The Abstinence of Jenna (old) 1-6

Summary: Jenna is a young girl living in a dystopian world where girls like her are forbidden from masturbating or touching themselves in any way. Not only that, but the religious values of the Church have taken over the role of the State. Forced by her parents to enroll in the New Youth Developmental Initiative, or NYDI program for short, she must now learn to suppress the sin of her own desires. Under the threat of being locked in a chastity belt, and with her ability to climax sealed away, will she have the willpower to do what it takes to survive?

Notes: A/N: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are actors over the legal age of consent. The author does not condone the events of the story in real life.

April 18, 2024 This version of the story has been discontinued. A newer and more current version is available here. https://archiveofourown.org/works/55305820/chapters/140304151

Chapter 1 Chapter Text Prologue

In the late 21st century, a rising decline in social order spread like a cancer through the world. Driven by the mass hysteria of hedonism at the time, crime and every other form of perversion flowed like rivers of pollutants until country after country was swallowed up in its grasp. Just as the light of civilization seemed about to fall however, a new world order rose to fight for a return to the old ways of life.

In a country known then as the Unified States of North Columbia, a new political group arose seeking to right the wrongs of the world. Naming themselves after the forefathers of their history, they waged a holy war against the evils of the world. In this fight, they were not alone. Inspired by their bravery, legions flocked to their cause to establish a new era of lawfulness and order.

Now, three decades later, as the year crosses into the 22nd century and the Neo-Puritan Party gathers once more for their 38th congress of victory, there is hope for the world once more. The introduction of the Purity Bills, laws that made illegal the degeneracy of the century past saw crowds of millions turn out to voice their support. Standing there in the great hall of the capitol of old, senator after senator pledged their vote to wipe clean a new slate for the century to come. With the sins of the devil beaten back once more, a great cheer rises over the crowd as a milestone of progress is set upright over a future bright forevermore.

Chapter 1

For Jenna Whitworth, things could not have been worse.

As far as she knew, she was the youngest girl in her neighborhood to be enrolled in the New Youth Developmental Initiative, or NYDI program for short. Given the position her father held in the Public Guard, she always knew it was inevitable though she never thought it would be so soon. It was about time she grew up, her parents told her, especially now that she was about to enter her first year of intermediate school as well. As a daughter of a public official she knew she had no choice. The earlier she started, her parents told her, the more effective the program would be.

Introduced by the Purity Bills some time ago, the NYDI program was a series of federally sponsored social projects proposed by the government for the youth. With the idea that the future of tomorrow depended on the students of today, many ideas were created to monitor the lives of developing teens so they grew up the right way. To mold them into the perfect citizen, NYDI teens were given special tutoring with extracurricular activities and lessons provided as well after school. In return, they were held to a higher standard in their public and private life. Encouraged to stand out from their peers, they would be pushed to go above and beyond as role models for the future to come.

Of course, that was the surface level idea. In reality, many other things were required to implement the program in the correct way. As delinquency was a common problem in the century past, NYDI teens were placed under the strictest of rules. Every aspect of their lives from academic performance to career interests were recorded and even things such as the types of clothes they were allowed to wear was accounted for. Needless to say, standard uniforms quickly saw a comeback in the dress code of many schools across the country.

Perhaps the biggest concern of all however was the sexual development of the teens as their bodies began to enter the early stages of puberty. As typically this was the period where most delinquent behavior starts to appear, extreme focus was placed on controlling the negative influences of sex upon the youth. While the degree of control varied between states, almost all masturbation was made universally forbidden with all pre-marital intercourse banned as well. Orgasms in the form of sexual release were likewise restricted for all minors under the age of twenty-one being permitted only as a reward for good behavior. Even then, the fear of moral corruption was so great that further restrictions were even possible on top of that. Seen as less addictive and harmful, controlled releases then became the only way for a NYDI teen to receive any relief at all when it was permitted. Primarily, this would take place as a prostate milking for males and a ruined orgasm for females.

Complementing this were the various punishments for failing to obey the rules of the program. To enforce a high standard of morality, shame was used to teach and emphasize the idea of sin. Forced nudity and exposure quickly became a common punishment along with spankings and stimulation without release as well. With long periods of denial and forced chastity in between, very soon the program saw up to a ninety percent drop in juvenile crime with teenage delinquency all but disappearing as the country fell in line.

For a normal teen living in this time, life was a constant cycle of punishment and correction as they learned the difference between right and wrong. With the Party in power for well over three decades now, that type of world would be all they knew. For Jenna however, things were a little bit different. Even if she did end up being enrolled in the NYDI program, she understood better than most what it would be like. After all, things hadn’t always been this way though she was perhaps one of the only few who knew.

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For as long as Jenna could remember, the Party had existed.

Even when her parents were children themselves the Party had been around though things used to be different than the way they were now. She didn’t remember herself of course on account of not being alive at the time but there were still books around from before. They were a rare find now days, illegal as well but she had found a few once hidden in the attic of an abandoned house on the outskirts of town. The covers were half burned, consequences of the war from the century before but the pages inside were almost like new. With how long they must have been sitting there though, it was a miracle they were still there at all.

Restraint had never been her strongest virtue but even back then, her first instinct upon seeing the old leatherbound volumes where they had been hidden was still to call the police. With the law making it a crime to possess old non-sanctioned books like these, there would have been a hefty reward for her had she chose to do so as well. For an adult, it wouldn’t have been very much but for a girl her age, it was quite the amount of change. Plus, it was dangerous if she didn’t and it made no sense for her to keep them for herself. There was always the chance that somebody could report her and then she could end up in jail. Given the many propaganda stories that came out from what life was like inside, she didn’t think she could survive. Thus, it was only by pure chance that as she crept forward to bundle the books up, the cover of the first one caught her eye. Had she ignored it like a proper citizen, the tale of her story might have ended right then and there.

History of the 21st Century: Rise and Fall of the Empire of Columbia

Printed on the cover a flag lay crumpled upon the ground with muddy gashes and bullet holes torn across its faded stars and red stripes. Stepping closer, Jenna bent down to pick it up, curiosity rising in her mind. It was a sin to give in to temptation, she knew, but that just made it all the harder to resist. Besides, with her school’s report card placing her in the bottom percentile when tested for female obedience and submissiveness, she was perhaps the worst possible person in the world to stumble across an illegal book from the century before. Her school counselors had said about as much to her parents in this regard.

Jenna was a good girl, they told her parents in more than one parent-teacher meeting before, she just needed to learn how to bend a little more before the rules and act like a girl instead of a boy. Still in lower school at that time, Jenna could only sulk in silence as she sat across the table besides her parents. As much as she had wanted to say something, she knew what would happen if she tried. Even at that age, she already had more than enough experience bending in class, as the counselor had called it, to recognize when she should let something go. Bend, but never break, thought Jenna, the irony of which wasn’t lost on her at all later that evening as she was forced to do it once more. Standing in the living room with her face in the cushions and her bottom bent over the arm of the couch, she waited for her father to finish his lecture directed to her freshly reddened cheeks from behind. As he began to wind down, she counted down the number of seconds she had left before she could draw her pajamas back over her naked bottom on display.

“…And remember, love the Lord with all your heart”, he said, “And do your homework, and your chores…”

“…Brush your teeth before bed, remember to say your prayers”, mumbled Jenna, “Keep yourself pure. Submit to your husband as you would the Lord…”

It was perhaps the hundredth time she had heard the lecture and by now she had pretty much memorized it word for word. Being a strict man, her father also had a tendency to stick to a schedule even during his lectures. Laying there and wishing she could reach back to rub her hurting rear, Jenna rolled her eyes and buried her face further into the cushions so her father couldn’t see. Already, her mind was already elsewhere though it wasn’t as if it mattered considering that even after a hundred times the lecture still made about as much sense to her as the counselor meeting that resulted in it in the first place. She didn’t even have a husband yet. Better yet, where was she even going to find one? She wasn’t even in upper school yet and even the thought of holding hands with a boy let alone kissing one sounded like the worst thing in the world.

As her father began to drone on about the purity of the country, she started to wonder if there would ever be an end. There must be more to life than just getting married like that, she thought. Of course, when she finally turned around to ask, the only response she got was another round across her bottom for not paying attention. Bend but never break, she thought to herself again as she fought against the aching pain in her rear though more out of frustration than anything else. At that time though, with most of her life still in the hands of her parents, under the law there was little else she could do.

It wouldn’t be until she was a little older and in her second year of intermediate school that Jenna started to realize how much of that statement was true. Standing there in the attic surrounded by the scattered remains of dust and debris, she had thought for some time uncertain of what to do. With the sun still high in the sky though on a Saturday noon, she had all the time in the world to decide. On one hand, a full year of pocket money awaited her if she turned the books in in. On the other hand, nobody would have to know if she opened them up first to see what was inside. At any rate, she could always turn them in afterwards and the police would be none the wiser.

It was a once in a lifetime opportunity after all and it wasn’t as if she was going to read them for what they were. It would only be a quick peek to see what was inside. Picking up the first one with the flag on the cover, she sat down and opened it on the floor. One minute, maybe two and then it’ll be down to the police station for her year’s allowance. Of course, shortly after that it would be to the stores. With her heart beating in her chest, she turned to the first page and began to read. Given the illegal nature of what she was doing however, it was rather anticlimactic when less than a minute later, she gave up closing her as she sighed.

Chapter 1: Pitfalls of the Postmodern School of Thought

In the early 21st century, large advancements in technology and science brought about a new paradigm of change in how societies of the time viewed the world. Most radical of these was the adoption of the postmodernist school of thought and the abandonment of traditional Morality as used by the scholars of the 20th century before. Similar to the evolution of other human values, such things were reconstructed by the so called experts of that time to become something new. No longer seen as the will of the Lord, values became nothing more than Social Constructs defined by man instead…

From the title, she should have known it was that type of book. Even after a minute her head was already starting to hurt and it didn’t get any better on the second page. The text itself didn’t help much with the book was written in the Old English of the century before. While in theory Old English was still in use with the constitution written still in it, the language was all but dead now with most people preferring to use Neo-English, the language of the Party instead. Even if she could stumble her way between the words, it still took her more than a few tries to make it even halfway down the page.

Sitting there holding up the thick volume, Jenna was almost reminded of Mrs. Hartford in her English class back at school.

“I before E except after C“, she constantly sang as she paraded between the desks, “This is the most important lesson you’ll ever learn in your entire life so pay attention and no slouching. They’re, their, there, as in that corner over there is where you’ll be standing Jenna Whitworth if you don’t sit up and start pay attention”

“Past, present, or how about future?”, said Jenna.

“All of them at once”, snapped Mrs. Hartford, “And a thrashing too. Front of the class, skirt up and panties down or it’ll be future continuous to boot”

In hindsight, that had apparently not been the right answer though Jenna had to admit to herself that even if she had the ability to go back in time, she would have done it again. Afterwards though, as she stood bent over with her panties around her knees, the joke didn’t sound as funny as it was in her head. It got even less funny when Mrs. Hartford with her nonexistent sense of humor got the punishment plug out of its drawer. Even for Jenna, it was one thing to be spanked in front of her classmates but it was another to have to spread her cheeks with her most private parts on display. Standing in the corner with her skirt tucked up and her panties around her knees, she was then forced to show off the plug in her backdoor for the rest of the day.

…By the middle of the 21st century, the issue of moral nihilism had grown to encompass every aspect of society across the world. With the word of law no longer seen as real, for whatever real was as defined by the postmodern philosophers of the time, there was no longer a tangible way of maintaining the global trade sustaining the systems of old. In the collapse a decade after, chaos erupted as the people arose…

It was just one of the many misfortunes whose consequences Jenna had long learned to endure due to her loud mouth and spirited soul. Perhaps that was the point though since it wasn’t as if there was anything else she could do besides just that. Well, anything besides be a pure goody two shoes maiden for a charming prince to claim as his own. That was what the Party wanted for her in the NYDI program after all. Skipping a few lines in between, Jenna turned the page and stopped as a picture caught her eye.

Printed on the page was a painting of a woman with her dress torn and a heap of figures beneath her feet. Despite the carnage around her, she remained upright as she strode forward in triumph, a flag in one hand and a rifle in the other. As the single star of the Party fluttered in the breeze, she glanced back over her shoulder as if to urge the men behind her towards something greater and unseen ahead. A caption was printed underneath the title below.

Morality Leading the People: Mirroring the first democratic revolutions over 400 years ago, Morality now leads the masses where Liberty had once before. It is not clear who the original painter was though multiple sources point to Joseph Smithers, then leader of the terrorist organization Hands of Eden during the First Morality War. Later, he would become the first acting chairman of the conservative Neo-Puritan Party only to be executed and replaced by Abraham Johnson in 2078 following a coup d’état.

Reading the text, Jenna frowned in thought. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she remembered seeing the painting before on a virtual tour she took with her class to Capitol Hill. It was one of those holy relics from the century before now preserved in the halls of Congress. Though the guide tour had been more than enthusiastic about explaining its origins, after two hours of virtual walking she had more than her fill of old junk from before she was born. Even if she hadn’t been paying attention at that time though, she didn’t remember the guide mentioning anything like this before.

It was strange to say the least and turning the page there were many more events recorded there though all different than the way she learned in school. With the text written in an old language though, it was tough going and by the time she finished the chapter, it the sun was starting to get low. Flicking her wrist piece, Jenna blinked at the numbers on the screen. There was still about an hour left before curfew but it never hurt to be safe. Regardless of whether they were true or not, there were always stories going around about what happened to girls who stayed out late. Given the amount of details they always contained, she doubted most of them were real though she wasn’t about to stay and find out.

Her stomach grumbled and Jenna closed the book to put it away. Standing up, she stretched, wincing at the stiffness in her knees from sitting on the floor for so long. A tattered blanket lay besides her and she used it to wrap the books up in the crate where they had been. Another day, she would come back and turn them in but with so few people coming out into the ruins on the outskirts of town, they would be safe for now.

Despite the soreness in her legs as she walked home, a different feeling flowed through her mind. Up until now, the world always felt dull and grey with nothing to do but listen to the rules other people set out for her. Even if she somehow became one of the few girls who ended up going to college and getting a job, there would still be the rules of her husband to guide her as a man. Now though, it was as if a whole new world that had been hidden from her was now revealed. It was only a glimpse, a memory from the past shown to her as she read but now, no matter how much her life was in the hands of others, she knew there had been another world out there before her time. If nothing else, that thought alone was comforting enough.

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The sun was just starting to kiss the horizon when Jenna arrived at the front door of her house. Closing it behind her as she entered, she kicked off her shoes and tossed them aside. Despite the smell of dinner cooking in the kitchen, she ducked her head and made her way towards the stairs up to her room. Halfway up, she froze however as her mother called out to her trapping her in place.

“Jenna? Is that you?”, said Sally Whitworth, her mother.

“No”, said Jenna.

“Where have you been all day?”, said her mother, “You made me worried sick. Dinner will be ready soon so go help your brother set the table”

Letting out a sigh, Jenna stood up and walked back down the stairs. In the kitchen, she found her younger brother, Timothy, standing with a stack of plates in his hand. He glanced up briefly as she entered before looking back down again to arrange the plates onto the table. From further in the kitchen, the smell of something baking in the oven drifted over to her and her stomach grumbled in response.

“We’re having meatloaf tonight”, said Timothy.

“I’m not hungry”, said Jenna.

Her stomach grumbled again in response to her lie.

“You always say that”, said Timothy, “Is it because of the program?”

“No, and shut up”, said Jenna, “I already told you many times before it’s not”

For some reason, he was always asking her about the program even when she refused to respond. It was especially annoying given she was tired from staying out all day. The last thing she wanted to do was think about that and at a time like this as well. Ignoring her answer, Timothy pressed on.

“Bet it is”, said Timothy, “You know, the thing mum makes you do-…”

“I said it’s not’, snapped Jenna.

“You’re just mad mom lets me watch-…”, he began.

Her hands twitched and Timothy ducked under the table before she could grab him and wring his neck. Fortunately for him, their mother called out from the kitchen for her to stop before she could do anything else.

“Stop it, both of you. I said set the table, not kill each other”, said Sally.

“But mom-…”, said Timothy.

“Table. Now”, said Sally, “And not one more word as well”

“But mom-…”, said Jenna.

“Now!”, said her mother.

Her mother swung the wooden cooking spoon through the air with a loud hiss and instantly Jenna froze in place. Besides her, Timothy jumped up by instinct as well as if he had been struck across his rear. Having both gotten a taste of the wooden instrument in more ways than one, both siblings had been on the receiving end of the sound more than enough times to know when to quit. A moment later, Jenna relaxed again noting with some satisfaction she did so before Timothy. She looked over, smug victory on her face while he glared back in turn before they hurried to obey.

Less than a minute later they were finished and her mother carried the food out from the kitchen. Following the sound of dinner being made ready, her father finally appeared as well. Grunting as he sat down, he placed the newspaper he was holding next to his plate and glanced over at the food with a frown.

“Meatloaf? Again?”, he said.

Her mother glared at her father.

“Meatloaf”, said Timothy, “Again”

Her father shrugged as he reached over to help himself to a slice and Jenna waited for him to finish before reaching over to grab one herself as well. Picking the smallest one she could find, she lifted it to her plate and added a similarly small spoonful of potatoes and peas. Moving the tiny pile of food together into the center of her place, she poked at the unappetizing mess with her fork. Besides her, Timothy launched into his portion besides her with gusto. He was always like that though no matter what he was served. Despite being almost two years younger than her, already he was starting to catch up in height most likely due to her inability to eat anything nowadays though she still had an inch on him overall. With left else to do but wait for everyone to finish, Jenna resumed staring at her plate. It wasn’t until her brother reached for his second portion that her mother broke the silence.

“So, how was work Richard?”, asked her mother.

“The usual”, said her father.

“Did you catch any bad guys dad?”, said Timothy.

“A couple”, said her father, “Though there’s always more”

Timothy stopped eating so he could look at her father in awe. With her father working as an officer in the Public Guard though, Jenna couldn’t blame him too much for it. While normal civilians had to rely on the government sponsored news agencies for their information, members of the Public Guard and their families were trusted a little more and treated with less suspicion regarding the news they were allowed to hear. Even when Jenna tried to pretend like she wasn’t interested, she still found herself listening in for bits of otherwise censored information every now and then. She doubt she would ever get to hear anything truly serious like national level secrets but anything she could get past the filter was helpful in its own way. It was like a reminder to her there were other things out there besides what she and everybody else were allowed to see. Jenna looked up from her plate as her father started to speak.

“Well, I don’t know if I should be telling you about this…”, he began and Jenna scoffed under her breath. No matter what the story was, he always liked to begin in that way. Maybe to Timothy it made things sound more impressive but she had two more experience listening to her father’s stories than him.

“A few days ago, a gang of mutants broke out of the sealed off tunnels in Neo-York”, said her father, “Kidnapped a few members of the upper clergy before they disappeared back underground”

“Are they okay?”, asked Timothy.

“We’re still getting reports, but it’s been at least a few days”, said her father, “Given the levels of radiation down there left from the war, I can’t say for sure”

“Can’t they send in the Public Guard to rescue them?”, asked Timothy.

“We’re waiting for the army to arrive with their nano suits so we can go down there at all”, said her father shaking his head, “We’ll see if they left anyone alive this time but I the Chief doesn’t have much hope. Only the mutants can survive down there for any length of time”

Despite the seriousness of it, it was a story Jenna had heard plenty of times by now though she was probably among the few her age who had given the nature of her father’s job. Even after hearing it many times before, dealing with mutants were a sobering thought. Nightmare creatures from the war, they were said to be the spawn of the devil himself now cursed to wander the wilderness forever to atone for their sins. Slipping through the sewers and open windows at night, they corrupted and stole misbehaving little girls out of their bed where they slept. Or at least that was the version her mother told her when she was young. The government wasn’t much better either when it came to public information on the subject though having listened to her father’s stories as she grew up, Jenna knew it was a little more complicated than just that.

While the levels of radiation out there was a bit higher than inside the cleaned-up cities, the rates of mutation out there wasn’t that much worse than in the suburbs where most people lived. Maybe there would be a really bad case for one in ten thousand but overall it was still a safe enough place to be. The fact they got regular food shipments from the government run farms out there was proof enough.

