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 CUNTANAMO BAY

   Part 4 of ?  by SensoryOverlord
Place: What was once America.

   Ammendments to the Morality Act provisions for single women, youths and
other groups

   After some years of the new system, the congressional committee for DHM
oversight received a list of recommendations from the DHM study group on
sexual ethics.  After committee discussion they are drawn up almost
unaltered into a bill to ammend the Morality Act.  With the large AJP
majority it passes both House and Senate with only minor alterations, and
is signed into law by the President on YYYMMDD.

   The recommendations were:

   1.  Chastity Exceptions.  That the absolute ban on sexual stimulation
and orgasms for single females, ie those without active male guardianship,
failed to provide for certain exceptional circumstances in which
legitimately authorised and professionally administered sexual stimulation
and even orgasm of single women would arguably yield quantifiable social
benefit.  Public concerns regarding verification that single females
receiving orgasms were doing so only via officially approved channels, were
addressed by modifications to the existing Single Woman's Public MPA
registry database.  Previously only yearly averages of arousal levels and
sexual contact briefs were made available online for all single females. 
In support of this provision, full logs of sexual activity were added.

   (This was always intended as a revenue raising initiative.  DHM
franchised 'female relief clinics' were opened, offering a menu of sexual
relief proceedures, all at quite high cost.  Some proceedures included
'offsite' components, involving programmed operation of the client MPAs. 
Online ordering via credit card and PlayPal also became available. 
Effectively, single women could now subscribe to a specified number of
MPA-induced orgasms per month, in their own homes.  Thus negating the whole
point of the AJP party platform, the DHM, MPAs, and so on.)

   2.  Exceptions relating to masturbaton and other sexual acts.  The
absolute ban on the moral scourge of autonomous single-female masturbation
unquestionably must stand, to preserve the moral purity of the Nation. 
However instances have been identified in which ethically positive outcomes
would derive from extending 'sexual guardianship authority' for females to
various entities other than a guardian.  Formats envisaged include
licencing of medically prescribed masturbation and other sexual acts,
empowering of courts to issue orders of masturbation and sexual acts to
individuals, mandatory activities comprising units of approved educational
courses, directives of correctional facility staff, contractual obligations
including employment contracts, and lawful orders of police and DHM
officers in the course of their duties.

   In all instances, masturbation exception directives may require or
exclude attainment of orgasm, and specify methods, duration, times and
dates, locations, and any other requisites.  MPA programming may be used to
enforce compliance, or merely monitor voluntary compliance.  The
legislation ammendments should lay out penalty types and ranges for
non-compliance with lawful directives.

   3.  Sexual maturation health screening program.  The DHM working group
on sexual health has determined that instances of physiological and
psychological defects developing among young males and females upon
reaching puberty are being missed due to the higher standard of feminine
abstinence prevalent today thanks to the Public Morality Act.  To address
this unfortunate state of affairs, the DHM 'Healthy Youth' program of
yearly medical checkups should be expanded to include comprehensive
evaluation and tracking of individual sexual physiology, functional
competency and awareness.  This program should begin from age 10 for
females and age 12 for males, or fitting of an MPA (whichever is earlier),
and continue till age 21 or marriage, whichever is earlier.

   One objective of the maturation tracking program, is to identify for
each young person the time when they develop to full sexual competency.  It
has been determined that young individuals at this point are best able to
acquire via experience a healthy awareness and appreciation of their own
sexual potential.  Failure to acquire these attributes around this time
does unfortunately tend to occur as a result of abstinence, and can lead to
physical and behavioural defects in latter years.

   Consequently the Heathy Youth program should provide an opening for one
standard 'practical sensuality' educational session for each young person
within one year of them being found to have reached basic sexual
competency. It is envisaged that a session would involve a three day stay
at a Healthy Youth camp.  Daily activities would include graded levels of
sexual arousal induced by calibrated mechanisms, culminating in
pogressively lengthening orgasm familiarization sessions.  Practical
Sensuality educational session attendance would be open to both males and
females, but with different attendance requirements:

   Males: Given the legislated requirements for optimal ejaculatory
frequency, attendance at a Practical Sensuality session post-puberty is
considered optional.  Attendance or not would be selected by the male's
guardian, unless overriding consideratons became apparent to DHM oversight.
Females: The practical sensuality educational program is primarily
intended to correct deficiencies in the feminine chastity regulations. 
Therefore attendance of eligible females is mandatory.  Attendance must
occur within one year of attainment of basic sexual competency, as
determined by the DHM 'Healthy Youth' program of yearly medical checkups.
4.  Restrictions on Surgical Modification of Sexual Organs at Birth. 
The DHM working group on sexual health has identified two problematical
issues involving surgical proceedures on infants.  They are male

circumcision, and female clitoral reduction.

   4.1 Male cicumcision is a practice originating in Judaic religious
customs.  For complex reasons the practice had spread widely in Western
culture prior to the Troubles, alongside a ubiquitous misrepresentation of
it's purpose and effects.  The original primary historical intent for the
practice was to make male masturbation difficult, thus (hopefully)
increasing the rate of reproduction of the minority ethnic group in
question.  Tribal identification is also likely to have been a factor.

   Given adequate supervision of childhood foreskin retraction and
cleanliness habits, there are zero practical benefits to removal of the
foreskin.  While there are significant risks and negative consequences of
it's removal.  The surgical risks include potentially serious disfigurement
of the penis, and wound infection including fatalities such as from AIDS.
Other negatives include loss of the vaginal penetrative aid of the
foreskin, reduction of sensitivity of the glans due to constant dryness and
friction in daily life, and of course, the original rationale - greatly
complicated mechanics of male manual stimulation of the penis due to lack
of the natural sliding capacity of the penile skin and foreskin.  In
today's enlightened, medically realistic society, regulated routine male
erection exercising and seminal release is considered optimal for good
health, for which male penile stimulation is considered a necessity,
beginning from early puberty.  Since this will be often by manual rather
than vaginal means, retention of the foreskin is highly beneficial.

