Within the Second Northeast Correctional Center, certain events caused suspicion concerning the rules for sexual continence within the educational Ladder of Purity program. As a result, prison authorities decided to test a group of "pure individuals."
The chief warden released an announcement directed at these prisoners, concealing the true meaning of this test:
After much struggle and effort, you've gained victory over many of your sinful passions – the most important of which is the sexual urge. The ordinary prison is no longer the appropriate place for you. As a compromise between the observation of the law and the need to reward your achievement in a befitting way, we've set up a new type of prison – Prison Settlement. It is located in close proximity to the Correctional Center as a constant reminder of your vanished, vicious personality. You shall live and work in the settlement until the end of your sentence, enjoying full liberty as in an ordinary town. The only restriction is the circular fence that surrounds the perimeter.
Despite this announcement, not one word was said about the nanoscale sensors in every inmate. As in the first test, these devices were placed near the genital nerves and informed the wardens about any prohibited activity. However, they had one very significant improvement. The signal was not just sent outward, to the wardens, but inward to a nerve passing through the pelvis and along the inner part of the thigh. This additional unnatural stimulation of the nerve could be described as an unpleasant, even painful sensation in some of the leg muscles.
* * * * *
All prisoners were in high spirits at the end of the workday. All but one. Linda was alone in her room, trying to put her mind in order.
Once again, a man had broken her fragile tranquility. It was a real man this time, not a shadow from her memories. His gaze reminded her of the looks men had given her in those distant years when she was Miss Coleman, not prisoner number 56314. Linda couldn't help moving her body with the single goal of attracting the man's attention. She was pleased by the fact that he never failed to fulfill her expectations. His interested glances woke up a forgotten warmth in her heart that was both immoral and fascinating.
When she slowly emerged from her dreamland, she winced. Her hands were sliding down her body, trying to recreate the hungry male gaze. And, worse, Linda felt the heat descend from her heart to her loins. She gingerly touched her pussy. The sensation made her arch her back and made her legs tremble. Encouraged by the voluptuous feeling, the woman dared to begin rubbing her willing flesh . . . Only, several seconds later, she became paralyzed with fright.
Her fingertips left her pussy and brushed against her thighs. Strange, painful spikes bound up her thighs with every forbidden move.
Why? How? Who?
Linda thought, pursing her lips and choking on sobs.
It doesn't matter.
Wherever the pain came from, it stopped her from plunging into sinfulness.
* * *
As a group of prisoners were leaving the carpentry workshop, one woman walked up to one of the male inmates, saying, "Hello. Let's take a walk together. We have about two hours before dinner."
The man looked at their colleagues, who were passing by, and nodded. When the others walked away, the woman turned to her companion. "Mathew, some days ago you told me something about burning memories. How do you feel today?"
"No difference, Roberta," he sighed and bowed his shoulders. "I can't forget how I denied the authorities doubts during our trial. I worry that someone will find out that I twisted the truth to protect us. These memories burn me constantly. I even have nightmares because of them."
"This is a big threat," she said, biting her lip. "Your words saved us, but they could bring us another sentence. We have to extinguish this fire. Look...I understand that you are not devoted to these purification rules, are you?
Matthew nodded and she continued with sparkling eyes.
"I may try to wheedle your attention from the past to the present. You know the saying 'Every man has two heads – one above and one below'? With your agreement, I could try to move the fire from your upper head to your lower one."
"You shall fight the fire with fire, eh?" He smiled firmly. "Let's give it a try."
They went behind the workshop and crept between the logs. Roberta knelt before him, pulling down his pants and underwear in one move. Her fingers and tongue slid along his genitals with gentle movements. Matthew hissed. Melting waves rose up to his brain in an inseparable mix with shudders in his legs, something like a tingle in a limb that had fallen asleep.