In reality, mutants were the leftovers from the wrong side of the war. Queers, undesirables, and political dissidents from the past, they had fled once the Party took power hiding out in the mountains and the bunkers underground. With Neo-York being the previous center of the world in the century past, it was filled with such structures explaining their presence there as well. Every now and then, they would break out of containment to launch a raid to the surface above but with over three decades since the war ended, they were more a nuisance than anything else. The fact that her father, a low-ranking officer in the Public Guard had been placed on such a case said about as much. Still, she shuddered at the thought of being dragged down into the tunnels where they lived.

“When I grow up, I want to go into the tunnels and fight mutant as well”, said Timothy.

“Then you better get good grades in school and join the Guard”, said her father, “Tell you what, as a present for when you join the NYDI program, for a day I’ll even let you ride along with me”

He laughed as Timothy’s eyes lit up in pure joy. Sitting across from him however, Jenna looked back down at her plate. If only she could do something like that as well. It wasn’t as if she had any particularly loyal thoughts about the Party though, more just another way to avoid her fate. As a girl, there were very few options she had besides getting married. Especially given her father’s position in the guard, there were no doubt already a few boys in her class who had an eye on her hand. As her mother cleared the leftovers away, Jenna sank down further into her seat.

In the half hour she had left before bed, Jenna went to brush her teeth. Besides her, Timothy chattered away, his previous loss to her forgotten in his excitement of his dreams. It wasn’t until their mother called them into the room they shared together that he remembered what she had to do. As Jenna got on her knees and bent over besides the edge of her bed, he did the same as well across the room positioning himself behind her for a full view. He snickered as she reached behind herself lowering the back of her pajamas until her bare bottom was on display. Bringing her hands together in front of herself, Jenna began to pray. Standing beside her, her mother opened a jar and used a plastic syringe to measure out one ounce or about thirty millimeters of EstrusUp, or simply the cream as other NYDI girls called it.

“Our Father, Who art in heaven”, said Jenna, “Hallowed by Thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven”

Ever since she joined the NYDI program, every night before she went to bed it was like this and today would be the same. Produced as an over the counter medicine, the cream was almost lotion like in its consistency almost transparent in color with small specs of pink suspended like jelly in between. When applied to the skin or any other part of the body, it would be slowly absorbed with the effects reaching a peak after fifteen minutes and lasting for the entire day. It could also be taken internally and for Jenna who got to experience its effects every night, it felt more like five hundred in the eternity before she fell asleep. As her mother topped off the syringe and knelt down beside her, Jenna clasped her hands together and prayed even harder.

“Give us this day our daily bread”, she prayed, “And forgive our sins as we forgive those who sin against us”

All NYDI girls suffered through the same fate as her and every night until they became an adult at the age of twenty-one, they would train themselves to resist the sin of temptation in order to keep themselves pure for marriage. Not only did this mean keeping their virginity intact, they were forbidden from all masturbation and orgasms as well. The cream would help train their ability to fight against their desires by artificially stimulating the sensation of lust within their bodies as they grew. Acting as an aphrodisiac, it would be applied to their bodies before they slept in order for them to get used to the feeling of frustration without release.

Jenna squeezed her eyes shut and prayed as her mother spread open her cheeks from behind. Across the room, more snickering came from behind her as Timothy watched opened eyed while her mother pressed the tip of the syringe against her backdoor. As it entered her, her mother pressed down on the plunger and Jenna shivered as she felt the cold cream shoot out into her and coat her insides. A moment later, heat rose to replace the coldness as the aphrodisiac began to take effect. Still keeping her hands clasped in front of her, Jenna fought the urge to squeeze her legs together against the rising fire inside.

“Lead us not into temptation”, prayed Jenna, “But deliver us from evil. Hail Mary, full of grace. Amen”

With the prayer over, her mother withdrew the syringe from her bottom and wiped the end clean. Standing back up, Jenna pulled her pajamas back up over her bottom well aware of Timothy still staring at her from behind. She ignored him as she lay on her bed bringing her arms up over her head for her mother to secure them to the leather straps on her bedframe. Only once the bindings were secure and she was unable to move her hands did her mother step away walking over to do the same to Timothy as well. Technically for him it wasn’t necessary as he wasn’t in the program yet but as a safety precaution her parents thought it was good for him to get used to it. It made Jenna feel at least a little better about the fairness of it though it did nothing to alleviate the burning in her rear.

“Good night, don’t let the sin bite”, said her mother.

By the time she left though, it was already too late. In the darkness after her mother left, Jenna shifted her head on her pillow, squirming under the covers as the heat crept in between her legs. Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly and Timothy glanced over in annoyance turning his head to speak.

“No moaning”, said Timothy, “Last time I could hear you begging in your sleep all the way into the night”

“Really? What was I saying”, said Jenna, “Also, shut up. Just wait until you’re in the program and mom will start using the cream on you as well”

“At least I’ll get a release at the end of every month”, said Timothy, “Unlike you since you’re a girl. Hasn’t it been two years already? Mom keeps saying no because you get bad grades in school”

“I do not”, said Jenna, “My grades are fine”

“Says you”, said Timothy.

As much as she wanted to argue, Jenna knew it was true though even if her grades were better the chances of release was still only marginally better with her being a girl. Since ejaculation was a medical necessity for males to prevent the onset of disease, they got a pass but since girls had no biological need for it, she just had to learn to go without. Despite the nightly applications of the cream, in all the two years since she joined the NYDI program and her body had started to go through puberty, she had yet to experience even a single orgasm at all.

With the cream in her bottom forcing her into arousal, the heat became almost unbearable as she lay there trying to sleep. She tugged halfheartedly at the bonds keeping her hands tied above her head but with them as secure as they were, there was no chance at all she would be able to get any relief. As she sucked in another lungful of air, her body felt hot and heavy as the very covers seemed to weight down on her. Artificial lust flared up inside her inflamed by the aphrodisiac as it leaked out from between her legs. Jenna shifted again to stop it from soaking into the crotch of her pajamas. The last thing she wanted was for them to stick to her and stimulate her further as she slept. As the darkness passed by in the night, her dreams were filled with the pink haze of frustration as she drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 2

Like every other girl her age, Jenna hated Mondays.

With the sun just to rise over the horizon an hour before school started, her alarm rang next to her bed. Jenna opened her eyes blinking at the morning light shining through the window. With her hands tied to the bedframe above her head, she tugged gently at the bonds and after the sensor detected that she was awake her restraints released with a snap. Yawning, Jenna rubbed her wrists and sat up in bed.

Of course, she wasn’t special in this regard. From the moment they entered puberty and joined the New Youth Development Initiative, or NYDI program, all NYDI teens were required to be restrained in such a manner while they slept. Having joined two years ago, it had been the same for Jenna as well when her parents signed her up in her first year of intermediate school. Even after so long though it still took some getting used to. No matter how hard she tried, some things in the program still bothered her more than others.

Glancing over to the empty space at the entrance of her room where there had once been a door, Jenna sighed and got out of bed. Besides the many other changes she had to adapt to, the thing she missed the most was the privacy of her own room. One of the first things her parents had done when she joined the program was to forbid her from ever being alone by herself in the house. At first, they had only removed the lock on her door but soon they ended up removing the whole door as well. It was safer to be sure that way, they said, despite the fact she always followed the rules. After that, even when she was taking a shower or in the bathroom, she had to keep the door open with the shower curtain replaced by a transparent screen allowing anyone passing be to see what she was doing. Not only did this cause no end of embarrassment for her, it made changing out of her pajamas in the morning all the more challenging if she didn’t want to be seen.

Sticking her head out into the hall to look around, Jenna ducked back in her room after making sure the coast was clear. Quickly pulling her pajama top over her head, she bent down to pull the bottoms off as well standing naked for a moment in her room before reaching for her uniform laying to the side. Her blonde hair fell around her small shoulders, just long enough to cover her still developing chest before she pulled the uniform into place. Lifting her feet, she slid her standard school issue white panties up her legs taking extra care to hold them by the side. Having to dress like this was bad enough as it was and the last thing she wanted to happen was for the sensor inside her womb to detect her hands too close in between her legs.

A knee length skirt completed her outfit and in less than a minute later she was done. Of course, it was only with the experience from the last two years that she was able to finish so fast. Initially after joining the NYDI program, it had taken her at least a month to relearn how to dress herself without messing up and incurring a punishment in the process. As mandated by the NYDI program, the moment she had entered puberty a small RFID device had been placed in her womb projecting an imaginary box from between her legs. If the sensor inside detected that her hands ever moved closer than four inches or about ten centimeters from the signal, a flag would be raised and the device would go on alert. If nothing happened for the next sixty seconds then the device would return to normal but if her hands wandered inside the range again, then the event would be recorded and logged as a masturbation attempt.

From there, several things would happen depending on the context of the situation. Built into the device were a variety of instruments meant to measure the state of her body and after conducting a full sweep of her physical and mental state, the device would decide on an appropriate course of action. If her body was in a relatively calm state with little to no wetness detected inside her vaginal canal, the punishment would simply be a small electrical pulse as a reminder for her to keep her hands away from between her legs. If however that was not the case, then a more severe punishment would follow. Using electrical signals to simulate a variety of responses in the nervous system, the device began to vibrate inside of her causing her to repeatedly clench down while also stimulating her clit. As it brought her to the edge of orgasm however, the device would then release a blocking signal numbing the nerves around it and preventing her from reaching a climax. For sixty seconds, it would hold her there teetering on the edge of release before stopping and letting her cool off again only for the cycle to repeat once more. Depending on the circumstances, it would continue like this for anywhere between fifteen minutes to a full hour before finally shutting off for good. The frustration left inside her afterwards from being denied so many times and for so long was more than enough to serve as a reminder not to touch herself anymore.

Fortunately for today, the device stayed silent as Jenna pulled her skirt into place and admired herself in the mirror. At just an inch under five feet tall, she was slender even when compared to other girls her age. With her hips just starting to widen and her chest just starting to grow, she looked almost like a doll made of porcelain though for what she lacked in the physical department she more than made up for it in everything else. She was beautiful for a girl her age, beautiful but stubborn like an ox, her mother had said more than once before, with a mind strong enough to break through a brick wall as well. If only she could put it to proper use in school instead of getting into trouble all the time, her mother would sigh.

Happy that she managed to get dressed without anybody seeing her through the open doorway of her room, Jenna headed downstairs where her mother was cooking breakfast in the kitchen below. Timothy, her little brother, was already seated there at the table digging into a bowl of cereal with his school bag leaned up against his chair. Still in the lower schools, he was younger than her by two years and not yet in the NYDI program though that was due to change at the end of the year when he graduated into intermediate school at the end of the year. Taking a seat across from him, Jenna reached for her own bowl but stopped as her mother called out to her from the kitchen.

“Jenna, what have we talked about before”, her mother scolded.

Jenna sighed and put the bowl back.

“No breakfast before inspection”, she mumbled.

“I can’t believe how many times we talked about this before”, said her mother, “Get in position and wait like you’re supposed to”

Pushing her chair to the side, Jenna stood up and assumed the standard inspection position outlined in the NYDI student handbook. Hiking up the back of her skirt, she pulled her panties down and bent over the edge of the table keeping her legs straight while she spread them apart. Cold air rushed in between her legs as she thrust her bottom up into the air placing her feet shoulder width apart with her most private parts on display. From across the table, Timothy looked on in interest and Jenna glared at him for daring to peek. Unable to move from her position however, there was nothing she could do to stop him from staring at her now naked lower half while she waited for her mother to come out of the kitchen.

Every morning she woke up for school it was the same. Before she could even sit down for breakfast, her mother would check her body for any signs of sinful corruption from the night before. Even with two years having gone by since she joined the program, it never hurt to be too safe, they told her, or at least that was their excuse. Though her hands were always tied above her head while she slept, there was always the chance that she could eventually slip one of them free. With how tight the bonds were, it sounded almost laughable to her though given that it was one of the core features of the NYDI program, it wasn’t as if she had a way out.

Since all masturbation including mental stimulation was forbidden for all NYDI teens under the age of twenty-one, even if the device inside her prevented her from reaching a physical orgasm there was still the sin of the thought. Thus, even if the device inside her wasn’t able to record her hands between her legs, evidence of sin could be still determined by a though examination of her genitals every day. For NYDI males, it was a relatively simple task to search for any signs of emissions left on undergarments or in the urethra. For females like her however, things were a little more complicated. While the level of wetness inside the vagina along with the size of the clitoris can be measured, those two things were not enough to determine if there had been any signs of sinful thought. For NYDI girls like her, a different approach needed to be taken.

Many different options were available with varying degrees of effectiveness but the one her parents had chosen for her was particularly unpleasant. For Jenna, with her hormones just starting to run through her developing body, her mother had decided that the inspection would serve not only to determine whether she was physically free from the effects of corruption but mentally as well. Thus, every morning her daily inspection consisted of two tests, one to check for any signs of wetness between her legs and a second to test her mental endurance as well. After spreading her open down below, her mother would then tease her to the edge of orgasm while counting the number of contractions that occurred. Unable to reach climax due to the blocking device inside her, no matter how much her mother stimulated her Jenna would be forced to hold her desires back as she kept her position bent over the edge of the table. Only when the inspection was over would her mother stop count the number of times her pussy clenched in response to being denied. Of course, it was only natural that the number of contractions determine the severity of her punishment afterwards.

Having been denied for almost two years now since she joined the program, by now her body was so pent up from the frustration that even a single mistake was enough to send her into a feedback cycle that never seemed to stop. It didn’t help either that every time she messed up the subsequent punishment would only raise her sensitivity further all but ensuring that she would fail again the next day. Combined with the ounce of EstrusUp cream her mother used on her rear before she went to sleep, it was rare now that she could go a week without any punishment at all.

Thus, as the cold air of the room brushed between her legs and across the closed lips of her virgin flower, Jenna shivered as she waited for the inspection to start. Still bent over across the edge of the table, she felt Timothy staring at her as his eyes wandered over her body. Standing there with her panties down around her feet and her legs open exposing everything in between, she felt nothing more like an object on display. Putting her head down against the smooth surface of the table, Jenna tried to keep her breathing even as her heart hammered in her chest. In times like these, even without anything touching her the wait was almost as bad as the inspection itself.

Some time later, her mother finally emerged from the kitchen to find Jenna laying across the table, her face turning red as she stood with bottom in the air. Turning to Timothy, her mother set the plate she was holding down.

“Has she been like that this entire time?”, she asked.

“Yes mom”, said Timothy.

Timothy reached over to grab some more food from the plate while Jenna remained silent holding her position as her mother walked behind. With her back arched up and her legs spread apart, Jenna shivered with her most private places on full display. Even with her legs parted shoulder width apart however, her virgin flower was still sealed tight with only the tiniest slivers of pink showing through her closed labia in between. Above her still developing slit, her anus was just visible in between the cleft of her round globes. The tight ring around her sphincter twitched as Jenna clenched down desperately trying to hide it from sight.

“Nice and closed like they should be”, said her mother, “I was all prepared start with the paddle from the way you were dripping last week”

Her mother set the wooden punishment paddle down on the table besides her and Jenna took a deep breath as she prepared for the inspection to start. Keeping herself as still as possible, Jenna forced herself to relax while her mother moved her hand in between her legs from behind. As her mother spread apart her labia to run a finger over the pink folds inside, Jenna bit down on her cheek as the shame spread across her face. Despite her best efforts however, she couldn’t help but gasp as her mother reached the top of her now open slit and drew back the hood covering her clit. A thumb pressed down on the little bean hidden underneath and Jenna moaned as her mother started to roll the sensitive nub around.

“Already stiff and hard”, scolded her mother, “Do you have no restraint at all? I could feel it already swollen even through the hood”

Her mother pressed down further and Jenna gasped as the friction increased around her clit. Already, her breath was starting to come in gasps while her eyes threatened to roll up in her head. With two years worth of denial built up inside her, it wasn’t long before her hips started to shake as well as she approached the first hill of her orgasm. Just before she could reach it however, her mother stopped and got up wiping her hands on a towel.

“I haven’t even started yet and that’s already one”, said her mother, “Timothy, be a dear and set a timer for me please, twenty minutes”

Jenna groaned inside her head. On a good day, she could last five, maybe ten minutes before she was at her limit. The longest she ever endured without giving in was about fifteen. With the timer set for twenty, there was no way she would survive without a punishment today. As Timothy got up to fetch the timer, her mother reached once more in between her legs and Jenna shivered as she forced herself to stay still.

Press, press, press.

Her mother always started the routine by touching around her clit, the brush of her finger getting closer without actually touching the organ itself. Alternating in circles, the pattern would move around her nub in a clockwise motion reversing to a counterclockwise direction with each thirty seconds that passed. At first, it felt like almost nothing at all, just the touch of a finger as it traced a line around the area at the top of her slit. As her body began to warm however, the circle became smaller and the anticipation grew. For Jenna who had to stay still the entire time, the frustration was almost insane. It almost made her want to scream for her mother to just get it over with already though she forced herself to hold her tongue. If she opened her mouth right now, her mother would just reset the timer and start the inspection again from the top.

Press, press, press, twitch.

Jenna could almost see her mother smiling from behind her at the mistake she just made. On the very last circle before the pattern reversed, her mother had stopped and lifted her finger instead of continuing as she had done. Moving it upward, her mother pressed it against the entrance of her vagina causing Jenna jumped in surprise. Her clit twitched once in response to the sudden and new sensation.

“That’s two”, said her mother, “And you’re starting to get wet as well”

“Does it really hurt that much?”, asked Timothy.

He had been watching all this time and now he crept around the table for a better view. Glancing up at him as he approached, her mother moved to the side to let him see. Normally, Jenna would have objected but bent over the table like this with the timer still counting down, she could only breathe a sigh of relief as her mother let go of her clit. With her labia still spread open though, she buried her head in her arms to hide the blush spreading across her face.

“No, it’s not supposed to hurt”, said her mother, “Since Jenna hasn’t had a release for the last two years however, her entire body is on the edge”

“Is that why she complains about it so much”, asked Timothy, “Every time she has an inspection she makes it look like it really hurts”

“Only because she never gets to finish”, laughed her mother, “Though even if she gets one it’ll be a ruined orgasm anyways”

“A ruined orgasm?”, asked Timothy.

“Girls get can earn one if they’re good”, said her mother, “From the way Jenna is twitching down here though for her it won’t be anytime soon”

Jenna moaned again as her mother put her hands back in between her and touched her clit.

“See how she reacts every time I press against this spot”, said her mother, “Even if the device inside her keeps her from going over, she still tries even if she knows it won’t happen. Unlike boys though, since there’s no actual need for them to shoot anything out so they can stay like that for as long as needed. It’s okay to let them have a ruined release every now but only infrequently so they don’t get used to it. Once you’re in the NYDI program as well, you’ll have be able to earn yours as well”

Timothy frowned as he watched Jenna struggle to hold back against the stimulation on her clit.

“I don’t think I want to, it looks like it really hurts”, he said.

“Only if you’re bad”, said her mother, “As a boy you’ll get to have a release every month as long as you behave. If you’re really good, I might even let you shoot it in Jenna’s mouth as a reward”

Jenna cringed at the thought and her mother laughed at the look of horror on her face. What happened after that though was lost to her however as the inspection resumed and her mother increased the speed of her hand. As the fingers pressed down on her clit once more, Jenna felt her legs start to shake. With her mother’s nonstop stimulation of her exposed nub, the edge of her orgasm was very soon starting to approach. Her mother gave her clit one more flick with the tip of her fingers and Jenna moaned as the world around her began to spin. She opened her mouth to beg her mother to stop but her voice caught in her throat. Rising up, she desperately tried to escape but it was too late as her entire body shrunk down into a singular point inside her womb.

“Stop! No more!”, cried Jenna, “I can’t hold it. I’m cumming”

“Let it out and it’ll be chastity for the rest of the year”, said her mother.

Jenna cried as she thrashed about on the table doing everything she could to control the rising urge inside her tunnel. Every time she reached this point, it was always like her body was experiencing it for the first time all over again. Considering she never had an orgasm in all her life, it may as well be true. The pressure of two years worth of denial pounded against her clit while her mother continued to massage the overstimulated bean. Just when she thought she couldn’t withstand any more however, her mother pulled her finger away and Jenna collapsed onto the table panting in despair. She moaned in frustration as she rubbed her legs together feeling the slickness of her own juices on the inside of her thighs. Even if she had failed, she wouldn’t have been able to go over the edge anyways and would only be punished by the device inside her womb. A faint vibration came from it now as the device detected her heightened arousal and activated inside her. Jenna felt a brief spasm run through her tunnel as it sent out an electrical pulse to numb the nerves around it. Less than a minute later it turned off again as her heartrate returned to normal and her body cooled down. Glancing over at the timer besides her, Jenna sighed as she saw the time remaining.