   Furthermore, it is the judgement of the DHM working group on sexual
health, that much of the historical support for male circumcision in
non-Judaic society originated from two groups.  One, the Judaics, wishing
to impose their ways on non-Judaics.  The other, women/mothers wishing in
some cases to impose penile mutilation, and others for nonsensical notions
involving 'aesthetic neatness' and social conformity.  Consequently, the
DHM working group on sexual health strongly discourages the practice of
male circumcision.  It is expected that in the not too distant future, this
will be changed to a recommendation to outlaw the practice except where
strictly necessary for medical reasons.

   4.2 Female clitoral reduction is a little known practice, despite
occuring in significant numbers in western societies.  Investigations
reveal rates of 2 to 3 or higher per thousand live births.  The practice is
not 'cultural', but rather is best considered as a (misguided) tradition of
western medical practice.  Some female infants are born with a visibly
larger than average clitoris, ranging from a slight projection of the
clitoral tip past the labia, to a distinctly penis-like projection at the
head of the labial cleft.  Unfortunately, doctors on the whole are under
the impression that such occurences are 'malformed'.  They are known in
such cases to recommend to parents that the 'abnormality' be surgically
corrected in the early days of the infant's life.  Such cases are almost
never mentioned in any public or medical records.  The justifications for
surgical 'correction' typically presented to the parents involve statements
such as "It will be an embaressment to her in later life" and "the organ
will be prone to over-active sexual arousal, possibly affecting her
sexuality", and so on.

   The DHM working group on sexual health has investigated many such cases
of surgical 'correction', and also several instances where no 'correction'
was performed on infants with such statistical outlier genital
developments. In the cases of 'correction', significnt and permanent
reduction of clitoral sensitivity, up to and including serious lifelong
disablement, was relatively common.  In the cases where no intervention
surgery was performed, individual sexual and social characteristics often
did display significant variance from the mean.  However in no cases were
these judged to have overall social, moral or personal negative summations
of consequences.  Under the Sexual Richness Doctrine, such variations are
now considered to be a social positive.  'Being different' in itself is not
undesirable.  From a viewpoint of reverence for the Creator, it is obvious
that variety in life is a mark of the Creator's essence, and that attempts
to stamp out uniqueness verge on blasphemy.  It can be argued that this
applies especially to sexuality, being so closely related to the
continuance of the Creator's works, in particular the race of Man.

   On a practical level, it was found that clitoral developments exceeding
the statistical mean, especially where projection of the non-tumescent
clitoris past the labial profile occurs, does correlate with higher
tendency to sexual arousal.  With the larger cases of clitoral development,
spontaneous arousal and prolonged arousal without deliberate stimulation
were quite common.  As were 'social' issues such as high visibility of the
tumescent organ under clothing such as swimwear, tights, sportswear, etc.
Virtually all of the survey participants experiencing such effects reported
significnt social embarresment factors, up to and including incidents of
extreme public humiliation, where groups of their peers performed 'pranks'
of various kinds upon them.

   4.2.1 Case study, Large Clitoris Left Intact

   For instance, one survey participant, Judy (not her real name) related
an experience that occured when she was 16.  Her clitoris measures 3" long
and 3/4" diameter at the root when tumescent, and has always, since several
years before her puberty been prone to spontaneous engorgement due to
labial friction from walking and other physical activities.  Judy admitted
she had been a very frequent masturbator before the incident, and continued
to seek opportunities to masturbate until joining the America The Pure
program and getting an MPA.  Under the amnesty granted to study
participants, no charges have been laid.  This narative of events has been
constructed from detailed spoken interviews and hypnotic regression
sessions with Judy herself under the terms of the study amnesty for
criminal female sexual activities, together with voluntary interviews with
all other persons who played a part in these events.

   The primary incident occured a year before she'd joined, and none of the
other girls involved had MPAs at that time either.  Judy was stripped of
all her clothes during an entire 5 day wilderness hiking trip with female
schoolfriends.  The continual walking ensured she remained fully tumescent
and highly aroused during the days, while during the nights she was forced
to remain naked in the common tent together with her four clothed
companions.  Who amused themselves with games combining verbal taunts about
her 'penis', while penetrating her vagina with fingers and various objects,
teasing her unusual clitoris with fingers and mouths, practicing 'rope
ties' on her body and in the case of her clitoris, ties with string, hair
elastics, and other items.  Judy's friends pretended they were convinced
that if she orgasmed she would ejaculate large amounts of sticky, icky
seminal fluid all over everything inside the tent.  From the end of her
clitoris, despite this being obviously impossible due to the absense of any
opening.

   They were maintaining this falsehood both as pretense to avoid forcing
her to orgasm, and also to further humiliate her.  More practically though
because they knew the details of the recently passed Public Morality Act
relating to unmaried females and the prohibition of orgasm.  It amused them
to observe the torment Judy was in due to her high clitoral sensitivity and
their constantly teasing her to the edge of orgasm.  More significantly
though, in their case they were effectively her acting guardians since they
had invited her on the walk, she'd joined willingly and her parents had
agreed to her participation.  Consequently their treatment of her isn't in
any way an offense under the law.  It's accepted law that her parents can
be assumed to have known her 'condition' would certainly manifest itself
very obviously and need to be managed to satisfy her companion's obligation
to ensure she did not orgasm, and thus effectively granted guardianship of
their daughter (known to them to be a compulsive masturbator) to her
companions.  At home the measures the parents had begun to use to monitor
her since the passing of the Sexual Morality laws also included frequent
imposed nudity, genital manipulations including vaginal inspections and
restraining bondage applied on some nights.  They had chosen to permanently
depiliate their daughter's crotch, to eliminate one source of frictional
irritation of her unusually large clitoris.  At the time of the hiking trip
Judy was fully depiliated in the crotch.

