...Punishment shocks!

All of the girls shift uncertainly on their knees. They look at you apprehensively. Some clasp their arms obediently behind their backs. Others grip the desk next to them in fear. Still others are too terrified to move. Somehow you know everything each girl must be thinking. How many times had you been subjected to the punishing effects of one of these controllers?

You flip the switch!

Crack!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

A blasting crackle of electricity resounds across the room as 15 clitoral augments fire punishment shocks in unison. Most of the girls go rigid with pained expressions on their faces. You know from experience that the blast you sent, despite being brief, is enough to knock the wind out of even the most undisciplined girl. A few girls collapse to the floor and hold their tender nether regions, but most manage to maintain their stance awkwardly on their knees. Their winced faces are the only thing betraying the pain and fear that is likely filling within them.

You know some of them have probably been augmented like you and had the number of nerve endings within their clits cloned. The punishment shock at your command would have fired from the augment buried within each of their clits resulting in a rapid pain. Impossible to avoid. Impossible to relieve. The fact that none of them attempted to flee was a testament to either their training... or their fear.

"Heeeh... Heeeh... Heeeh..."

A nearby girl's ragged breathing cuts through the silence of the air. Her breasts, although a modest B-cup, heave with effort as she sucks air down between her perfect lips. She remains kneeling as a perfect submissive, but closer inspection shows a glare within her eyes. You know that look. It is the look of insubordination. No... of insurrection slowly building within her delicate little frame.