“Still eleven minutes left, not even halfway”, scolded her mother, “A girl your age should be able to do half an hour and all I did was touch your clit. You’re lucky I don’t make you put a toy in your rear as well. Some girls have to do that you know, train for an entire hour with a vibrating ring on their clit and a dildo in their backdoor”

Her mother reached in between her legs once more and Jenna braced herself for the second round. Having just been denied a release, her sensitivity was already maxed out and she bit down on her lips as she tried to hold her desires in.

Nine minutes, she thought, just nine more.

Her mother pinched down on her clit and Jenna almost screamed as she was thrown against the edge once more. Gripping down on the edge of the table, she squeezed down with all her might feeling the grain wood pressing into her hands. With her pussy teetering on the verge of another long denied climax, Jenna grit her teeth and endured.

Besides her, Timothy hovered as he looked on at her twitching form the and from the corner of her eye she could see his mouth agape while he started down at her. Even though he had seen her naked like this hundreds of times before, for some reason he seemed especially flustered today as if he was unsure of what to do. Glancing down, Jenna soon saw why. Below his waist, a small tent bulged out from the crotch of his pants straining a little as it pushed up against the fabric holding it down. Given that she had never seen him react like this before, it was probably the first one he had in his life.

Serves you right for watching, she thought, you’ll have a bad time once mom sees and enroll you in the program as well.

The thought soon turned dark however as she realized what that would mean and she thought about what her mother had just said. As a girl, she was subject to the worst of the program meaning no masturbation and no orgasms ever. For boys however it was different and one of the clauses included in the NYDI handbook was a page on exercises at home. Since the buildup of semen often resulted in the onset of disease, they were permitted to expel the stored up amount at the end of every month. Normally, this would result in a simple prostate milking in order to cause as little pleasure as possible but on rare occasions more innovative approaches could be taken if they had a sibling of the opposite sex. Of course, full on intercourse was absolutely forbidden but there were many other things that could be done. A mental image popped into her head of her getting down on her knees in the living room in front of her brother and she shook it from her mind. The thought of having to take Timothy in her mouth or offer him her rear was too much for her to stand. In her current condition though with her mother still torturing her clit from behind, it was the final straw that broke through the dam.

“Oh-… Oh-…”, cried Jenna, “I’m cumming!”

Every single muscle in her body tensed up in anticipation of her release though whatever pleasure she felt from being on the edge was short lived as her mother drew her hand away once more. As the fingers left her clit, Jenna wailed at the sudden loss of sensation while the device inside her activated again numbing the nerves inside her womb and denying her of her climax. When the heat finally settled down inside her, Jenna collapsed back onto the table with frustration and exhaustion running through her at the same time. As her mother spread her open one last time to check on the state of her genitals, the timer finally rang with the sound of the alarm barely cutting through the haze of pink frustration running through her head.

“There, all done”, said her mother, “Though I hope you’re ready for your punishment for what you’ve done. Thirty-two strokes for not even trying to hold back and you better count them all”

It was ten strokes apiece for each one of the orgasms she couldn’t hold back from the suppression device and twelve strokes on top of that for each time she clenched. Jenna slumped onto the table too tired to even cry. Besides her, her mother picked up the paddle from the table and standing with her legs apart and her private places dripping with sin, Jenna waited for the first blow to come. As the seconds crept by, her mother waited for the perfect moment to start. The moment Jenna relaxed her mother brought the paddle down across her cheeks and Jenna wailed as it struck her rear.

Smack!

“O-…One!”, gasped Jenna.

Smack!

“T-…Two!”

Smack!

“T-…Three!”

Alternating between her left and right buttock, her mother continued on like that for some time while Jenna did her best to hold in her rears. Doing her best to stop herself from thrashing about, she counted each blow as it came while her mother held her down by the waist. The last thing she wanted to happen was for her to miscount and start all over again.

Smack!

“Ten!”

Smack!

“E-… Eleven!”

Smack!

“Twelve!”

By the time they had reached twenty-five, Jenna had given up on not crying. As she called out the twenty-sixth blow, tears began to spill out of her eyes and down her face. Each spank felt worse than the last as the heat began to build up until the paddle felt like a red hot piece of metal each time it touched her behind. Already, her pink bottom was starting to turn into a healthy shade of red while each impact caused her to clench pushing more fluid out until the inside of her thighs were a sticky mess. Another blow landed, the paddle impacting right across the middle of both cheeks and Jenna jumped up as more tears formed in her eyes. Despite the pain of the spanking however, dread soon filled her as she reached the end of the count. Blinking though the tears blurring her vision, Jenna called out the last number.

Smack!

“T-Thirty-two”

The punishment was not yet over as her mother walked over to the drawer and returned with a jar of red cream in her hand.

“Which one do you want disciplined today?”, asked her mother, “Your anus or your clit?”

Both options were just as bad and in her current state of pain Jenna could bring herself to choose. With her clit so swollen from being edged to the brink of orgasm and then denied twice though, she didn’t want to think about what it would feel like there. Gritting her teeth, Jenna forced herself to decide.

“My anus”, she said.

“Full sentences”, said her mother.

“Please discipline my anus for being a bad girl”, said Jenna.

Snapping on a pair of gloves, her mother reached for the jar of red repentance cream and scooped a generous amount of it onto her finger. As her mother did so, Jenna reached back to spread her bottom open forcing her hands to move. Normally she would never do such a thing but with the cream burning everything it touched she didn’t want to risk it getting anywhere else. Jenna grit her teeth as she felt her mother press down on her rear entrance and push a finger in. As the cold and slippery substance touched her insides, the smooth sensation was soon replaced by heat as the irritant began to take effect. She felt her mother continuing to thrust her finger in and out withdrawing only when all of the cream was inside. The moment her mother did so, Jenna jumped to her feet both hands clasped on her bottom while she hopped in the air.

“Owowowow”, she cried, “It hurts, it hurts, oooowwwww”

“The fires of hell will be worse”, said her mother, “Serves you right for not holding it in”

Soon though, the burning of the cream slowed down to a couple of embers and Jenna settled down. The burning heat would stay for the next few hours irritating enough to bother her though not distract her too much while she went to school. She sniffled as her mother knelt down and reached for a napkin to dry her tears.

“There, that wasn’t so bad was it”, said her mother, “As long as you hold it in, it doesn’t have to be this way. Remember, even if I have to punish you, your father and I still love you in the end”

Jenna sniffled again and her mother pull her panties back up under her skirt. Arranging her clothes back into position, Jenna finally sat down at the table and reached for a bowl. She felt a little better as her mother reached over and helped her poured some cereal into it followed by some milk.

Later, as the bus pulled up to the corner, she was almost back to normal. Making her way to an empty seat in the back she set her bag down. As the vibrations from the road traveled through the floor and up into her seat, Jenna stared out the window as the heat flared up in her causing her cheeks to flush pink. Crossing her legs, she counted the number of days until she was old enough to leave the program. Though one day closer now, it was still a long way from what she had hoped for. She closed her eyes and leaned back in her seat.

Things could not be any worse than this, she thought to herself.

Sitting there with a blush on her face, there was no way for Jenna to realize just how wrong she would be.

Chapter 3

With some thirty years or so having passed since the Purity Bills were written and the NYDI program put into effect, almost half of all Lower students were enrolled with the number increasing up to ninety percent for Intermediate School students as well. By the time a student reached Upper School, it was almost a guarantee they would be in the program one way or another. As the number of NYDI teens increased however, there soon arose a need for the school environment to adapt to the changes they brought with them. Thus, while initially the program had been limited only to the jurisdiction of the student’s parents as their moral guardians, it was only a matter of time before schools around the country began to contribute to the program as well. Soon, new buildings were being built at the campuses of schools around the country to host the needs of the NYDI program with the special facilities quickly becoming the new norm. With funds provided by the government, they were staffed by trained professionals to cater to the needs of the students enrolled there. In this way, the facilities acted like an extension of the program at school protecting the purity of the students within.

Green Leaf Intermediate School was no different in this regard. Though late to the party, construction first began just nine years after the day the Party took power, or the Nova Millennium as the national holiday was now called. Land was set aside a little distance away from the main body of the school and from there, three new buildings were erected to face each other in the shape of an equilateral triangle. Balancing the three virtues of chastity, purity, and respect, the new architecture of modern steel and glass was designed to be a symbol of hope for the upcoming generation to see as they walked past on their way to class. Even parents stood a little taller as they saw their teens walk between the archways that spanned the length in between to the main building of the school with a few even weeping at the sight. For the older ones among them who had seen for themselves the horrors of the old night from the lost century past, there was nothing else more inspiring than the sight before their eyes.

Every time Jenna saw them though, she could hardly bear to look.

Thus, as she stepped off the bus at the front gate of the school, she kept her head down as she made her way past the main gate towards the Purity Administration Center, or PAC as it was called, for her Purity Inspection and to receive her hall pass for the day. Only once she was safely inside the lobby did she dare to look up and join the line of other NYDI students waiting there as well.

“Good morning, Jenna”, said a voice at her side.

Jenna turned to see Jasmine waving at her from across the room and Jenna smiled as she walked over to stand beside the other girl. Despite the fact that Jasmine was a Half, meaning that she was only half a citizen while Jenna was a Full, they had still been friends for as long as Jenna could remember. Though it was a bit odd to say the least, friendships like that weren’t too uncommon at the school though there were certainly those who would turn their nose up at the thought. Whatever their thoughts were though Jenna didn’t really care.

It was only this way anyways because of Jasmine’s mother. While her father was a citizen working as an accountant at a bank, her mother had been a refugee from across the ocean having fled here when the war first broke out. As a result, Jasmine would never earn the right to vote or own property though if she ended up marring another Half their status would then combine to make their children Fulls again. By promising them a carrot while beating them with a stick, the Party could use the tactic to keep them in line. As effective as it was though, Jenna could only think about the unfairness of it all when she first learned about it in class. The history teacher, Mr. Muller had said it with such certainty though that she had been afraid to question it at the time. Looking back, Jenna wondered what would have happened if she did though most likely the answer would have been a thrashing followed by a timeout in the corner with her panties down and her beaten bottom on display.

“How was your, your um-… thing today?”, said Jasmine.

“My mom made me use the repentance cream again”, said Jenna.

“Ouch, that must have hurt”, said Jasmine, “Where did she put it?”

“My bottom”, said Jenna.

“I’m so sorry”, said Jasmine, “Are you going to be okay with getting your hall pass then?”

She looked on with sympathy and Jenna couldn’t help but feel a little sad. Even though Jasmine was a Half, she was always acting concerned like this even though Jenna was a Full. It should be the other way around, thought Jenna, considering that she was the stronger of the two and the older one as well. Only by a few months, she reminded herself though it felt like a lot more. With Jasmine’s black hair, brown eyes, and doe like face, she was like a little mouse for other people to protect. With her social status as a Half, it was almost a miracle that she had survived like this for so long. Most other Halfs Jenna knew either did their best to hide or become model citizens as a way to compensate for their status. Jasmine however seemed to be stuck in her own little world always concerned for others but with her own head in the clouds.

Standing there besides Jasmine though, Jenna wondered if she should be worried about herself instead. Shifting around on her feet, she winced as she felt the heat of the cream flare up inside her rear. Even if she was trying to be tough right now, she really wasn’t looking forward to the moment when they reached the end of the line. Since all students were required to wear a hall pass while on school grounds, with the effects of the cream lasting for the entire day even the simple task of sitting down would become a pain in the rear. Jenna giggled at the pun inside her head.

Before she could think too much about it however, the morning peace was soon ruined by voice from behind them that Jenna recognized at once. Striding up behind them with her two cronies by her side, Mary Lesser stood before them with a smirk on her face. A pure-born, fate just so happened to make her the daughter of Eric Lesser, a representative of the Lower House. Looking down at them, Mary turned her nose up and scrunched her face as if she had found a piece of mud on her shoe.

“Good morning, Jasmine”, said Mary, “How’s life behind your belt”

“Sod off Mary”, said Jenna, “Nobody asked for you here”

“Nobody asked for any Halfies either yet here she is”, said Mary, “I bet the only time she gets to feel anything is when they let her out to wash down there”

“Explains the smell”, said crony number one.

“Yeah”, grunted crony number two.

By law, Half citizens were required to wear chastity belts for their entire lives until they were married to a Full. Even then, the belt would stay on with their partners being given the key. In the case that both partners were Halfs, they would then need to apply for a special exception to the rule. It was a special privilege however meant only for the purposes of reproduction that could be rescinded for the slightest of causes. For this reason, most Halfs tried their best to be everything the perfect citizen. It was a clever tactic meant to add to the population and given the right circumstances produce citizens as well. For most of them though, the status of being belted was a stigma that would stick with them for the rest of their lives. Still, it was a cheap jab and even Mary had to know the value that Halves contributed to restoring the lost population from the war.

“There’s no way that’s true”, said Jenna, “Besides, they have tools for that as well”

“Oh I’m sure you know”, said Mary, “Given how often you’re up her skirt, if I had to guess I bet you two are secretly deviants kissing each other when nobody looks”

“And risk the death penalty?”, Jenna rolled her eyes, “I always knew you were dim but never this bad. Besides, what’s with all the talk about her belt today? Did your father finally get sick of your attitude and put you in one as well?”

Instead of backing down however, Mary only seemed to puff up even more which was impressive, thought Jenna, given how full she normally was of herself.

“My father is the mayor of the town”, said Mary.

“Everybody already knows how stuck up you are”, said Jenna.

“Last night, he even let me have a release”, said Mary.

Mary held her head up high as Jenna blinked in surprise. That, at least, was unexpected. Given that for girls releases were nearly unheard of, for Mary to receive one even as the daughter of the mayor was something Jenna never expected to hear. It must have shown in her voice as well as she heard the two henchmen laughing at her expression behind Mary’s back.

“Really?”, said Jenna in surprise, “A full release?”

“Of course not,” Mary huffed in annoyance, “It was ruined of course, the way a proper lady should take hers. Not that you or the Halfie over there should know. Unless she can snag a nice and proper Full, it’ll be off to the government breeding facilities where they numb you down there every time you get used. I’ve seen it happen when my father took me down there to see the prisoners there so you two better know your place next time I see you or I’ll report you as well”

Mary huffed as she walked off followed closely by her two friends who sneered back at Jenna in the way that only henchmen knew how to do. Jenna sighed as they left pressing her palms against her face as she rolled her eyes in her hands. Besides her, Jasmine peeked at her curiously with an interested look on her face.

“She didn’t really get a release did she”, asked Jasmine.

“I doubt it, not unless she knows something we don’t”, said Jenna, “Even if you’re the valedictorian you’ll be lucky to get it more than once a year. There’s no way her father would just give her one like that out of the blue. Besides, if she goes on bragging about it like that, it’ll just be seen as a sign of corruption and he’ll have his office removed”

The line inched forward and they walked along to keep up. As much as Mary had tried to provoke them however, it wasn’t as if she was doing any better herself. Perhaps it was because she had just got done receiving her hall pass that she was in so bad a mood. For the life of her, Jenna didn’t know why Mary bothered so much with all the stuff about rank and position when she was in the same situation as them. At the end of the day, she still had to wear a hall pass like the rest of them while they were at school. Jenna chatted absentmindedly with Jasmine as they waited for their as well.

Soon, they reached the front of the line before the medical offices and the receptionist at the front split them up directing them into different rooms. Opening the door to the one assigned to her, Jenna blinked in surprise as she saw Mr. Johnson, one of the school’s Purity Officers sitting behind his desk while another girl stood across from him with her face pressed into the corner of the wall. With her school uniform folded in a neat pile at her feet, she was completely naked with both arms placed on top of her head while a vibrator buzzed away between her cheeks shoved deep inside her backdoor. A dozen angry stripes ran across her pale globes as if she had just been punished with an especially painful and tight group clustered together around the area where her buttocks met the sensitive flesh at the top of her thighs. Every now and then as she sobbed in silence, a clear and sticky strand of fluid would drip down from between her legs and fall to join the puddle under her feet. Jenna recognized her as Samantha Cleavens, one of the upperclassmen in the grade above hers. From the way her legs shook, she must have been standing there for quite a while.

Mr. Johnson glanced up with a look of confusion on his face.

“Jenna?”, he said, “I didn’t know you were scheduled for today”

“Sorry, wrong door”, said Jenna.

To save space, the rooms inside the PAC were dual purpose meaning they could be used for the morning Purity Inspection along with punishments as well. Clearly she had walked in during the middle one and Jenna quickly turned to leave before she got caught up in it. Mr. Johnson stopped her however as he glanced over at the tablet on his desk.

“No, it says here you’ve been assigned to this room”, he said, “Guess Mrs. Wilder made a mistake. Well, no worries, if you’re just here for a Purity Inspection then I can get that done for you as well”

He followed her eyes over to where Samantha stood weeping in the corner.

“Oh, don’t mind her”, he said, “She’s just about finished with her detention anyways. Got caught smoking in the locker room after school. Given her record it wasn’t for the first time as well”

Checking his watch, he pressed a button and Samantha breathed out a sigh as the vibrator stopped moving inside her rear. Wincing, she reached back to take it out but Mr. Johnson stopped her before she could.

“Leave it in”, he said, “It’ll help you think about your actions whenever you sit down in class today. You can come by to return it at the end of the day”

With the vibrator still stuck inside her backdoor, Samantha pulled her panties back into place whimpering as the tight fabric around her waist only caused the toy to be further pushed into her rear. Quickly pulling on the rest of her uniform, she opened the door and left. As it closed behind her, Mr. Johnson typed something into his computer and a moment later the printer besides him whirled to life and Jenna watched as it spat out a stack of papers with her name and the NYDI logo at the top of the page.

“Jenna Whitworth, currently enrolled for almost two years now”, said Mr. Johnson, “Default NYDI schedule with zero orgasms so far ruined or otherwise to date. Parents are pretty conservative about the whole thing I see, not that it matters much to me. As long as you’re still pure then I have nothing to worry about”

Jenna said nothing as Mr. Johnson continued to sort through the papers in her file and glancing over at the clock on the wall she wished he would hurry up and get it over with already. It wasn’t as if she had much of a choice but to wait for him to finish though. By law, one of the requirements to attend a publicly funded school like Green Leaf Intermediate was for a student to have their purity still intact. For most teens, this simply meant their parents needed to sign a form once or twice a year stating that it was. For NYDI students like her however, the standards were much higher than the rest. As part of the NYDI program, she was more than just another girl at just another school. She was a role model for the rest and living proof of the future of the world. Thus, every morning as part of her attendance, she was to drop by the PAC for a ‘Purity Inspection’ just so the old geezers in Congress could verify that the thin membrane inside her love tunnel was still in one piece. If there was any worse purpose than that for a girl her age to have her most intimate places spread opened and looked at, Jenna couldn’t imagine what it could be.

“Everything looks to be in order”, said Mr. Johnson, “Let’s get started then”

Jenna hurried to obey, her face turning red as she stripped free of her uniform folding the discarded pieces of clothing into a pile next to the door. Her shame rose even more as she bent down to slide her panties off and kick them to the side. With every inch of her body now naked and exposed, she wrapped her arms around herself shivering while Mr. Johnson snapped on a pair of medical gloves and waited for her to get into position so he could start.

“Arms on top of your head”, he said, “Can’t get a good look if you’re covering up like that”

He pulled her hands away revealing the full length of her thin and slender frame. Taking a deep breath, Jenna laced her fingers together and placed her hands on top of her head as Mr. Johnson reached up to roll each of her nipples between his fingers until they became stiff and hard standing up straight from the center of her breasts. She winced as he shifted his attention outward massaging her with his palms while he felt her shape and size. With her body just beginning to develop, her mounds were more like tiny swells instead, barely noticeable at all with only the smallest hints of something that didn’t even need a bra sticking out of her chest. Still, even if there wasn’t much for him to hold it still felt uncomfortable to be touched like this especially with her nipples still sore from the growth.