   It is uncertain whether her schoolfriends initially knew of these
aspects of her home life, but that detail is not significant.  Effectively
as guardians the schoolfriends were imposing what would legally be accepted
as required anti-masturbation measures in the circumstances.

   While they later slept beside Judy in the tent each night they had her
hands and feet tied outwards to the four corner pegs of the tent, ensuring
she could not masturbate, though they frequently during the walk taunted
her that they should allow her to, while videoing her actions then
reporting her to the DHM.  In fact if they had done so they would have been
committing an offense, by knowingly abetting her msturbation and orgasm. 
Fortunately they did not carry out this threat, and throughout the entire
five day adventure she did not reach an orgasm.  It is not entirely clear
whether the group of girls were aware that as Judy's assigned Guardians
they were legally entitled to stimulate Judy to orgasm, or whether they
simply prefered to maintain her in a state of sexual tension.

   She was delivered home in the car of one of the girl's parents, now
clothed for the drive in a cutoff t-shirt and thin pair of white lycra
tights that one of the girls had donated.  Not loaned, since they'd cut out
a small hole in the front, then pulled the cloth opening down over her
still prominently tumescent clitoris.  The tights were a couple of sizes
too small for her and had been pulled tightly up her hips, resulting in a
prominent camel toe emphasizing the projection of her stiff clit from the
upper juncture of her puffy labia.  The tight circle of cloth around it's
base had caused the finger of blood-stretched flesh to become even more
engorged and take on a deeper shade of red due to reduced circulation. 
(See 3 cellphone photos, taken by the father who drove her home.  1,2 taken
before entering his vehicle, full figure and crotch closeup.  #3 taken in
car at time of arrival at Judy's home.  Note no diminishment of
tumescence.)

   It had itched and ached throbbingly through the long drive home, but
with her hands secured to a rope loop around her neck, a rucksack placed in
the floorwell between her knees holding them wide apart, her schoolfriend
sitting beside her and the girl's father driving with the rear view mirror
angled to watch all of her not outside, there was nothing she could do
about it.

   On arriving home Judy had immediately, while the other persons were
still present, complained in outrage to her parents about her treatment. 
Contrary to her expectations this had only led to further humiliation.  Her
friend's father who'd picked them up at the end of the walk said he had
immediately observed Judy's state, and had insisted on her hands being tied
while in his vehicle, since he was worried of becoming liable for an orgasm
she might achieve while he was responsible for her.  He points out the
soaked state of the cloth in her camel toe, where her own juices have
rendered the thin white lycra almost completely transparent around her
vaginal opening and to her rear, where her squirming on the vinyl car seat
have smeared her juices.

   Her parents, knowing their daughter's tendencies, hadn't even untied her
hands.  Instead they'd politely asked the other girl for her version of
events.  The girl answered sufficiently truthfully, admitting that due to
the daughter's highly visible arousal and it's continuance throughout the
entire walk, her friends had felt it necessary to take unusual measures to
prevent the daughter committing any acts of single-female masturbation or
orgasm.

   To their daughter's dismay her parents had approved, and thanked her
schoolfriend for the mature concern and responsibility she and her friends
had shown.  The daughter was once more stripped of clothing, with her
mother commenting that the tights were a clever idea for Judy and she'd see
about running a buttonhole seam around the edge of the small hole to
tighten it up a little and ensure it didn't fray.  They were clearly very
suitable for car-wear, and with a short skirt or perhaps just a small bib
at the front would suit well for trips to the mall.

   Then in the presence of her schoolfriend, the friend's father, and her
own two younger brothers, Judy was given a fairly severe spanking for being
rude and unappreciative of her friend's well-meaning efforts to help her.
The parents then asked the schoolfriend if she and the other girls might be
available to perform the same sexual guardianship of their daughter in
future.  Both on similar outings and at their home when they (her parents)
were away.  They would pay standard babysitting rates.

   And so this had transpired.  For the remainder of that year, until being
fitted with an MPA, Judy was under the care of one or more of her
schoolfriends in her own home for one or two evenings a week, and whole
weekends on about eight instances.  The constant supervision had been
sufficient to make it virtually impossible for her to achieve the orgasms
she craved, and she developped a near-permanent state of clitoral priapism.
Due to this condition, the risk of stimulation by the rubbing of cloth
against her clitoris, and the high rate of production of vaginal
lubrication, she was permanently forbidden to wear clothing inside the
house.  Both her parents, the various schoolfriends who came to act as
guardian, and even with parental permission her younger brothers, all made
a frequent point of conducting close visual and manual inspections of her
vaginal internal state, and her clitoral degree of tumescence.  Her mother
went out of her way to teach her father, younger brothers, and even her
schoolfriends, how to inspect the degree of tumescence of her G-spot, and
estimate her degree of spontaneous arousal by the rate at which her G-spot
tumescence would increase while stroked very lightly until indications of
an imminent orgasm made it necessary to stop.

