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"In the beginning, there was War. One so great as to surpass all other wars. Now we must pick up the pieces of what comes after."
“Peace in Our Time: A History”, Inauguration Speech of John Robert Willheim, 2nd Leading Chairman of the Neo-Puritan Party
"In the latter half of the 21st century, a rising decline in order spread throughout the world. Rotting, festering, feeding upon its own filth, it dug its roots down deep until there was nothing left untouched. In such times man ate man, dog ate dog, and deep in the bowels of hell the devil laughed his crackling laughter."
“Chastity Leading the People”, documentary, opening passage by Cleo MacShannon (1/3)
Like every other girl her age, Jenna hated Mondays.
She had been dreaming a dream. A nice one about flying. The sky was blue with hardly a cloud in sight – a sort of crystal-clear blue that reminded her of the ocean – and soaring through the air on a pair of silver-tipped wings there was nothing to stop her from going wherever she wanted. Over forests, over mountains, brushing past the tips of their snow-covered peaks, the entire world stretched out in front of her like a canvas as she raced towards the end. Her wings pushed upward, and down through the valleys she went. Then, rising up at last over the rocky cliffs of the horizon she stretched her arms out towards the edge, reaching, feeling, almost as if she knew there was something waiting for her there…
Of course, that was when her alarm just had to ring, and with a feeling akin to falling she gasped as she was pulled back from the world of the dead. Straight from the comforts of unconsciousness and into the frying pan that was her life. Half past six, the display told her, and nearly an entire hour and a half before school was due to begin. Groaning, she turned around to fall back asleep. The sun was already starting to shine in through the window though, and as the golden rays scattered across the ceiling there wasn’t a whole lot she could do but look around with her hands still bound above her head.
Jenna yawned. A full minute passed as she waited for the sensors around her wrists to come online. There was always that slight delay. Eventually though they finally released her, and for a short while she sat there as she blinked away the last remaining dregs of sleep. It was still the middle of August after all, and barely a full week had passed since the fall semester began. Which wasn’t so bad all things considered, she tried to remind herself, were she not already in her second year of intermediate school and thus her second year of the NYDI program.
Well damn. And it really had been such a nice dream.
Letting out a sigh, she turned over to look at the marks left on her hands. It was something she should have gotten used to by now, and had probably gotten used to already, but somehow that never seemed to stop the feeling. Almost as if the older she got the stronger it became, though she was hardly any special in that regard when it came to such things. At least when it came to most other girls her age.
By law, from the moment she entered puberty and her body started to change she had been required to sleep with her hands bound together above the sheets. The official stance was never really stated, only a brief lecture every now and then about the posture of her neck, but anyone with more than half a brain cell to rub together could understand. It wasn’t as if girls like her were allowed to masturbate after all, and the less she knew about such topics the less her chances of sin.
“But do they really have to go so far?” she mumbled to herself.
Glancing over towards the empty space at the front of the room, Jenna sighed as she got out of bed. Between the various changes of the New Youth Developmental Initiative and the strictness of the Purity Bills, it was almost like the changes in her life had spiraled out of hand. Point number one? The giant gaping hole in the wall where there used to be a door. There was no way she would ever be able to forget something like that. Not in a million years, even if it was her father’s idea.
The first thing he had done when they got back from her initiation was to remove the entire thing from its hinges. Not really that surprising considering that he was an officer in the Public Guard, and had to at least make a pretense of keeping up appearances. Where it really started to get awkward though was that unsatisfied with the results, it had taken him less than a week after that to remove the one that led to the bathroom as well as the toilet. Then, three days later came the shower curtain that she was so used to, the old plastic film replaced with a transparent and see-through sheet, and now anyone walking by only needed to turn their heads to see if she was still behaving herself like the proper young lady she was expected to be.