After a minute or two, he let go and Jenna breathed a sigh of relief when he finally let her go only to immediately regret it afterwards when he reached down to touch her between her legs. With his hands on either side of her crotch, she found a spot on the wall behind him and forced herself to stare at it as she felt her flower being opened. A thumb pressed down at the top of her slit and Jenna shivered from both hot and cold at the same time as her hood was peeled back to expose the sensitive bean hidden underneath. No longer constrained by its tight folds of flesh, the tiny little nub expanded upward and out of her body quivering as it strained against the open air.

“Stiff with moderate excitement”, said Mr. Johnson “Wetness and swelling of the labia within nominal range. Have you been edged or punished today?”

“Yes sir”, said Jenna.

“Describe it please”, said Mr. Johnson.

“I was edged for twenty minutes before I came to school”, said Jenna, “I failed to restrain myself twice and was spanked as a punishment. Afterwards, my mother used some repentance cream in my rear”

“I see, I’ll be gentle today with the pass then”, said Mr. Johnson.

He wrote something down on her chart and reached back between her legs. For the next few minutes, Jenna held her breath as Mr. Johnson continued to play with her clit pressing down around the bean as it reacted under the touch of his hand. Only after he was satisfied that she was properly aroused and ready for the inspection did he pull away and guide her towards a spot set in the center of the room.

With her heart beating in her chest, Jenna walked over and placed her feet into the outlines set before her on the floor. Different numbers were marked at set intervals along the floor corresponding to the class of the student and Jenna lined herself up with the number eight that was her school term. Bending over, she did the same with her hands placing them in on the same numbered marker a feet or so in front of her as well. Bent over at the waist with the weight of her body on her arms and legs, her bottom was then forced high into the air with her back arched in such a way that nothing was hidden from view. With no way to cover up in such a position, Jenna shivered as she felt every bit of her private places exposed to the cold open air. Mr. Johnson stepped behind her to set something up and her thoughts raced as she tried to look back to see what he was doing. Despite the fact that she had done this hundreds of times before, it still made her nervous every time she had to pose like this and she blushed as she thought about the view she was giving the officer from behind.

“Cough”, said Mr. Johnson.

Jenna coughed and a camera flashed from behind her as it took a picture of her virgin flower from between her spread legs. Bent over like this, she was in the perfect position for it to capture every single detail as well.

“Good, hymen is still intact”, said Mr. Johnson, “Let’s go for another one just in case”

He instructed her to cough again and the camera snapped another picture of her rear. Nothing was hidden from view as the light scattered off the wetness clinging to her parted lips along with the pink membrane of her chastity peeping out of her love tunnel inside. Above, her tight anus was just visible in the frame half hidden in between her parted cheeks as it twitched in response to her shame. The camera snapped one more photo before Mr. Johnson helped her back up turning her around for a shot from the front as well.

The worst was yet to come though. For the final shot, Jenna had to lay on the examination table in the room with her legs folded up and to the side so her knees rested at her side while her bottom was pushed over the edge. Being very careful to keep her hands outside the imaginary no-touch zone between her legs, she held herself open gripping the area on the inside of her thigh. The camera zoomed in first between her labia before moving on to her backdoor as it captured the view of both her most secret places spread open and on display. For Jenna, to say that it was the most embarrassing thing she had ever done was an understatement and by the time it was over her face was well beyond the color of her intimate parts below.

The pictures were for a good reason though and served as proof of her purity to the school. Standing up, Mr. Johnson pulled the memory card out and inserted it into the computer besides him. Turning her head, Jenna saw a closeup of herself fill the screen with her hymen just visible inside the tunnel of her virgin hole. She blushed as she saw her backdoor clenched up below as she tried in desperation to hide it from view.

Mr. Johnson clicked a button and a loading bar popped up on the screen as the images began to upload themselves to the school database for storage. From the day she joined the NYDI program, all the records of her previous purity inspections were stored there as well. Alongside her school ID, thousands of other images were recorded under her name with her standing on the various positions she just held. A few special ones were stored in a separate folder as well showing the punishments she received while at school. Most of the times, they just showed her bent over the back of a chair while she was being spanked or standing in the corner afterwards with her punished bottom spread open and a punishment plug in her backdoor.

One especially painful one however showed her sitting in a chair with the front cut out to form a semicircular seat, her legs tied to the legs to show her exposed slit along with the plug in her rear. Below her, a mechanical arm reached back with a strap ready to spring up and strike her along the length of her slit while she howled in pain, tears pouring down her face at the torment of having her most secret place punished in such a cruel way. Even after so long, Jenna still hadn’t forgotten the pain of that day and afterwards when she got home how she had laid on her bed and cried long into the night. That had been the only time as well that her parents took pity on her and left her arms free while she slept. There had been little danger in the decision as well with the soreness between her legs from the severity of the punishment making masturbation the last thing on her mind.

As the last of the images were uploaded, Jenna prepared herself for the final step of the inspection. Climbing down from the table, she bent over the edge of the desk and reached back to spread herself while Mr. Johnson removed a device from a box in his drawer. Coating the tip with a generous layer of lubrication, he pressed the hall pass against her anus pressing down until the widest part of the instrument slid past her ring. Jenna gasped as the movement of her body drew the rest of the hall pass inside.

“Relax, the less you fight it the easier it’ll go in”, said Mr. Johnson.

Shaped like a small plug, the hall pass was a sophisticated device meant to track her attendance at school. Along with the usual sensors built in to prevent improper removal, the pass also contained a tracking device that could record whether she arrived in class on time. At set intervals, it would also vibrate gently as a reminder of the next class period in replacement of the school bells used so long ago. Punishments were also built in as well with electrical shocks and strong vibrations if she fell asleep in class. In this way, with every student at the school wearing one much time was saved in class adding to the amount of material that could be taught.

As Mr. Johnson seated the plug inside her, a mechanical voice announced out to the room as it began its calibration.

“Beginning Initiation, Student: Jenna Whitworth, School Term: Eight, Adjusting to Appropriate Levels”

The plug turned on and began to vibrate as it performed its startup calculations. As she waited for it to finish, Jenna resisted the urge to squeeze her legs together against the sensation in her rear gritting her teeth against the sparks of pleasure flying up inside her head. With the plug moving through a series of patterns and her fluids flowing down the inside of her thighs, every bit of stimulation only pushed her close to the edge. Even without the punishment that would activate if she couldn’t hold it in though, she didn’t want to hit the barrier that would activate the blocking device in her womb and have it recorded for Mr. Johnson to see. Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore though, the plug shut off and she held on with the last bit of her strength to prevent her legs from giving out.

Jenna breathed out a sigh of relief. The frustration of not being allowed to finish was still there but at least she didn’t have to suffer through the embarrassment of having the orgasm blocker in her womb activate from a hall pass in her rear. She closed her legs and stood back up wincing at the unspent heat left inside her. Mr. Johnson gave her a pat on her bottom as he helped her walk over to where her clothes lay discarded on a chair.

“Alright, you’re all set now”, he said, “You better hurry though, class starts soon”

With her limbs still trembling, Jenna gathered herself together and bent over to pick up her uniform with the heavy sensation of the hall pass weighing down on her in her rear. As she pulled her clothes back into place, she adjusted her panties to prevent them from rubbing against her still stiff clit. The plug vibrated once in her rear telling her she first period was about to start and that she would be late. Opening the door, Jenna stepped out into the hall and made her way to class.

Despite what she just went through, her day had just begun to start.

Chapter 4 since her encounter with Mary on Monday, the rest of the week passed without incident save for the usual troubles that came with being NYDI teen. Given her past performance at staying out of trouble, this came to Jenna as something of a pleasant surprise. Of course, she still had her morning exercises at home along with the usual examinations at school, but besides that and the usual tossing and turning at night, things seemed to go by quite well. Even when she forgot to bring her math homework to school, Mr. Godel, the math teacher, had simply warned her not to do it again.

“Just send it to me online when you get home, Ms. Whitworth,” he said, “Though next time, it’ll be straight over the back of a chair with your panties down around your knees.”

To say that she was in trouble was an understatement. Known as one of the meanest teachers in the entire school, the old math instructor looked like he had run headfirst into a wall twenty years ago with his face having stayed the same since then. Besides in just his mathematical proofs, his reputation for strictness was matched only by his hatred of incompleteness. It was rare for the day to pass without a single student being punished in his class. Rumor even had it that he had close connections with the members of the school board, a special paddle having been hung above his door for him to use on the students himself.

If it had been any other teacher then Jenna might have taken her chances and begged, but the moment she was called to stand up, she had given up all hope. Thus, standing there before him in the classroom, she had been more than surprised when he let her go with only a warning and not much else. Already, her hands were starting to move behind her back in preparation to lift her skirt up and out of the way. It was only after a full minute of standing there and showing off her naked bottom to the entire class that she finally realized she had been spared. With a blushing red face, she returned to her seat, stumbling over herself the entire way as she tried to pull her panties back up into place.

It was embarrassing of course, but not so embarrassing that she would rather take a thrashing over it instead. Like all things though, the good times couldn’t last forever. Every silver lining had its cloud, as the saying went, and whatever good fortune she had that week seemed to vanish the moment the weekend hit. Distracted as she was, it wasn’t until Saturday morning that she woke up and realized that her Purity Assessment was scheduled for the same day.

In the early morning light of a brand-new weekend, Jenna woke up with a groan. Slamming her eyes back shut, she held her breath and pinched both her cheeks until her face and fingers hurt. No matter how hard she pressed down, her stubborn body refused to wake up again.

“Jenna? Are you still in bed? We’re going to be late you know,” the voice of her mother called from downstairs.

“Go away mom, I’m sleeping,” said Jenna, “And besides, I think I’m sick today.”

The sound of footsteps echoed out on the stairs and then a second later, her mother was inside her room with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face. Doing her best to not draw the covers up around herself, Jenna gulped as she tried to avoid her mother’s stare. For a moment, she allowed herself to believe the trick had worked. If it did though, it would have been a minor miracle given the number of times she had tried the exact same excuse before. All too soon, reality came seeping back in again as her mother crossed her arms and sighed. Well, it was always worth a try.

“You’ve been saying that every month now for the past two years,” said her mother

“Yeah, but I think I’m sick for real this time,” said Jenna.

“Get dressed, I’ll be waiting in the car,” said her mother, “You have five minutes before I come back and drag you out of bed myself.”

The unsaid threat of a punishment was not lost in the air. The moment her mother left, Jenna scrambled out of bed. Grabbing the nearest set of clean clothes she could find, she hurried to pull on a fresh pair of socks before sliding her skirt up into place. In her haste, her hand brushed a little too close to the imaginary no-touch zone between her legs and sensing the movement, the anti-masturbation sensor inside her turned on. Immediately, he pulled her hand away but by then it was already too late.

Jenna froze as the device activated, pulsing inside her as it began to measure the state of her ‘sin’. Ever since she joined the NYDI program, it was like this every morning she got dressed. If her hand wandered even one centimeter too far, she would be reprimanded with a punishment for her mistake. Thankfully, the device must have sensed that she was dry enough that morning to not warrant too much and after thirty or so seconds of corrective vibrations, it turned back off. Taking extra care now to not place her hands where they didn’t belong, Jenna pulled a blue shirt over her head to complete her outfit before hurrying out to the car. Her mother looked up at her from behind the steering wheel as she closed the door.

“Just on time. Ready to go?” asked her mother.

“No,” said Jenna.

“Too late, we’re leaving,” said her mother.

Sitting in the backseat of the car, Jenna slumped down in her seat, determined to sulk the entire day. No matter what she did however, the feeling in her stomach only grew worse as they pulled up onto the highway. From here on out, it would be a half hour drive to their destination at the Little Oak Morality Clinic, a pediatric clinic for teens like her. Sitting there and staring out the window, even going in for a sixth day at school almost seemed preferable to being where she was now.

As a NYDI teen, she was required by law to take a Purity Assessment once a month until she became an adult at the legal age of twenty-one. Every time she went however, she became more and more convinced that it was less an assessment and more a secret form of torture left over from the dark days of the war. Cruel and unusual wouldn’t even begin to describe it, and the NYDI program had given her plenty of opportunities to experience what that was like. Even when compared to even her regular NYDI exercises at home, it was much worse by far though she loathed to even make the comparison in her head. Were it not for the fact that it also served as her only avenue of relief, she didn’t know if she could stand going at all.

Within the context of the NYDI program, the assessment fulfilled two main purposes. First, it served as a primary method for evaluating program results. As teens in the early stages of puberty are often the most vulnerable to sin, such methods are vital to identifying problems early on and correcting them before it becomes too late. Through modifying the number of inspections, frequency of rewards, and even the types of punishments involved, a customized approach could then be used to best fit each teen.

The second goal deals with the negative effects of the program. As many restrictions exist within the NYDI program to limit the effects of sin, it is common for stress to build in developing teens as a result. Combined with the near universal ban on masturbation and self-pleasure, adverse behaviors are then liable to appear. To prevent a total mental breakdown, it was discovered early on in the program that a method of relief was still needed. In addition to measuring the positive results of the program, the monthly assessment also served as an evaluation to determine if this was the case.

If deemed appropriate, NYDI teens were eligible to receive a limited and controlled ‘release’ every now and then as a reward for good behavior. However, because of their addictive nature, any releases given in such a way are required by law to have their pleasures intentionally reduced. In this regard, ruined orgasms were the perfect solution as they limited the pleasures that could be felt while still fulfilling the physical requirements of a climax.

For female teens, a single ruined orgasm once a year was considered enough though in many cases, especially near the start of puberty, girls often went much longer without. It was enough to make Jenna jealous of the boys in her class who received releases on a much more frequent basis, though that didn’t always mean they got the better end of the deal. While the regular release of semen was a medical necessity to prevent the onset of certain diseases, more often than not all they got was a simple prostate milking that left them without any pleasure at all. More lenient parents would at least give them a stroke or two along their shaft before they started but from what she heard, the sensation of having two months’ worth of pent-up frustration slowly dribbling without any pleasure at all out was on par with a ruined orgasm itself.

“Are we there yet”, asked Jenna.

Immediately, she regretted opening her mouth.

“Eager now, are we?”, said her mother.

“No, I just… I don’t want to go,” said Jenna.

Her mother glanced back at her from the front of the car and Jenna shrank down further in her seat for what it was worth. Every time she had to go in for her Purity Assessment, everything about her body always felt strange starting from the day before. It was as if her nerves grew more and more sensitive the closer they got to the clinic until even her clothes became too hot and uncomfortable for her to wear. Jenna took a deep breath to calm herself down, trying to ignore the way her seat pressed up against her back and her legs. Her mother looked back again with a worried look on her face.

“What’s the matter with you?” said she said, “You act like this every single time.”

“I-… can we just go home?” said Jenna, “It just feels so empty inside every time they say no.”

While each assessment she went to always had a theoretical non-zero chance of a release, that didn’t mean getting it was easy. In fact, ever since she started the program, she had never been approved even once in her life. Besides a dozen other minor variables, two main requirements needed to be met. First, her parents would need to give their consent as her sexual guardians for her to have one. Second, she would need to obtain a written note from the doctors stating that a climax, were it to be granted, would leave no negative impact upon her mental development and be beneficial to her health. Only in the case that both these requirements were met would she be allowed a release.

It seemed that despite all the attempts the government made to correct the mistakes from the century before, the sin of bureaucracy still remained. After the first dozen times of having her hopes turned away, Jenna had almost given up all hope now. Combined with her daily edgings bent over the kitchen table along with the effects of the EstrusUp cream every night, the frustration was driving her near insane.

Sitting in the back of the car, she pressed her legs together and wished for the day to end. The sooner she could get the assessment done with, the sooner she could forget about how much she wanted a release. She brushed the thoughts from her mind however before her mother could pick up on it and turned back to stare out the window. They drove on in silence for another while before her mother finally spoke up again.

“You know, I don’t think it’ll be that far off,” said her mother.

“For what?” said Jenna.

“Your first time, I mean,” said her mother, “You’re already in intermediate school now so I figured we should start planning for it. Maybe we can start the submission process at the end of your third year.”

“But that’s over a year and a half away,” said Jenna.

Her mother stared at her with a dismissive look through the rear-view mirror and Jenna glared back at the reflection of her mother’s face. She had the advantage there though as her mother was soon forced to look back at the road. Still, even if she had won the battle, that didn’t mean she had won the war.

“Don’t be silly,” said her mother, “From what I’ve read, most girls don’t even get their first one until they’re in their second year of upper school. Even then, we’ll still have to use plenty of numbing cream since it’ll be your first one.”

It was one of the things outlined in the NYDI handbook that Jenna had almost forgotten about. She remembered reading over the section when she first joined, but with everything new to her at that time she hadn’t given it much thought and it had slipped from her mind. Like all NYDI girls, a heavy application of numbing cream was required one hour prior to the first orgasm of her life. On top of the orgasm being ruined as well, this was done to minimize the chances of corruption.

“Well, either way, your father and I have decided to look into it soon so you might be in for a nice Christmas present this year,” said her mother.

That would be a bit under five months from now. There was nothing more said after that, and nothing needed to be said to convey what the atmosphere was like in the car. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Jenna realized she should be happy but regardless of how hard she tried, she was unable to feel any joy. The approval process took quite some time so if even if they started now, it would probably take more than a few months to receive a response. If they waited until Christmas at the end of the year, the earliest she could receive a release was probably at around the same time next year. Jenna resumed staring out the window again, the heaviness of what was to come weighing on her mind.

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Like most other things built in the new age, the Little Oak Morality Clinic was a shining example of modern steel, glass, and concrete that seemed to tower above all else like a shining beacon of light. Stopping before the structure, Jenna shielded her eyes and looked up at the symbol of the Party placed on top. From the center of a circle a lidless eye stared down at her, unblinking from its place at the top of a pyramid. A security camera sat beside it, the mirror lens pointed down towards her as well. Whoever put it there must have had a pretty twisted sense of humor.

“Come on Jenna, stop dawdling,” said her mother.

Her mother pulled her forward again and together they climbed up the steps that lead up to the entrance. As they stepped into the lobby, a nurse glanced up from behind the front desk with a cheery expression on her face. Written on the tag of her uniform name ‘Halsey’ with a yellow smiley face placed at the end. Immediately, Jenna recognized her at once from the last exam she had at the clinic. Ducking behind her mother, she hid herself out of sight.

“Hello Jenna,” said Halsey.

“Hello Nurse Halsey,” mumbled Jenna.

Jenna peered out from behind her mother’s back only to be greeted by the same cheerful expression from before. No matter how often she looked, Halsey always seemed to have the same smile on her face. Given what they were here for, the implications were too awful to think about. What type of person took pleasure in watching young teens barely past the cusp of puberty get denied their release?

“We’re here to see Dr. Hardik for an 11 o’clock appointment”, said her mother.

“Of course,” said Halsey, “Is this for Jenna’s monthly assessment?”

“Yes,” said her mother, “Hopefully the results are better this time.”

From past experience, Jenna knew they almost never were.

The screen in front of Halsey flickered as she typed something into the keyboard and a moment later, a list of names popped up on the screen. She selected the one at the top, and a moment later the printer besides her whirled to life as it spat out a stack of documents. Jenna looked over and briefly saw her name written across the top before the nurse snatched them up and placed them into a folder with several other records as well. Her mother took them with an open hand.

“Thank you,” said her mother.

From start to finish, the entire check in process took perhaps less than a minute though the efficiency didn’t come without a cost. After the revolution, one of the first things the Party did was to nationalize the privacy of all personal information for governmental use. The first time Jenna read about it, she had been horrified to no end. From the top of her head to the tip of her toes, from the day she was born everything about her life had been carefully collected and stored away for future use. Her name, birthday, medical records, insurance information, where she lived, and even the number of orgasms she had in her life was recorded there for everyone to see.

Most people seemed to simply accept it as a fact of life. As unnerving as that sounded though, it at least made for a good source of jokes. Sometimes, not even her father was immune.

After graduating from college, a young woman applies for a job at the Public Guard. Since the competition was very high, she decides to wear a revealing set of underwear to the interview in hopes of gaining an edge. After several hours of waiting, she finally finds herself alone in the room with the hiring manager. Just as she starts to take off her clothes however, the manager stops her. There’s no need, he said, we already have the record of you putting them on today and black isn’t really my color. If you wear red tomorrow though, I can put you in for a spot after lunch.

