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 MPAs in public life - vignettes

   A New Life in the Country

   Motionless fields of wheat stretch to a horizon where a faint darker
band hints the straight road and straight fields do not continue forever. A
small van-bus hums down the road, wheat a golden blur to either side. 
Apart from the blue-black solar boost coating on the roof, the vehicle is a
light gray, similar to the sun-bleached tarmac.  Narrow blue and red
horizontal stripes run neatly around the bus half way up the sides.  Above
the stripes crisp black letters declare "Department of Homeland Morality -
Preserving our Integrity, Protecting the Faith" and on each of the doors a
circular official government crest.  Underneath that, in very small letters
"http://www.dhm.gov".
Stuck with four suction caps inside the glass of the rear window there's
a rectangular sign announcing "Moral Threat Level" and below that a solid
bar of color.  It is a kind of pinkish orange but sometimes flickers to

black as the van hits potholes.

   Now and then they pass gated side roads; the whimsical improvised
letterboxes either crisply painted or dilapidated and overgrown in long
disuse.  Here and there a distant farmhouse can be seen, with about the
same ratio of abandonment to carefully maintained neatness as the
letterboxes.

   In the bus three teenagers are seated across the wide rear seat, gazing
at the passing non-scenery and talking quietly.  The driver is only a few
feet away but is listening to music on his earphones, the cord disappearing
into his shirt pocket.  The three are all wearing light gray hospital type
gowns, that would come to mid thigh at best while standing, but tend to
ride up while seated.  The gowns are tied with tapes at the rear, but since
they are all belted into the seat with solid looking lap belts the state of
the gown backs is moot.  The belt buckles terminate in blocky looking units
sticking out of the upholstery, that have no visible means of release. 
Their conversation is cautiously whispered.  The driver seems to pay them
no attention, but then they don't know for sure that he really does have
music playing on those phones.

   There are two boys, sitting either side of a girl.  In line they are
Dennis Dowden aged 17, Carla Dowden, 15 and Patrick Dowden, 14.  Less than
two months ago they had been living with their parents in a good suburban
home, two cars and a dog.  Then their mother and father were arrested
during a violent anti-DHM demonstration.  Detention indefinite without
trial under the Homeland Morality Act.  All assets confiscated.  A court
found the children to be 'at moral risk', assigned Guardianship to the DHM,
and directed them to be fitted with Moral Purity Assistants.  After some
further delay it was arranged for them to be transferred into the
guardianship of their aunt & uncle, who have a farm in the country.  This
is where they are headed now.

   Carla has been asking Dennis again about the farm, and their new family.
He is the only one who has ever seen them.  "Jees Carla, how many times do
I have to say it?  I was only five and I can hardly remember anything. 
It's a big place, or seemed like it to me.  Green everywhere.  I remember
Aunt Ellen had a really big tummy so I guess that would have been Ginny. 
She'd be 12 now.  And there's Beth who is 11.  She'd have been born just
before the real Troubles started.  Mum and Dad moved around a lot in those
years I remember so we lost touch completely.  I didn't hear any more of
them till they wrote last year.  Nobody told me much about that
conversation, but I got the impression they didn't approve of each other,
so things kind of stopped."

   "I can't believe they took everything away.  Just everything...  What
did we ever do to them?  Mum and dad, they didn't do anything wrong!"

   "Except for being nearby when some police dressed up like protesters
threw petrol bombs into that DHM office.  Where everyone had taken the day
off.  And dad having a spare tin of petrol in the car boot, some rags in
the car toolkit and an empty wine bottle on the floor.  Poor mum and dad.
It's so unfair!"

   "I bet mum's shelves of feminist books didn't help either."

   "And you know what they had in the drawer under their bed, right?"

   "Yeah, I bet they got asked to explain that stuff.  Like with our
things. God, that was embarressing.  Why did they have to do that with us
all together?"

   "And why nude?  And making each of us demonstrate stuff.  Of all the...
nasty..."

   "Well at least they didn't accuse us of witchcraft.  Saying 'Carla
Dowden, DNA matching and residue analysis determines that you have used
both of these two vibrators found in your bedside stand, for vaginal and
anal self gratification multiple times during the days before your arrest.
You will now describe the circumstances in detail, and then demonstrate
your masturbation technique for the photographic record' isn't _quite_ as
bad as waving a flaming torch and chanting burn witch burn!"

   "But you did turn about the same shade of red, Carla."

   "Oh you should talk.  'Patrick Dowden, the wastepaper bin in your
bedroom was found to contain thirty four paper tissues each containing a
typical male seminal emission, in varying stages of aging.  Analysis
suggested at least three tissues had been added each day for the past ten
days.  The DNA is an exact match of yours.  Internet logs reveal you to
commonly visit sites such as sisters-humungous-tits.com.ru and
slut-nuns-with-donkeys.com.cx Do you deny engaging in frequent autonomous
masturbation?' Oh, and they seemed to neglect to ask if that first 'sister'
meant more nuns, or me.  Not that I have humungous breasts anyway."

   "But they...  uh...  nevermind.  And you don't expect we liked it at all
when they used those control things to make our dicks hard, then forced us
to demonstrate our masturbation method for the camera do you?"

   "Ha!  Actually, you know they didn't 'make them hard', they just turned
off the suppression.  You got hard all by yourself in about ten seconds
flat, and I noticed you kept glancing at me lying there in the nude,
strapped to that sloping bench thing with my legs in splits.  My open pussy
didn't help any?"

   "Ahh...  well...  yeah it did.  I thought they wanted me to go on till I
came.  I thought that's what they said.  I'd been watching you when they
made you use the vibrators, and I thought you'd come.  They had us
suppressed then, or we'd have been hard all the time since that.  The
moment they turned that off somehow, just remembering you shoving those
things in both your holes and squeezing your boobs...  instant hardon!"

   Denis adds "Same with me, sis.  I always knew you did it, sometimes I
could hear you from my bedroom you know.  Seeing you do it - wow!  I'd
never have guessed you'd like two at once.  Only right then, nothing, just
the same ache I'd had building since we first got taken to that shitty
place.  Arrgh!  That was just what, two or three weeks into it?  I'm not
really sure, that first bit with the operation they wouldn't tell us about
was such a blur.  The bloody MPA things being put in I suppose.  Why I
can't touch my dick now and don't even get a morning stiff, despite feeling
like I'm so full of jizz I'm going to rip in half any moment."

   "Well, if it makes you guys feel any better, I didn't come then either.
I *really* needed to, badly.  And I kept getting more and more excited,
till I couldn't even think.  Just pounding that vibe in and out, and
rubbing my clit like crazy.  I remember yelling a lot because I wanted to
come so desperately.  And the next thing I remember was waking up with my
hands tied again, and my puss every bit as on fire as it was before I
passed out.  Then I got to watch you two jerfkoffs doing it, but without
the cookie icing either.  That actually looked like it hurt, when they just
suddenly made it so you couldn't touch your dicks anymore.  Must be still
killing you, right?"

   "God d...  um...  yeah, be glad you don't know.  Think of something like
a balloon inside, so stretched it's about to pop.  Gets worse every day. 
This last week it's...  intense.  Makes me want to scream."

   Patrick: "Or cry.  Shit.  I'd stick a finger up my arse and poke the
spot, only I _can't_ even touch my arsehole!  The thing won't let me even
do that...  It's fucken...  diabolical."
"I don't suppose you'd believe me, but it's driving me mad too.  All
that crap they spout about how women don't _need_ to cum, what a load of
bullshit.  I've been holding out, dreaming how I'll be able to cum once we
get to the farm.  Ellen and Chris are surely reasonable people, unlike

these crazy sons of bitches."



   An hour goes by.  The line of mountains grows nearer, the road turns
from straight to following contours of rolling hillsides.

   The van reaches another unremarkable farm entrance gate, but this time
pulls to a stop.  Their driver gets out, opens the gate, drives through,
closes it again.  They drive another few minutes, into a valley among
rolling, tree-covered foothills to a high mountain range in the distance.
The farmhouse is nestled between two ridges, adjacent to a small creek.

   The driver pulls up some distance across the grassy yard from the house,
and walks over to the door with a clippad and small parcel, knocks.  As
he's waiting he sets the parcel on the mat at his feet.  A woman and two
pre-teen girls come to the door; the girls behind their mother, peering
around her.  "Good afternoon maam.  Am I speaking to Mrs Ellen Dowden?"
"Yes, you are.  Are those the children we are to be caring for?" "Sure are,
all three.  Sorry we are an hour late.  The notice said midday, but that
road is a bit long isn't it?" "Oh don't worry, I wasn't going to put on
lunch for a little yet.  Would you care to dine with us?" "Well that's very
kind of you Mrs Dowden, but I do have to be on my way.  If I may, I need to
sight your ID now please." "Oh, yes of course.  One moment." She goes
inside, and returns a moment later.  Hands the man a plastic card.  He
inserts the card into a slot in the edge of his clippad, then holds the
device up to her face.  For a moment there's a light grid of green lines
across her face, and a rapid flickering of complex light around her eyes.
The device beeps, approvingly.  He pulls the card out and hands it back to
her.

   "Thank you.  Is your husband Mr Chris Dowden around?" "No, I'm sorry,
he's out in the fields, and won't be back till this evening.  Did you need
both signatures?" "Not really, you can sign the guardianship forms on his
behalf.  Here's the paperwork, if you would please sign the forms for each
of them, I can hand them over to you." He holds the clippad so the papers
clipped on top of the tablet are facing her, and hands her a stylus. 
Points to spaces on the forms.  "....  here...  and again here...  these
other two...  thank you." He separates out the yellow duplicates of each
form, and hands them to her.  "Your copies.  Now, you'll be needing this."
He picks up the parcel and hands it to her.  "The manual and a cover letter
are inside.  The DHM suggests new guardians review the materials as soon as
convenient.  You should be aware these individuals have been under DHM care
for over seven weeks now, and will likely exhibit some unruly urges once
they are released to your care.  At our facilites we maintain a strict
MPA-prohibition of all sexual responses.  We're too short staffed to be
dealing with disciplinary issues.  As the last item of handover, I'll be
removing DHM facility policy settings from their MPAs.  From that point
their moral guardianship is your responsibility.  Do you understand?"

   She places the parcel on a shelf inside the doorway, then looks at him
for a moment, considering.  "Yes..  yes, I believe so.  I expect by now
they must be feeling quite...  hmm...  especially the boys.  Considering...
um, can you check your paperwork there, was the proceedure I requested on
the application carried out?"

   "What...?  Ah...  proceedure?" He starts leafing through the papers.

   "Just the boys.  I faxed the form just last week after discussions with
my husband and the DHM advisors.  Hopefully there was time to do it before
they left.  Perhaps on the electronic copy?"

   "Oh, let me see." He flips all the papers off the screen, and fingers
the glass to scroll.  "Hmm...  oh, yes, here we are.  They had some
pre-transfer adjustements, um...  heh.  Yeah, they did all right.  Well!  I
can see I don't need to tell you anything about this stuff.  You really
ordered the works.  Foam, Sec-stim, slow-C and Growth hormones...  for Six
months?  Phew.  They discussed that with you?  Those hormones for more than
three months can have quite, uh...  striking...  results."