   Not wishing to be outdone, her father bought a small vernier calipers
and pinned a chart to the kitchen pinboard, on which the exact dimensions
of her clitoris were plotted together with arousal level ratings derived by
the G-spot massage technique.  He said he didn't trust anyone else to
perform the method consistently, so took on the duty of performing this
test himself.  Twice a day.

   Morning inspections occured in the kitchen with everyone present.  Just
before breakfast he'd have her bend front down over the kitchen granite
benchtop, resting on her forearms with hands flat on the stone, fingers
splayed wide to reveal every twitch of her muscles, bare feet on the floor
and legs spread wide, her face turned so he (and everyone else) could watch
her expressions and the growing blush of arousal spread over her face and
neck.  He'd stand behind her naked buttocks, reach between her legs to her
oversized clitoris which was usually already rigidly extended.  He'd
briefly manipulate it to judge it's degree of 'morning wood' as he'd
jokingly describe it while commenting to everyone on whether Judy was being
exceptionally naughty this day, or just her usual very naughty.  On some
days such as when she'd woken during a particularly erotic dream, she'd
already be so rigid he'd make a point of demonstrating to her and the
others how it could be pulled backwards then let go, vibrating to it's rest
position with an almost audible 'twang!'

   The first time he'd encountered this he'd taken the time there at the
morning table to interrogate her complete with hard spanks for
prevarication, and excruciatingly beautiful but frustrating teasing of her
pussy as encouragement, till he'd got her to admit the cause.  Then go on
to describe the contents of the dream in some detail.  If she hadn't been
so fuzzy headed with the arousal and need and spankings and the
brain-freezing humiliation of having to answer in front of her entire
family, she should have been able to make up something other than the
truth. Which was that she'd been dreaming of this very scene, except that
her father was actually fucking her wildly from behind instead of carefully
fingering her, her brothers were squeezing her breasts, mum was pushing a
greasy finger deep into her bottom, and she was just about to have a mind
blowing climax when her alarm went off and she woke up.  Followed a few
minutes later by mum coming into her room to untie her from the bed and
then supervise Judy through her very quick toilet and shower.  After which,
here she is, pulse rate and blood pressure barely fallen at all.

   The routine next stage of these morning inspections she considers the
worst of her daily trials.  He glances at the wall clock and notes the
time. For the first time each morning she feels a pressure against the
always wet entrance to her vagina.  He never varies this, just touches her
directly on the spot, pauses motionless for a count of ten seconds during
which she knows from experience she isn't permitted to move a muscle.  If
she does it will be another five hard spanks afterwards.  This pause is not
for her benefit, it's to judge whether she's got herself under control or
not.  He'll proceed anyway, the only consequence for her is the spanks, or
not.  He won't even say anything now, if she succumbs to her deeply
instinctive desire to thrust back against his finger.  So she holds herself
rigidly motionless, accutely aware of the throbbing in her clit, and the
familiar, betraying spot inside her that is about to suffer torments of
doomed, unfullfilling pleasure.  She's allowed to pant, to moan, but
nothing else at this point.  There's no point even trying to suppress the
shuddering, pleading gasps she's prone to at this point, since with her
nipples stuck out like pebbles on the ends of her hanging breasts for
everyone to see, a just-completed commentary on the over-excited state of
her clitoris, and the copious glistening lubrication on her sex lips, what
would be the point of pretending?

   Ten seconds is a long time when measured in rapid-panting moans.  It's
easily enough to convey the message of how much she wants that finger, or
anything else, inside her.  Her brothers *always* snigger at the sounds she
makes here, as if...  well as if they think it's a hugely naughty, sexy,
dirty big sister thrill, and they know what they'll be thinking of next
time they are jerking out their so enviably legal boy spurts.  So they are
exactly right.  They know it and she knows it, and they know she knows, and
mum and dad know, and she's still the one bent over naked and tormented
with unfinished pleasure.  All she can do is pour out her frustration in
these pleading, whimpering moans.  But somehow it helps, slightly.

   Suddenly then, always unexpectedly since she can't see a clock from here
and there's no way she can concentrate enough to count seconds, the
promising fingertip becomes a steadily inwards sliding penetration.  She's
still forbidden to move.  He pushes it in, straight and stiff, just his one
middle finger, other fingers pointing upwards, till the juncture web of his
fingers presses again her labia.  He's angled his finger for minimal
sensation, her sheath barely disturbed by the entry.  It's deliberate -
he's not trying to give her any pleasure at all, just evenly lubricate his
finger.  Pleasure for her is absolutely not the intention here, though at
other times he's quite capable of making her scream with pleasure even
without orgasm.  No, this is going to be strictly an evaluation of the
responsiveness of her poor G-spot.  If he could think of a way of doing
that without involving any pleasure at all, he'd certainly do it.

   The finger pulls out of her again, with the same slow, even
deliberation. Five times he's going to sink it into her then withdraw,
exactly like this, exactly the same every morning.  No matter that her
juices are running down her thighs there's so much of the slippery stuff,
and he didn't even need to do do the first wetting dip of his finger.  No,
five times it is, because that's how many times he did it on her first
charted G-spot examination, and he insists on consistency of data
acquisition method.

