Perverted Reality

2045

Janet inserted her ID card in the door lock, waited for the panel to slide back silently and then entered the office.  As receptionist and book-keeper, her desk was just inside and she slid into her chair with practised grace.  She wore a pastel-pink jump suit and low-heeled rubber soled shoes.  The tailoring and colour of her clothing marked her as a junior worker.

Turning to her computer she activated her terminal by allowing it to scan her right hand.  After it recognized her finger prints it displayed the current date and time as June 15, 2045, 0715hrs.  She immediately ran the "open office" routine, a program that would activate the lighting and climate control systems for every office in her division, start the coffee machine and perform a variety of other menial tasks such as watering the plants.

A magazine from the early 1990's was lying on her desk and it caught her eye.  She and a friend had been studying it the night before, amazed at the weird fashions that women wore and how different society had been in those days.

Those were the times before the great plague, the strange disease that had wiped out 90% of the world's population.  In those days, she was told, men and women chose their mates for long periods of time, even for life.  Everyone had the choice of whether or not to have a child and many used birth control to remain childless.

She flipped the magazine open and marvelled at the short skirts and high heels the women used to attract the attentions of the men.  Everyone dressed differently, according to something called "style".  The paint they wore on their faces was meant to emulate sexual arousal and judging by the birth rate at the end of the 20th century it had worked well.

Her friend had told her that most women kept their babies and raised them to adults.  The idea astounded Janet.  Things were different today.

In the New Order the state controlled population growth.  Women were encouraged to conceive but few did because the state almost always "requested" the child, meaning taking it from the mother at birth to be raised in an official children's home.  

With disappointment the only reward for the discomfort of pregnancy and child birth, few women conceived voluntarily.  Although contraception was out-lawed the black market did a booming trade in pills and other devices.  Officially, the government blamed the low birth rate on residual sterility but everyone knew the real reason.

Faced with this silent revolt, the state had turned to the legal system as a source of infants.  Every woman convicted of a crime was sentenced to at least one pregnancy.  Serious crimes could result in a sentence of up to five pregnancies - almost 8 years of suffering.  For this reason a pregnant woman was almost always presumed to be a criminal, forcing legitimate mothers to stay out of sight for the last 6 months of their term.

Janet had heard rumours of the fertility units where bad girls were sent to do their time.  She was sure most of the rumours were just that - fiction.  The stories of restraints and forced insemination scared her.  Women had become targets of the legal system and a wise girl kept clear of the law.

Janet closed the magazine and put it in a desk drawer.  No sense in drawing attention to herself.  She turned to her computer and entered the command to start the accounting program.  It was month-end and an audit was due soon.  She wanted to double-check her figures.

But the accounting program didn't come up.  Instead, a message advised her that her userid was no longer valid for that area of operations.

At first she thought the computer had mis-read her palm print so she signed off and then logged on again but the same message appeared.

Then she wondered if her userid had expired.  She checked her listing on the security file and got a shock.  Someone with a government security ID had entered the system during the night and locked her out of every program that contained data.  Only a few games and the news service were still active.

She felt a chill run down her spine.  Now she knew that her suspicions about Dave might be correct.  Yesterday afternoon she had encountered trouble reconciling the petty cash.  It was out by 1,000 credits, not a large sum but it had been out by about that much for the past five weeks.  Janet had put-off tracing the problem because she was sure it was just a key-punch error but now she realized that something was really amiss.

She couldn't get into her program but she could look at the older periods by using her back-up disks.  Her fingers were trembling as she inserted the disks and ran the scan program.  She went back five months and began to scan the entries, keeping count of how often each userid appeared.  It only took a few minutes for her to realize that her userid was turning up about ten times as often as it should have.  Someone had been tampering with the program, making it look like she had initiated a lot of petty cash transactions.

That was part one.  The fact that there was nearly 10,000 credits missing was part two.  Add the two together and it made a neat case for Janet having pilfered the petty cash.