   "Of course.  We discussed it in detail with the advisors.  They were
very sympathetic to our intentions, which relate to dealing firmly with the
bad habits these youngsters have reportedly been allowed to indulge due to
their misguided parent's scandalously lax attitude towards moral
discipline. No MPAs at their age, allowed to stay out late, full privacy,
unregulated masturbation, no sexual development supervision at all.  Their
mother even boasted to me once that she prevented them from attending any
of the DHM's educational seminars!  Can you believe that?"

   "It's pretty shocking.  I can hardly imagine what they're accustomed to
do with themselves."

   "Yes, well, we've a full AV record of the legal proceedings, and we'll
be discussing those details with them and what they will and won't be doing
from now on, you can be sure.  The DHM was even kind enough to post us the
critical evidence items once they'd finished with them.  Can you tell me,
what have they been told about all this?  That proceedure was to be without
their knowledge.  Do they know what their MPA's are even?"

   "Well I don't know.  I'm just a delivery driver, but so far as I'm aware
from their documents they weren't provided any educational materials at our
facilities.  Normally the MPA fitting proceedure is a day visit only, with
a routine checkup a week later.  They were held for longer due to the
investigation of their parents, and evaluation of the children's own
situation.  Once they were cleared of guilt in their parent's sedition the
court still had to rule on their disposition.  We do appreciate your
adopting them.  Oh, the..." He looks at his screen again.  "Your option,
right, it's ticked 'unawares' here, so no, they won't know.  It would have
been done under anesthetic, during sleeptime.  Ha ha...  So that's why you
specified only 'full' not the 'overfull' option that less subtle people go
for.  So your new kids think it's just normal horniness.  Don't worry, I
won't let on."

   "I'd appreciate it."

   "But you realise when I remove the DHM suppression, they'll pretty
quickly find something's up!"

   "Presumably."

   "Er...  Ok.  I gather from your application for guardianship, you'll be
continuing their home schooling?"

   "Yes, we're rather out of the way here.  I've been homeschooling my
daughters and they've done well in the standard tests.  The DHM
homeschooling division is very helpful with course materials.  Not like the
bad old days when the State frowned on parents managing their own
children's development, thank God.  I don't expect any great problems in
adding these three."

   "Well then perhaps you may wish to ensure these kids complete the course
units on modern sexual practice.  Their previous home schooling wasn't
performed under DHM supervision, so who knows what they've been told! 
There's also lots of information in the MPA manual.  Now, lets get them
unloaded."

   They walk down the steps and across the yard to the van.  The daughters
follow behind their mother, shyly.  The man steps up into the open door,
and leans over the driver's seat, pressing a button on the dash.  With a
click the seatbelts release from the three teens.  He turns to them.  "Ok
kids, please step out and stand in a line by the bus."

   They quietly rise, stretching their legs.  Filing forward they descend
the steps and form a line, shuffling their bare feet in the grass.

   The driver descends again, and addresses Mrs Dowden.  "I presume you
have clothing for them.  I have to keep these gowns, as they are DHM
property.  They don't have any luggage, this is it.  All their parent's
assets were forfeit to the state, which included the contents of their
house.  Do you wish to fetch their clothing now?"

   "Oh, err...  this is a little unexpected.  I'm afraid I assumed they
would have at least something with them.  Awkward...  I suppose you are in
a hurry to be away?M"

   "Well, it is quite a long drive.  Of course the matter of clothing or
not as the case may be is for you to decide.  I expect you're aware DHM
policy regards private nudity as entirely acceptable?  Even authorized
public nudity.  So a lack of clothing is not our concern.  You are
comfortable with me removing these gowns now?"

   The kids are looking at him in shock.  The daughters are going very
round eyed, and retreat behind their mother again.

   "Yes, all right.  Children should learn not to be overly modest anyway."
She's trying to keep a straight face, but can't entirely contain a smirk.
"Go ahead."

   "Wait, wait...  Aunt Ellen you can't...  I'm a girl, and...  and..."
Carla splutters in protest, waving her hands in the directions of her
brothers, Ellen, and the wide open spaces around them.  She doesn't get a
chance to finish, before the driver cuts her off.

   "Young lady, pipe down.  You heard Mrs Dowden.  There are no suitable
clothes for you.  An unfortunate circumstance, however as your new guardian
Mrs Dowden is absolutely empowered to direct you to be naked.  Here, or
wherever she tells you to be.  Now, for a few moments more you are still
under my jurisdiction, and I won't hesitate to apply standard DHM
punishments.  You're familiar with those I expect, hmmm?  Would you like to
make a spectacle of yourself right here?"

   She (and the boys) wilt visibly.  They are quite familiar with the truly
horrible sensations any DHM guards can cause them with a press of a button
on the discipline remotes.  Carla shakes her head, half in denial this is
happening, half in answer.

   "Uh...  no...  um.  Sir."

   "Good.  Now, I'll be removing those gowns.  Stand still."

   They stand silently, fuming.  Walking behind them he undoes the gown
ties and pulls the garments off each in turn, leaving them naked.  Still
facing the woman and her (fascinated) daughters, they try to cover
themselves with hands.  The driver is having none of that.

   "children!  Now I *know* you have been taught to stand properly.  But
here you are, just being introduced to your new family, and you are
slouching, rudely clutching your genitals, and generally making yourselves
look ridiculous.  Stand properly!  Shoulders up, chest out, hands at your
sides!"



   %%%% describe them.  Boys not erect, girl's nipples flat.  All three
have fully depiliated genitals.



   The diver makes a slow production of folding the gowns into neat squares
and placing them in a carton by his seat, all the while keeping an eye on
the three for any sign of poor discipline.  He then picks up his clippad
again.  Folding the formwork back over the clip reveals a screen.  He
navigates some menus, then pulls out his own ID card, inserting it in the
side slot.  He holds the device up to the kid's faces one at a time, while
the facial and retinal recognition scanning process runs.  Three beeps in a
row; after each one he makes a single input on the screen.

   "There, all done Mrs Dowden, they are entirely your responsibility as of
now.  Thank you for taking them in.  Kids, you mind out to be good now.  Do
what your aunt tells you!  If she has to request disciplinary assistance
from the DHM, the consequences for you will be severe!  Most severe!"

   She's standing contemplating the three youngsters, head tilted a little,
thinking.  Interestingly, the two boy's penises while still hanging down,
are thickening noticeably.  "You know, that's something else I seem to have
forgotten.  I'll have to take them into town for clothes fitting, but if we
can't find anything that fits them first....  how much do those public
nudity permits cost, and how long are they valid for?"

   The driver was climbing into his van, but he steps back down and walks
over to her with a small booklet.  "Oh, they're reasonable.  It's only the
public sex acts permits they really charge for.  The plain nudity ones are
just five bucks each, and valid for a year.  They're a wristband, but you
can keep the things with you for safekeeping if you accompany the children.
Just don't let them wander off on their own without the bands, or they
could get themselves held by anyone who decides to do a citizen's morality
arrest.  That can get complicated, can take a while to sort out especially
if they apply for samaritan guardianship.  I can make these out to you
right now if you want?"

   "Yes, certainly.  Ginny, run and fetch my purse please." The older of
her two girls hesitates a moment, glancing at the three naked teenagers,
then runs off.

   "Fine healthy pair of girls you've got there.  No boys?" "No.  One of
the Trouble fevers.  I can't have more." "Ah.  Pardon my asking.  I'm
sorry. Still I guess some strong young hands around the farm will be a help
then." "Badly needed help too.  Assuming they can learn the work.  And
don't have too much else on their minds." She nods towards the boys, who
are shuffling their feet in growing embaressment.  The reason is obvious -
both of their penises have continued to thicken, and are now beginning to
rise.

   After making a point of staring at their progressively stiffening
organs, she continues.  "Tsk.  Well I suppose as you said, it's to be
expected.  Looks like seven weeks without *whatever* has had some effect.
Plus you see they can't help sneaking peeks at the naked girl beside them,
even though Carla's their sister.  Hmm..." She considers for a moment. 
"Well, you're all going to have to get used to seeing each other naked for
a while, and I think we need to get you boys used to the idea that
erections are natural and won't get you a strapping, but *pretending* you
aren't peeking, and *pretending* you are not getting erections will get you
in plenty of trouble.  As will not doing as I tell you.  So Dennis,
Patrick, you both turn and face your sister, keep your eyes on her very
lovely figure, your hands at your sides and nowhere else, and keep on your
best postures."

   They turn, both blushing.  Nobody says anything more for a while, as two
cocks quickly complete their erection.  Both the boys are uncircumcised,
and as they fully extend their foreskins pull back, entirely on Dennis's,
but only about halfway on Patrick's.

   At this point Ginny comes running back, and hands her mother a purse. 
The girl is so stunned to see the two rigid erections, she even forgets to
hide behind her mother again.

   "That's better.  I don't want to see any foolish modesty from you three,
but don't think that means you won't get a sound thrashing if I even hear
of anyone touching themselves in a sexual way without permission.  Which
you do NOT currently have though I see from the way your swollen dicks keep
twitching that you wish you did.  We'll work out those arrangements later.
Now, fifteen dollars, isn't it.  No volume discount?"

   "Ha ha ha...  sorry, no.  Well, there is, but unless you're a circus or
a marathon...?" He's already filling out the paper strips in the little
booklet.  She hands him two coins - a small silver tenth ounce, and a
larger alloy five dollar that contains one twentieth of an ounce of silver.
"I hear they finally executed Bernanke."

   "Yeah.  I went to watch, but I couldn't get closer than about a 'K away
for the crowd.  So many happy people!  Never understood why they kept
letting the bastard lodge so many appeals.  Ha!  Death by Dollar Printing.
They ran the old press full speed, but each bill doesn't give much heat
when they burn.  Took several hours of cooking him before he stopped
screaming.  The whole crowd was dancing in arms at the end."

   They're silent a long moment, remembering.

   "Well, we all lost family and friends in the Troubles, thanks to that
evil man..."

   "Yes.  And the Five Hundred.  It's a shame Greenspan died before his
sentencing.  Really hope they catch Obama." He hands her the slips of
paper, and three plastic wristbands to hold them.  "These covers are
waterproof after you zip them up.  Rain makes the ink run.  They're
registered and you can get new copies for a dollar each if you lose them,
OK?" He nods at the three naked teens.  The only new development is that
the girl's nipples have become prominently erect as well, and a mottled
flush has spread over her chest.  "Looks like you are going to be busy now,
so I'll be off.  Before these kids explode all over my van."

   He climbs back into the cab, closes the door.  As he's starting the
engine he waves to them.  The van pulls away, circles round the yard slowly
to avoid damaging the grass and then heads off up the drive at a politely
dust-free slow speed.

   She stands contemplating the three for a long moment.

   "Well, it seems you can do as you are told.  Now, introductions.  Face
this way please...  thank you.  As I'm sure you know, I'm Ellen.  You'll
meet my husband Chris later when he gets home." She reaches behind herself
and pulls her younger daughter around in front of herself, standing with
her hands on the girl's shoulders.  "This is Beth; she's 11 and terribly
shy I'm afraid.  Beth, meet Patrick." She walks the girl forward the few
steps to the blushing naked boy, his erection standing upright in the short
space between them.  "Oh Beth, don't be rude, shake his hand!  Patrick is
only a few years older than you, I'm sure you'll be friends."