Hands above her waist, feet together, and absolutely no fooling around for any longer than she needed. Five seconds max with the showerhead down there, and that was it. Unless, of course, she rather fancied the idea of another spanking, and after the dozenth or so time of being bent over the edge of the living room couch with her skirt lifted upward and her panties dragged down to her knees, it was simply easier to just go along with the entire thing.
Spare the rod, spoil the child, as the old sayings went. Her parents had been quite fond of the passage as well lately. That didn’t mean she had to like it at the same time though since she still had to do things like use the bathroom, or did they somehow manage to forget? Like, what if someone tried to walk in? Would she just ask them to leave? Could she even? What if they didn’t and insisted on staying? Needless to say, it didn’t take her long to keep track of where everyone else was in the house every time she needed to do her business or get changed.
Speaking of which…
Stepping out into the hall, Jenna quickly turned to both sides to make sure the coast was clear. Then, ducking back into her room again, she reached over to grab her school uniform from where she had left it next to her desk. One last glance over her shoulder to make sure that nobody was there, and taking a deep breath she forced herself to reach down with her hands.
The fact that she had to do this every day didn’t make it any easier. Slowly her pajamas rose up above her head, and she watched as her reflection stared back at her from the mirror placed beside her bed. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and just the tiniest fraction of an inch under four feet ten, to anyone looking on at the smoothness of her barely existent curves they would have seen just another girl trapped on the very edges of development. Which she was of course, and thus the description fit rather intimately. All the way down to the flatness of her hips and the thinness of her legs, and trailing down over her shoulders, the golden strands of her hair seemed to shimmer against the light as they fell against her still growing breasts. Or perhaps yet to grow would have made for a better description in this case.
Outside, the birds chattered away at one another as Jenna looked over at the tiny little points sticking up from her chest. Even from up close it was almost as if they were barely even there, and aside from the softly perked ends of her still pink areola, only the slightest hint of a curve could be seen about the width of her hand. And that was only if she deliberately brought her arms together and bent over at the waist. Like that she might have been able to pretend, but the moment she stood back up whatever presence of a bust seemed to all but disappear.
Perfectly smooth and flat, she thought sourly, just like she was last year. Slowly, her gaze dropped down to her other parts down below to confirm that they weren’t any better off either. Between her legs the shallow curve of her privates could just about be seen with not even a single strand of invisible peach fuzz to hide behind, and the more she stood there with her legs spread apart, the more it seemed like her body was determined to be stuck that way with every last detail of her most intimate bits fully visible and on display.
And just to think that some of the other students at school have already been allowed to experience their first ever release…
Jenna shook her head. Better not think about it for now and just focus on getting dressed. Reaching up, she pulled her uniform over her shoulders before fastening her skirt around her waist. Then, hesitating for just a moment, she looked down at the last remaining garment she held in her hands. A pair of plain white panties, factory made and fully compliant with regulations. Here was where things started to get serious, and where she needed to be a little more mindful of her current routine.
“Right, you can do this,” she said, more for her own sake than anything else.
It was a task she dreaded every morning, and no doubt the same went as well for every other girl in her class. Despite the trepidation, it was really just a basic exercise in restraint. As mandated by the Purity Bills, from the day she joined the NYDI program and had her name marked down in the database a small anti-masturbation device in the form of an RFID sensor chip had been placed in her womb just behind her cervix. About the size of a thumbnail, most of the time it was easy to pretend that it didn’t exist. The moment her fingers wandered closer than the maximum allowed distance of four inches from its detection range though an alert would be raised, and after that the outcome of the infraction depended on several different things.
If her current level of arousal was low, the device would simply let out a small electrical pulse to notify her of her mistake. Don’t do it again. Simple enough to understand. God help her, however, if her vaginal canal was anything but dry like the way it should be since built into the device was a variety of highly advanced sensors that could detect everything from the stiffness of her nipples down to the tightness of her anus, and after a brief consultation of all the variables the only thing left to do was to calculate a suitable punishment for her to enjoy.