The first time he told the joke at the dinner table, her mother had glared at him something awful. Having just started her first year of the NYDI program at that time, Jenna had laughed along with glee. She ended up paying for her ‘unladylike behavior’ later that night though with a double dose of EstrusUp cream as penance, one up her backdoor where it usually went and the other smeared liberally across the little bump at the top of her slit. Despite being unable to sleep a single wink that night, the sense of liberation she felt made it worth it in the end.

In the meantime, Halsey pointed down the hall towards the waiting room at the end.

“You can fill these out in the waiting room,” said Halsey, “It’s just some general information for the doctor about the patient’s NYDI schedule. I’ll give the doctor a call, he should be with you shortly.”

Together, Jenna followed her mother down the hall until they entered a large room placed to the side. Several other NYDI teens were already waiting there ahead of them, spread out across the few dozen or so chairs placed around the room. Making her way towards the back, Jenna took a seat in the corner hoping that nobody would see her as she sat down. Most of the other teens were a few years older than her, their bodies already starting to fill out though a few seemed to be around her own age. Regardless of how little or how well they were developed though, they all seemed to be just as uncomfortable as she was, shifting around in their seats as if unable to sit still. The reason was obvious, but Jenna refused to let herself think about why. The less she paid attention to such things, the faster the day would end.

The posters placed around the room weren’t helping much in that regard. A large screen hung on the wall across from her and Jenna watched as several advertisements for the NYDI program appeared.

On one, a boy young enough to not have any body hair stood in front of a colored background, his body completely bare except for a steel chastity cage between his legs. Facing the viewer with his hands on his hips and a smile on his face, he puffed his chest up with pride, a broken key snapped in half hanging from a chain around his neck. Call 1-800-lockitaway, the advertisement proclaimed, wet dreams, accidental spills, we’ll ensure it stops today. The ones following afterwards weren’t any better.

In the next ad, a girl in her early teens stood nude in the middle of the screen. Facing away, she bent over and looked back at the viewer as she spread her cheeks apart. While normally this would have placed her most intimate places on display, a strip of black tape had been placed strategically down the center of her vulva to keep her delicate slit hidden from view. It stopped just short of her backdoor however leaving her anus uncovered in the center of her rear. Written on both sides of her buttocks in sharpie was the slogan ‘Anal Only: Keep Yourself Pure’ with arrows running inwards towards the hole in question. For the final touch, the marker itself was pushed halfway inside, the cap end sticking out at an angle as the girl clenched down to keep it from slipping back out.

Jenna closed her legs together even more. She glanced over to see if her mother was watching but she was too busy filling out the forms to even look up at the screen. The advertisement ended, and Jenna breathed out a sigh of relief as the regular program resumed. The last thing she needed was for her parents to get any new ideas. Given how much they already supported her being in the program, she was fortunate to not be on an advertisement of her own.

After another couple of minutes minute or so that felt more like ten, the door to the room opened and a man stepped inside. Dressed in the classic white robes of a doctor, he looked up from the clipboard he was holding to scan the room.

“Jenna?” said Dr. Hardik.

For a moment, Jenna wondered what would happen if she didn’t respond. It didn’t matter in the end though as her mother responded for her. Placing the documents back into the folder, her mother stood up from her seat.

“Right here,” she said.

Left with no choice, Jenna stood up as well and followed the doctor into the interior of the clinic. As they passed by the various examination rooms set along either side of the hallway, she turned her head to look inside. In each one a NYDI teen sat in various states of undress, the door held completely open to allow anyone who was passing by to see what was going on. A boy the same age as her looked up as she walked past, his face burning bright red as she saw the prostate massager inserted up his rectum. Still wearing his chastity cage, he whined as a small drop of fluid slowly leaked out from the opening at the tip, the milky white strand stretching on for what seemed like an eternity before it finally fell into a waiting test tube below. The doctor besides him smiled as she worked the massager around to better press against his prostate. Jenna looked away and walked faster.

Her own turn came shortly afterwards. Turning the corner, the Dr. Hardik ushered her into a similar room and Jenna waited while her mother took a seat in the corner. Opening up a cabinet, the doctor handed her a hospital gown and waved for her to get undressed. Despite the fact that she had done this dozens of times before by now, Jenna felt the blood rushing to her face. The exam hadn’t even started yet and already she was starting to feel self-conscious. The door remained open behind her, and the doctor made no move to close it.

“Clothes off please,” said Dr. Hardik, “Underwear as well.”

Hesitating for as long as she dared, Jenna set the hospital gown aside. With no other way to delay, she reached down to pull her clothes off before sliding her panties down her legs. No matter how the exam went, she always disliked this part the most. It was one thing to be undressed by someone else but the shame of having to do it herself somehow always felt worse. As she felt the cold air of the room blowing over her now naked body, she shivered as she reached for the gown. With the amount of skin it ended up covering, it was almost worse than wearing nothing at all. Even after tying the strings together behind her back, the fabric was so short that it barely covered the parts that mattered the most. In the front, only a single spare inch was to hang below the top of her thighs while the entire lower half of her bottom was left on display. If she tried to pull the fabric down in either direction, the other side only grew worse.

“Any questions before we start?” said Dr. Hardik.

Jenna looked over to her mother who shook her head. As the doctor snapped on a pair of medical gloves, Jenna felt her mouth go dry.

“Just some minor questions about Jenna’s development. We can wait until she’s done though,” said her mother.

The exam started off the way it always did. Stand up, squat down, lift her gown to let the doctor look at her chest, it was like an endless routine of the simplest and yet most humiliating exercises in the world. Were it not for mind numbing medical efficiency the doctor used, Jenna had no idea how she could bear it at all. One moment she was opening her mouth to stick out her tongue and in the next moment the doctor was spreading her between her legs. Every time she felt his fingers brush up against the sensitive pink folds of her flesh inside, she wanted to turn around and run. Despite what her instincts told her though, she did as she was told and held still like a specimen under a microscope. It wasn’t until the doctor stepped away to pull out a chair that Jenna felt her stomach drop for real. Sitting down in it, he waved for her to come over.

“Don’t worry, I promise it won’t hurt at all,” he said.

That wasn’t the problem at all and a part of her almost wished it would hurt instead. Still, it wasn’t as if she had a choice. Stepping forward, Jenna bent down to lay herself across his lap. As the doctor lifted the back of her gown up and out of the way, she felt her cheeks bring spread open and then the cold touch of lubrication as it fell down on the exposed center of her rear. Then, a finger pushed inside her to spread it around, thrusting in and out of her for a minute or so before drawing back out. Satisfied that she was relaxed enough to continue, the doctor reached behind her to take an instrument off the wall and Jenna felt something round press up against her backdoor.

“Ready?” asked Dr. Hardik.

“No,” said Jenna.

“I’ll go slowly. On the count of three,” said the doctor, “One… two… three…”

By the standards of the NYDI program, the procedure was a relatively simple and unobtrusive one though that did nothing to alleviate the dread that Jenna felt. Like every other NYDI girl, an anti-masturbation device had been inserted into her womb the moment she joined the program to keep her pure. Besides its main purpose of stopping her from defiling herself however, it also functioned as a full body sensor from within. By intercepting the various electrical signals running through her nerves, it could also build an accurate report of her current physical and mental state. Not only was this helpful in determining if she was trying to masturbate, changes in the data could also be recorded over time as a measurement of her development.

However, one small problem remained. As the device was located in her womb, a wireless method of connection was needed. For most women, this could be done by inserting a probe close enough to the opening of the cervix but as she was still a virgin, this was not an option. Fortunately for her, the area separating the device from her rectal cavity was thin enough for a signal to pass through.

At around five or six inches in length and three quarters of an inch across, the probe resembled a bulbous rod made from several round spheres linked together end to end. A handle formed the base of the tool with a thick wire that ran out to a monitor sitting to the side. Various graphs and medical counters flickered up onto the screen there as the doctor turned it on. Then, he began to press the tip of the instrument inside.

Each bead grew progressively larger the closer they were to the handle, and it took some time for her to take the entire thing. Biting down on her lips, Jenna felt her backdoor opening up around the first one, her muscles stretching around the widest point before their natural reaction drew the rest of it inside.

Jenna forced herself to keep still as the doctor proceeded to work the second bead into her next. The first time she went through the procedure after joining the NYDI program, she had screamed and kicked the entire way through. After fighting her for a full fifteen minutes, the doctor back then had simply given up and tied her down to a machine instead. The resulting exam had taken twice as long as usual as the machine proceeded to run through its full programming before letting her go. Afterwards, she was too exhausted to even care that the results of the exam were a definite ‘no’. Since then, she learned very quickly the second time around that the more she cooperated, the faster the procedure would be.

The third bead slid into her, and then the fourth. Drawing the probe out, the doctor thrust it in and out of her a few more times before finally slipping the fifth and last bead inside. With the entire length of the probe now buried deep inside her backdoor, Jenna felt her insides clamp down on the foreign object as if trying to keep it in place. The machine next to her beeped as it registered a connection and the doctor looked over at the monitor. Among the various numbers flashing on the screen, two graphs stood out of the rest keeping track of her heart rate and how close she was to the edge. As Jenna watched, the red line moved upward a little to slightly above the average level. The pink line stayed still at a constant thirty or so percent.

“Does it hurt?” asked Dr. Hardik.

“N-… no,” said Jenna.

Double checking the connection, the doctor nodded and turned a switch. Then, the entire world turned upside down. With the calibrations complete, the machine sent a signal down the wire and into the base of the probe. A moment later, a soft hum filled the room as the built-in vibrator turned on and began to buzz.

“Oooohhhhhhh-…”

Laying there across the doctor’s lap with what was effectively a large dildo stuffed up her rear, it was the only thing she could manage to say. With her body just starting to go through the early stages of puberty along with the hormones that came with it, the sudden stimulation hit her like a blow to the head. The fact that she hadn’t had a release in almost two years wasn’t doing her much help either. Her entire body flexed as her hips rose in an attempt to escape the torture in her rear. No matter how hard she tried to struggle however, the doctor kept her pinned down to his lap with his hands. After another minute or so of fruitless effort, Jenna gave up. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to relax around the vibrations in her rear.

“Good girl,” said Dr. Hardik.

He pat her head with one hand, stroking her hair while he kept her still with his other hand. Jenna fought against the urge to squeeze her legs together while the probe buzzed away inside her. She felt each of the individual beads moving inside her as they scraped up against the walls of her rear. The doctor adjusted the prove and reached over to turn the controls on the machine. The numbers on the screen flickered as vibrations increased in strength.

“P-… please, not so fast,” begged Jenna.

The doctor resumed patting her head as she tried to adjust to the increased stimulation.

“Just bear with it, it’ll be over soon,” said Dr. Hardik.

The pink line on the graph jumped up even more as he turned the power up another click. With each tick of the line, data passed from the sensor in her body to the tip of the probe in real-time. Until the exam was finished, she would have no choice but to endure. Near the top of the graph, the pink line crept closer and closer to the bar at the top that marked the automated shutoff limit of the machine. Past that, the danger of an orgasm was too great and could potentially corrupt the results. Below that however, the machine would keep a careful track of her every reaction as she was edged. The longer she lasted, the higher her final score at the end would be.

In all the exams that she had taken, Jenna had never made it past the fifteen-minute mark that was the minimum requirement to be eligible for a chance at release. Most of her exercises at home always ended with a failure to hold herself back at ten and that was just with her mother’s finger on her clit. With months of pent-up frustration built up inside and what amounted to a giant industrial strength vibrator currently buzzing away in her rear, she had little hope for a release today. As the doctor turned the vibrations up one more level, Jenna cried out as she felt her body finally gave in.

“I’m cumming!” she cried.

The moment her walls started to contract however, the machine shut off and the probe went dead in her rear. Jenna cried as her orgasm was suddenly and abruptly denied. Her hips jerked up in a desperate attempt to seek out the final bit of stimulation she needed but the doctor held her down with a strong hand. With years of experience in administering such exams, he waited a full minute for her to cool back down before he started to pull the probe out of her rear. As the instrument slipped out of her rear, Jenna felt each of the beads stretching and stimulating her one last time as they left. She bit down on her lips to stop the tears from coming out.

Finally, it was over.

Taking his hand off her back, the doctor helped her back up. Standing up in the middle of the room, Jenna sniffed as she smoothed her gown back down into place to cover herself up. As the heat of her denied orgasm slowly started to subside, she once again became aware of the open door behind her as people walked past her in the hall. Dimly, she wondered how many people had seen her bent over the doctor’s lap while she was taking the exam.

Besides her, the machine churned out a report and Dr. Hardik looked over to the screen. He turned to her mother still sitting in her seat in the corner.

“Eleven minutes and forty-nine seconds. Still under fifteen though she’s doing better than where she was last year. How long are her exercises at home?” he asked.

Her mother handed over the folder she had been holding.

“I make her do twenty minutes each day before she goes to school,” she said.

“It might help to increase it to half an hour instead. Get her used to being edged for a longer period of time,” said Dr. Hardik.

Taking the documents out of the folder, he scrawled his signature near the bottom in an illegible mess that Jenna could barely even read. Then, taking out his seal, he stamped it across the top and handed the documents back. Marked in giant red letters across it was a single word.

DENIED

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After that, the rest of the trip passed by without any other major events. After getting dressed again, Jenna followed her mother back out to the lobby. They checked out at the front desk again and with a cheery farewell from Nurse Halsey, they left through the front entrance and walked out to the car. Sitting down in the backseat, Jenna squirmed as she felt the wetness inside her panties cling to her bare skin. She would have to take a shower when she got home.

“There, that wasn’t so bad, wasn’t it?” said her mother.

“I guess so,” said Jenna.

The same scenery passed by only in reverse this time as they drove back home. Looking out the window, Jenna watched the clinic slowly disappeared into the distance behind them. They rounded a corner, and then it vanished entirely. In another month they would come to visit again but until then, her normal life as a NYDI teen was back once more. As they drove up onto the ramp that led to the highway, Jenna turned forward in her seat to look at the shops passing by. One of them caught her eye.

“Mom, can we go get some ice cream?”, she asked.

Her mother smiled from the front of the car. Flicking on the turn signal, she began to pull over to the right side of the road.

“Why not,” said her mother, “I think you’ve earned a treat for being such a good girl today.”

A little while later, they were back on the road again though this time with two ice cream cones definitely not making a mess on the floor of the car. As Jenna licked the melted chocolate off her hands, she started to feel a little better than before. The heat of the fire still burned inside, but coldness of the dessert helped to calm it down. Staring out through the window at the passing cars, for a moment, it seemed that the clouds had just a little bit more silver in them than they had before. Then, the sun dipped behind one of them and in the next moment it was gone. Little by little, she had somehow survived for another day.

Chapter 5

It was another mind-numbing, brain cell killing, no good day at school again. Sitting down at the lunch table, Jenna stared down at her plate.

“It’s just not fair,” said Jenna.

She blinked and picked at the food, her appetite even more non-existent than usual. Arranged in front of her in what used to be a delicious array was a collection of fruits, vegetables, meats, and freshly baked bread, the very best of what the government owned farms out in the countryside had to offer. Now though, after a dozen or so minutes of being shuffled around, the arrangement resembled nothing more than a mess. Little Oak Intermediate was by no means a poor school, but no matter how healthy the lunches were, trying to eat with something stuck up her rear was next to impossible. Jenna stabbed a peach slice and watched as the juices leaked out to run down her fork. The fruit slid off to land back on top of her plate.

Besides her, Jasmine nibbled halfheartedly at a cracker with her bowl of beef stew set aside. Halfway through, she gave up and set the cracker down.

“Why do we have to wear them, but the boys don’t,” complained Jenna.

“Don’t they have to wear a chastity-…” asked Jasmine.

“We do too!” said Jenna, “Why do we have to do both?”

Strictly speaking that wasn’t entirely true, but Jenna was too annoyed at the moment to care. Out of them both, only Jasmine as a Half citizen was required to wear a chastity belt wherever she went. In comparison, having been born as a Full citizen by birth, Jenna was exempt from that particular law. As fortunate as that was however, none of it changed the fact that as girls, they both still had to wear plugs in their bottoms while they were at school.

Jenna shifted in her seat, and for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, she felt the plug she was wearing push deeper into her rear. Whoever thought it was a good idea to have all the chairs at school made out of stiff plastic was definitely a sadist. Paying attention in class was already hard enough without the feeling of being filled back there. Now she couldn’t even eat her lunch in peace.

She stabbed down with her fork again, this time spearing a piece of carrot to hold up in the air. As the rosemary cream sauce flowed down to gather into a white droplet that hung from the end, she put the utensil back down. White, why did all the sauces have to be thick and white? At best, the heaviness of the cream made the food hard to eat on an empty stomach. At worst, it reminded her of something else she would rather not think about. As she looked over to the boy’s side of the room, Jenna couldn’t help but feel a sense of jealousy. Of course, it was only natural that they all got their pent-up prostates milked once a month while she had to sit here in denial and with a plug up her rear. Compared to being slowly stimulated and edged all day, just having to wear a chastity cage without anything else didn’t feel fair.

Fortunately, she didn’t have to suffer for much longer.

After a few more agonizing minutes of picking at her food, the sound of the bell rescued her from her torment. At least it would have, had it existed. Instead, Jenna tensed up as she felt the plug in her backdoor vibrate three times in short succession. Standing up from her seat at the table, she carried her plate over to the trash and dumped the contents inside. Jasmine up followed behind her, and after washing their hands they left to join the rest of the students out in the hall.

“You know, I feel bad wasting all this food,” said Jasmine.

“I’m sure the gardening club appreciates the extra compost,” said Jenna.

“Wouldn’t that affect the famine though?” said Jasmine.

Hearing that, Jenna couldn’t help but scoff. As smart as Jasmine was, sometimes she could be a bit slow.

“They’ve been showing the exact same footage on TV for the last five years, you know,” said Jenna.

The lockers were one floor up, and together they climbed the stairs to get to them before the next period began. Pushing her way through the crowd, Jenna made her way down the hall until she reached the familiar row of metal frames set up against the wall. She stopped in front of hers and reached out to enter the code on the lock. A simple nametag read her first and last name across the front. The appearance was spartan compared to what some of the other girls did, but she preferred it that way. She’d rather die first than be caught with drawings of pink hearts all over her stuff.

A few steps away, Jasmine did the same as she gathered the materials she needed for her next class.

“You got PE after this, right?” said Jasmine.

It was Tuesday, which meant the B-schedule, and although she already knew the order of her classes by heart, Jenna still checked the calendar taped on the inside of her door in the hopes that she was wrong. She sighed at the results. Normally, exercising right after a meal was a bad idea, but with how little she had eaten today, she wouldn’t have much trouble in that regard. Whether the school administrators had planned on that happening, she had no idea. It was a scary thought to think about.

“Yeah, I got Coach Ronson as well,” said Jenna.

Jasmine leaned over to look.

“Coach Ronson isn’t that bad,” she said.

“Only if you’re on his good side,” said Jenna, “For those of us who don’t make straight A’s, he can be more of a pain in the rear than you think.”

She left the more literal part of the statement unsaid. Besides being just the head of physical education, Coach Ronson also happened to be one of the instructors in charge of maintaining student discipline as well. That meant that anytime a student was sent to the office to be punished, he would be there to ensure they did as they were told. Having spent more than her fair share of time bent over in the disciplinary rooms with the back of her skirt lifted up and out of the way, the relationship between them was troubled at best. Jenna had seen enough of his face by now, or rather her backside had seen enough of his hand, to not like him very much.

Still, it wasn’t as if she had much of a choice in the matter, and if it was just for a single period then she supposed she could manage for the day. The class was only an hour and a half long, and if she could just make it past that then she would be done. Throwing her schoolbag inside her locker, Jenna closed the door. The plug in her rear buzzed again and she flinched as she involuntarily clenched down. Holding her breath, she counted out loud in her head. Two seconds later, the vibrations cut out. According to the student handbook, she now had two minutes to get to her next class.

“Well, good luck, try to make it out alive,” said Jasmine.

She must have felt her own plug buzz as well. Jasmine waved, her head still buried in her locker while she messed with something inside her bag. She had English with Mrs. Owens next, and the classroom was right next door. Even if it wasn’t though, Mrs. Owens was one of the few teachers who didn’t seem to care whether a student showed up late. A soft-spoken woman somewhere in her mid-forties, she loved nothing more than to sit back with a book and read out loud to the class the entire time. Several times now, Jenna had fallen asleep there only to be woken up with a smile and nothing else. The grass was always greener on the other side, she supposed.