   Beth tentaively extends her hand, and Patrick, speechless and blushing,
takes it lightly.  He hesitantly gives a small shake, taking care to raise
their hands high to avoid bumping against his bobbing erection, then
quickly lets go.  Ellen waits, holding her daughter there.  After a silent
pause she says teasingly "What, neither of you can speak?  Beth?  Aren't
you going to welcome Patrick?"



   %%%%

   introductions of children.  Ellen draws it out, Beth & Ginny with each
of the three naked teens.

   After that, her own 'welcome speech'.  Regret at what happened to their
parents, but incl disapproval of parent's lax ways, here kids must strictly
accept the authority of their guardians, must do as they are told.  In this
household, excessive modesty of children discouraged, and the new ways of
America's moral restoration are taken very seriously.  That means that she
and her husband are responsible for the moral and sexual discipline and
development of all their children.  Everyone is expected to do their part
of work on the farm, but she understands they'll take some time to adjust
and learn.  For now, they should just relax and get used to their new home.
She makes a special point of demanding absolute truthfulness to her -
she'll cane them severely for lying or deception.  When she asks them a
question, she demands they answer truthfully and openly.  Farmhouse has
only one spare bedroom.  The three of them will have to share that
temporarily.  Were expecting kids would have own clothes.  None spare to
suit them.  Can't spare time for trip into town till next week to buy
clothes, and anyway kids here are often naked.

   All kids sent to play in pool while she makes lunch.

   %%%



   While she prepares the midday meal Ellen skims through the iPure manual,
with the unit running.  She finds as expected that they are now in
'unrestrained' mode - MPAs doing nothing but logging.  They are still in
range and she can read all their status data.  She's a little surprised to
see that both of the boys are registering about 75% of the way to orgasm,
despite there being no genital touching logged.  She quickly sets 'disable
orgasm', 'disable ejaculation' on both the boys.  Wondering why their
arousal is so high, she digs deeper into the status.  Ah ha!  She finds
Seminal Volume, and both of them are way over the roughly normal she'd
expected to see.  The older boy is at about 150% of what the unit takes to
be his typical volume, and the younger is at 160% of his smaller standard
volume.  She's intrigued...  how?  She checks the volume time logs, and
discovers the answer.  They had their seminal volume substitution, the
proceedure she'd ordered, not just a day or two ago, but a full week!  The
DHM officer in charge of them must have had them processed almost as soon
as he had her consent form in his hand.

   She had expected the proceedure to occur just before their departure,
which should have relieved their accumulated seminal production, and so
given then some time to settle in at the farm before they began to
experience the urgency, and other effects.  But instead...

   The proceedure shows up clearly in their logs - a normal sleep state
deepens suddenly, then after about half an hour an MPA-induced ejaculation
sequence begins and runs...  for several minutes, which seems a lot but
then she remembers that they had been accumulating for six weeks by then.
Presumably the technician had wanted to make sure they were totally
emptied. Or maybe he was just distracted.  Eventually the ejaculation stops
as suddenly as it started, then a pause, then detected seminal volume
rapidly rises again in a very precisely linear graph.  She imagines the
tubes into their penises, the automated positioning and inflation of
sealing bladders in the urethra just above and below the junctions of
prostate and seminal ducts, the precision mixing and injection of fluid,
forcing its way into glandular openings relaxed by MPA command.  The
material foaming, expanding and swelling the glands, then setting in place
in its new residence.  Flushing of excess from the urethra, deflation and
removal of the bladders and intrusions, anesthetic tailed off, and two
sleeping boys wheeled back to wake next morning in their own beds.  None
the wiser, erections still completely inhibited, and they *should* have
been relieved to find their built up urgency considerably less than
yesterday.

   However, she sees that unexpectedly the introduced volume wasn't 100% of
their estimated normal, as a standard seminal substitution should have
been. She scrolls back through the MPA data, to the beginning of their
records.  Interestingly the seminal volume recorded during an NMR
tomography from their admittance medical on their arriving at the DHM
center, had been well below their estimated normal - implying they'd both
had several ejaculations very shortly before the arrests.  Then they'd had
another measurement before their MPA fitting, after a week at the DHM under
supervision that had not allowed any ejaculations.  That too was entered in
their MPA logs as a second approximation to baseline normal.

   The amount substituted hadn't even been the same as the seminal draining
volume - at least five weeks worth of teenage buildup, with the DHM
inhibitor script not permitting night emissions.  Either through equipment
miscalibration or some joker running it, they'd each received another 15%
on top.  And then...  they'd both had another full week of the secretion
stimulant additive in the foam starting to act.  Which would rapidly bring
their seminal production up to about twice their usual rate.  By now they
are two desperately horny boys!

   She grins to herself.  Oh well.  Not as she'd planned, but not a serious
problem either.  Thinking of how quickly their erections had developed and
the thrill it gave her, she can see this is going to be most entertaining.
She wonders what that must feel like.  And why shouldn't she have them
explain that in detail?  They'll have plenty of time to figure out how to
describe it, since with their foam insertions the feeling won't be going
away any time soon.  Absolutely scandalous, the way their parents had
allowed them to pleasure themselves whenever they pleased.  Patrick, the
younger boy, three times a day if not more, probably ever since he became
capable!  And the older Dennis, probably a worse masturbator and also
having completely unregulated sex with that girlfriend and not one MPA
among any of them.  Well that's all over; now they'll learn that sex isn't
about self-pleasuring, not about just *taking* pleasure.  It's about
dedication to the new renaisance of America, through moral discipline, care
for the needs of those close to you, and managed development of the body's
capacity for giving pleasure.  'Those who give, they shall receive!'

   Oh, there'll be lots of stiff dicks pulsing with strenuous and lengthy
workouts of their ejaculation muscles, and now and then for rewards she
might even let them enjoy the feelings.  But as for actual semen getting
let out?  Ha!  Not likely.  Let it squish around in there with their new
squeezy foam workout toys.  These children have been pleasure takers all
their lives, and she can't think of a more appropriate pennance for their
past behaviour, than to suffer unrelieved urgency for a whil.  Well...  for
quite a *long* while...  She shivvers, revelling in the flare of excitement
that thought fans in her own sex.  Chris is a wise and caring husband, and
never tires in his explorations of her body's capacity to experience
pleasure.  He loves to watch her orgasms, but isn't afraid to forego that
enjoyment and put in the much more exacting work involved in teasing her to
frequent excitements just short of release.  Over the years he has taught
her the profound joys to be had from prolonged orgasm denial, and the
incredible feelings that build in her body over weeks and months.  In
return he receives the reward of a very aroused and appreciative lover.

   Currently she is three months into an orgasm free interval.  She had
been thinking he'd call an end to this one a few weeks ago, but then there
was the matter of taking on the three children, and he'd told her he
decided she would go unrelieved until he saw how things were settling down
with the new arrivals.  He'd grinned, and pointed out that since he'd be
harvesting for a few weeks around when they arrived, she'd have to manage
them herself.  He'd said "I expect dealing with three highly sexed
teenagers and their sexual discipline will put quite a strain on your own
self control, won't it dear?  Heh...  quite a strain.  This is really going
to be a whole new world of stimulation for you.  But I know you're up to
the challenge.  If it looks like getting too difficult, I guess we could
always get our own MPAs, instead of waiting till next year like we agreed."

   She can feel a trickle of her excited juice seep from her swollen sex.
The thought of getting an MPA herself, of Chris having absolute as opposed
to voluntary control of her sexuality...  this both tantalizes and
frightens her.  Consciously she knows it is the moral thing to do, but
somehow her body reacts with a mix of dread and arousal that leaves her
weak kneed.  She isn't quite ready for that, and so she'll be taking her
task of managing these nearly adult children very seriously.  Yes, it's
going to be a lot of hard work to make generous givers out of them.  But
she will manage.  The difficulty may be to not enjoy it too much.

   She decides she won't tell them about the seminal replacement yet. 
Reading on in the manual she sees there's also 'disallow masturbation' but
there are some complicated options she needs more time to study.  She also
thinks to herself it might be quite interesting to leave that alone for
now, especially with...  she enables an audible alert on detection of
genital stimulation.  Deeper in the manual she also comes across mention of
setting a full lock on the exit ducts of the seminal and prostate glands.
With the set foam plugging these outlets this isn't strictly necessary, but
does eliminate any chance of stray fluid leakages past the plugs during
extended ejaculatory exercising.  So she enables that too, just in case. 
There's much more detail still to cover in the Male section of the manual,
but having dealt with the basics she skips to the Female section.

   By this time lunch is ready, and she's barely begun with the female MPA
section.  There are so many options!  The only thing she's been able to do
is enable audible alarms on masturbation and arousal approaching orgasm. 
She's surprised at the strange feelings she gets from thinking what to set
for the girl.  It hadn't occured to her before the kids arrived, that the
girl would excite her so oddly.  She'd been expecting it with the boys, but
had hardly thought about the girl.  So well developed, for a 15 year old!
And the girl's nipples had started poking out immediately, standing there
in the hot sun by the bus, looking at her two brother's erections.  Her
status shows she too is heavily aroused, with a clitoral engorgement at 90%
though she's only 20% of the way to orgasm.  The little minx is clearly
going to require very close attention.  But probably safe to leave her MPA
in idle till after lunch.  She'll decide what to do then, after reading a
bit more.  She keeps thinking of the girl's two vibrators, in the box of
other 'items' the DHM had posted here after the trial.  Anal.  The girl
habitually pleasured herself anally.  As she's setting out the table she
finds herself toying with various ideas for what to do with the girl to
deal with that problem of hers.

   Out at the pool Dennis and Patrick had hoped playing in the water would
banish their erections, but no such luck.  It seems like even the lapping
touch of the water makes them harder.  They'd tried swimming, they'd tried
standing around in the neck-deep part of the pool and talking about cars
and baseball, but nothing worked.  Beth and Ginny kept following them
around, not really talking to them, just whispering gleefully to each other
while always being somewhere they could see the boy's erections, or at
least see if they tried to touch themselves.  Which the boys would have if
they'd had any privacy at all, given how the aching fullness inside
combined with the throbbing feel of hard erections, to make them both sure
only a few good strokes would have them cumming bucket-fulls.

   It didn't help at all, that Carla felt too nervous about her nakedness
to go talk with the other girls and so wanted to hang with them.  She'd
stay a little apart from them, always trying to hide her breasts under the
water - not that it hid anything very well, just made her curves wavey as
well as sexy.  So when Ellen came outside to call them in for lunch, all
five of the children were standing in a loose bunch half way along the
pool. Beth and Ginny sitting on the poolside, legs dangling in the water,
and the three teens standing nearby in the water, pretending not to notice
the younger girls.

   "OK everyone, lunch is out!  Come inside quickly now, before it goes
cold."

   Ginny calls to her mum "Mummy!  Dennis and Patriiiick still have
stiffies!" "Yes, dear, I expect so.  Can't be helped.  Come along, dry
yourselves off before you come inside." "But mummeee!  They are trying to
hide their stiffieeees!  They won't get out of the pool.  They shouldn't do
that?"

   Ellen picks up three towels and walks over to the group.  "Here you are
Ginny, Beth, dry yourelves and run inside.  Right away now." She hands them
a towel each.  The girls reluctantly stand up and rub themselves down as
they walk towards the house.  Ellen glares at the three still in the pool.

   "What did I say about modesty and pretending you don't have erections?"