Dave had done it, there was no doubt about that.  Like every other female Janet suddenly realized that not only was he using her to hide his crime, the fact that she was female was enough to make the courts less than anxious to find her innocent.  She looked down at her flat belly.  She had yet to bear a child - the court would take that into consideration.  Then she remembered yesterday's news item about new birthing quotas.

She had been set up.  Guilty or not the government would use the accusation to sentence her to a pregnancy she did not want and didn't deserve.  Just as she wondered who she could turn to the door slid open to reveal two female court officers.

Janet's heart stopped when she saw the black jumpsuits.  Both women were tall and very muscular, likely sterile and if they were typical, very bad tempered.  Behind them a utility robot idled patiently.  They marched in and blocked her escape from her desk.

"Janet Simmons?" One of them asked.  Janet nodded.  "Please give me your right hand.  

Janet extended her right hand and placed it on the portable palm reader the officer carried.  A metallic voice came from the small aluminum box.  "Janet Simmons, you are charged under section 234 of the Public Behaviour Act with theft of corporate funds.  You are commanded to appear before the justice tribunal at 1000 hours, August 22, 2045 at Station D, Level 4, Compartment 2.  Until that time, and under the authority of the Public Restraint Act you are ordered to surrender your body for the fitting of control devices to ensure your compliance.  You are advised that any resistance on your part may increase your sentence."

The voice clicked off and Janet felt the woman's steel grip on her arm.  "Come along, dear, it will only take a minute.  There's enough space in the meeting room."

Janet was so taken with fear and confusion that she could only mumble a squeak in reply.  The grip on her arm tightened and she obediently rose to her feet.  In a daze she let herself be led into the meeting room.

She watched the robot transform itself into an examining table.  She tried to remember all she had heard or seen of arresting procedures and the control devices that were part of it but her mind was suddenly blank.  She didn't snap out of it until the other officer began to lower the zipper that ran down the front of her jumper.

At the same time that she felt the cool air of the office on her breasts she saw the collar and chastity belt that the robot had produced from its storage compartment.

"Oh, no!" she sobbed into her hands.  She turned to the tall officer with tears streaming down her cheeks.  "Please," she pleaded, "you don't have to put those on me.  I'll be there, I promise.  I didn't steal anything, you know, it was the office manager, I have proof!"

The hard expression on the other woman's face didn't change.  "We've heard it all before dear.  Either you get the gear or we get into trouble.  Now what do you think it will be?"

As Janet broke down into sobs the two officers stripped her jumpsuit off her and guided her toward the robot table.  There were stirrups to hold her feet and legs and plenty of restraints to stop her from struggling.

She flinched at the first touch of the cold metal but the officers had been expecting that and with clinical detachment they soon had her fastened down, her legs spread wide, ready for the appliances to be fitted.  In her misery, Janet looked down between her spread legs and tested her bonds.  She couldn't move an inch.  Her most private place was open and available.  They could do anything they wanted to.

She began to cry in earnest when the first officer pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and began to shave her using an electric razor.  She knew why.  All the rumours and girl-talk came back to her.  It was all too horrible to think about and she prayed her information was wrong.

Unfortunately, Janet's information was accurate.  After shaving her vulva bare a sensing head emerged from the robot and scanned her nether regions.  A few seconds later a little cage made of fine wire mesh emerged from the machine.  The officer attached it to the standard chastity belt and began to fit the cold metal bands to Janet's genital area.

First there was a wide belt of metal fitted around the waist and cinched tight over the hip bones.  Then the trapeze that would hold the cage over her vulva was fitted, one for the front and one for the back.  Finally the officer produced a small device that looked like a clamp.  After a dab of glue on each of its pincers, Janet felt the cold steel fingers being attached to either side of her clitoris.  The officer attached the cage and then swung it home into position, covering her vulva and preventing her from removing the little clamp.  It only took a few seconds for them to fit the special collar around her neck.  A large button on the front of it immediately glowed orange as it established communication with the chastity belt and then turned to red as it determined her fertility level.  It would soon change to green, Janet realized to her horror.