The gym was located on the other side of the campus, Jenna waved as she left.

“If I die, tell my parents I said you can have my stuff”, she said.

Jasmine laughed behind her, and turning, Jenna started down the hall.

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Once again, Coach Ronson seemed about as happy to see her as Jenna was happy to see him. Crossing his arms over his large protruding gut, he peered down over his thick mustache at her with what she could only assume was distain in his eyes.

“You’re late,” he said.

Jenna looked up at the clock on the wall. Twelve seconds, she was late by twelve seconds.

“Am I in trouble?” she asked.

The coach grunted, and the sound came across as something between a laugh and a snort. He jerked his thumb over his shoulder towards the locker room.

“Go get changed,” he said, “We can talk about that later”

Based on past experience that never meant anything good, and Jenna sighed as she made her way through the door.

As usual, the inside of the locker room looked like it had been hit by a tornado, or more accurately, a pack of wild teens. It was hard to tell though the chaos that raged throughout the room. The door slid shut behind her, and Jenna looked about the dim light of the room in despair. Sprawled out in front of her and across every spare inch of space were the bodies of a hundred or so students in varying states of undress as they got changed for class. Of course, with the locker room being coed, this meant representatives of both genders were included on the list. Doing her best to avoid the half-naked bodies around her, Jenna started to push her way through the crowd. Something reached out to elbow her in in the side and turning around she kicked back. Degenerates, the lot of them. She’d be damned if she was going to stick around for any longer than she had to.

Eventually, after much pushing and shoving, Jenna managed to make her way towards the corner of the room where she found a relatively empty spot to get changed in. Looking around to make sure that nobody was watching, she turned around to face the wall and pull her shirt up over her head. A slight blush rose up across her cheeks as it came off to reveal her bare chest, but she forced herself to continue. Getting changed in public was the one thing she never got used to no matter how many times the NYDI program had required her to do so. The fact that she was currently surrounded by her classmates didn’t help. The embarrassment of having to talk to someone after knowing that they had seen her undress was almost worst than having to do so in the first place. As she reached down to take her skirt off, she felt her nipples start to stiffen on her chest. Her panties followed soon afterwards, and shivering a little, she set her discarded clothes aside.

Then, just before she could reach for her gym uniform, a voice called out to her from across the room.

“Oh hey, Jenna!”

The voice sounded familiar, and Jenna froze in place as she tried to find the source. Still in the middle of getting dressed, this was perhaps the worst time for someone to come and talk to her. With her clothes now laying on a pile on the floor, if anyone saw her now, everything from the stiffness of her nipples to the slit between her legs would be on full display. Panic rose up inside her, and Jenna flushed at the thought of being caught in such a state. Without even the first wisps of hair having appeared yet, not even the sight of her bare mound would be safe.

As her body began to react and the first signs of wetness started to appear down below, the panic rose even more. Quickly, Jenna looked around for her gym uniform but in her haste she only managed to drop it to the floor and underneath a bench. Bending down, she tried to reach for them but by then it was already too late. Footsteps echoed out behind her and turning around, Jenna found herself face to face with someone she would rather not see.

Standing in front of her was Matthew Carter, a boy from her class. If that wasn’t bad enough however, he also happened to be her neighbor next door, though they hadn’t spoken in years. He was a bit taller now than she last remembered, maybe even a little broader around the shoulders as well, but the smile across his face was the exact same as before.

Stopping in front of her, he waved.

“I thought you’d never show up,” he said, “Did you get in trouble again?”

“Matthew, why are you here?” said Jenna.

Jenna felt her face turn bright red. This was perhaps the worst situation ever, though the reason had more to do with their relationship than anything else. Matthew was the same age as her, and they used to be friends together back in lower school. After they had graduated and joined the NYDI program however, the friendship had slowly started to fall apart. It was one thing to invite a boy over now that she was in intermediate school, it was another to do so when she had just been edged over the kitchen table a few hours before.

Now, standing in front of him, she had no idea why he was here after so long. Besides the occasional greeting as they saw each other on the way to school, they had spoken little in the time in between. The awkwardness of the situation wasn’t helped at all by the fact that she wasn’t wearing any clothes. Most likely, he hadn’t expected for her to still be changing, and Matthew blushed as his eyes glanced downward over her bare skin. Jenna felt her face grow even hotter in response and the temperature of the room rose until it felt like a furnace against her skin. She thought about reaching for her gym uniform again, but with it still laying on the floor there was no way for her to pick it up without getting down on her hands and knees. Even if it was Matthew, the idea of giving him else an intimate view of her private parts was not something she wanted to think about right now, especially not with the heaviness of the plug still in her rear.

“I-… uh-…”

Matthew coughed, his throat suddenly dry, and Jenna grew even more aware of the wetness down below. Still nude, she tried to think of something to say, but it was as if her brain along with the rest of her body had melted into a puddle on the floor.

“I-… uh… I was wondering if you wanted to cum,” said Matthew.

“Excuse me?!” said Jenna.

“Come… you know… to the party,” said Matthew.

Jenna stared ahead with a dumb look on her face.

“My birthday is next month, remember?” said Matthew.

Oh.

He looked a little crestfallen that she would forget, and mentally it felt like a slap across the face. Fortunately, a slap was exactly what she needed right now. Snapping out of her daze, Jenna crossed her arms over her chest and proceeded to stare dead ahead into his eyes while resisting the urge to cover herself up like a girl, at least not in that way. At the very least, she would be able to cover up her breasts like this, nonexistent as they were, though the same couldn’t be said for elsewhere. Unless she wanted to bring further attention to her still naked slit, there was little she could do about the fact that the entire lower half of her body was still on display. If she tried to bring one of her hands down, it would only make things worse. Hopefully, Matthew wouldn’t look too hard.

“Yeah, I haven’t forgotten,” said Jenna.

“Umm… you do know where the party will be, right?” asked Matthew.

“Next door?” said Jenna.

“Right, of course,” said Matthew.

It was just like all the other times in the past. Back then though, they didn’t have the NYDI program to contend with. As Matthew glanced over to the glistening arousal on the inside of her thighs, Jenna resisted the urge to reach down and wipe it away. Her heart felt like it was working double in her chest. To his credit, Matthew seemed to catch on however and a moment later he hurriedly pulled his eyes back up to return her stare as if he was trying to make a point of only looking at her face and not elsewhere. With the sheer amount of hormones floating through the air between them at the moment, it was probably a wise choice.

“So… uh…”

Matthew trailed off, uncertain of what to say, and in the awkward silence that passed, chivalry could only last so long. Soon, his eyes darted down again, seemingly unable to decide whether to maintain the painful eye contact or look somewhere else. Given that on average his last release was most likely a slow and pleasureless prostate milking a month or so ago, the fact that he managed to last so long was impressive enough. Were he not wearing a chastity cage, the front of his pants would have probably split apart long ago.

Swallowing hard, Jenna forced herself to stay still even as all the blood in her head seemed to rush down and somewhere else. To her relief however, Matthew soon turned upward to stare at the ceiling instead.

“So, are you coming then?” he asked.

Jenna followed his gaze up to the ceiling where she saw absolutely nothing there. Despite that, she continued to look up at the empty tiles as if they were the most interesting thing on earth. White noise filled her head as she tried to think of a way to continue the conversation. No matter how much of a friend Matthew was, there was no way she could accept the invitation standing naked in front of him like this. She would have to firmly but politely decline.

Say no.

It was a simple two letter word. A single syllable was all it would take. She opened her mouth to speak, and in her mind, she said no. She definitely said no.

“Sure,” she said.

“Great!” said Matthew.

NO! Stupid girl! Why didn’t you say NO!

If Jenna listened very closely, she could hear the sound of something like a priceless glass vase breaking in the distance, most likely her soul. Another uncomfortable silence followed, broken only by the chaos of the room around them and the sound of her own voice screaming inside her head.

“Umm, I have to get dressed now,” said Jenna.

“Right,” said Matthew.

He looked back down, his eyes moving one last time over her naked body and chest before he looked back up to her face.

“I’ll… uh… see you there then,” said Matthew.

He turned and walked away, his movements seemed much stiffer than before as if he was having trouble walking straight. After what she had just shown him though, it didn’t make much of her imagination to think of why. Slowly Jenna felt her arms drop to her side as if she was watching herself thorough a mirror.

Well, that went well.

Shut up, we didn’t have a choice.

The sound of insanity, thought Jenna. How pleasant.

Waiting until Matthew was out of sight, she slowly got down on her knees to reach under the chair. Pulling her uniform out from underneath the bench, she shook it a few times to get rid of the dust.

We could have just gotten dressed instead, you know.

That would have required bending over in front of him, idiot.

Don’t tell me you wouldn’t have liked that.

Would not!

Would too!

“Shut up, both of you,” said Jenna.

She turned bright red as the voices went silent in her head. Now was not the time to argue, especially not while she was still standing there with strings of wetness still clinging to the inside of her thighs. Forcing herself to ignore the heat inside, she wiped herself down the best she could while making sure to not reach too far in between her legs. In her current state, a single stray touch in the wrong place was more than enough to set off the anti-masturbation censor in her womb. As she pulled on the cotton tee that formed the top of her gym uniform, Jenna lifted lifting her up legs to step into the shorts. She winced a little as the fabric brushed up against her skin, but when nothing happened, she relaxed once more.

An empty locker sat beside her, and shoving her normal uniform inside, Jenna slammed it shut and closed the door.

So, are you sure-

“Not a word,” she said.

There was no way she could ever forget the shame of what just happened. Every time she saw Matthew from now on, there was just no way she could ever talk to him ever again. Like it or not though, she had already promised that she would go. Already, she felt like she wanted to break down and cry.

The door of the locker room opened, and Coach Ronson stepped inside. Turning sideways to squeeze past the frame, he called out to grab the attention of the room.

“Everyone dressed?” he said.

One by one, the students turned their heads to look at the coach and slowly the noise died down to a mere roar instead. There was a cacophony of nods followed by a few dozen panicked no’s as the few remaining students that were still half dressed scrambled to finish before they were counted as late.

“Good,” he said, “We’ll head out to do roll call, and then you can start on your warmup exercises. Thirty minutes, and then you’re free to go out to the field. Any questions?”

There were none and pulling out a clipboard, Coach Ronson turned to walk away. Forming a line behind him, the class followed him out the door. Wiping away the last of the moisture, both from the corner of her eyes and between her legs, Jenna made her way out of the locker room to join them as well.

&&&&&&

For the rest of the class period things went much better than before, or at least better than how it began. Considering that she had just been standing naked in front of Matthew a few moments ago, it wasn’t exactly a high bar to pass.

Roll call was short, and after a few minutes of standing in line and waiting for her name to be called, Jenna made her way towards one of the various fitness stations placed throughout the room. For the next half hour or so she would have the luxury to pick which one she wanted to use, though pick in this case was perhaps not the best use of the word. Forced to use would be more accurate to the truth. Already, the easier stations were starting to fill up as students rushed to claim them before they were full. As always, the more difficult ones were left alone. As Jenna made her way past a row of exercise bicycles placed to one side of the room, she shivered and looked away. With an automatic vibrator built into the seat and the fullness of the plug still in her rear, she didn’t even want to think about sitting down in her current state.

Briefly, she considered whether she had enough time to try and slip away. The bathrooms were just down the hall, and if she could just make it into one of the stalls, she only had to hide there until time ran out. Unfortunately for her, Coach Ronson found her before she could decide.

“Thinking of running away again, Ms. Whitworth?” he said.

Jenna jumped in surprise as the coach all but materialized out of thin air behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder. Turning around, he found herself looking up at his scowling face.

“No sir,” said Jenna, “Not at all.”

Her smile wavered a little as he stared down at her. He had probably been watching her ever since she arrived late.

“Are you sure?” said Coach Ronson.

“Yes sir,” said Jenna.

The trap sprung, and she closed her mouth a moment too late.

“Well, in that case, why don’t we see how much you improved since the last time you decided to stay,” said Coach Ronson.

The way he was looking down at her left zero room for argument, and Jenna groaned inside. She looked over towards the exit that lead out into the hall. Never had freedom seemed so close yet so far away. With Coach Ronson standing in front of her however, there was just no way for her to escape. Reluctantly, she let herself be dragged over to one of the empty stations so she could complete her round of so called ‘exercise’. The class wasn’t even halfway over yet, and already she couldn’t wait for it to end.

They stopped in front of the station, and Jenna stuck her hands into her pockets as she tried to think of a way to delay.

“Well, up you go” he said.

“Do I have to?” said Jenna.

“Only if you want a passing grade,” said Coach Ronson.

The station was shaped like an ordinary treadmill with a rubber track that ran down the length of the machine. A console sat near the front with controls for the angle of the track and the speed. Beyond that however, the similarities stopped there with quite a few additional modifications having been made to the rest of the machine. Stepping up onto the track, Jenna tried not to think about them too hard as she reached over to grab the handlebars that stuck out on either side. It was a futile task however, given the role she had to play.

The exercise was simple. For the next thirty minutes, she would have to walk along the length of the track while keeping pace with the speed of the machine. Like always however, things couldn’t have just been as easy as that. As Coach Ronson pressed a button, two metal arms with wheels on either end rose up on either side of the machine with a rope of soft rubber like beads stretched out in between. Swallowing hard, Jenna stood still as Coach Ronson pulled the waistband of her shorts down to her feet. The two arms stretched out to increase the tension in the beads, and the line extended upward until she felt it pressing up against her. Lifting her legs, she stepped out of her shorts and kicked them away.

“Comfortable?” asked Coach Ronson.

He tugged on the string a little and Jenna flinched as the line shifted against her.

“No,” said Jenna.

“Well, better get used to it soon,” he said.

He pressed another button on the machine and the console came to life. As it did so, Jenna felt the plug in her rear vibrate once as it reached out to pair with the wireless functionalities built into the system. She grit her teeth as it buzzed two more times before a green light lit up on the screen. Then, her name appeared across the top of the screen along with a counter set at zero. Besides it, two familiar graphs appeared, one red and one pink.

Welcome, Jenna Whitworth.

There was a pause as Coach Ronson fiddled with the controls of the machine.

“We’ll start you off on the lowest setting and then increase it from there,” said Coach Ronson.

Jenna wanted to protest, but with the beads still pressing against her down there, it was hard to think of anything except the dread that lay ahead. With her heart pumping in her chest, dimly she wondered whether Coach Ronson could see the stiff outline of her nipples through her shirt. Unlike some of the other girls, her body hadn’t yet developed enough that she needed to wear a bra, and she prayed that he was looking somewhere else. The point was almost moot though with her currently standing naked from the waist down. At the very least the beads would cover up her slit, though her bare bottom was left on full on display. As the fabric of her uniform rubbed over the two points on her chest, her misery only seemed to increase.

The exercise program loaded, and a voice echoed out from the machine as an audio file began to play. For some reason the recording sounded old, as if it had been made with technology from a long time ago. There was little time to think about that however as the track began to turn.

The FitnessGram Pacer Test is a multistage aerobic capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The walking speed starts slowly but gets faster each minute after you hear this signal. A single lap should be completed each time you hear this sound. Remember to walk in a straight line, and walk as long as possible. The test will begin on the word start. On your mark, get ready, start.

Caught by surprise, Jenna stumbled and almost fell before stepping forward at the last moment to keep up with the machine. The line moved backwards between her legs, and she drew in a shaky breath as the first bead on the string slid down to rub against her folds. Already coated with lubrication, the smooth surface pressed upward against her flesh, rubbing against the opening of her entrance before it passed behind her. Taking another step forward, Jenna flinched as the second bead approached and bumped up against the sensitive nub at the top of her slit. Sliding down the length of her parted lips, it again pushed halfway into her entrance before it slid past her opening once more.

Every so often, the machine counted out loud the number of ‘laps’ that she had completed. As always, the levels at the beginning were slow but from past experience, Jenna knew it wouldn’t stay that way for long. She looked over to the clock on the wall. So far, not even a minute had passed yet leaving her with twenty-nine or so more to go.

End of level one.

“Please, I changed my mind. Can I do something else?” she gasped.

The machine beeped, and the track increased in speed. In desperation, Jenna looked over to where Coach Ronson was standing but he only waved for her to continue. Between her legs, the beads were starting to change form as well. From round spheres to ovular circles, the shapes always seemed to press up against her core each in a different way from the last. Every time they slid past, it was a gamble whether they would reach up to brush against her clit or try to penetrate her instead. Paired with the machine, the plug in her rear vibrated in time with each lap she completed which only made everything worse. Panting now, Jenna felt her legs start to shake as she tried her best to keep up with the machine.

End of level two.

The machine increased in speed again to the pace of an average walk and Jenna groaned as she was forced to keep up once more. As she did so however, another problem soon made itself apparent. Under any other circumstance the beads alone were not enough to bring her close to the edge, but with the arousal of her previous encounter with Matthew still flowing through her veins, it was an altogether different story. Fresh wetness leaked down the inside of her thighs as each passing bead reached up to tap against her now throbbing clit before dipping down to push into her clenching hole. With how short they were however, the only thing she was able to feel was the sensation of something popping in and out the first inch or so of her hole without the satisfaction of anything more. As another bead slid past her opening to poke briefly inside, Jenna felt the walls of her tunnel clenched down in frustration at the emptiness within.

“Coach Ronson, please!” she begged.

“Yes?” he said.

“Please, turn it off!” she cried.

“Sorry, no can do. You’re not due to stop until another twenty-six minutes at least,” he said.

A cluster of three beads slid past all at once and Jenna stumbled as they smashed into her clit. Stimulated past the point of control, the fleshy hood that protected it had drawn back a long time ago from the sensitive cluster of nerves leaving her unprotected against the assault. Tripping as she fell down onto the line, Jenna cried out as the entirety of her body weight rested on one single point and the pressure of the beads increased until she felt like she was going insane. Through some miracle, she managed to scramble back onto her feet and the stimulation returned to its original level.

End of level three.

The voice sounded out again and once more Jenna was forced to increase the speed of her steps to that of a fast walk. Every second now, another bead slid by to brush up against her unprotected clit and hole. She looked up at the clock on the wall with the minute hand barely having moved since the last time she checked. There was no way she was ever going to survive until the program ended, she thought.

End of level four.

A few minutes later, the prediction turned out to be true. As the machine entered the next stage, Jenna gasped as the beads sped up one last time. The pink line on the console spiked, and she desperately tried to bring her rising pulse back into control. She almost managed to do so as well, were it not for the plug in her rear. As the behest of the machine, it vibrated long and hard as she completed another lap and having held herself back from the edge for so long, Jenna was unable to withstand it anymore. Crying out, she gave into the abyss.

“I’m cumming,” she cried.

The moment the machine sensed that she was on the point of no return however, the track stopped and came to a halt. Immediately, the two metal arms holding the beads lowered to the floor and the line fell away from her slit. Two cuffs sprang out around her arms to keep them in place and with the stimulation now removed from her body, Jenna cried out as her orgasm was suddenly and abruptly denied. As her walls clenched down in frustration and her hips humped back against the empty air, the anti-masturbation device in her womb activated. Buzzing as it came to life, it sent jolt after numbing jolt of electricity into the root of her clit. As the pain of the shocks slowly forced her back away from the edge, Jenna sobbed as her release was stolen away once more.

“Why!? I was so close!” she cried.

“Good girls don’t have orgasms,” said Coach Ronson.

He checked the counter on the screen.

“Twenty-four laps in total,” he said, “Better than your previous record, though that still puts you in the bottom half of the class. I believe in you though. With some practice, I think we can get your score to double that by the end of next week.”

He flipped a switch on the console, and the machine reset back into its original position. Jenna watched as the counter in front of her reset back to zero. Still sore from having her orgasm denied, she almost cried out again as the line of beads moved back up to press against her still twitching slit.

“Stop, not again. I can’t, I really can’t,” she begged.

Coach Ronson didn’t appear to be listening however and as he hit the start button, the tracks began to move again under her feet. Forced to walk forward, Jenna felt fresh tears leak out of her eyes. She held on tightly to the handlebars, the cuffs still locked around her wrists. More than anything, she wanted to just stop moving and lie down, but a single misstep risked the possibility of tripping and falling back onto the line.