   Two times...  three times...  fouuuuuuurrrrrr....  This is not supposed
to make her more horny, but it does.  Maybe it's knowing how she looks and
sounds to them all.  She's beautiful and sexy she knows, her long dark hair
falling to the benchtop, her firmly rounded grapefruit breasts with not a
trace of sag, either standing up or face down like this.  Light, evenly
tanned soft skin of her back drawing down to a narrow, fit waist then
flaring to wide, capable hips, presently displaying her rounded bottom to
best advantage.  Not that she's likely to encounter some charming prince
some to rescue and ravish her from her own kitchen.  So the very nice view
if she says so herself is all for her dad, currently sliding his rigid
middle finger sloooowly into her pussy for the fifth and last time, and her
two annoying little brothers.  Make that too annoying.  They're still
sniggering.  It's almost surprising they don't just pull out their stiff
little dicks and jerk off right here.  She imagines mum and dad might
actually approve.  She kind of wishes they would, then she'd have something
less humiliating to watch than four faces all exhibiting the same
interested, excited even, but fundamentally disapproving expression.  It
rarely changes.  And why should they, this goes more or less the same each
day.

   This time as his finger withdraws slowly, the tip tilts down, running
with a little more firmness against the front wall of her vagina.  By now
he's familiar with exactly where the spot is, he's done it enough times. 
But...  there's that consistency fetish of his again.  Not to mention that
he's sure to understand how unbearably tormenting all this not-quite
foreplay is for her.  It's his intention.  Frustration, deliberate and
calculated.  Interminable stimulation, teasing, exciting, tantalising, but
oh so strictly never, ever permitting her the relief she so desperately
craves.  That she was fully accustomed to, several times a day up until
that horrible Sexual Morality Act passed in Congress.  Things rapidly went
downhill after that.  Sure, she had become addicted to the glorious rictus
of orgasm, and couldn't have imagined going without for even a day, let
alone months.  Besides, it wasn't her fault she was born with a freakish
clit, and that the thing had grown to rule parts of her life.  She wasn't
hurting anyone, and all that stuff that's been on the news for seems like
years now, about uncontrolled self-gratification, especially by females,
rotting the national spirit...  it's just got to be rubbish.  How can her
owwwwwwww......

   His fingertip has settled onto her spot, and begun the Pressing Pattern.
He's explained to her that this first stage is to evaluate the initial size
and resiliance of the spongy tissue body that forms this always open portal
to her sexual Heaven.  Or Hell, as the case may be.  Such a little thing, a
few CCs of glandular tissue wrapped around her urethra, completely
unnoticed by centuries of medical science until only a few decades ago.  A
still not fully understood organ, whose purpose and function never really
interested the big money research.  Probably because every woman has one,
and so it can't be sold as a patented pill in bottles.  Also perhaps
because it's hidden up in there, and takes a deliberate intention to really
dial its number.

   Stroke it, tap it, massage it right, and the mysterious little creature
swells it's little chest with pride, and purrs.  So much good feeling, like
a wave of bliss, anticipation, fullness, want, promise of ecstacy to come,
to cum...  She had never discovered it in her own masturbation adventures,
and hadn't even known of it until mother's fingers had spent some knowing,
merciless pleasure-slave driving time inside her, after her early mishaps
of parental discovery in awkward moments.

   There's the bitterest part of this whole sorry situation.  There's no
reason under the new laws why they can't just choose to give her orgasms.
As her 'sexual guardians' it's totally their choice.  And they certainly
did, during the period when they and everbody else first began forbidding
her to masturbate.  After the TV news had been talking about banning female
masturbation for ages, then there'd been lectures at school by serious men
and women from the new DHM.  She gradually understood the odd concept that
the government had, for some reason, actually made what she did to herself
in bed at night *illegal*!  She and her friends had sat through those
lectures, giggling guiltily under their breaths.  Then mum had a Long Talk
with her, about how she understood a girl has needs, and how she
sympathised with Judy's particular problem with her unusually prominent
clitoris, but really Judy has to develop a more mature, responsible
attitude, and especially some more self control.  She is after all a single
woman, and should be thinking more of her studies and the practicalities of
her future.  Has she ever thought about marriage, and the necessity of
preserving her innocence for her future husband.  And so on, annoyingly. 
It had ended with her nodding and 'yes mum'-ing repeatedly, and some
parting comments from her mother about hoping she doesn't have to discuss
this any further.

   That had started to get her seriously worried.  Nothing actually
happened for a while, except she tried to be quieter when she came in her
bed during the night and everything was so quiet.  Not quieter enough it
seemed, because then dad had his own Long Talk with her.  It had been
excruciatingly embaresing, because he could list dates and times that he
and mum had heard her yelling into her pillow, and sometimes not exactly
remembering to cover her mouth so well either.  And he was absolutely
forbidding her from doing it again, and telling her what her punishments
would be if she did.  She didn't believe for a moment that he could mean
the things he was saying.  And they'd know, he said.  Then he started
lecturing her with the same sort of talk she'd been hearing on the news and
at school.  Not good...  She tried her best to nod and look suitably guilty
and repentent.  But inside she was panicking.  OMG, he can't be serious!  I
can't go without...

   She'd tried so hard to be quiet and secret about her pleasures after
that.  It took less than two weeks till she was flat out caught at it.

   Now here she is, naked arse in the air, her dad's fingertip running in
soft, careful circles around the shape of her secret spot, feeling it's
overall form through the warm slippery velvet wall of her vagina, and
regularly, so repeatably it's as if there's some kind of 3D surface mapping
machine inside her, stepping along a grid of points and at each one
pressing directly and firmly into the spongy tissue.  'Judging it's
resilience' he'd told her before.  'Driving her nuts' she'd thought then,
and every day since.  This type of touching is *not* what the little
critter wants.  It doesn't even like this touching.  It feels like being
poked, with a stick or something.  'Hey dad, go ahead, poke me in the pussy
with a stick.  No, it's fine, I don't mind a bit.  Poke me like that for as
long as you like, it's cool.  I'll just think of something else till you've
finished.'