   "But Aunt, we weren't hiding them, we just...  like the pool.  We didn't
have one at home, and didn't get to wash much at the DHM either.  It's so
nice..."

   "Hmmm, well...  all right.  But out you get now, right here." She points
at the pool edge in front of her.  "Here Carla, I'll give you a hand up."
She holds out her hand to the teen.

   The boys glance at each other, resigned, and start to climb out of the
pool to either side of their Aunt.  Carla stares at the hand as if afraid
of it, then also accepts the inevitability and clasps it, letting Ellen
help haul her up onto the poolside.  The two boys are looking around
uncertainly, full erections still standing despite their time in the cool
water.  Looking for towels, but realising Ellen is holding the only one in
sight.  Ellen ushers the girl to stand next to them, and begins rapidly
wiping the girl down.

   "Sorry, only one towel.  The girls should have thought to get more out,
I'll speak to them about that.  Just stand still and I'll do all three of
you.  Don't want water walked into the house.  Wait till I've done all of
you."

   She's very brisk, starting with a quick wipe over Carla's hair, doing
the girl's back with one rubbing swipe, then her front.  She gives the
girl's breasts slightly more attention, firmly circling over them, then
down her stomach, and a quick pass under her crotch, then a swipe down each
leg.  She repeats a similar process for each boy, with only a cursory brush
over their erections.  Then she stands back, folding the wet towel into a
small rectangle, and speaks to them all.

   "Actually I'm perfectly aware that you were staying in the pool the
whole time to hide your erections.  And you girl...  don't think I can't
see how aroused you are as well.  That's quite a large and stiff clitoris
you have there, isn't it?  To say nothing about your nipples, which popped
up out there by the bus and haven't gone down at all since then I suspect.
I didn't want to encourage Ginny to play at snitching.  But really, if you
keep behaving as if you have something to hide, I'll *ask* her to let me
know.  And punish you for such silliness.  I've told you not to do this,
and you must do as I say.  Now I'm going to give you a quick demonstration
of what I expect in terms of obedience, and if you're ALL good, then we'll
all go and have a nice lunch.  If any of you slip up, you'll be getting a
severe spanking and none of you will get lunch.  Got that?  Lunch, *or* a
spanking.  What you have to do is simple.  Just stand still, don't say
anything, and listen carefully."

   She steps closer to Patrick, puts the folded towel on the ground in
front of him, and kneels on it.  Without any further ado she grasps the
shaft of his erection firmly and starts sliding her fist up and down it. 
With her other hand she cups his testicles, enclosing them.  He gasps in
surprise, then corrects the jerk away he'd begun.  Biting his lip, he
manages to avoid any worse disobedience.

   "Quite persistent erections you have here.  I suppose it's to be
expected, teenagers' raging hormones and having gone at least seven weeks
without any relief.  It won't take much of this to have you spraying all
that bottled up juice.  Yes, that's OK, you can thrust your hips a
little... my, my, getting close already aren't you!  Now here's the
thing..."

   She suddenly stops stroking on his cock, letting go entirely of both it
and his balls.  "My husband and I are now legally your moral guardians. 
This means that *everything* about your life, including the sexual
functions of your bodies, are absolutely not yours to choose, they are
*ours* to choose.  You've had seven weeks of abstinence, and are
understandably horny.  I *could* forbid these erections, and easily prevent
them.  However erections are a healthy expression of your sexual urgency,
and aid in development of the penis.  So you are permitted to have
erections now, and in general.  What is *not* permitted, is any form of
masturbation, orgasm without approval, and pointless modesty."

   She grips him again, stroking carefully, watching Patrick's face as he
grimaces.  He's obviously very near orgasm.  She releases him.  "It's very
important you all understand this, if you don't want to be bundled back off
to the DHM permanently.  Nothing sexual happens without our permission. 
This isn't just a rule of this household, it's the law.  I understand your
parents resisted the moral reformation and raised you in the old ways. 
Look how well those worked out!  Here it will be different.  No touching
yourselves, and no cumming except when you are specifically instructed to
come.  And you..." She taps the tip of his swollen purple glans with an
extended fingertip, making his cock jump "do not presently have permission
to come."

   She lifts her knees from the towel, still squatting.  Picks up the
towel, and lays it down in front of Carla, where she kneels again.  With
her face only a foot from the girl's crotch, she speaks as if she's talking
to the bare sex in front of her.  "Carla, move your feet apart about a
meter. ....  More, come on, do as you're told.  That is not a meter!  What,
your feet are old fashioned Imperial?  You do know how much a meter is?"
The girl sighs slightly, and shuffles her feet even further apart, till her
legs are a triangle considerably wider at the base than the height to her
crotch.

   "That's better." She brings both hands to the girl's slit, pulling the
puffy labia aside.  Running a finger through the damp inner pinkness, she
examines the slippery wetness revealed.  Carla's clitoris is sticking out
stiffly from its hood at the top of her slit like a pearly pink tip of a
little finger.  Ellen brings the middle two fingers of her left hand up and
sinks them firmly into the girl's vagina, while fingering the clit with her
right hand.  She pushes back on the clit hood, seeing how much of the small
shaft can be exposed.  The girl shudders and gasps softly, her hips jerking
randomly.

   "Well girl!  No hymen, and you are just as erect as your brothers.  Look
at this thing!  I don't think I've ever even heard of a clitoris as
prominent as yours.  How intriguing.  I especially like the way it pokes
out between these cute lips even when they are pressed together.  So
naughty!  So revealing!  And....  " She circles a glistening fingertip
around, pressing into the hood-covered clit root area, alternating with
quick teases of the small exposed shaft.  "And...  so sensitive!  I'm sure
we'll find some good uses for this thing.  Hmmm...." A thoughtful look
crosses her face, as she concentrates on working those two fingers around
inside the girl.  "Ah!  There it is.  My, your G-spot is very prominent
too. All puffed up, before I even touched it.  I noticed on the video of
your vibrator habits, you didn't seem to be paying this little spot any
attention, so I wonder, did you even discover it yet?  We'll discuss this
later, tonight, when Chris is home.  Ah..  ha ha that's sensitive isn't it!
Pant for me, that's it..."

   Carla is panting heavily, rolling her hips in a fucking motion in
response to the movement of Ellen's fingertips inside.  "One thing about
the G-spot, is that when it's properly stimulated and becomes heavily
engorged like yours is now, further stimulation results in truly
mind-blowing orgasmic spasms.  Or, if stimulation is halted juuusssst
before orgasm, like this, the engorgement and feeling of frustrated
excitement takes quite a long time to subside.  Do that repeatedly over a
few days and weeks, and the G-spot becomes becomes more or less permanently
activated.  I hope you'll learn to appreciate the feeling - it's very....
ummm....  motivating.  It will be fascinating leading you through these
development exercises, since your remarkable clit will be such a charming
indicator of how, um...  'motivated' you are."

   She has been carefully giving the teenager short bursts of rubbing
around her clit, and working of fingers on her sensitive inside spot,
judging the girl's approach to orgasm.  When the moment is right, she
withdraws her hands.  "Of course, you don't have permission to climax
either.  And that just leaves your big brother.  Goodness, we'd better be
quick or the food will be cold!" She rapidly shifts to Dennis, gripping him
and stroking his erection more vigorously than she did Patrick's.

   "Well, you're even harder than you were when I towelled you.  Something
to do with watching me fingering Carla into panting urgency?  Fair enough
too, she's a very beautiful and sexy girl isn't she?  Look at her...  she's
so horny now.  I think she lied to the court.  I don't think she used her
vibrators every couple of days; more like twice a day or more.  Now she
thinks she reeeealy needs to come, even though if she did it would spoil
all that delicious buildup of sexyness.  Ah, and as for you...  getting
there quickly, aren't you." She pauses for a moment, judging his pelvic
tensing.  She gives him another couple of strokes.  "Of course, you might
be lucky; I might let you come just to tease the others more." She stops
again.  Or, I might be just teasing you too, because this is after all, a
demonstration of exactly how much I am in control of your bodies.  Hmm...
yes, I think you're ready now too."

   She stands up.  "Alright, you all did very well.  Come on then, lunch.
Quickly." She strides off into the house, glancing back at them over her
shoulder.  They follow, somewhat uncoordinated in their walk.

   In the kitchen she directs them to three seats along one side of the
table.  Ginney and Beth come in from another room and sit down opposite. 
Ellen sits at one end, leaving an empty chair at the other end.  The table
top is clear plate glass, so the three naked teens are fully exposed,
erections and all.

   They all bow their heads for a moment in the Prayer of Survival, then
begin eating.

   After a while, Beth and Ginney become distracted from their food, and
start staring again at the sights under the table glass opposite them. 
They whisper giggles to each other, and then Ginny turns to Ellen.  "Mummy,
now their stiffies are even bigger!  And they're all red, and the knobs on
top are kinda dark purple!  And they keep kinda twitching...  did you smack
them on their stiffies, mummy?"

   "No dear, I just gave them a quick exercising, as a lesson.  They're
bigger now because they are more excited than before and want to have
ejaculations."

   "Didn't they want to have ejaculations before?"

   "Yes Ginny, just not as much."

   "Can we make them want ejaculations even more, to make them bigger and
more purple?  They look funny!  Can *we* exercise them mummy, can we
pleeese?"

   "Of course you can darling, but daddy and I will have to teach you how
first.  Beth too.  Uh, Beth, what's the matter honey?"

   Beth has been staring in open-mouthed surprise at something under the
table, where Carla is sitting.  "Mu...  mummy, Carla has...  something
sticking out of her...  her pee pee.  What is it mummy?  Ginny and I don't
have anything like that!"

   Ginny bursts into giggles.  "Yes we do silly, only hers is much much
bigger than ours, and she has a girl-stiffie in it.  You remember just
after Christmas when mummy and daddy had us do that sexual testing thing?
And you got the giggles and kept yelling it was tickling you just there? 
That was your one of those, wasn't it mummy?" She points at Carla's erect
clit, proud of her superior knowledge.

   Beth takes offence at being made to look like she doesn't know anything,
and cuts in before Ellen can reply.  "Well it did so tickle!  And you
yelled too!  You yelled bad words, so daddy made you wear the tester all
day!  And then again the whole next day too!  Serves you right!"

   Ellen pauses, waiting for the outburst to subside.  Ginny doesn't seem
to have anything to say about that incident, and in fact has gone a little
pink.  She pays a lot of attention to her food.  Ellen thinks perhaps that
topic could do with some investigation, if Ginny has started going all
silent about the event of discovering orgasms.  Chris had found it very
erotic, keeping Ginny locked in the 'pubic stimulator - child, size 5'
device for a couple of days, after the girl had revealed her knowledge of
phrases like 'oh fuck oh fuck, shit, oh FUUUUCK!' during her first ever
orgasm.  That was at nine in the morning, as the smart device gently
vibrated and massaged the twelve year-old's clitoris, adapting to her
responses.  He'd then promised her a spank that evening for every time she
said a rude word that day, even though confined to her bedroom by herself.
He'd left the device on her till 6pm and the whole day the video intercom
was set to watch and listen in from the master bedroom.