End of level one.

“There, that wasn’t so bad,” said Coach Ronson.

Satisfied that the program had started again, he turned to leave her on the treadmill for the rest of the class. As he left however, he reached out to pat her bottom with his hand.

“By the way, I haven’t forgotten about the twelve seconds you owe me,” he said, “I’ll be expecting you in my office after school today. Twelve strokes on the bare with the cane should be enough, don’t you think? One for each second you were late.”

He whistled to himself as he left, and Jenna sobbed inside her head. Soon however, the upcoming punishment was the least of her worries as the machine sped up again.

End of level two.

It would be another while before class ended, and as Jenna stepped forward on the endless track in front of her, she counted down the number of minutes she had left. Hopefully, she would be able to hold out long enough this time to avoid having another orgasm suppressed. In the awful, frustrating, no-good day that it was, she didn’t know if she could ask for anything more.

Chapter 6

Fall arrived, and along with it, the days slowly marched on by. Aside from the daily routine of school and her NYDI exercises at home however, there was little else for Jenna to do within the monotonous passage of everyday life. In a way, she didn’t really mind. Even as the trees in the yard began to bow, and one by one shed their leaves to the ground, the world around them continued to turn. In the same way, as long as she could keep herself relatively dry between her legs, she only had to deal with the fifteen minutes or so of edging that came with her morning inspections every day. Life was much better when it was simple like that. When it came to being a NYDI teen, nothing was almost certainly better than something when it came to the frustrations of being denied.

Unfortunately, today was starting to look like an exception to the case.

“Dad, why is Jenna naked?” asked Timothy.

The family was gathered around the table once again for dinner, or if Jenna had to be more specific, Timothy and her parents were. She, on the other hand, was currently standing naked in the corner with her legs spread apart and her hands on top of her head. With her clothes folded into a neat pile at her feet, every inch of her body was laid bare for everyone to see. Despite the obvious embarrassment that showed on her face however, she continued to stand there without making a sound.

“I can see her boobs-…,” said Timothy.

“Timothy, eat your food,” said their mother.

She shot Timothy a glare, and he looked back down to his plate. It didn’t last long though, and his eyes soon peeked back up to stare once more. Jenna glared back in turn, vowing to kill him as soon as she could. With how often he had seen her like this before however, he had no trouble ignoring her murderous intent.

Sitting at the head of the table, their father looked on at the scene with amusement.

“Breasts, not boobs,” he said.

“Breasts?” asked Timothy.

“Yes, breasts,” said her father, “And judging from the way Jenna’s are starting to perk up, it looks like she’s taking to her punishment decently well.”

Unable to move from where she stood, Jenna couldn’t help but blush as her nipples stiffened in response to being called out. From punishment to anatomy lesson, as if her life couldn’t get any worse. Her legs felt sore from standing for so long, but she forced herself to hold still. Her mother’s instructions had been more than clear when she had gotten home from school. No dinner, no clothes, and two hours in the corner or until her mother decided she was done for the day. If she moved so much as an inch in that time, then the punishment would only start all over again with the addition of a vibrator in her rear. Having already suffered the effects of her plug all day at school, Jenna had no desire to experience yet another object shoved up her backdoor.

Jenna fumed inside her head. Timothy continued to stare at her, and her nipples grew even harder as they swelled from the center of her still developing breasts. It just wasn’t fair. Why was she the only one who had to be punished like this whenever she made a mistake? It wasn’t her fault that she had gotten such a bad grade on her midterm exams, and half of the questions on the test hadn’t even appeared on the review. It was only because of the frantic cramming session she had forced herself through the night before that she had gotten anything right at all. If anything, there should have been a curve.

“Timothy, pass the butter please,” said her mother.

“Uh… right…,” said Timothy.

He looked away for a split second to do so before snapping his eyes back, and Jenna sighed. Having to strip naked for a punishment was already bad enough as it was. Having Timothy stare at her the entire time only made it worse. Not only that, for the last few months or so, he seemed to have taken an even greater interest in watching her than before. Being a brat of a brother, he had always liked to tease her no matter what she did, but it was as if there was an entirely different focus in his eyes now. From the way he shifted in his seat and the barely eaten food on his normally empty plate, she doubted it was just some random quirk he picked up from somewhere. What was it with boys and their inclination to stare, she thought.

Timothy was interrupted as their father reached over to ruffle his hair.

“Everything alright, buddy?” he asked.

“Yeah… I just don’t feel very hungry today,” said Timothy.

He finally turned back to his plate, and Jenna let out a sigh of relief. They were having beef stroganoff that night, and Jenna watched as he lifted a forkful of noodles towards his mouth. Her stomach growled in response. For once she was feeling rather hungry, a rare occurrence given her almost nonexistent appetite at school. The fact that beef stroganoff was the one dish that she could actually stand probably helped. Or in this case, she supposed, made things worse.

“You know, if you don’t eat up properly, they’ll reject you at the Guard,” said her father.

“Really?” asked Timothy.

He had a panicked expression on his face, and her father grinned. Talking about the Public Guard was always a surefire way to get Timothy’s attention. Despite her current state, Jenna couldn’t help but listen in. At the very least, it would help distract her from her punishment for some time.

“Yup, earlier this morning, we had trials for a dozen or so new applicants,” said her father.

Timothy’s eyes grew wide.

“Did they pass?” he asked.

“Nope,” said her father, “Most of them failed out on the first stage. The two guys that made it through failed out afterwards on the five-mile run.”

“What happens if they fail?” asked Timothy.

“They get sent back to the academy to try again the next year,” said her father.

As always, the standard for entry was high. Besides acting as just a paramilitary organization, the Public Guard also served as a second line of defense in case of an attack. Of course, it was always a bit speculative on who exactly was doing the attacking as officially the state had no enemies, and it was hearsay to say otherwise, but the point still remained. In the event of military action, the Guard would serve as a sort of reserve force stationed behind the rear lines. Combined with the additional status and perks an officer received, positions were naturally quite competitive. From the latest figures that were released, barely twelve percent of applications made it through, and it took at least a full year of training to even qualify for the test.

“Do you think I’ll be able to make it then?” asked Timothy.

He looked up, and it took Jenna almost everything she had to stop herself from laughing. Instead of the classical image of a freshly indoctrinated recruit, he seemed to be doing his best impression of a puppy instead. It was a far cry from the fanatically devoted servants of the Party that all officers were required to be.

Her father laughed and reached over to pinch the near nonexistent bicep on his arms.

“I dunno, you seem a bit scrawny to me,” he said.

The joke went right over Timothy’s head.

“But I’m only in lower school,” he sulked.

Her father laughed again.

“Maybe you should eat your dinner then before it gets cold,” he said.

The conversation trailed off from there as Timothy dug into his dinner with resumed determination, and with his attention how diverted, Jenna welcomed the new peace. Or at least she tried to as much as she could with her arms feeling like molten lead. With her face still flushed down to her neck, she glanced over to the clock on the wall to count the number of minutes she had left. Only another quarter hour or so, and then she would be free.

In the eternity that passed in between, it wasn’t until everyone had cleared the table that the timer finally rang. As her mother circled around the table to gather up the plates, Jenna lowered her arms to her side, and bent down to grab her clothes. The laundry room was on the other side of the house, and rubbing the soreness out of her muscles, she carried them over to throw into the washing machine.

“Jenna!”

The voice of her mother came across to her from the kitchen, and Jenna sighed.

“Yes mother,” she said.

Reaching into the laundry basket, she grumbled to herself as she separated her clothes by the type and color of the fabric. If it was just up to her, she’d throw the entire lot into the machine at once, but her mother was quite old fashioned when it came to things like that. Even if the factory instructions on the tags said that it was fine. A proper lady should know better, was the phrase her mother liked to use. Jenna always made a face at that. Being a proper lady was the last thing on her mind. It was fine and all to remember how to chew with her mouth closed, or sit with her skirt in the proper way, but having to bend over and present herself was where she drew the line. For now though, at least when compared to that, doing the laundry was fine.

By the time she was finished with the task of separating each item by hand, the sound of the dishwasher was already starting up outside and Jenna stepped out of the laundry room to see her mother already next to the front door with her purse in her hands. Her mother set her jacket aside and fiddled with the keys. Outside, Jenna heard her father starting up the car. There was an officer’s ball scheduled for the evening, and her parents wouldn’t be back until later that night.

“Be a dear and help Timothy with his homework, would you?” said her mother.

“Why?” said Jenna.

Her mother looked back and rolled her eyes.

“Because,” she said, “I want him to pass his exams, unlike a certain someone else that I know.”

“But I didn’t fail!” said Jenna.

“You got a D minus though,” said her mother.

Her mother turned to stare with a pointed look, and Jenna shrunk down underneath the gaze. All of a sudden, she remembered she wasn’t wearing any clothes. That was the problem with having to be naked for a punishment. One glance was enough to make her feel self-conscious, and she moved her hands up to cover her chest. It was almost a futile act though, as there was no way for her to cover herself up where it mattered the most. Having her slit showing was embarrassing, but the punishment for placing her hands between her legs was worse. Unless she wanted to risk being punished for “attempted masturbation”, there was nothing she could do about the shame of having her privates on display.

As her mother stepped outside, Jenna moved to the side to prevent anyone from seeing her through the door.

“We can talk more about that when your father and I get back home,” said her mother, “Until then, behave yourself and listen to Mrs. Beckner. I’ve arranged for her to come watch you two while we’re away.”

Jenna groaned as her mother mentioned the woman’s name. Well into her fifties, Mrs. Beckner was a widow whose husband had passed away some time ago. She also happened to live a few blocks away. That made her the perfect babysitter for whenever her parents needed to go out. The last time that had happened though, she had been in lower school and she was in her second year of intermediate school now.

“Why do you have to pick her every single time?” asked Jenna, but her mother was already through the door.

“Less talk, more homework,” she said, “And don’t stay up too late.”

There was a rattle as the key turned in the lock, and then her mother was gone. Letting out a sigh, Jenna gave up and made her way back into the house. Her stomach grumbled to her again, and there was a matching sound of distant thunder above her in the sky. As the headlights of the car pulled out of the driveway to fade down the street, Jenna heard the first drops of rain roll down the roof. The fall rain season was just about here, she noted, and they were just starting to get into the first stages of it now.

&&&&&&

Jenna was halfway done by the time Mrs. Beckner arrived at the house, by which she meant she was halfway done with the mug of hot chocolate that she managed to sneak out of the pantry. An empty bowl of stroganoff sat beside her, and she curled up into a ball against the corner of the couch. Hopefully, her mother wouldn’t notice the missing portion the next day. The doorbell rang, and there was a pitter patter of feet as Timothy raced for the door. Jenna pulled the blanket she had wrapped around herself closer to her chest.

Recent reports indicate increasing levels of mutants approaching within just thirty miles of the outermost farms. Local authorities have issued a shelter in place for residents who may have come into contact, though it’s unclear if-…

The television was drowned out by the sound of rain outside as Timothy opened the door to let Mrs. Beckner in. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and Jenna reached for the remote to turn up the volume. She had just been getting to the good part. Actual mutant attacks were rare, and they almost always made headline news. Just a few more minutes now and the segment would end.

As of yet, the Army has remained stationed in barracks, but rumors of troop movements continue to abound as Party Chairman-…

“Oh my, Timothy!” said Mrs. Beckner.

“Hello, Mrs. Beckner,” said Timothy.

The central committee is currently-…

“Look at you! You’ve grown so much! What year are you in now? Your last year of lower school, right?” said Mrs. Beckner.

“Yes ma’am,” said Timothy.

Jenna sighed. That was the problem with Mrs. Beckner. No matter what was going on, she would just not shut up. Not even for a second. The fact that she never had any children of her own probably had something to do with it. That and her near compulsive obsession with the NYDI rules. Whenever she came over, it was as if she treated them as a substitute for the ones she never had. Grudgingly, Jenna gave up on whatever plans for peace and quiet she had for the night.

Hello, how was your day, do your homework and all that. The last time her parents had been out, Jenna had almost gone insane from the way the woman rattled off into her ear for hours on end. Then, when she had finally had the audacity to complain, it was straight over her lap with her panties down around her knees for daring to talk back. Besides being just a noisy chatterbox, a single toe out of line was all Mrs. Beckner needed for an excuse. Not even her mother was that strict. Over time, Jenna had simply learned to keep her mouth shut and obey.

For now though, and much to her relief, Mrs. Beckner was too busy fawning over Timothy to have noticed her yet. As the conversation dragged on, Jenna turned back towards the TV. It was hard to concentrate though through all the background noise.

“Tell me, are you going to graduate soon? Any idea what you want to do after that?” asked Mrs. Beckner.

Timothy’s face puffed up with pride.

“Dad says he’s going to enroll me in the youth scouts as soon as I do,” he said.

“Oh, that’s wonderful news! I can’t wait to see you in your new uniform!” said Mrs. Beckner.

She hung her umbrella up next to the door, and footsteps echoed out in the hall as she approached the living room. Turning around, Jenna found herself looking up at the caretaker she had known for the better part of ten years.

“Oh my! If it isn’t Jenna! Still doing well in school?” said Mrs. Beckner.

As usual, in stark contrast to her personality, Mrs. Beckner was wearing her normal outfit consisting of a black and uptight dress along with a matching color hat. A long quill feather stuck out at an angle, secured to the side by a bit of white lace. Supposedly, it had been the peak of fashion some thirty odd years ago, but now it only made her look like she had a bird’s nest in her hair. Either that or a witch when combined with the long elbow length gloves she always wore. Other than that though, she looked nothing more than just another grandmother whose hair was starting to turn grey.

Mrs. Beckner leaned over the back of the couch, and Jenna winced at the brightness of the smile on her face.

“Hello, Mrs. Beckner…,” said Jenna.

The greeting was beyond flat, but Jenna couldn’t really bring herself to care. She stiffened as the woman bent down to give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. As she pulled away however, the smile turned into a frown. Her gaze dropped down to the blanket Jenna had wrapped around herself.

“Are you supposed to be wearing clothes right now?” asked Mrs. Beckner.

There was just a hint of something else buried underneath the question, and Jenna found herself responding automatically before she could stop herself.

“It’s not clothes, it’s a blanket,” said Jenna.

“Hmm?” said Mrs. Beckner.

Technically it really was just a blanket, but Mrs. Beckner didn’t seem convinced. She reached into her bag to pull out her phone, and Jenna gulped as she saw her mother’s name come up on the screen. A text message followed along with a very long list of instructions that continued on to the next page. All of a sudden, Jenna grew very conscious of the mug of hot chocolate she had sitting in her lap. First her punishment in the corner, and now this. It hadn’t been five minutes since the woman had arrived, and already things were not looking very good.

“I… I can explain-…,” said Jenna.

“You know, your mother was very clear that you were to remain nude for the rest of the night,” said Mrs. Beckner.

“But it really is just a blanket,” said Jenna.

Jenna tried to think of something to say, but her mind came up blank. Even if she could think of an excuse right now though, from past experience she knew it would have mattered anyways.

“Why don’t you take that off for now,” said Mrs. Beckner.

She paused, as if she was debating with herself.

“Actually, why don’t you present while you’re at it too,” said Mrs. Beckner, “Legs apart now, you know the drill.”

She was smiling, but it was a smile that didn’t carry up to her face, and one that Jenna knew all too well. Slowly, Jenna got up and let the blanket she had wrapped around herself fall to the floor. Standing beside her, Timothy gave her his best ‘I told you so’ look which she did her best to ignore. The sneaky little bastard had threatened to tell on her the moment she had opened the fridge, and then again a few minutes after that when she sat down on the couch. Revenge would have to wait for another day though, as Mrs. Beckner began to circle around her where she stood. Jenna shivered as she felt the cold air of the living room brush up against her bare chest.

“Hmm, it looks like you’ve grown quite a bit since the last time I saw you,” said Mrs. Beckner.

Jenna bit down on the inside of her cheek as the woman reached down towards her waist. Fingers traced over her bare mound, and she took a deep breath as they moved in towards the cleft of her slit. Moving her hands up and out of the way, she placed them on top of her head.

“Though it looks like you’ve still got a ways to go down here,” said Mrs. Beckner.

Jenna blushed, and she felt blood rushing up into her face. That was hardly even fair. It wasn’t as if she could control how fast she grew after all compared to her peers. Having to change in front of everyone else in the locker rooms at school was bad enough. She didn’t have to be reminded of her lack of development at home again. And besides, unless she wanted to start taking supplements, there was little she could do about it but put her hands together and pray. As of yet, all she had to show for it was a light scattering of peach fuzz that looked no different than the hair of her arms and chin.

Timothy watched, a smug look on his face as Mrs. Beckner spread her apart down below. A finger slipped down to circle around the opening of her entrance a few times before it dipped inside. Only the very tip though, and after moving it around for a few seconds, Mrs. Beckner pulled her hand away. She nodded in satisfaction at the lack of any moisture to be found.

“Hmm, looks like you’re pretty dry today,” she said, “Haven’t been thinking any naughty thoughts now, have you?”

There was no way Jenna was ever going to agree, but if it meant ending the examination a little faster, then she was willing to do whatever it would take.

“No ma’am,” said Jenna.

“Keeping your hands to yourself at night?” asked Mrs. Beckner.

“Yes ma’am,” said Jenna.

“How about back here?” she said, and Jenna winced as Mrs. Becker reached behind her to tap against the tight ring of her backdoor.

“Only the plugs at school, ma’am,” said Jenna.

The tapping continued for a few more seconds, and then stopped as Mrs. Beckner reached up to give her a pat on the head.

“That’s a good girl,” she said, “I know you’re anxious, but the more you wait, the more you’ll make your first time with your husband worth it in the end.”

Jenna kept her mouth shut and nodded as if she agreed. It was pointless to try and say anything else. Mrs. Beckner knew what was best for her, just like her parents and the Party as well. She repeated the mantra inside her head despite how much she wanted to disagree. Reaching down, Jenna grabbed the blanket off the floor. The urge to cover herself up surfaced again, but she resisted and placed the covering on the sofa instead. Mrs. Beckner gave her an approving look, and Jenna heard Timothy snicker at her from the side.

“Wonderful,” said Mrs. Beckner, and she clasped her hands together, “Now, I know it’s late but why don’t we go and see how your grades have come along since then.”

Jenna prayed a silent prayer inside her head. Despite herself, she nodded again and smiled in turn. The clock on the wall struck half past seven, and she counted the number of hours left before bed. Too many, she thought. It was going to be a while before Mrs. Beckner was satisfied, and Jenna wasn’t sure if she would be able to survive to the end.

&&&&&&

As eager as Jenna was for the dreadfulness of her already awful day to cease, the main course of the evening wasn’t due until much later, and at the urging of Mrs. Beckner, the three of them moved into the dining room where the usual decorations on the table had been cleared away to make space. A pile of practice worksheets had been set out along with a stack of textbooks and a few pens. One look at the arrangement was enough to make Jenna groan inside her head. She was pretty sure she wasn’t the only NYDI teen who felt the same way.

“Do I have to?” said Jenna.

“Your mother was very clear on this too, you know. A minimum of one chapter each of Math and Chemistry before you go to bed,” said Mrs. Beckner.

Jenna reached over to grab a sheet from the pile, and her misery only increased as she read it over. Systems of linear equations, her least favorite topic. It didn’t help either that she barely paid attention in that class at school. Sitting down in a chair, Jenna shifted as she felt the hard wooden surface of the seat press up against her rear. It was cold, and she couldn’t help but shiver as the nipples on her chest hardened once more.

Timothy sat beside her, and his eyes glanced briefly over her body again before he reached for a worksheet of his own. Looking over, Jenna saw that the problems listed there were much simpler than what she had to do. And their mother had the gall to complain when he ended up with better grades than her.

“Fifteen minutes for the first set of problems, and then we’ll move on,” said Mrs. Beckner. “Try and do the best you can.”

She set a timer down, and the mock test began. In theory, the exercise was simple enough, being nothing more than a practice test to help her do better on the real ones at school. Opening up a textbook to the appropriate section, Jenna set her worksheet down and grabbed a pen. She only had to get a seventy or higher to pass, and with the textbook sitting besides her, there was no way she could fail. All she had to do was find a similar enough example and work out the blanks from there.

