no man had done that to her. Of course, she wasn't entirely certain how Jo had, either. Dr. Scheer, she reminded herself. Talking about the mad scientist who had taken Orgasma, Inc., to financial success with such familiarity could end up being very irritating to her colleagues, although it might be fun now and then, too.

The sales of Orgasma were going down, and the stock prices were falling with it. The latest version of the O Detector only slowed the skid. The fact was that there was only a limited market for detecting orgasms. After all, most people knew them when they had them. Sure, they provided a new kind of chastity device for people in certain sorts of relationships, or a way for wives to make sure that the marital bed was not being used when they were not present. But they had saturated the market.

The latest version was smaller than ever before. Where the O Detector 200 had fit inside a hollowed out paperback book, the 300 was barely a half inch square, and flat. But again, most people didn't care what size it was, unless they were trying to hide it, or wanted someone to wear it on their person.

Orgasma, Inc.'s most popular version was as a charm on a locking necklace.

Gina invested every spare dollar she had in Orgasma stock on margin. The device Jo had showed her was dynamite; it was just a question of when it hit the market. Orgasms on demand! Or denial, if that was your thing. She imagined a lot of women would be quite happy to just be able to push a button and cum whenever they wanted to, although maybe it had only worked because she was good and aroused first. Still, even if you still needed to do all the work, and the chip merely time-shifted orgasms, that should have a lot of appeal to some couples. She wished she knew more details, but she was sure it would be a success.

On the other hand, she was getting increasingly nervous when Orgasma didn't announce the chip as a product for sale. She was also getting bored. With fewer purchases, there were also fewer product complaints, and there was always a chance she would get laid off.

Then one day Jo stopped by Gina's desk. "Hi Gina."

A couple of co-workers looked up in surprise to see the famous Dr. Scheer talking to one of their own.

"Hi, Jo," Gina said, risking it and imagining the eyebrow raising it would cause.

"Wanna be a lab rat again," Jo asked, grinning.

"Like the last time?" Gina asked.

"A new product, incorporating some of the same features. We'd want you to commit to a one month trial. Bwahahaha."

"You didn't just say that."

"One month trial?"

"Bwahahaha."

Jo shook her head. "You're right. I didn't say that. So why are we talking about it when I could be using you as an experimental test subject? Bwahahaha."

"You did it again."

"Did what?"

So what am I trialing, exactly?"

Jo grinned. "It's a surprise! Bwahahaha! Don't you just love surprises."

Gina shrugged, and sighed. Her own financial success was now wrapped up in Jo's inventions. "Alright," she said. "I'm in."

She was once again whisked to the laboratory, prepped by the assistant Arjun, and a chip installed in her

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. This time, knowing the scalpel was coming, she opted out of the blindfold. It was kind of interesting to watch Jo work.

"We now regard the orgasm suppression part of the system to be completely tested," Jo shared. "In fact, we expect it to be announced shortly."

Gina breathed a sigh of relief. A new product, higher stock prices. "What about the on demand part?" she asked. There was surely a market for orgasm denial, but it was still a niche thing.

"Still working on some variations," Jo said. "That's where you come in. Mostly I was just sharing that we wouldn't have to make you masturbate again. As much fun as that was to watch! You were so frustrated!"

"Uh, yes," said Gina. "I definitely was."

"I'm afraid it wasn't quite orgasms on demand," Jo said. "As lovely as that would be. The person has to be aroused first."

Gina nodded. "I thought maybe that was true."

Jo patted her on the head. "Such a smart little lab rat. Anyway, our new chip enhances your arousal. It can't quite keep you in a constant state of being turned on, but close. Part of what we want to know is whether you'll get used to that, or not. And if you do, will it cause your arousal to subside, or what? Of course, psychological effects will matter, as well. Human sexual response is so varied, and we'll have to do hundreds of trials. But you're the first! Well, second."

"Second?"

"I've been using the new product for days. So far, so good! Oh Patel, we need you!"

"Again?" Arjun asked.

"Again! Again!" Jo cried.

Arjun walked over, and unzipped his pants.

"What the -" Gina asked.

"You'll see," Jo said. "This may be my best invention yet! Oh, Patel, you're not even hard yet."

"Jo," Arjun complained, as he stroked his soft dick. "You've had me cum four times already today."

It was barely eleven o'clock.

"Guys aren't built that way," Arjun said.

"They are now!" Jo said, a wild look in her eyes. "Besides, you're young. Part of why I hired you. But maybe you need a little visual stimulation."

"That would help," Arjun said.

Jo reached over and pressed a button on her computer. Gina half expected that it would make her orgasm, but it didn't. Instead, "Pour Some Sugar on Me" started playing on the loudspeakers.

Jo unzipped her lab coat, and let it drop to the floor. Beneath, she wore a lacy plunge bra, stockings, a garter belt, a G-string, and high heels. Gina stared, fascinated, as Jo swayed to the music.

Jo licked her lips, lecherously, and then twirled to shake her ass at Arjun and Gina. Then she undid the snaps on her bra. She turned again, holding it in front of her coyly.

Arjun's dick began to harden, Gina noticed out of the edge of her vision as she watched the dancing scientist. Gina was getting turned on, too, and she was pretty sure it wasn't just the chip.

"I'm so horny right now," Jo said, dropping the bra and revealing small but beautifully shaped breasts. "Dance with me, Gina."

Dance with her. Gina didn't know the first thing about dancing. But she stood, and let Jo unbutton her blouse to the music.

"Such beautiful, big breasts," Jo said, running her hands over them. "But that bra makes me sick!"

Gina blinked. One moment, Jo was dancing. The next, she grabbed the scalpel she'd been using earlier and held it in her hand with a crazy look on her face. Before Gina could react, Jo had tugged Gina's bra away from her chest and then sliced it clean through with the sharp knife.

What was left of the bra fell away from her breasts.

"Do you know how much that cost?" Gina said.

"Make an expense report!" Jo said. "Or as I like to call them, sexpense reports!" She winked broadly. "I pad mine."