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from the ceiling like the girl on the Veraceo video
shoot.
“If you want to get up
onto the table,” the doctor said. “Face down.”
Brian obliged, climbing
awkwardly onto the table and feeling the gown open to show his bare
ass. The nurse placed a towel over his butt and began preparing a
syringe. The moment he saw the syringe with its plunger he imagined
the nurse sitting on a chair with her legs spread, ready for him to
penetrate with a grotesquely large syringe. He imagined her moaning
as he pressed the plunger, pulling it back and pumping again,
pumping her pussy with a man-sized surgical plunger as she rocked
her head back and squeezed her own breasts.
“I’m just going to
administer a local,” the doctor said. “It might sting for a few
seconds.”
It did sting. Right
between the shoulder blades as the needle was pressed between the
bones of his spine. It should be uncomfortable. It should be
miserable. Yet all he could think of was seeing the nurse’s scrubs
torn open to reveal her big swollen tits. He imagined her tied up
with surgical rubber, he imagined latex tubing pushed in her
asshole, a catheterised urethra and her vagina held open with a
speculum.
What the hell was wrong
with him?
This wasn’t right.
Where was this
overloading of sexual stimulation coming from?
----- Chapter Three -----
“Veraceo-Two is more
intense than the original, A lot more intense.” Barry had taken
Brian to the King Edward Hotel to catch up. He was finding Brian
more relaxed than he’d had seen him in a long time. He was
placated. Whatever reservations he had about making pornography had
been swept aside. “It’s amazing,” he said. “This is something
really special.”
Barry smiled. “I’m
looking forward to trying it.”
“I would wait until I
have a chance to tame it,” Brian said. “It’s good but it’s
unpleasant. In fact, it’s a real kick in the balls and it put me in
hospital. There’s something about it, somehow the combination of
sex with violence created an incredible mental and physical
experience. It was as though I was physically living what I saw on
screen. It was felt, physically and emotionally by us as viewers.
What I learned is the strength of the signal needs to be dynamic.
When the visuals are violent without the eroticism to balance it
you feel the pain; when that happens the signal strength needs
reducing. It’s strange, it’s the most uncomfortable sexual
experience you’ll ever have. You could torture somebody with it if
used for evil, you could actively push somebody into serious
physical distress. But this now goes way beyond advertising or ways
to shape the thinking of the viewer. This opens a whole new
spectrum of opportunities. There are avenues of research in mental
health, in neurological research and medicine in general.”
“So what’s next?”
"Control. I need to
make the Veraceo-Two signal work the way we want, so it doesn’t
hurt to watch. I need to find a way to raise or lower the intensity
of the signal to match the content.” Brian held up his glass to the
barman and raised a finger to order another drink. He slouched
lower into the chair, grinning. He looked like he was glowing.
Youthful and energised. “In Pittsburgh,” he continued, “the women
are working with the psychologist on perfecting the content.
They’re shooting variants and shipping me the test tapes. One of
the interesting things we discovered so far is the signal works
best when the image is made up from the colour orange through to
deep red. The psychologist says they’ve done tests that prove
orange is the most oppressive colour to prisoners. I guess it
stimulates our brains in a fundamental way… It’s exciting… What I
find thrilling is the very nature of how this extends the cathode
ray tube. The image on a television screen isn’t really there. It
is made up of electrons hitting the phosphor on the back of the
tube to make those particles resonate. Television is a
shoot.
“If you want to get up
onto the table,” the doctor said. “Face down.”
Brian obliged, climbing
awkwardly onto the table and feeling the gown open to show his bare
ass. The nurse placed a towel over his butt and began preparing a
syringe. The moment he saw the syringe with its plunger he imagined
the nurse sitting on a chair with her legs spread, ready for him to
penetrate with a grotesquely large syringe. He imagined her moaning
as he pressed the plunger, pulling it back and pumping again,
pumping her pussy with a man-sized surgical plunger as she rocked
her head back and squeezed her own breasts.
“I’m just going to
administer a local,” the doctor said. “It might sting for a few
seconds.”
It did sting. Right
between the shoulder blades as the needle was pressed between the
bones of his spine. It should be uncomfortable. It should be
miserable. Yet all he could think of was seeing the nurse’s scrubs
torn open to reveal her big swollen tits. He imagined her tied up
with surgical rubber, he imagined latex tubing pushed in her
asshole, a catheterised urethra and her vagina held open with a
speculum.
What the hell was wrong
with him?
This wasn’t right.
Where was this
overloading of sexual stimulation coming from?
----- Chapter Three -----
“Veraceo-Two is more
intense than the original, A lot more intense.” Barry had taken
Brian to the King Edward Hotel to catch up. He was finding Brian
more relaxed than he’d had seen him in a long time. He was
placated. Whatever reservations he had about making pornography had
been swept aside. “It’s amazing,” he said. “This is something
really special.”
Barry smiled. “I’m
looking forward to trying it.”
“I would wait until I
have a chance to tame it,” Brian said. “It’s good but it’s
unpleasant. In fact, it’s a real kick in the balls and it put me in
hospital. There’s something about it, somehow the combination of
sex with violence created an incredible mental and physical
experience. It was as though I was physically living what I saw on
screen. It was felt, physically and emotionally by us as viewers.
What I learned is the strength of the signal needs to be dynamic.
When the visuals are violent without the eroticism to balance it
you feel the pain; when that happens the signal strength needs
reducing. It’s strange, it’s the most uncomfortable sexual
experience you’ll ever have. You could torture somebody with it if
used for evil, you could actively push somebody into serious
physical distress. But this now goes way beyond advertising or ways
to shape the thinking of the viewer. This opens a whole new
spectrum of opportunities. There are avenues of research in mental
health, in neurological research and medicine in general.”
“So what’s next?”
"Control. I need to
make the Veraceo-Two signal work the way we want, so it doesn’t
hurt to watch. I need to find a way to raise or lower the intensity
of the signal to match the content.” Brian held up his glass to the
barman and raised a finger to order another drink. He slouched
lower into the chair, grinning. He looked like he was glowing.
Youthful and energised. “In Pittsburgh,” he continued, “the women
are working with the psychologist on perfecting the content.
They’re shooting variants and shipping me the test tapes. One of
the interesting things we discovered so far is the signal works
best when the image is made up from the colour orange through to
deep red. The psychologist says they’ve done tests that prove
orange is the most oppressive colour to prisoners. I guess it
stimulates our brains in a fundamental way… It’s exciting… What I
find thrilling is the very nature of how this extends the cathode
ray tube. The image on a television screen isn’t really there. It
is made up of electrons hitting the phosphor on the back of the
tube to make those particles resonate. Television is a
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