“If you don’t get started soon, you won’t make it on time,” said Mrs. Beckner.

The woman folded her hands together, and Jenna hurried to start. As she stared down at the first problem on the page however, she felt a sneaking suspicion of dread. She was never the best at math, and given how the night had gone so far, a punishment was most definitely waiting for her if she failed. With all her clothes already gone, she could ill afford another one naked as she was now. Jenna’s hands shook as she moved through the problems on the page.

A little under fifteen minutes later however, the reality of her situation became more than clear. No matter how hard she had tried, there was just no way she could make up for months of slacking off at school, and she really regretted not paying more attention last week in class now. She had been able to stumble her way through most of her tests before, but the equations in front of her had contained imaginary numbers as well. As Timothy handed in his worksheet to be graded, it was only with the utmost reluctance that Jenna surrendered hers. She slunk down in her seat as Mrs. Beckner read it over. Only half the problems were even completed, and Mrs. Beckner raised an eyebrow at the results.

“Jenna, did you even try?” she said.

Jenna wasn’t sure what to say to that. Already she could feel the ground vanishing from underneath her feet and thinking about what was going to happen next only made the sinking feeling worse.

“It’s not my fault! I’m just not good at math,” said Jenna.

She placed her hands in front of her as if begging for a second chance. There was no such luck however as Mrs. Beckner sighed and reached into her purse. A moment later, she drew out a familiar looking container that Jenna recognized all too well. Every NYDI teen in existence knew the brand by heart, and all of a sudden math class didn’t seem so hard.

“Wait, please, I promise I’ll do better next time,” said Jenna.

But Mrs. Beckner was already reaching into her bag again, and Jenna wailed as she drew out the accompanying plastic syringe.

“Wait, please-…,” she said, but Mrs. Beckner interrupted her.

“Rules are rules,” she said, “And besides, if you had had just studied, there wouldn’t be a need for this at all.”

Jenna floundered as Mrs. Beckner waited patiently for her to get into position. Unless she wanted to risk adding on to her punishment however, she had no choice but to give in. Standing up, she bent over the edge of the table with her arms reaching out to grab onto the opposite end. Built up through countless number of similar experiences before, muscle memory took over as her legs straight out to offer up her rear.

Jenna held her breath as she heard the container being opened, and Mrs. Beckner measured out a portion of EstrusUp cream. A hand reached out to spread her cheeks, and she shivered as she felt the syringe approaching from behind. Just before the punishment could start however, Mrs. Beckner paused with the tip hovering an inch or so away.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” said Mrs. Beckner, “Remind me again which bit your mother likes to use?”

The question seemed so ridiculous that Jenna almost felt like laughing at the thought. Before she could snap out of it and answer however, Timothy did so for her instead.

“Mom usually sticks it up her butt,” said Timothy.

He had been watching intently the entire way through, and getting up from his chair, he walked around the table for a closer look.

“Sometimes though, if she’s really bad, Mom puts it in her other place”, he said.

Mrs. Beckner paused, syringe in hand.

“Other place?” she asked.

Timothy pointed, and if Jenna could, she would have strangled him right then and there. In her current position with her hands stretched out in front of her however, there was nothing she could do. Mrs. Beckner laughed when she realized what he meant.

“Oh, her vagina,” she said, “Well, I don’t see why not.”

She stepped to the side to allow Timothy a better view, and Jenna felt her face growing even hotter as Timothy leaned in closer.

“Ewww, I think she peed herself,” he said.

Never in a million years would she have done such a thing, but Jenna never felt more embarrassed in her life than she did now. Mrs. Beckner laughed again as she realized what Timothy was talking about, and the humiliation only grew from there. Bent over the edge of the table like this with her naked bottom thrust up into the air, it was only natural that her body responded in such a way. Jenna bit down on her lips as she felt her sealed labia parting ever so slightly to reveal the pinkness of her insides. With her legs spread shoulder width apart, she could feel every bit of stickiness that seeped out to cling to the top of her thighs. She tried not to think too hard about the view of her backdoor as it peeked out from between the cleft of her cheeks.

As embarrassing as it was to have her most intimate parts placed on display however, what happened next only made the situation worse. Mrs. Beckner reached up with her fingers, and Jenna felt her cheeks being pulled even further apart.

“Look here,” said Mrs. Beckner, “When girls like Jenna sin, their bodies become hot as a result. You can see this by the proof of the wetness leaking out.”

“What happens if that occurs?” asked Timothy.

Mrs. Beckner smiled, and Jenna felt a sharp pinch at the top of her slit. A moment later, heat rush into her cheeks as the hood of her clit was peeled away. Despite her best efforts, there was nothing she could do to stop herself from reacting, and no longer trapped underneath its covering, the tiny pink nub swelled up into the air.

“Then they try to touch themselves right here, right on this little dot,” said Mrs. Beckner, “They mustn’t though, and that’s why we use the cream. It makes them too sensitive to achieve a release.”

As Timothy continued to stare down at her, Jenna felt growing more and more embarrassed until she thought she would die. Looking down at the scene however, Mrs. Beckner smiled as if she just had an idea. She looked over to where Timothy stood with his eyes glued to the sight before his eyes.

“You know… if you’re so interested, why don’t you try helping me with Jenna’s punishment today?” she said.

Timothy’s head snapped up.

“Really?” he said.

“Sure,” said Mrs. Beckner, “Just this once though, and you mustn’t let your mother know.”

Jenna felt her heart skip half a dozen beats, and still stuck with her bottom pushed up into the air, she couldn’t help but feel as if she was in a dream. Or a nightmare, if that made things any better. This couldn’t be happening, there was no way this could be happening. There was no way that Timothy should be allowed to touch her like this, but the reality of the situation didn’t seem to care.

Jenna tried to rise up from the table, but a firm hand pushed her back down.

“None of that now,” said Mrs. Beckner, “And besides, as your brother, once he’s in the program he’ll probably be responsible for your daily exercises as well.”

Whatever protests she had next were brushed away as Mrs. Beckner pushed Timothy forward. For a moment he seemed unsure of what to do, but after some further guidance, he reached out his hand. Jenna jumped as his fingers brush up against her skin, and Timothy moved his hand underneath the sensitive crease near the curve of her rear. Just a little further now, and he would be touching her right over the place where her thighs parted to form a gap.

“Now, just pull gently to the side,” said Mrs. Beckner.

Timothy pulled, and Jenna bit down hard as she felt her lips being pulled to the side. The rhythm of his breathing increased, and she felt the hotness of his breath blowing against the wetness of her folds. With her labia spread open like this, every inch of her most intimate place was now on display. Jenna felt herself growing faint as the smell of her scent rose up into the air. It was growing harder and harder to think through the haze she felt in her mind.

“It looks so pink,” said Timothy.

He started down, mesmerized by the sight, and Jenna felt as if she wanted to lay down and disappear. She tried not to think about the fact that this was his first time touching her down there. He had seen her naked a countless number of times before of course, but this was his first time he was touching her for real. Jenna fought to keep herself still as Timothy traced a hand over the sensitive contours of her folds. Her hips threatened to betray her as a finger moved towards the tight entrance of her pink virgin hole.

“No, not there,” said Mrs. Beckner, “That’s where the cream will go, and you don’t want to ruin her purity by mistake.”

Timothy pulled back in a hurry, but Mrs. Beckner stopped him.

“Don’t worry, you haven’t done wrong”, she said, “For now though, why don’t you try playing with her down here.”

Timothy looked up in confusion.

“But I thought you said they’re not supposed to touch that place,” he said.

“Not by themselves,” said Mrs. Beckner, “If it’s for a punishment however, it’s fine as long as they don’t get to finish.”

Timothy moved his hand again, and Jenna rushed to shove her fist into her mouth to stop herself from crying out loud. The feeling of his fingers against her clit was near maddening as the stimulation forced her towards the edge of a release. Under the careful supervision of their caretaker however, she knew there was no way she would ever be allowed to spend.

After a few agonizing minutes of teasing, Mrs. Beckner handed Timothy the syringe.

“Don’t forget the cream,” she said.

Jenna drew in a shaky breath as the stimulation stopped, but the respite was short lived. A moment later, she bit down on her fist again as she felt the plastic tip of the syringe push into the entrance of her virgin hole. Once it was past the opening of her hymen, Timothy pushed down on the plunger and Jenna shivered as she felt the coldness of the cream squirt out to coat her walls. The syringe withdrew, and her hips jerked backwards against the missing sensation of being filled.

“Oh-… oh-… oh-…”

It was like having liquid fire pouring into her flesh, and only half aware of her surroundings now, the words came out like a broken record left on repeat. Jenna felt the world around her slowly start to fade as the aphrodisiac began to take effect. Desire rose inside her until she felt like she was about to burst. One touch was all she needed now, and she thrust her hips backwards seeking out anything that could bring her relief. The walls of her insides squeezed down, and she whined in frustration as they met nothing but empty air.

“Oh wow, she’s dripping even more now,” said Timothy.

Timothy reached his hand out between her legs again, and Jenna jumped he touched her clit. She closed her eyes and tried to think of anything except the desperate need for release. Each time his fingers made contact, it was like a jolt of electricity had struck her, and she tried to ignore it as she slid down into the abyss. Slowly, the pressure built up even more as she felt the first signs of an orgasm starting to approach. Just as she thought she was going to make it however, Timothy brought his finger up to tap against the entrance of her twitching hole.

“I’m cumming!” cried Jenna.

Just as she hit the edge, Mrs. Beckner gave a signal and Timothy pulled his hand away. Immediately, Jenna jerked her hips backwards at the sudden loss of stimulation, but by then it was already too late. Her walls clenched down once, twice, and then three times as her orgasm was denied. Shaking her hips up and down, Jenna cried out at the feeling of frustration inside.

“No! nononono-… I was so close! Why?!”

“Not yet,” said Mrs. Beckner, “You still have quite some time before your punishment is at an end.”

She waited half a minute for the shaking to stop before signaling for Timothy to continue again, and Jenna cried out as the torture between her legs continued anew. Bent over the edge of the table, there was no way for her to move. She sobbed as the fingers between her legs teased her to the very edge of a release again before letting go. Mrs. Beckner stood back and watched along with Timothy as Jenna danced before them once more. Shaking her hips like this, it almost looked like as if she was offering herself up to be used.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease-…”

A hand pressed her back down, and Timothy’s fingers returned for the third time in a row.

“Are you going to study harder from now on?” asked Mrs. Beckner.

“Yes!” cried Jenna.

Timothy drew his hand away, and again her orgasm was denied.

“How about your attitude at home?” said Mrs. Beckner.

“Please!” cried Jenna.

Edge, release, edge, release, the cycle never seemed to end. Mrs. Beckner released her again and Jenna whined as her walls clenched down on nothing but empty air. As Timothy began another round of edging, Jenna desperately begged for the torture to end.

“Please, I promise! No more, I’ll do better!” cried Jenna.

“Last one then, and then we can stop,” said Mrs. Beckner.

The last one was always the worst, and her entire body felt like it was balancing on a razor’s edge as Timothy dragged her back to the cusp of a release once more. Instead of taking her straight to the top however, he seemed to drag it out instead, keeping her right before the precipice for what seemed like hours on end. It was like being lead blindfolded up an endless flight of stairs with no way of knowing when she would be allowed to stop, and Jenna thrashed about on the table as she waited for it to end. Just as she thought it never would however, Timothy pulled his hand away and she clenched down.

As far as denied orgasms went, this was by far the most pathetic and frustrating one she had ever felt. The walls of her tunnel quivered as they tried one last time to seek out the relief that they needed, and then they stopped. A single painful spasm, and then it was over at last. Slowly, Jenna felt the world starting to slow down again as her senses returned. Staring down at the smooth wooden grain of the table in front of her, she slowly pushed herself back up. Somewhere along the way she had lost track of the time, and she realized now that almost half an hour had passed. Supporting herself against the edge of the table, she turned back around.

Mrs. Beckner waited for her with the satisfied look of a punishment well done.

“Feeling better now?” she asked.

Jenna didn’t want to answer, but at this point it was no longer a question of willingness. Digging down through the remnants of her frustration and arousal, Jenna rubbed her legs together against the leftover stickiness of her fluids clinging to the inside of her thighs.

“Yes ma’am,” she said.

It was barely a whisper, but Mrs. Beckner was satisfied.

“Good,” she said, and a smile stretched out across her face, “Now, why don’t we see if we can get through the rest of the worksheets before the night ends.”

She gestured towards the table again, and Jenna hung her head in defeat. Slowly, she forced herself up on shaking legs and sat back down in her chair. The timer started up again, and she watched in despair as another fifteen minutes appeared on the screen.

“Do your best,” said Mrs. Beckner.

There was a long night ahead of them, and Jenna had a feeling that this wouldn’t be the last punishment she was going to receive before the end.

&&&&&&

Try as she might, the entire punishment repeated itself two more times before they were able to get through all the worksheets, and by the time it was over, Jenna was more than ready to go to bed. Her entire body felt sore all over, and she couldn’t even begin to count the number of times she had been edged. All she wanted to do now was lay down and rest.

Standing in front of the bathroom counter, Jenna squirted a generous glob of toothpaste onto her toothbrush as she brushed her teeth. Between her legs, she felt nothing but numbness as her clit throbbed with neglect. After the third time, Mrs. Beckner had drawn the hood back over the sensitive nub to force it back inside the tight confines of its sheath. Even with an entire half hour having passed since then, the tiny organ continued to complain even now. Painful frustration couldn’t even begin to describe how agonizing it felt. Once it had become swollen like this, there was little hope of relief even after a full night of sleep.

With trepidation, Jenna made her way back towards her room to find Mrs. Beckner waiting for her next to her bed. Timothy watched from across the room as she slowly knelt down to bend over the edge. Reluctantly Jenna brought her hands together and began to pray.

“Dear heavenly father…,” said Jenna.

From her bag, Mrs. Beckner produced a short string of training beads, and Jenna swallowed hard as the woman reached out her hand. There were four beads in total, each just under an inch or so in diameter, and she shivered as she felt the cold touch of lubrication land between her cheeks.

“L-… Lead us not into temptation-…,” said Jenna.

The first bead pressed up against her, and her voice quivered as it pushed down against the tight ring of her hole. Assisted by the lubrication however, it had little trouble entering her, and slid in with ease. Slowly, Jenna felt herself stretching around the smooth surface of the bead before the natural clenching of her muscles drew it inside her backdoor.

“Just a little something to help you sleep,” said Mrs. Beckner.

As the second bead pressed up against her, Jenna shivered as it once again started to spread her apart. Pushing the first one deeper inside as it slid in, the fatness of the beads weighed down inside her, and she shuddered to think that there was still two more.

“And forgive us for our sins…,” said Jenna.

The beads were called training beads for a reason, that being they would give her something to squeeze down against at night. With the stimulation being only in her rear however, every time she tried, the resulting fullness would only serve to highlight the contrasting feeling of emptiness elsewhere. Over time, the exercise would hammer into her an instinctual reaction to avoid tensing up while being edged and denied. Unless she tried to suppress her own orgasm and stop herself from clenching, the feeling of frustration would only grow worse.

“Keep us in your heart, that we may be with you today,” said Jenna.

The third bead pushed up against her, and Jenna shook with the effort of keeping herself still. Between her legs, more wetness seeped out from her virgin hole to join the half-dried trails of her previous ordeal. Under the crushing confines of her hood, her clit strained to free itself as the fresh fluids tickled the imprisoned nub in turn. Jenna shivered and swallowed hard. Only one more bead left, and then it would be over.

Mrs. Beckner took her time with the last one, rubbing the round sphere in between her folds a few times before lining it up with her rear. It entered her like the three before it, and Jenna clenched down as her body reacted to the sensation of having yet another foreign object pushed into her backdoor. With only the string connecting the beads left hanging out now, she didn’t want to think about what she looked like from behind as the tightness of her hole wrapped around it. Mrs. Beckner pressed down with her finger to prevent the beads from slipping back out.

“Hold it in now, there’s a good girl,” she said.

“In your name we pray, Amen,” said Jenna.

Mrs. Beckner removed her finger, and Jenna felt her clit twitch with the effort of keeping the training beads inside. Standing up, she climbed into bed and placed her hands next to the straps above her head. As the cuffs sealed themselves around her wrists, she waited patiently for Mrs. Beckner to help her draw the covers up around her chest. For the rest of the night, she would have to sleep like this with her hands unable to reach down any further than her neck.

Timothy waited for his own turn as he lay back in bed. For him, there was little to worry about as he had yet to join the program, but the process was much the same. Today though, he seemed a little more reluctant than usual, and turning her head to the side, Jenna soon saw why. After making sure his hands were secure, Mrs. Beckner looked down. Standing up, Timothy might have been able to hide it but laying flat on his back like this, there was just no way. For the first time in his life, Timothy looked embarrassed as the front of his pajamas rose up to form a tent below his waist. Sliding her fingers into his waistband, Mrs. Beckner drew the fabric down, and his erection sprung free to point straight up into the air.

“Oh my, what do we have here?” said Mrs. Beckner.

Timothy blushed even harder, and standing up at a slight angle, the shaft of his member pulsed as if it was trying to squeeze something out. Nothing came out however, and his face took on a look of frustration that Jenna knew all too well. His hands tugged uselessly at his cuffs, and from the way the tip of his glands seemed to swell up underneath the covering of his foreskin, he must have been like this for quite a while. Most likely ever since dinner for what must have been hours upon end.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a natural reaction,” said Mrs. Beckner, “No touching though, I’m afraid. You’ll have to wait until you’re in the program before you can earn any releases.”

She reached down to rub her finger in a circle around the tip, and Timothy whined in frustration again. Despite how swollen his glands looked, nothing had leaked out yet. Only the tip of his urethra looked ever so slightly wet. His body must have not yet developed enough to produce anything, which meant he was still free from the consequences of his sin.

As lucky as that was however, it would do little to help him against the sense of frustration that he no doubt felt. Reaching into her bag, Mrs. Beckner brought out the jar of EstrusUp cream again, and gathering up just the tiniest amount with her fingers, she reached out to smear it across the underside of his shaft. Immediately, Timothy cried out as his erection rose another fraction of an inch up into the air. His hips thrust upward from the bed, but Mrs. Beckner pushed him back down. Jenna almost felt bad for him. Even if the total amount of cream was less than a quarter of the usual dose, it was still his first time experiencing the effects, and she knew from experience how awful it burned once it touched her down there.

“Just a taste,” said Mrs. Beckner, “Once you’re in the program though, you’ll have to get used to doing this every day.”

Timothy panted as she drew his pajamas back around his waist. Trapped underneath the fabric of his pants again, his member strained upward as it tried to escape.

“Goodnight,” said Mrs. Beckner.

She gave him a kiss on the cheek, and then closed the door as she left. In the silence that fell afterwards, only the soft sound of breathing could be heard as Jenna tried to calm herself down enough to go to sleep. It was hard to focus through the heat that occupied her head.

“It hurts-…,” said Timothy.

His words were cut off by the sound of his own panting, and Jenna wasn’t in a mood to listen either.

“If you say another word, I’ll kill you with my own two hands,” said Jenna.

For once, Timothy went silent and closed his mouth. Keeping her own breathing as shallow as possible, Jenna tried to ignore the throbbing between her legs. In this though, she was not alone. From across the room, the usual taunting she faced every night was absent as Timothy suffered likewise under the effects of the cream. He sighed, and it sounded almost apologetic.

As the hands of the clock moved closer towards midnight, Jenna did her best to endure the frustration that she knew awaited her in her dreams. Sleeping next to her, Timothy would no doubt be doing the same.

Notes: At the time of writing, it is currently December 24 so Merry Christmas!

After all this time, Chapter 6 finally here! This chapter feels a bit longer than the rest, doesn’t it? Mostly that’s because it is. At 8,000 words or so, I don’t think I’ve ever written anything this long before. I was able to fit a lot of content in because of that though, so I’m decently satisfied with how things turned out. I had originally only planned for a short 3,000 word or so chapter in which Jenna and Timothy would both be given some EstrusUp cream after dinner and before bed, but somewhere along the way things sort of got out of hand.

Please forgive me, Jenna, it’s Mrs. Beckner that you should be blaming, not me! I swear!

April 18, 2024 This version of the story has been discontinued. A newer and more current version is available here. https://archiveofourown.org/works/55305820/chapters/140304151