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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.