Satisfied that all was well, the officer stepped back and pressed a button on a small controller she wore on her belt.  Suddenly the clamp around Janet's most sensitive place tightened and she heard herself scream in pain.  "That's what will happen if you leave these designated areas," the officer intoned as the robot printed a map.  On the day of your court appearance you'll be permitted to take only the most direct path to your hearing."

The officer then pressed a button on the side of the robot and suddenly all the restraints that had held Janet retracted.  Dazed she didn't move until the other officer yanked her to her feet and handed her the jumpsuit she had been wearing.  "Thank you for your cooperation." they intoned in unison, "Have a pleasant day."

The robot reformed itself and followed the women out of the room.  Janet was left standing, nude but for the metal devices on her body and her shoes.  She started to cry all over again and then remembered that the rest of the staff were due any minute.  With trembling hands she struggled into her jumpsuit.  When she got it to her hips she realized that the tight, form-fitting fabric would betray her secret to the world, even if people missed the fertility collar.  She looked down at the small pile of her pubic hair on the carpet and saw in it her innocence.

She walked back to her desk slowly.  The metal cage between her thighs made her waddle because it was so uncomfortable.  She couldn't take her mind off it and she cursed fate for having to wear it.  How could she face her coworkers?  She knew they would presume her guilty.  Yet, if she fled she could go only to her living space, anywhere else would make the clamp tighten on her love button.  She carefully sat down on the very edge of her chair, taking her weight on her tail bone, put her head in her hands and sobbed.

The door slid open to reveal the Director.  An expression of concern crossed his face when he saw that Janet was in tears.  "What's wrong?" he said still standing in the corridor.  When she raised her head to reply he saw the fertility collar and his expression changed.  "Some trouble, I see.  Be in my office in five minutes."

Janet went into the Director's office hopeful of a fair hearing.  "What have you been charged with?" he demanded but before she could reply he glanced at his terminal.  "Never mind.  I see I have a priority message from Justice Department.  Give me a moment to see what they have to say."

Janet felt herself tremble while she waited for him to read the words that accused her.  Would he believe them?  When he turned his attention back to her his expression was neutral.  "What's your version?"

Janet gushed out a stream of words, explaining how she had stumbled on the evidence but hadn't had a chance to prepare a report.  She explained why she thought Dave was the culprit but as soon as she finished she guessed that the Director wasn't going to side with her.

He didn't meet her eyes.  "I don't have enough evidence to intervene.  You'll have a fair hearing tomorrow.  If you want to accuse David at that time you may but I advise you to have a better case then than you do now."  His eyes moved down to where the outline of her chastity belt showed through the thin material of her jumper.  "You can stay the rest of the day if you want to but I can't have you in the receptionist's position with all that hardware on you.  Tell Susan to take over for you and see if there is some filing or something that will keep you out of sight."

Janet was crestfallen.  She mumbled something and then turned to leave.  As she was about to pass through the door the Director's parting words reached her, "If you would like to take the rest of the day off we won't deduct it from your vacation or sick leave."

She didn't reply.  He had just told her to get out, that she was an embarrassment.  She was hurt by the rejection and now knew that she was on her own.  No one was going to help her.

She waited the full hour until Susan was due in.  It was awful.  Each member of the office arrived, greeted her cheerfully until they saw the collar and then suddenly scurried off to their cubicles as if she had some dreaded disease.  Only Dave behaved differently, not changing the cheerful tone of his voice as he pressed her for details about what she had been charged with.  Janet used all her self-discipline to refrain from accusing him but one look at his eyes told her she was right.  He had set her up.

When Susan finally did turn up Janet got some sympathy.  Her friend gave her a hug, wished her the best and told her that she would cover Janet's work for the next two days.  While both women wanted to believe that Janet had an even chance of coming out of the tribunal a free woman, neither thought it was likely.  The government wanted babies and it wasn't likely that Janet would escape having to have one as a punishment for a crime she didn't commit.

Feeling rejected and lost, Janet stumbled out of the office and down the corridor.  She was sure that everyone who saw her was staring at her fertility collar or the outline of her chastity belt.  The men gave her hungry looks and the women turned their faces away, anxious to be away from a woman who was on her way to the dreaded fertility compound.