   Only it's *not* cool, and there's no way she can think of anything else
but that poke...  poke...  poke...  in a slightly different spot each time,
like an insane clockwork masseur.  The problem is her little critter is
really really missing a certain specific end result of a different type of
stroking.  Nice, gentle but firm, circular or linear strokes, that's what
it wants.  Wants, wants, wants...  with a desire stored up for months on
end.  Painfully burning desire, a primal need, that is only sent into fits
of rage and tears by this 'wrong touching'.  Because it's still touching of
a sort, and each tap wakens a little more of the desire for the other, the
right touch.  He's driving her mad.  Just like he does ever morning, every
morning a little tiny bit worse.  She has to hold absolutely still or
she'll regret it in a much wore way than she regrets being here,
humiliatingly manipulated like a sexual object, and being driven mad like
this.  She has to hold still...  hold still...  Concentrate, hold still...
poke...  poke...  only a little longer...  poke...  poke...

   Each poke is so tiny, yet so...  vast to her senses.  They don't hurt at
all, they don't even feel unpleasant.  In fact as they go on and on, she
can feel her arousal building up, slowly, ponderously and solid.  So her
body is responding to them as if they were pleasure.  She can feel a
gathering of tension, fullness in her whole pelvis, and especially in that
little thing he's poking with such gentle sadism.  She's being played like
a sexual object...  She's often struck by the thought at times like this,
the idea of herself existing as kind of mechanised sexual doll.  A
beautiful, sexy looking, soft and horny structure of easily triggered
responses, body parts that behave exactly as designed, producing all the
intended swellings, liquids, pulse rates, pantings and desires.  A creature
contrived to fulfil purposes unrelated to it's own needs, that in fact her
body's needs are merely an aid to those external objectives.  To reproduce,
to bear children, to appeal to men so they might use her to reproduce... 
This would mean that all her tormented desires, her wants, the way her body
prepares itself for copulation even from such a minimal command as this
slow poke, poke, poking, is all intended to serve the purpose of evolution,
by the means of serving and satisfying the males.  Then the thing she
thinks of as 'herself', her mind and personality...  these are to some
extent just accessories.  Things that are useful to the female body to
assist in certain roles, such as child raising, cooking, and so on.  But in
another sense a handicap to her body's primary purpose, since they add so
much complication to the business of inseminating her womb.  And that's
where the 'desires' come in again, as evolution's 'big stick' to force her
silly mind to stay on target, and not go wandering off on side tracks that
distract from the number one serious activity of having children in the
first place.

   At least, that's how it goes in the jungle.  Now here she is in the
moden world, 16 and single for years yet most likely.  A personality
hitching a ride in an evolved sex machine.  Things would probably go more
easily if she coul be just the personality or just the sex machine. 
However the two are stuck with each other.  And the machine of her body is
hard wired to react in simple ways to simple inputs.  Poke...  poke... 
poke...  direct command inputs to the administrator's console of her body.
Judy's mind has no say in the matter.  Looking at it like this, she can
totally see it from her father's and mother's point of view.  Can
understand what all that stuff from the government is on about.  It's all
about managing the sex-machine female bodies for best effect, while cutting
through all the complications that used to be dragged into by having
pesonalities in the bodies, that thought they knew better and had a right
to do with the bodies whatever they liked.  Usually whatever felt good to
them.  Which usually involved making their bodies hand over the pleasure
rewards of orgasm, in return for no particular social or evolutionary
benefit.

   Poke...  poke...  poke...  It's a kind of reberverating gong-like
feeling by now.  It's not that she's *so* much more aroused than she was
when he started that.  More that the repetition has focussed her
perceptions on the repeating touch, to the exclusion of all else.  Her
chain of thought has been a shifting mass of relations and feelings as a
background to the tolling of that poking gong.  The final evaluation of the
equations doesn't present itself to her in words, but rather a kind of
acceptance/orientation map of numerous factors.  She's not aware of this,
but she'd probably never have settled comfortably on the concepts she did,
if she wasn't being dragged towards them by the G-spot.

   She's been in this conceptual spot before.  Quite often lately in fact,
and the shapes here are starting to become comfortably worn.  She's
starting to grow hospitable, even fond of the idea of her body's state
being controlled by others, with her having no say in the matter.  It's a
lot simpler to sit here, and allows for better appreciation of the good
points of the feelings her body is generating.

   The desire for instance.  Sure it has a huge component of longing for
the 'extra topping' of orgasm.  But really even taken by itself what her
body is sending now is a pretty awesome feeling.  Discarding the factor of
intellectual struggle towards achieving orgasm, and simply allowing those
in charge of her body to exercise it's other capacities, working it up and
down the ladder of arousal, is like taking a roller coaster ride.  It's
going where it's going, it's going to make you scream and possibly think
you're going to die, and nothing you can do is going to make any
difference. Relax and enjoy the ride.

   Poke...  then the finger is gone from inside her.  It slid out abruptly,
leaving her anticipating the next unliked but incrementally exciting gong
stroke.  That won't come now.  When he's not touching her she's allowed to
move.  She doesn't even have to think about it; the moment his finger
leaves her she lets her sex-robot hips perform the dance of sexual pleading
they've been obediently holding back.  As the Judy personality present in
this body, she's as usual intensely humiliated to think of her mother,
father and little brothers watching her humping her spread open pussy
desperately back at where the fingers were.  Just looking at her own hands
is bad enough, seeing her fingers clench and stretch as if there was
actually something massive thrusting into her depths, driving her past all
self control.  She knows her face must look pretty far gone too- reddened,
squinched up, mouth twisted in an open gasping groan.  All just because of
one finger and a minute or two of delicate probing of one small part of her
vaginal wall.  On top of several months without orgasm, don't forget
that...

