(Contains graphic sexual and BDSM depictions, including chastity, tease-and-denial, otk spanking, fellatio, anal sex, and group sex. There is also a brief reference to past sexual trauma. This story takes place in a forced chastity dystopia where uncoerced consent is effectively impossible, but all characters gain at least some enjoyment from the scenes depicted and are over 18. For the reading pleasure of interested adults only.)
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It was a few minutes before the end of Disciplinary Implements class, and Professor Lawrence was collecting the single-fall whips they'd been practicing with, while the students traded and graded each other's targets.
Kristen and Zach had both succeeded in annihilating most of the center of their targets while keeping a full circle of unbroken paper around the edge. From what Kristen could see when she glanced to the side, most of the rest of the class had too.
The way Professor Lawrence kept bouncing on his toes and glancing at the clock told her this was not the last order of business for the day. She hoped they weren't going to have to spend the final minutes practicing on their lowest-scoring classmate while waiting for dismissal.
"One more week," Professor Lawrence said with a slow grin, stacking up the targets as the class passed them forward. "Are you excited?"
"Yes, sir," the class answered in unison.
Chastity chains clinked against the hard chairs of the classroom, as the trainees shifted restlessly. Kristen gripped the edge of her desk and tried to look as desperate as if she'd been completely denied for months, like most of her classmates, instead of days, counting from the last time she and Zach had been able to sneak off alone together.
She did not look at Zach to check how well he was doing at the same performance.
"One more week to wrap up the discipline module," Professor Lawrence continued, "before we move on to the pleasure module."
The restlessness intensified. So did his smile.
"Right, and, incidentally, that's also when you'll all complete your mandatory deprivation period, and become eligible to spend points on pleasure for yourselves again. In case anyone
hasn't
been counting."
This prompted a nervous titter, which Kristen joined in on.
"I hope you've all been using this time to save up," said Professor Lawrence.
The reactions to this were a little more varied. Some trainees nodded proudly, others ducked their heads and examined their desks.
Kristen had racked up a comfortable hundred and twenty points before quitting the taste-blocking experiment, and she was looking forward to spending them on some targeted vibration when the big day came. Not spending them would only attract suspicion, after all.
"For those of you who've been especially good, there's an opportunity coming up that I think might interest you," said Professor Lawrence.
The class waited in tense silence.
"As you've probably come to understand by now, your officer mentors are not some kind of all-powerful rogue agents. They're humble servants of the Bureau, just like you. And they're all due for routine evaluation. For five thousand points, you can turn the tables for a day and be the one to conduct that evaluation."
The room filled with breathless silence.
"For some of you, this will mean a chance to discipline someone who's made the last three months especially hard on you," said Professor Lawrence. "For others, it will allow you new ways to please someone you've been trying to impress. Or, it might just be a chance to get straight answers to any lingering questions you have for your mentors."
Kristen's desperate grip on her desk became suddenly sincere. Those hundred and twenty points on her chastity device's counter suddenly felt pitiful.
"How many of you haven't been quite as good as you'd like?" asked Professor Lawrence.
Kristen heard a forest of other hands rise into the air, along with hers.
"Good news, then," said Professor Lawrence. "We have some VIPs looking to schedule their visits, and we have multiple openings for volunteers to act as skin girls, skin boys, and skin enbies for them. Point value for this service depends on the actual contents of the visits, but it averages in the tens of thousands. The upper record is over a billion. Any takers?"
Kristen shot her hand back into the air.
Fewer other hands joined her this time, some of them shaking with uncertainty, but there were still enough that Professor Lawrence had to take a moment to count them.
"Wonderful. Tap your tablets to mine on your way out, and you'll receive the full instructions," said Professor Lawrence. "Dismissed."
#
"Not trying for the mentor eval?" Kristen asked Zach, who had decidedly not touched his tablet to Professor Lawrence's.
"No, I'm not planning on doing an extra gross job for the Bureau, so that I can buy the honor of doing a different unpaid job for the Bureau," Zach answered as they walked the noisy corridor back toward the barracks.
"Are you going to try to talk me out of it, then?" Kristen teased.
"If you want to do the eval session that bad..." Zach sighed. "I don't get it. But you already know what I can give you, and it's not that. So...."
He made an effort at not saying anything for several steps.
"You do know what it means, right?" he asked. "Being a skin girl?"
"Of course," said Kristen. "I mean, I know the basics."
#
The visitor room Kristen was assigned to report to for skin girl service was significantly more comfortable than the standard ones she was used to.
Instead of a steel table and chairs, there was an actual bed, like one might find in a hotel, surrounded by couches, end tables, and a drink cart. An armoire stood open, displaying a selection of pleasure and punishment tools as if there were no concern at all of them being misused. The whole scene suggested long, leisurely evenings more than appointments in a federal office.
Kristen's ID card had successfully opened the door, and no one else was there yet, so she settled onto one of the couches, turned on her tablet screen, and snuck in a few minutes of study for her finals.
The next person to enter was Officer Deacon.
She startled visibly when her eyes fell on Kristen. "What the hell are you doing here?" she hissed.
"I volunteered," said Kristen. "Are you conducting the appointment?"
"No," Officer Deacon answered through her teeth.
"You're not the VIP I'm serving, are you?" Kristen asked, momentarily hopeful.
"No," Officer Deacon repeated.
It took Kristen a moment to realize what possibility that left. "
You
volunteered too?"