Jenna shivered. The official chart was published online if she ever felt like reading it over, but after the first couple of times it was obvious that the functionality remained the same. Once the sentence was declared the probes attached to the surface would begin to apply a series of phantom vibrations to her g-spot and her clit. Instead of pleasure, however, the goal was the exact opposite, and as the stimulation forced her closer and closer to the edge of a climax, the session would cut off at the very last moment just before she could finish. For sixty painful seconds it would hold her there, balanced on the very edge of an orgasm that she knew she was never going to get. Then, once it was satisfied that the lesson had been applied, the counter would increase by one and the process would start all over again from the beginning.
As such, still holding onto her panties by the side, Jenna bit down on her lips. A single millisecond of error was all it would take, and depending on how wet she happened to be the session could continue anywhere from a couple of minutes to an entire hour in length. Then, even if she somehow managed to hit the edge she still had to be careful since the device would simply release a blocking signal that prevented her walls from being able to contract. No contractions meant no orgasms, no orgasms meant no relief, and with her entire body physically cut off from the ability to climax, the only way to make it stop was to sit there and wait for it to end.
It was just about the worst thing that could happen to her right now before school. The first time it took place, she thought she was going to pass out and faint. Not even a spanking felt as bad. An entire day of frustration all while her walls continued to clench over and over against nothing but empty air, and by the time the punishment stopped the soreness that remained was almost painful beyond belief. So much so that after the first couple of times of finding out the hard way, it didn’t take much to convince her to never touch herself down there ever again.
Ba-dump… ba-dump… ba-dump…
A moment passed, and then another as Jenna stood there in front of the mirror. Down below, her skirt continued to remain bunched up around her waist.
“Come on, stop delaying. You can do this,” she said again.
In response, her reflection stared back at her unblinking. It always did, like it was trying to judge her for her actions. Be a good girl and get a move on, it seemed to say, as if putting on her panties was simple as that. Coincidentally, it also seemed to ignore the way her privates were still fully visible between her legs. It wasn’t as if she had much of a choice though, she thought, not when she still had to get ready, and so reaching down with her hands she slowly drew the garment up her legs. Inch by painful inch it slid into place, and in the long moment of silence that followed she waited the inside of the fabric made contact with her skin.
Jenna closed her eyes. The feeling was… nerve wracking. Soft, so soft, like a layer of silk resting directly against her slit. Fortunately for today, however, the device inside her stayed remained as she pulled her fingers away, and with the last piece of her uniform now in place, she smoothed down the sides of her skirt one last time before glancing over at her reflection again.
An intermediate school student on the very cusp of puberty stared back at her, her features perfectly smooth and slightly shorter than most of her peers. Not by much though, and with her hips just starting to widen and her breasts just starting to come in, it almost looked like she had gotten stuck halfway through the process of becoming a proper young teen. Beautiful like an angel but stubborn as an ox, her mother liked to say, and with a mind built strong enough to bulldoze her way through a pile of bricks. Or at least those were the words she liked to use every time they received yet another complaint from her teachers at school for whatever trouble she happened to get into again.
If only she could put her intelligence to good use instead of getting into fights all the time, her mother would sigh, as if being enrolled in the program had done nothing at all for her wellbeing. Well, nothing except for the fact that she had to be a little more careful about keeping her hands away from herself now every time she needed to take a shower or get changed. And to avoid thinking too many naughty thoughts about boys while not being able to masturbate, but that was a thought for later when she had more time.
Happy that she managed to get dressed, Jenna smiled to herself as she gathered her notes from her desk. Tossing them into her backpack along with her textbooks, she turned to make her way down the stairs. Already she could smell the scent of breakfast drifting over from the kitchen, and her stomach growled as she tried not to think about whether there would be a quiz later on in the day.
She would probably find out later once she got to school. For now, there was just the delicious thought of breakfast waiting for her downstairs.