   Chris had been insatiable that day, and even let Ellen have one orgasm
for every five Ginny moaned out, breaking a three month orgasm ban.  He'd
used the intercom to let Ginny know her spank count every time she swore,
and it had taken to around lunchtime before the girl became accustomed
enough to the paroxysms to cry out without swear words.  That night she'd
borne 43 spanks, and had clearly become sexually aroused during the
punishment.  The pubic stimulator didn't have to be returned till the day
after tomorrow, so Chris had announced that he wasn't satisfied that Ginny
had learnt her lesson, and would wear it again tomorrow.  That was another
day spent mostly in bed for them, though this time Chris began Ellen on a
new orgasm denial interval.  Watching and listening to their sexy twelve
year old daughter threshing and groaning as the merciless device
force-marched her body through countless intense orgasms that day, gave her
own teased and growing need a whole new dimension.  The recorded video
still drives her crazy, to see the girl's naked body writhing in newfound
sexuality, clutching her small breasts, the first girlish curves developing
on her skinny tomboy figure.

   "Ginny is right, Beth.  Carla does have one like yours, only hers really
is much bigger.  And she is very excited, just like the boys."

   Ginny asks kind of softly, into her plate of food: "Why is hers so much
bigger?" Beth: "Why is she excited mummy?  Does she want to ejaculate too?
"Ha ha, you two...  Beth, she's a girl who has some naughty habits, and
got used to touching herself in ways she shouldn't.  She hasn't been
allowed to do that for some time, and she probably thinks she might be able
to soon.  And also, I exercised her like I did with the boys so now she's
very, very excited and her clitoris - that thing - is sticking out very

stiffly.  Hmmm...  Carla, was your clitoris always so huge?"

   The three teens have been looking like they would like to shrink to
nothing and vanish during this conversation.  They are all various shades
of blush red, but Carla in particular is heading towards crimson.  She's
toying with the food on her plate, slumped forward.  The problem she has is
that the glass tabletop is cold, and Carla can't sink down any lower
without her breasts pressing onto the glass.  She glances beseechingly at
Ellen, but senses she can't get out of this without answering.  In fact she
can't really remember.  She hadn't ever noticed her clitoris until it
started poking out achingly when she reached puberty, after which it had
become a seriously embarressing problem in many ways.

   "I...  I don't know Aunt Ellen.  I don't think so..." "You don't *think*
so?  Then, there must have been some time when you first noticed it *was*
huge.  When was that exactly?  Oh, and sit up straight, stop squirming, and
spread your thighs wide so we can see what we're talking about.  Remember
what I said earlier about answering truthfully."

   Carla finds herself presented with three distressing conflicts at once.
The instruction on how to sit, and a reminder that there actually was a
specific incident involving her clit, that she really doesn't want to talk
about.  Plus the thought of getting caned if her Aunt sees she's not being
honest.  Either one alone she might have been able to find some way to deal
with, but together they scramble her ability to resist.  She finds herself
obeying the posture command, spreading her thighs wide, as she struggles
with starting to tell that story.

   "We...  I...  was twelve I think.  We'd been moving around a lot, and
were staying with friends at their house a mile or two from a beach. 
Everyone was out for the day somewhere except I'd stayed home with the
daughter of dad's friends, and her boyfriend.  They were 16 and 17 I think.
It was summer and hot, so the three of us decided to walk to the beach. 
Only I didn't have much, so I didn't have a swimsuit.  Fran found an old
two piece bikini of hers she said would fit me, so we put the swimsuits on
under our jeans, swim tops only, towels in Dave's backpack, and went.  The
suit she lent me was pretty tight to put on, but I thought it was OK even
though the colors had faded close to white and the stretchy cloth was thin.
I wore my very old pair of blue jean cutoffs which I like because they
looked so worn.  They had several holes and were tight on me by then."

   "First problem was soon after we started walking I got really
uncomfortable - the suit bottom started working into me.  The back part
sort of worked into my bum crack right away, but with that all bunched
together underneath, the front part quickly worked into my slit.  I
couldn't do anything about it while walking, so didn't say anything.  I
figured it would be OK at the beach, because I wouldn't be walking much
there and could adjust it easily with the jeans off.  But then, with the
cloth pulled right into my front, I started to get a weird feeling, like a
kind of tingling fullness there.  By the time we got to the beach it was
really distracting, and it also felt like I had somehow wet myself.  Well,
Fran and Dave said we didn't need changing rooms, just take off the jeans
on the beach.  So...  I had to try and pull down my jeans while fixing the
suit problem.  They just dropped their stuff and ran into the surf, leaving
me to sort myself out.  Well...  I guess a girl messing around trying to
put her hand down her too-tight jeans for a while makes people look, so
when the jeans suddenly ripped right along a side seam I already had an
audience.  People actually clapped!  I stepped out of the wrecked jeans,
then examined them and figured out there was nothing I could do, they were
gone.  I folded them anyway and put them on my towel.  Then looked at
myself.  I nearly died!  The lower part of the bikini was soaking wet and
completely transparent.  I mean you could see the exact color and shape of
my slit through it.  The whole thing was deeply pulling into my slit the
whole way up, and I guess the elastic around the leg holes was bad because
it would pop right back into the world's most blatent camel toe anytime I
tried to pull it out."

   "So there I was, showing my pussy off to dozens of people all around me,
and confused about the strange tingly feeling I was getting from thinking
about that.  I didn't have a lot in the way of breasts yet, just little
oranges.  But I was proud of them and they were feeling really weird and my
nipples were sticking out in the thin bikini top."

   "But...  the worst part..."

   She pauses, working her mouth silently, shuddering at the memory.

   "The worst, was that at the top of my slit there was a bump.  Not just a
little, unnoticable bump either.  It was like this..." She waves vaguely
towards her splayed crotch.  "So then I knew what that feeling was, but I
had no idea why...  or what to do about it.  And people all around me on
the beach were looking at me.  Anyway, I panicked and ran into the water
after my friends.  It took me a while to find them among the crowd in the
water, and when I did they were a little further out than I was comfortable
with.  Near the limit of where I could touch bottom and I kept getting
churned in the waves.  I tried to tell Fran about the jeans problem, but
she just shrugged, so?  I guess by itself it didn't sound like a big deal.
Also, they were busy with each other, doing a lot of hugging and kissing
and horsing around in the waves.  That's why they were a bit further out
than most, so they could do stuff...  like putting their hands in each
other's swim suits.  They seemed to think it was funny doing it where I
could see though, and Fran was getting pretty turned on.  That didn't help
the weird tingling I was getting.  Then Dave dared her to take her bikini
top off.

   Those were the days public nudity was just starting to happen, and there
were already many women going topless on many beaches, even a few nude.  So
she did.  Then she surprised me from behind and undid the tie of my top,
pulling it off me before I could react.  I tried to grab it back off her,
but she just laughed and tossed hers and mine towards Dave.  Except a wave
hit just then and afterwards we never found either of them.  They thought
it was sidesplittingly funny.  When I didn't, they grabbed me and started
to tickle me.  Except once they got me completely helpless it turned into
'take turns to play with Carla's little boobs', and then 'see how hard
Carla's nipples can get.' That made my tingly problem even worse, and I
guess it must have showed because then the game became 'Dave discovers bump
at front of Carla's pussy, and investigates, then has Fran investigate
also.' Naturally Fran figured out what it was, but did she tell me?  No. 
She whispered in Dave's ear and they both cracked up laughing, then went on
'investigating my problem'.  They thought it was funny how rubbing it made
me shake my hips, but they didn't want to attract attention so any time I'd
start threshing around too much they'd stop for a while.  They made it get
really hard, and I didn't know whether to beg them to stop or keep going."

   "Eventually they walked me out of the water and up to our towels.  I was
so 'tingly-hot' (I didn't know the words for horny then) that wearing only
a too-tight bikini bottom that was totally transparent when wet, pulled up
hard into my slit, and transparently showing an inch of erect clitoris, and
having scores of people around admiring my show, just made me feel even
more tingly.  We stayed there all day, with my friends taking me back into
the water for more feelups any time it looked like my 'bump' was going
down."

   "We walked home with one of the towels wrapped around my shoulders, but
only the hopeless bikini bottoms below the waist.  They wouldn't let me
have another towel.  There was still no one home when we got back, so no
one else ever knew."

   "Anyway, that's the earliest I remember learning about my clitoris."

   "You didn't have an orgasm that day, and hadn't had one before?"

   "No aunt.  I couldn't get to sleep for ages that night.  After that I'd
often wake up in the night, or morning, having a dream of things like that
day at the beach, and my clitoris aching hard.  Often it would stay hard
for hours and hours, even days sometimes.  I couldn't wear bikinis, or even
short skirts with panties, in case someone saw it.  I had to sew a pad into
my school gym tights.





   %%%%%%%%%5 Aunt says that's enough for now, and compliments Carla on the
detail of her story.  But in future she should attempt to describe her
body's reactions more precisely.  There'll be plenty of opportunities to
practice, since she'll be having each of them relate all of their
significant sexual experiences, as a family bonding process.  For starters
this evening when Chris is home we'll all discuss your past bad habits, and
what sort of discipline will be appropriate for dealing with those.

   Chris and I will explain in detail what will be expected of you in this
house.  In terms of sexuality, we strictly observe both the letter and
intent of the Morality Act.

   She lectures them about the sexual health requirements of boys and
girls, quoting the law from the MPA manual.  Says her husband will
determine the practical details of male relief, when and how.  Of course
they shouldn't be worried, since both she and her husband are well aware of
the natural urges of the male, and if they are well behaved she's sure her
husband will set a schedule they'll be hapy with.  There will also be the
matter of regular sexual exercising to consider.  It's convenient that the
three of them form the most practical of all possible gender combinations
in that respect.  She reminds them that they are of course absolutely
forbidden to masturbate, or orgasm without permission.  Given their past
habits and the downtime they've had at the DHM, it's understandable they're
all feeling very horny.  But they'll just have to live with that for the
moment.  They have no say in this matter, and there's definitely no way
they can disobey the rules without being caught, since the iPurity unit
constantly monitors their sexual state.  She demonstrates - has Dennis,
then Patrick, then Carla give themselves a quick stroking, that immediately
results in a musical alarm tone from the iPurity unit, different for each
of them.  Then she has Carla give each of the boy's cocks a firm stroking,
until the iPurity unit sounds an 'approaching orgasm' tone, when she has
the girl stop.  Finally, she has Carla stand and walk around to Ginny and
Beth, and let the girls examine and touch her clitoris.  When the iPurity
sounds Carla's 'orgasm close' alarm she has the girls stop.

   After lunch they are sent back to the pool, even more erect & horny. 
She sternly orders them not to try and hide their erections.  in fact they
have to allow the girls to examine them as closely as they want, and touch
them.  She warns her girls to not overdo it - don't want any accidental
orgasms.



   4 friends of f_girls arrive.  All enjoying spectacle of naked, erect 17
& 14 yo boys, and horny 15yo girl.  They get pushy with feeling the guy's
dicks, and teasing girls breasts and pussy.  All three teens getting
unbearably frustrated.  They decide to go off by themselves, and slip away.
Walk up bush track to a knoll on the ridge where there's a rocky outcrop
among trees, overlooking the valley.  Farmhouse roof can be seen at the
edge of the treeline.  They talk for a while, then g brings up topic of how
horny they all are.  Says it's driving her nuts, simply has to do it now.
Must be out of range of that cursed iPurity thing, surely.  She starts
fingering herself, says it's ok if they watch.  They start to jerk off too.