   It's unbearably, intensely excruciating.  And he hasn't even really
started yet.  But that's the scene from the viewpoint of her character. 
She can simultaneously see it from the viewpoints of her sex-robot body,
and her parents and brothers.  For her body, this is no big deal.  It's
been commanded to run in increased sexual arousal mode, it's perfectly
happy to do so.  It likes it even, this is what it was designed to do.  No
orgasm?  So what?  It just means the arousal level stays pretty high a lot
of the time.  The body just happens to experience more of these really very
pleasant sensations of tension, heat and pulsing fullness for longer.  No
problem at all!  As for the others, there's not the slightest downside to
this.  They get to enjoy watching a beautiful, sexy naked female body
operating in 'come, won't you fuck me please Sir' mode.

   She'd had her body well into that state the night when both her parents
had suddenly flung open her bedroom door and snapped on the light.  It had
been a warm night and she was naked on the bed, the covers flung aside and
onto the floor.  No possibility of hiding what she was doing.  She had her
knees up in the air, soles of her feet on the bed near her backside.  At
that point she'd been getting pretty close to cumming, so her sex was
thrust up in the air, her body an arch with bum a foot off the bed.  With
her left hand she'd been gripping the pillow close to her face, eyes
tightly closed in a grimace of pleasure, ready to thrust the pillow over
her mouth when the climax came.  Her right hand...  that had momentarily
let go of the feminine deodorant can currently only slightly projecting
from her vagina.  At that instant she'd left the can briefly, so she could
clasp her two breasts tightly, switching her hand back and forth between
them.  The plan was to push herself over the edge with nipple stimulation,
leaving the can stationary in her cunt and her erect clitoris totally
unattended.  She was so close, it was an experiment to see if it would work
with just her nipples.  If it hadn't worked she'd have switched back to
thrusting the can, and stroking her clit.

   So that was how they found her.  With the pillow over her tightly closed
eyes already, she didn't even realise the room lights were on for a while,
and hadn't heard the door.  They got a good view of their 16 year old
daughter hunching her crotch up in the air with a metal spray bottle stuck
inside her, rigidly erect three inch clitoris, and hands groping her own
breasts.  Long enough for her mum to take two pictures with her cell phone.


   The first she knew about it was feeling something grab her by her
wrists, pulling them away from herself and tossing the pillow.  She opened
her eyes.

   Surprisingly there wasn't any yelling.  They seemed more sort of quietly
shocked and disappointed, suegueing into a kind of grim determination.  She
knew things were in some kind of new territory when they started discussing
between themselves what her punishment should be as if she wasn't there. 
And their ideas included things like keeping her naked, having her fitted
with a chastity belt, taking the door off her bedroom and bathroom, canings
instead of spankings, subjecting her to weekly sessions on something called
a sybian, and so on.  Then it got *really* weird.

   She'd been lying on her back still, knees still up in the air.  Her dad
had let go of her wrists moments after her discovery, but had told her to
keep them above her head, so they still were.  After a few minutes the
deodorant can had completed it's slow slide out of her, and popped out onto
the bed between her legs.  They'd continued talking between themselves,
though both glanced at the can as it popped out.  A few more minutes went
by, then her little brothers stuck their heads around the door frame.  It's
likely they'd been lurkng outside for a while, and ran out of patience. 
Judy had expected her parents to shoo them away, but no.  Dad had glanced
at mum in a moment of silent communication, then called the boys into her
room.  They'd stood there staring at her nakedness, in particular her
dark-furred triangle and the pointy spike of her still hard clit sticking
out at the top of her slit.  Dad had quickly and explicitly described to
the boys what she had been doing, and that they were discussing her
punishment.  The boys were welcome to watch if they wished.

   Did they wish?  Ha!

   Mum then got a strange look on her face, and said "Judy, put the
deodorant can back." Judy had picked it up, feeling relieved that she could
put it away, and maybe get to put some clothes on, She started to get up.

   "No Judy, stay where you were, and put the can back where you had it."

   What?!  She's half sitting up, knees together, started to swing around
to get off the bed.  She stares at her mum.  "Lie back down, pull your
knees up the way you were, and push the can back in.  Now, Judy."

   She still stares stupidly at her mum.  She glances to her dad for some
sign of veto, and then incredulously at the brothers, now standing at the
foot of the bed.  Her jaw has fallen open.  "But Mom, they...  you
can't..."

   "Young lady you're already in for a serious spanking, don't make it
worse!  Move it!" To show she means it, she gives Judy a sharp open-palmed
slap on her thigh, that begins reddening ammediately.

   Judy still in open-mouthed shock, lies back as instructed.  She pulls
her legs up, and fumbles for the can.





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   morning and night.  Though he encouraged others to practice it, and
record their figures in another column to his 'standard' measurements on
the chart.

   She started trying to fake the signs she'd display on nearing orgasm, in
an attempt to avoid being repeatedly brought so extremely close to orgasm
then left hanging.  Her mother spotted this almost immediately, and after
having her dad administer a blistering spanking for attempted deception,
began a regular series of lessons for the other family members, on the
recognition of subtle signals of impending orgasm, while approaching it due
to various methods of stimulation.  With her daughter as the demonstration
subject, being told privately before each session whether to attempt to
fake her approach to orgasm or display her true feelings.  Her incentive to
do as she was told was that she'd be spanked firmly any time she was
uncooperative - and her mother was unfailingly able to detect it.  The
upshot of these practices was that everyone, even her nine year old
littlest brother, became too skilled in their judgement of her condition
for her to dare trying to fool them.

