As I closed out my report for the previous week, I heard my partner Brian finishing up his last call of the day. “ ... and make sure your problem daughter is wearing a skirt or dress when we arrive at four tomorrow. Hide all her pants and panties tonight. I’m sure your replacement will make you MUCH happier. She’s very submissive and bisexual, so she’ll be happy to entertain both you and your wife. Thanks again for your business.”

As he got ready to go home he said, “Have a good night, Frank. I’ll see you at 9:30 for the Jacobson exchange.”

“You too, See you then.”

It was pretty busy, so I hadn’t gotten a chance to bust a nut since I left home in the morning. I decided to do a little of the fun kind of overtime. I checked the list of current inmates and found one that might be exciting.

Her file read:
Lenora Tompkins
Age 18
Blonde, blue eyes
Non-virgin
Training objectives: enjoy oral sex, enjoy smoking cigarettes, enjoy anal sex

Her future father must have a smoking fetish. I didn’t like the smell of cigarettes, but we accommodated customers with all kinds of desires. I went to her room and matched my controller to her ID number. I pondered the wonder that was the electronic control egg. I thought it was one of the best inventions in history. It was easy to insert a control egg into a female delinquent’s vagina, and it would automatically anchor itself deep inside. There was also a version that attached to the back of the neck for virgin girls or males, but it was unattractive and a bit less effective.

The eggs could cause a feeling of stronger pleasure than a good orgasm, or even most drugs. If the subject didn’t comply, they could also cause enough pain to drive a person to suicide, if the extreme pain would even allow them to move.

A lot of the other officers just used their controllers crudely and simply, with the basic method of “Being bad - turn up the pain, being good - turn on some pleasure.”

I had brains and patience, and kept my controller in my pocket so they couldn’t see my adjustments. Most of the inmates I knew liked me. The rest thought they were in love with me.

I saw that Lenora’s dinner would be on the way soon, and had it delayed an hour. I adjusted her setting from “0 - Normal” to “2 - Irritation”. I stood outside and watched through the view port, as she scratched the back of her hand and stood up. I quietly waited five minutes, as she paced around the room, rubbing her knees and elbows trying to relieve the itching and mild joint pain her egg caused her. With that low of a setting, she probably wouldn’t suspect the egg was doing it.

I turned it back down to “1 - Mild discomfort” as I unlocked her door, then to “A - Anticipating pleasure”, as I walked in.

I told her, “I’m Officer Frank. Have a seat. I heard you like root beer?” I set a small hard candy on the table in front of her and subtly turned the dial to “B - Mild happiness”.

“Thanks. Why are you here?” She unwrapped the candy and put it in her mouth.

“I see from the record you need to like oral sex, anal, and smoking before we can turn you over to your new family. I’d like you to practice smoking, then give me a blowjob. I’ll give you some more candy and check on why your dinner is late when we’re done.”

I turned her to “C - happy” as I placed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter on the table.

“You’re a lot nicer than the other guards, but I don’t really want to smoke. It just tastes and smells so bad!”

I took one of the long white cigarettes out and handed it to her, as I turned her up to “D - Joy and beginning arousal”.

“Just give it a try again, please?”

She smiled and replied, “Oh, ok I guess.”