   Very soon after, when they are all in the extremes of (they think) being
about to come, Aunt & girls spring them.  She'd noticed their MPAs go out
of range, watched them walk up hill track.  She brought a video camera up,
crept up on them and hid, got them all recorded.  Hiding and watching, she
has the iPurity on silent alarms, and scripts it to apply 'disallow
masturbation' on all three of them when she triggers it.  She waits till
the girl is just about to orgasm - by which time the boys would have
already cum, if their orgasms were not inhibited.  As they are, the three
of them are all franticly going at it when she hits the 'halt' icon.  The
result is comical - all of them cry out in sudden pain, pulling their hands
from themselves in shocked surprise, while their bodies continue hunching
in imminent orgasmic urgency.  The painful tingling in their hands goes
away rapidly and does nothing to cool their arousal.

   They are made to walk back down to house, hands on their heads, rigid
cocks bouncing.  She records this too.

   In the house she leads them into the lounge room.  She pulls three of
the heavy armchairs into a circle, with the large wall screen off to one
side, and the large glass doors onto the pool area at the other.  The 4
pre-teen friends of daughters are still in the pool, and get out to watch.
She has the trio sit in the chairs, then lift their thighs up over the wide
padded arms of the chairs.  Fetches a roll of strong cord, then cuts
sections off as she ties each of them to the chairs.  Their wrists are tied
down the outside back, to the rear legs of the chairs.  Their ankles to the
outsides of the front chair legs.  A loop around their waists, down behind
them and forward under their bums, over the front of the chair and tied to
the chair base, to keep their hips pulled forward to the edge of the seat.

   On the walk down the hill the boys had eventually lost most of the
stiffness in their cocks.  Now she stands back to admire her ropework.  The
three are sitting facing each other at three corners of a triangle, their
legs splayed wide, genitals forward and exposed.  The girl is blushing
colourfully, her opened sex still glistening wetly.  She's fairly
successfully trying to avoid looking at the displayed crotches of her
brothers, while they are failing badly at avoiding looking at hers.  With
the inevitable result - their cocks rapidly return to full hardness.  To
round out the scene, she connects the camera to the wall screen, and sets
it to play looped.  The video of them masturbating together on the hill
fills the large screen.

   She addresses her daughters.  "Girls, I'm going to go and have a nap now
before dad gets home.  I absolutely don't wish to be disturbed unless
there's some dire emergency.  Keep an eye on these three please, you're in
charge here but they're not to be untied under any circumstances.  Dad will
deal with them later.  Don't do anything silly now." She leaves, via the
kitchen where she picks up the iPure and MPA manual.  The last yards of
hallway to the master bedroom she practicly sprints.

   Back in the lounge, the other 4 girls come in from the pool.  The
sisters are whispering to each other, staring at the three bound teens. 
After a while they figure 'why not, if mum had meant them not to, she'd
have said so'.  They pick on c_boy_17 first.  They all sit cross legged on
the floor in front of him, peering at his big penis which is standing up
fully hard again.

   "Why were you doing that?" She points at the screen, which just now is
zoomed in on his fist jerking rapidly up and down his shaft.  "Silly, he
was going to make his stuff come out."

   %%%they play with his cock and balls, seeing if they can 'make him
shoot'.  He's extremely stiff.  Even though they do exctly what he was
doing, they can't make him spurt.  He's gasping and groaning, straining his
hips up.  They think he's refusing to show them, and try harder.  They
discuss how the man said it's been seven weeks that he wasn't allowed to
let his stuff out, and how often they think boys need to 'do it'.  There's
an argument, with one of the girls saying her older brothers do it several
times a day, and keep getting caught, and her parents spank them and
threaten to have them fitted with MPAs if they keep trying to do it in
secret and without asking permission.  But they always start doing it again
in just a few days.  So they must really want to.  The whole time they are
stroking his rigid penis, laughing at how it makes him go crazy.  One of
the girls says she knows something fun to do, that makes it even bigger. 
She pulls the elastic off her ponytail, and wraps the stretchy cord several
times around the base of his cock, finally looping the end over the two
small plastic balls that form a clasp.  The effect is very rapid.  The head
of his shaft gets much bigger, becoming tightly swollen and darker.  Veins
down the sides of his cock stand out in sinuous ridges.  Now the head is so
big his foreskin can barely pull up over it.  They discover that holding
thumb and finger tight around his shaft just below the head, and making
short tight strokes up and down over the back edge of his knob, makes him
go even more frantic.  Now when they let go and sit and watch him it's
really impressive.

   But still no spurting.  Eventually they get bored with him, and switch
to the younger brother.  This time a hairband gets tied around his dick
from the start.  Only a little stroking gets him rapidly as hard and
swollen as his brother, though not as big.  They play with him for a while,
but again no spurt.  Another of the girls says that the boys must have
their spurts turned off with the MPA things.  She has a friend who's whole
family has them, and her brother is like that.  He's not even allowed to
touch himself there, and gets hard most of the time.  She's allowed to play
with it any time she wants, and every couple of weeks her parents let him
spurt.  She says they make him lie on the kitchen table to spurt, with the
whole family there.  If he's been good, mum does it to him and he spurts
over and over, a *lot*, then she makes him spurt again, several times, till
nothing more comes out.  If he's been bad, he has to do it himself and dad
does something with the controler that makes only one little tiny spurt
come out then he keeps jerking for ages like he's spurting but nothing
comes out and it makes him cry afterwards.  She says she likes those times
best, because then for the next two weeks he's so much more funny to watch
when she plays with his penis.

   They all ask the sisters that if her parents do that, can they come and
watch?  Says sure, mum would probably be OK with that.  Except they
probably won't be allowed to spurt for ages and ages, after being so
naughty today.  Seeing as her mum and dad are so strict.

   Eventually they get sick of nothing happening with youger brother too,
except him thrusting and moaning as they rub his straining penis.

   So they move on to c_girl_15.  She's already very aroused, from watching
the boys being teased.  Pussy swollen and red, her fluids leaking down onto
the seat of the armchair.  Clit standing erect between her pulled open
labia.  Nipples hard.  They tease her about how much more trouble she's in,
since everyone says girls aren't allowed to do that to themselves.  They
are amazed at how much pubic hair she has - a dark thick forest.  They
decide they should trim it, and fetch scissors, mum's razor, and dad's
shaving cream.  Lathering up her pubes, they discover that she's *very*
sensitive, and bucks wildly when they touch her clit.  They do it more, and
find she gets wilder and wilder.  Then they discover there's nothing
stopping them slipping finger inside her vagina, and this makes her
struggle and hunch wildly too.  They tell her to hold still, since they
can't trim her bush while she's moving like that.  She doesn't seem to be
able to hold still, so they stop fingering her pussy and clit, while they
begin givng her a 'neat haircut'.  Except they keep taking too much off one
side or the other, and then again while trying to even up.  The final
result is that she has no hair left there at all except a patchy stubble,
so they close shave that off too, as well as some hairs further down around
her bum.  Once they rinse and wipe her, they are all amazed at the
difference.  Now she looks like a little girl - except for being all red
and swollen, and her erect clit.  Now it's even more fun to tease her. 
Every time they get her going wild, it's extra fun to just stop.  Not like
she's going to be able to cum anyway.  One of them goes and gets a big
cucumber from the fridge crisper, and they push that into her easily, with
all the juice she's making.  The cuke makes her go even crazier and
crazier, an they all take turns pushing it in and out of her for a little,
then taking it out and watching her huff and moan desperately as the next
girl squats in front of the armchair to have her turn.  By now she's
begging them not to keep stopping, which of course they find very funny, so
they start stopping even more, and timing it to when she's getting most
excited.  Experimenting, they find it's extra effective if they tease her
clit lightly in between intervals of pushing the cucumber inside her. 
After quite a while of this, one of them is rubbng the girl's clit and just
keeps going, when suddenly the girl goes rigid and her moan turns into a
kind of scream, like she's in pain.  Her hips are thrust hard up, thighs
straining, and they watch as the entrance to her vagina goes into pulsing
contractions.  Then amazingly, several strong spurts of liquid jet out of
her slit, from just above her vagina.  The girl who is kneelng between her
legs just then gets the squirts right in the face.  She falls back,
spluttering in Euuwww!  But then pauses, puzzled.  Some got in her mouth,
and it tastes kind of salty, interesting.  She wipes some between her
fingers, finds it's clear and kind of tacky, thicker than water.  Not like
pee.

   There's much excited chattering, while the girl lies motionless on the
chair.  They realise she has had an orgasm, and did a 'girl squirt', which
some of them had read about in sex-ed modules.  Oh wow!  Cool!  This means
her MPA must be more or less off, since she both came AND girl-ejaculated.
They want to make her cum again.  They start working on her seriously now,
no more teasing.  It seems to get easier and easier to make her cum, though
after the first few times there's hardly any more spurts from her.

   Some of the girls, rather than just watch or share the limited finger
space, start playing with the boy's cocks again.  One says it would be
funny to put this (shaking the stiff shaft of the older boy) inside her,
too bad we can't untie them.  One of the others says 'maybe we can
anyway...' She starts to push the boy's chair closer to the girl's.  The
others get the idea and help.  With the chair fronts a few inches apart,
and holding the boy's cock down towards her pussy, the head is nestling at
the entrance to her cunt.  They've kept up playing with the girl, so she is
in an orgasmic haze.  But he's not at all happy about putting his cock into
his sister.  Or he pretends to be, because his cock certainly isn't going
soft!  They push the chairs completely togethr, and about three inches of
his shaft slides into her.  Because of the ropes pulling their hips to the
front of the seats, neither of them can pull back far enough to disconnect
completely.  The head always remains just inside enough to keep his cock
lined up with her cunt.  When they both push forward, about 3 or 4 inches
go in.  With the hair elastic still around the base of his cock, his glans
is highly swollen, thicker than the shaft.  The girls experiment a bit
more, and find that putting a cushion under the sister's bum raises her up
and pushes her further forward, so now he's entering her from a lower
angle. They guess the thick head must be poking her on that rougher, spongy
little lump just inside the front wall of her pussy, that made her so wild
when they fingered it.  Because now she just can't stop humping her hips on
his shaft.  She comes again, hard.  For a little while she rests, then her
hips begin moving again.

   The girls sit around, watching.  It's very entertaining.  They are also
all feelng very squirmy themselves, and although all their swimsuits are
dry by now, none of them mention the wet spots at the crotch.  Because they
all have them.  One girl goes back to the other boy, and starts playing
with his cock again, while fidgitting - she can't seem to fnid a
comfortable position.  Suddenly she stands up.  "I can't stand this!  My
parents have been talking about us getting MPAs soon, and then...  I... 
don't know what I...  They're very serious about all that 'purity' stuff.
I'm going to...  no one tell, please?" She doesn't wait for an answer.  She
hooks a finger under the crotch of her bikini, and pulls it to the side
while lifting one leg over the seated boy, and facing him, lowering herself
onto his upright cock.



   (to do: at some earlier point, they promise to aunt that they will be
responsible, not attempt to masturbate, obery her instructions, etc.)



   When husband gets home, he has them untied and brought into the kitchen
for a lecture with all the family present.  He has the three of them stand
facing long side of the table, while he sits at the middle of the opposite
side.  Ellen sits at the end to his right, with Beth and Ginny's chairs
together at the left end.  Both boys still have rigid erections, now quite
reddened from all the attention they have had.  Denis' is still glistening
damply with Carla's juices, while Patrick's has long dried off from it's
use earlier.  Carla's pussy is flushed and swollen, leaking juices down her
thighs.