   By this stage about two months had passed since the hiking incident. 
She was finally becoming able to function fairly well at other daily chores
such as homework despite her body existing in a nearly constant state of
high arousal.  This was a big improvement over the first few weeks, which
had been a nightmare for her both at home and at school.

   Of course her friends on the walk had immediately told everyone else in
the school all about it.  Previously only a few of her close friends had
known about her unusual genital geometry, but now everyone knew and wanted
to see it, and also think up ways to torment, tease or humiliate her.  Many
of them were very creative, and she'd often find herself pantiless,
skirtless, or even completely nude in awkward situations at school.  By one
week after the hiking trip she'd been encountered by teachers twice in
states of undress, her jutting clitoris exposed to view.  The first time
she'd been in the toilet block, when a group of students had ganged up on
her and demanded she hand them all her clothes or they'd say they'd caught
her smoking.  They had a half-used cigarette complete with lipstick marks
in her exact color all ready to use as evidence too.  She'd handed them her
clothes, leaving herself standing in nothing but her black school flat
soled shoes and white socks.  They'd confined themselves to just looking
that time, possibly because none of the girls from the hiking trip were
present.  They'd been so fascinated by her rigid three inch clit, so
excitedly chattering among themselves and making disparaging remarks to
her, that no one had noticed the end of recess PA music outside.  Shortly
after that, when the noise level outside from students returning to class
had died down, one of the female teachers had come into the toilets to see
why girls were still inside, talking loudly.

   The teacher took one look at her erect clit, and ordered the entire
group to follow her immediately to the Principle's office.  The teacher
didn't even bother to gather up her clothes that the girls had dumped into
one of the sinks, she just grabbed the naked girl by the arm and marched
her out of the toilet block.



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   At the age of 22 Judy married.  Her husband had naturally been supplied
with a remote for Judy's MPA.  DHM interviews and retrieved MPA logs
indicate their relationship is happy, stable and sexually active, involving
a healthy male-dominant structure with a moderate degree of male orgasm
deferment, and long duration female orgasm denial alternated with short
intervals of forced female orgasm glut.

   Summation of Case Study ----------------------

   In summary although Judy's clitoral characteristics clearly led to
distinctly atypical experiences in her life, the overall result has been
positive and enriching for all those who have been involved in her sexual
story.  There was not one single case encountered where unusual clitoral
development led to outright tragic or immoral situations.

   Some may argue that her prominent clitoral erections led to incidents of
extreme social humiliation.  True, however this is not felt to be
materially different from (say) a boy who experiences erections in
embaressing social situations, or a woman losing bladder control in public
due to laughing.  All are humiliating yet derive from natural, morally
neutral events.  All are simply part of the richness of life;
counterproductive to attempt to eliminate such things.

   It is also worth noting that 'extreme social humiliation' is not in
itself a moral wrong.  Especially in sexual matters it can be for some a
highly desirable and sought after experience.  The DHM and Public Morality
Acts define only a few specific sexual acts as criminally immoral.  These
include masturbation and orgasm of single females, nonconsensual sex,
transmission of sexual diseases, etc.  (Read "other than as prescribed by
law" for all above.)

   'Causing sexual mental anguish' is not clasified as a crime.  Indeed it
can be argued that the prohibition of single female masturbation and orgasm
clearly *do* cause considerable mental anguish for many single women.  The
point is that it must be accepted that in an imperfect world, 'mental
anguish' will in some cases be unavoidable, even when no powerful
principles are involved.  'Mental anguish' arises most fundamentally from
non-fulfilment of a personal desire of some kind.  Obviously, it is easy
for two or more people to formulate incompatible desires, which will
necessarily lead to a degree of mental anguish unless one or more parties
relinquish their original desires.

   Where powerful, fundamental principles *are* involved, there is also
much potential for unvoidable mental anguish.  For example, should the fiat
money fractional reserve global banking cartel have been spared the mental
anguish caused to them by the introduction of an honest bullion backed,
non-debt-based monetary system, and the subsequent trials and incarceration
of thousands of bankers worldwide?  Of course not!  America's present
restored economic well being, and the rising prosperity of our surviving 43
million people shout no!

   So also with the prohibition of single female masturbation and orgasm.
Trying as it undoubtedly is for many, still this one measure is identified
to be the fundamental cause of the restoration of the heterosexual nuclear,
stable family, and the rediscovery of the deeply satisfying
masculine-feminine interaction and mutual respect and trust on which it is
based.  This one legislative item shifted the social dynamic back onto the
foundation it had lost as the deceptive attractions of 'sexual equality'
destroyed crucial inter-gender bonds of dependency, leading to a
snowballing breakdown of many other social fabrics.

   Lastly then, the case of significantly likely mental anguish of the
clitorally well endowed.  It is true, the condition can lead to situations
in which humiliation and other forms of mental anguish may unavoidably
occur.  However it is also true that the natural condition is for such
individuals to exist.  Other individuals will have their life experiences
enriched by this aspect of available sexual variety.  Many of the
clitorally well endowed may relish the very aspects others would consider
undesirable, and overall a richness of life experience will occur beyond
that likely to be experienced had the clitoral endowment been 'normalized.'
There may also be other non-obvious benefits to the human race from the
presence of the clitorally well endowed.

   Considering all these matters, the DHM working group on sexual health
advises the practice of female infant clitoral reduction should be
absolutely outlawed, with penalties applied equivalent to assault
occasioning severe bodily harm, plus non-consensual sex plus sexual acts
with a minor.  Sentences involving incarceration shall be served
consecutively.