   The talk starts with Ellen summarizing the day's events, and playing the
video of them masturbating in the bush on a large display tablet on the
table.

   %%%%

   Chris starts off talking about the legally recommended relief intervals
for boys their ages, and how often he and his wife thought would be
appropriate for the boys and sister to have orgasms.  He was planning to be
considerate of their habituated orgasm frequency, and start with a fairly
liberal schedule, such as regularly twice a week, reducing over time to
fall in line with DHM recommendations for optimal glandular development and
a sensible reward/punishment arrangement dependent on their attention to
their farm and education duties.  Discusses the sorts of chores they'll
have around the farm, the general rules, the home education setup, etc.

   Then he shows them the documents about their adoption from the DHM. 
These note the amoral nature of their upbringing, and the socially harmful
sexual habits they had all been allowed to indulge.  In consideration of
that, the DHM waives in their case the standard regulations regarding
frequency of sexual relief.  It grants unreserved authority in all matters
of discipline and sexual actions to their new guardians.  It states that
should the new guardians find their adoptees unresponsive to discipline and
moral improvement, the DHM will without question accept return of the
children to their permanent care as irredeemable sexual offenders.

   He gets very serious.  "Ellen told you very clearly and repeatedly that
you are not permitted to masturbate.  She told you to wait till this
evening to sort out the matter of when and how you'd be allowed sexual
relief.  This wasn't much to ask, even if you have gone without for a few
weeks.  Your very first day here, and one would think you'd be making an
effort to be on your best behavior.  But what do you do?  At the absolute
first opportunity, you sneak off into the bush and indulge in a group
masturbation session.  You blatently flouted our trust, broke your
promises, exhibited deeply antisocial sexual behaviour, insulted our
hospitality and showed contempt for Beth, Ginny and their friends, and
generally showed you can't be trusted at all.  It was also just plain
stupid, since you can't have believed your actions wouldn't be noticed. 
Did you even think for a moment about what you were doing?  This is a farm,
and we live out here by our wits and hard work, by being responsible and
doing things with care and forethought.  By cooperating with each other. 
There's no place for stupidity on a farm.  There's also no place for
selfishly sneaking off into the bush and jerking off!"

   "I'd be justified in packing you all off back to the DHM tomorrow, you
understand?  I'm not sure what the DHM would do with you if they have to
take you back, but I'm certain you wouldn't like it very much.  Now, do you
want to stay here, or go back?"

   They admit they'd rather stay.

   "Very well then.  Given your behaviour today, you'll have to work hard
to regain our trust.  The conditions will be very different from what I had
intended to allow.  You're effectively on probation, until further notice.
Ellen and I will decide when to give you some slack, depending on how you
behave.  For now, here are the rules.

   One.  It's summer, the weather is warm.  You'll stay completely naked at
all times, both here on the farm and if we need to take you into town.  You
will never, ever make any attempt to conceal your nakedness, and that
includes when you are sexually aroused.  *Especially* when you are aroused.
I expect that given your proven sexual addictions, and sudden extended
abstinence you will develop a very pronounced libido and frequent obvious
arousal.  Just as you are now.  Understand that being naked and required to
reveal your arousal, is part of your punishment.  Trying to hide it will
only earn you more punishment.

   Two.  You were prepared to insult our hospitality to seek orgasm.  Fine.
For that, you will go without sexual relief indefinitely.  Don't even ask.
Any attempt to obtain relief, or even plead for it, will be severely
punished.  Ellen and I will consider this matter again in a few months, and
our decision will be based solely on your behaviour.  Not your desires. 
You are going to find this intensely uncomfortable.  So far as I'm
concerned that's the idea.  It's a punishment and a test.  Also, we'll be
making sure to maximise your discomfort via a schedule of frequent sexual
exercises.  Think of it as an intensive program of glandular capacity
development.  Won't do you any harm, and you'll end up with a truly
impressive ejaculatory capacity, so there's a positive aspect for you to
think about.

   Three.  Since we clearly can't trust you, we've set your MPAs to block
and punish any kind of genital self-stimulation.  You've experienced the
result of that already.  Your MPAs are also set to inhibit the experiencing
of mental pleasure of orgasm, though your exercise programs will include
regular cycling of the bodily systems involved in orgasm, for best muscular
and neurological conditioning.  For you boys, since your glands will grow
in size as fluids accumulate, it will be necessary to regularly exercise
the ejaculatory muscles as they stretch to accomodate the increasing
volume. The DHM has thoughtfully provided us with a brochure on the
recommended measures in such cases."

   He shuffles through the papers on the table, then holds up a large
glossy brochure.  The cover has a photo of a group of healthy, tanned and
cheerful looking teen boys and girls in very brief swimsuits playing some
ball game on a tropical looking beach with a turquoise ocean background. 
The title is 'Seminal volume enhancement and penis enlargement techniques,
for proud Americans' At the bottom of the cover the is 'A DHM initiative'
above the DHM official seal.

   He flips a few pages into the brochure to where a corner is folded down,
and reads out loud, running his finger along the lines.

   "Zero Emission Ejaculatory Exercise - ZEEE Muscular exercises involving
full-process ejaculatory contractions but with seminal fluid expulsion
blocked via MPA-commanded outlet sphincter closure, or plugging, or both,
produce a range of intense sensations.  These are described by subjects as
combining elements of both pleasure and discomfort, which may vary in
proportion over the duration of an episode.  In general subjects report a
strong perception of sexual frustration and 'unfullfilling effort'.

   In normal ejaculation, fluid within the seminal reservoir structures is
mobilized by contractions of the gland walls.  The lower section is an open
vessel and on contraction ejects its fluid into the urethra via a relaxed
sphincter.  Upper sections of the reservoir contain spongy interior
structures that slow fluid movement, allowing 'recharging' of the lower
areas of the seminal reserviors with fluid from deeper in the structure
after a contraction has emptied the lower cavity.  At rest, the entire
seminal vessicle reaches pressure equilibrium, but during normal
ejaculation fluid moves from the upper reservoir to the lower ejection area
in waves responding to contractions and relaxations of the lower area."

   He stops reading, and spreads the brochure out on the table.  "Here,
there's an illustration.  All of you gather round so you can see it.  Beth,
Ginny up front here, and Carla can look over you.  Boys, you on the other
side between me and Ellen."

   The illustration is a series of views of the male reproductive plumbing.
The first frame is a closeup colour photo of a male's loins, his penis in
full, swollen-veined erection.  The age is indeterminate, since the
smoothly hairless pubic area and flawless lightly tanned skin contrast with
the impressive size of the penis, standing straight and slightly off to the
side of the camera view.  It was captured as a thick jet of pearly semen
burst upwards from the tip.  The jet is spectacular, spraying thickly from
the opening and extending out of the frame, going out of focus as it nears
the edge.  Superimposed on his torso is an outline of the organs within,
showing the urethra curving back up, to the juncture with the seminal
vesicles, prostate, and bladder, plus the finer tubes of the Vas Deferens
looping up and forward over the pubic bone before descending to the
testicles.  Subsequent frames zoom in on the prostate and seminal
vessicles, illustrating them in the various states described in the text.
There are diagrams of nerve pathways, and chemical messenger signalling. 
On the first frame there's a prominent asterix overlaid on the semen jet,
with a note along the lower edge: "* Ejaculate.  Does not release during
ZEEE."

   "Everyone see clearly?  No need for me to read out the numbers in the
text that refer to the diagrams, you can follow."

   He resumes reading aloud.

   "Neural sensors in the walls of the lower seminal vessicles detect the
dilation of the vessel with fresh fluid, signalling that there is fluid
ready to eject.  These sensors are also involved at rest in perceptions of
'urgency' related to overall seminal reservoir fullness, as well as
bringing normal ejaculation to an end once the rate of recharging after
each ejection falls below a threshold.  The neural sensors act via circuits
involving the lower spine to enable the next ejaculation contraction once
sufficient fluid is present.  Thresholds and other factors influencing
ejaculation persistence naturally vary depending on stimulation, arousal
and so on, however the diminishing fluid refill rate is typically the
dominant parameter in termination of ejaculation.

   In ZEEE, both prostatic and seminal fluids are prevented from ejecting
into the urethra.  In the seminal vessicles, contraction of the lower
portion forces fluid back into near sections of the spongy area which
expand elastically under pressure to accomodate the displaced volume.  At
the end of each contraction, the lower portion of the vessicle relaxes, and
fluid immediately reflows under stored pressure to refill it.  The
refilling occurs considerably faster than during normal ejaculation, since
rather than depletion of the spongy area, there has been an extra charging
of its capacity.

   The nerves responsive to wall distention in the lower seminal vessicle
thus signal 'availability' of fluid for the next contraction more intensely
than in normal ejaculation.  There is some conscious perception of this
signaling, variously described as a sense of 'enhanced need' or 'readiness
to spurt powerfully', and in general an awareness that the next ejaculation
contraction is unavoidable and will be intense.  The muscular contraction
intensity is also influenced by these signals, resulting in maximum
strength contractions and a conscious perception of the intensity of the
contractions.

   During the interval between contractions, the feelings of intensity and
rapid fluid 'recharging' induce an associated expectation of
proportionately greater 'relief' to be provided by the impending
contraction.  However as the contraction begins and there is no sensation
of fluid transfer to the urethra, this anticipated relief inverts to a
perception of dismay and frustration in conjuction with the contraction. 
These perceptions derive from deep neural structures in the spine and
hind-brain, and remain undiminished regardless of duration of familiarity
with ZEEE.

   Since the fluids responsible for these variations from standard
ejaculation are retained, and cycle repeatedly within the vessicles, there
is no lessening of the refill rate after each contraction.  Thus the
contraction series continues until some other factor brings it to a halt.

   Where involvement and activation of the CNS orgasm center is allowed,
giving a subjective experience of orgasm in conjunction with the
ejaculatory contractions, perception of overall sexual frustration is
temporarily alleviated during the episode.  Even the 'relief anticipation'
inversion to frustration that occurs on each contraction mostly redirects
to a pleasure during orgasm.  However unalloyed sexual frustration returns
rapidly after orgasm due to unrelieved glandular distention.  Orgasm during
ZEEE typically continues for much longer than standard male orgasm, but
does usually resolve due to the usual post-orgasm refractory transmitters
acting.  Because there can be times and individuals where ZEEE orgasm does
not resolve itself, guardians should always monitor ZEEE orgasms and if
necessary terminate the episode by direct MPA override when required.

   Where CNS orgasm and seminal fluid emission are both blocked by MPA
command, the subjective experience of the ejaculation complex involves a
predominance of strong sexual frustration.  This rises intensely during the
contractions, with subjects reporting a perception of fluid mobilization
and pressure increase within, that does not progress to relief.  The
resulting sense of ejaculatory urgency being directly heightened by the
ejaculatory contractions, and absent the orgasm-resolving transmitters
released during orgasm, typically induces a stable condition of repetetive
ejaculatory contractions.  This continues until halted by muscular
exhaustion or direct MPA override command.  After termination of the
episode, the intensified sensation of sexual urgency resulting from the
muscular stimulation of the glands declines gradually over several hours to
a level consistent with the resting state of the full glands.  Typically at
or slightly above the level perceived before the ZEEE episode.

   In individuals under 30 years and with normal physical fitness,
exhaustion of the musculature involved in repetetive seminal vessicle,
prostate and urethral contractions does not usually reach levels sufficient
to halt the process.  Healthy males will find after a typical one week
routine of ZEEE sessions four times daily, in increasing durations, that
muscular exhaustion of the involved organs ceases to be a noticable factor
even for indefinitely continued exercising."

   He pauses, looking at the boys standing against the wall.  Then glances
at Ellen with a raised eyebrow.  "Well isn't that interesting!  I'm totally
for the idea of our boys being as fit and healthy as possible."

   "Yes dear, especially since they've already been inactive for so long,
and...  you know."

   He nods silently.  Then goes on reading aloud.

   "In ZEEE without CNS orgasm involvement, the sensations while intense
are not overwhelming, unlike in orgasm.  It is therefore possible to
perform simple routine activities simultaneously with ZEEE sessions. 
However some cautions must be observed:* There is a close involvement of
the lower spinal processes involved in generating ejaculatory contractions,
and the motor nerves related to pelvic thrusting.  Combined with sensations
of frustrated sexual function, very few males are able to totally suppress
instinctive coital motions of the hips during ZEEE.  Thus tasks involving
fine balance and manual precision should not be attempted during the
exercises.

   * The sensations of ZEEE with or without CNS orgasm are very distracting
to mental concentration and attention.  Persons undergoing ZEEE should not
operate machinery, perform any potentially dangerous activity, or be relied
upon to perform any critical tasks.

   * Urination during ZEEE by conscious control is virtually impossible,
due to the automatic closure of the bladder sphincter.  Only in extreme
bladder urgency can some urine be released by conscious effort, and it will
naturally emerge from the erection in ejaculation-like spurts. 
Consequently, where extended sessions of ZEEE are planned, the bladder
should be emptied beforehand or provision made for relaxation of bladder
sphincter using MPA over-ride as required to relieve bladder pressure. 
Much the same applies to bowel movements.

   * ZEEE is generally discernable to others present, even without CNS
orgasm.  The person exercising will have a full erection that will visibly
spasm with each internal contraction.  They will also very probably be
prone to involuntary pelvic coital motions, and breathing/voice
irregularities typical of their state of high sexual arousal, frustration,
and the strong sensations induced by the contractions.

   * In regards to public nudity combined with ZEEE, the DHM has ruled that
ZEEE is not a 'public sexual act' as defined in the Act.  Arousal in itself
is permitted within the scope of licenced ordinary public nudity, provided
there is no overt sexual contact, orgasm or emission.  Male or female
genital engorgement and visible contractions or spasms, pelvic motions and
verbal utterances do not cross into the definition of 'sexual act', and are
permitted with public nudity.

   * ZEEE practiced for extended intervals typically results in a minor
amount of penis enlargement due to the constant erection and internal blood
pressure pulsing from contractions.  However when combined with other penis
growth methods such as hormones, suction devices, etc, ZEEE's effects can
be unexpectedly significant.  Progress should be monitored.

   * Persons engaged in ZEEE will have a reduced degree of self control due
to heightened levels of sexual frustration combined with arousal.  In some
cases they may fail to observe restrictions placed on them by their sexual
guardian, if these are not enforced by MPA directives.  Attempts to
masturbate may occur.  In general this is solely a matter for disciplinary
correction by the individual's guardian however in the case of ZEEE
together with public nudity the matter is significant under the Sexual
Morality Act, since the attempt amounts to a public sexual act as well as
Autonomous Masturbation.  Guardians should ensure this does not occur.  If
for some reason a ward will be naked in public during ZEEE, without
appropriate MPA prohibitions, the ward must be aware of the legal hazard,
and/or be physically restrained to make masturbation attempts impossible."

   He turns to Ellen again.  "Well, that's not a concern here, so there's
no need to avoid having your friends around when the boys are doing their
exercises.  But if you're taking them into town next week, bear that in
mind."

   She smiles back.  "Oh I will bear it in mind, don't worry."

   "Err...  well then.  To continue."

   "Initiating ZEEE.  While seminal ejection is blocked, ZEEE can be
initiated by various means:

   1.  By physical stimulation, producing arousal to the point where the
ejaculation response begins.  2.  By direct MPA inducement of arousal (with
or without physical stimulation) to the point where ejaculation begins.  3.
By direct MPA inducement of ejaculatory contractions, without pre-existing
arousal but allowing arousal as a result.  4.  Direct MPA cycling of
ejaculatory contractions, with general arousal responses inhibited.

   Note that with MPA inducement of contractions, the rate is determined by
the MPA, not the body's natural ejaculation pulsation cycle time.  Where it
is intended to produce arousal for self sustaining ZEEE, the rate should be
set to 'natural', in which the MPA senses the body's own rate.  For other
uses, such as long duration ejaculatory exercising and vaginal stimulation,
rates down to one per minute, and up to the response limit of the muscles
(about two per second) may be programmed.  Scripting allows for variable
rates and complex patterning of contractions.

   In most cases, providing there is sufficient seminal fluid volume to
produce the 'reflow' stimulation of the seminal wall nerves, the process
generates or maintains sufficient sexual arousal to be self-sustaining so
long as no over-riding factor intervenes.  Where self-sustaining ZEEE comes
to a halt unintentionally it may simply be restarted by any of the methods.
The MPA can be scripted to auto-restart ZEEE as required, again using any
of the methods.

   Safety Evaluation.  Controled studies have been carried out by the DHM
on groups of male subjects undergoing long term total seminal retention
combined with zero emission ejaculatory exercises.  The results
unequivocally demonstrate that the exercises are highly beneficial to
muscular function, with bulk, peak seminal pressure and fatigue resistance
all greatly enhanced over control groups.

   In long term seminal retention studies, a variety of psychological
effects emerge in the subjects due to extended sexual frustration and
discomfort associated with seminal fluid accumulations.  Typically these
include irritibility, depression, sexual obsession, defiance, attempts to
circumvent orgasm control by any means available, violent behaviour, and so
on.  Physically, increased spontaneous erection frequency and duration is
expected, along with increasing sensitivity to sexual stimuli.  All effects
increase over time as denial of relief continues.  Where enforced denial
includes suppression of night emissions and continues past a year or so,
subject desperation may sometimes advance to the extent of major
personality changes or psychological breakdown.  In general, where the
denial is combined with regular sexual stimulation always falling short of
achieving orgasm, the rate of onset of all the various effects is
accellerated considerably.  Once an individual is again permitted regular
sexual relief, typically all effects short of major personality changes or
breakdown resolve on their own.  Even the more extreme changes can revert.

   With the major ZEEE study there are four groups.  ZEEE with orgasm, ZEEE
no orgasm, denial with stimulation, and plain denial.  All groups are
denied night emissions.  In general the rate of emergence of psychological
and physical effects due to denial has occured as:

   Group Psychological rate Seminal accumulation rate 1.  ZEEE no orgasm.
1.9 x baseline 1.5 x baseline 2.  denial with stimuli.  1.4 x baseline 1.2
x baseline 3.  Plain denial.  Rate baseline Baseline 4.  ZEEE with orgasm.
0.3 x baseline 1.3 x baseline

   It can be seen that with ZEEE+orgasm, the pleasure of the orgasms
(especially their extended nature) considerably offset the frustration of
accumulating seminal fullness, despite the greater rate of glandular
distention.  In fact within the statistical spread of test subjects, there
are some who assert they prefer their situation to regular relief.  They
maintain that despite the high level of sexual frustration and seminal
discomfort, it is more than offset by the frequency, intensity and duration
of the orgasms they obtain.  Consequently ZEEE+orgasm finds primary use as
a means of seminal glandular enlargement with minimal negative impact of
the quality of life of wards.  Especially since the time intervals required
for typical degrees of volume enhancement is short relative to the interval
over which the process could result in significant lasting psychological
effects.

   ZEEE without orgasm is the opposite.  In all cases relative to plain
denial, the added sexual stimulation results in increased rate of seminal
fluids accumulation and thus discomfort and ejaculatory urgency.  ZEEE
minus orgasm has the greatest increase rate, presumed to be due to the
longer intervals of contractile massaging of the glands.  Additionally the
absense of orgasm pleasure, and the enhanced perception of ejaculatory
frustration during and after sessions without the buffer of orgasm, results
in a rate of appearance of psychological manifestations of sexual
frustration nearly twice as rapidly as with plain denial.  None of the ZEEE
minus orgasm test subjects reported their condition as preferable to
regular relief.  In fact all strongly object to their condition and the
continuation of the study - the only group in which this opinion is
unanimous.  At three and a half years into the study, 34% of the ZEEE minus
orgasm group have developed possibly irreversible psychological
consequences, 48% have functional priapism, and 27% exhibit rapid and
totally spontaneous progression from rest back to self-sustaining ZEEE
whenever their MPAs are used to halt their ZEEE state.

   These figures are included to discourage irresponsible and overly strict
prescription of ZEEE minus orgasm without supervision by DHM sexual health
professionals.  In practice, this and other DHM studies show that ZEEE
minus orgasm is perfectly safe and causes no psychological harm in
application up to eight months.  Longer intervals are also safe if sexual
relief is allowed at least every six months.  ZEEE+orgasm may be provided
as rewards as appropriate, to further allieviate discomfort.

   Overall, the DHM recommends ZEEE (Zero Emission Ejaculatory Exercise) be
applied where significant increase in seminal glandular volume is desired
within an interval shorter than a year.  ZEEE plus orgasm should be used
where there is little or no element of punishment of poor behaviour
involved.  ZEEE minus orgasm alone, or in combination with softer
treatments, should be used where discipline has been a problem, or specific
behaviors attract a fundamentally punishing method.

   Both methods conform to the guidelines on necessary discipline, and the
Sexual Richness Doctrine.

   Well, there you have it."

   He puts the brochure back among the papers.  "There's a table in there
of suggested exercise frequency and durations for optimal results, while
uhhh...  minimising the distress.  But since we've been given a general
waiver, I think we'll just do this between your other chores, whenever
someone has the time to manage you through an episode.  Oh, and in case you
were wondering, I'll be starting you off with the ZEEE minus orgasm.  Ellen
and I will review this choice in a month or two, depending on your
behaviour.  If you haven't totally screwed up, and been packed off back to
the DHM."

   He goes through their MPA settings, letting them know what they're
allowed and not.  He makes sure they understand he's setting their units to
disallow perception of orgasm in their minds, but allow ejaculation
contractions.  Ellen had disabled orgasm in general, he modifies that to
allow the contractions, but block seminal emission.

   "Now, I think it's time we stopped messing with the electronics, and
tried out the bodies.  I'm going to give the chore of running you boys
through your exercises to Ginny and Beth, but for now we'll have Carla do
the honors.  Carla, I'm even more displeased with your behavior today, and
you will be receiving a punishment later together with your brothers.  But
if you do as I ask now, I will show some lenience to you.  I want you to
fellate Patrick and Dennis alternately till they are both on the point of
ejaculation, then use your hands to finish the job.  If you can induce them
to begin ejaculation within 10 seconds of each other, I'll consider that a
good try and won't be as harsh later.  You should start now."