She stepped onto a lift and because there were already so many people in the car, she forgot to punch in her level code.  The cubicle sped upward, pausing occasionally to led a passenger off.  Janet kept her chin down, staring at the floor, in a vain attempt to hide her collar.

Suddenly the car was half empty.  She looked up just in time to realize that she had missed her floor.  At the same time the clamp on her clitoris tightened cruelly.  Crying out in pain, Janet clutched her crotch in a most unfeminine manner and sank to her knees.

Obsessed with the bite of the chastity belt she heard herself scream and heard someone say "Quick!  She's out of bounds!  Hit the down button!" 

Waves of pain washed up from her groin as the lift reversed direction.  She was certain that she was about to black out at any moment.  It was the worst kind of pain she could have imagined and even after the first few seconds of it she was resolved never to do anything to incur this kind of punishment again.  Her sobs filled the car as she waited through the long seconds until she was within bounds again.

Suddenly the clamp released.  She tried to massage herself through the cage but it's efficient little metal bars did their duty and she was frustrated.  Sore and shaken she let a stranger help her to her feet.  She looked up to see a kind face.  The uniform told her he was a senior official. 

"Just charged today?" he asked knowingly.  She nodded.  "Try to keep an eye on where you are going or you'll get a lot more pain than you deserve."  She nodded again just before he helped her off at her level.  She noticed his name badge and tried to remember it but her mind was still reeling from the clamp.  Later she wondered how he knew which floor was hers.

Suddenly alone in the residential corridor she stumbled along, still not believing that the pain was really gone.  She was truly shaken.  She had little doubt about how "fair" her trial would be.  Like many of her sisters, regardless of her guilt or innocence she was destined to be impregnated, much as she dreaded that thought.

The worst part of the rest of the day was having nothing to do.  She dared not venture outside her quarters because her collar would give her away as a "chargee".  She paced up and down until, out of boredom, she stripped down to the metal devices on her body and studied them. 

She traced the outline of the chastity cage with her fingers.  There was nothing she could do to remove it.  She realized that the next time she would be naked might well be an insemination session and the thought of it made her shudder. Still naked she rolled onto her sleeping pad and cried herself to sleep.

In the middle of the night her bladder and bowels woke her.  She stumbled toward the bathroom, still humiliatingly aware of the metal cage between her thighs.  As soon as she sat down on the toilet it pressed more deeply into her tender flesh and she moaned in protest.

When she released her water it splashed against the metal device and made a mess on the floor.  As she gathered some toilet paper and began to clean up the mess she began to cry.  She was now convinced that all the things she had heard about the court system were true.

She did not sleep for the rest of the night.  Instead she lay awake, obsessed with the sensation of the metal cage between her thighs and the terror of being forced to bear a child.  By the time she rose to get ready for court she was a nervous wreck, anxious for it to be over.

She made her way to the justice department carefully, anxious to avoid another experience with the damned clamp.  A male court officer leered at her as he directed her to a holding pen that was already full of other females whose jumpsuits bulged like hers.  There was no conversation.  Everyone knew what was going to happen.

The hearing was brief and to the point.  The bailiff read out the charge and she heard herself meekly defend herself, the words sounding hollow.  The justice rejected most of her statement and then passed sentence.  "Janet Simmons, in the absence of adequate defence of the charges against you I pronounce that you are guilty and are herewith sentenced to serve the state by delivering a healthy child.  You are herewith remanded to the state fertility centre where you shall remain until you conceive such a child."  With a rap of his gavel the justice closed her case and opened a nightmare.

A court officer led her through a different door than the one she had entered by and pushed her into a small cell lined with white tiles.  It was little bigger than a shower stall and she could only kneel.  The light was harsh and bright.  It was hot and soon she felt herself perspiring.  Worse, she felt the need to pee.

Time dragged on.  She guessed that all of the female prisoners would have to be processed before anyone was transported to the fertilization compound.  She tried to listen for sounds but the cell was silent.  

She began to be afraid they would leave her there forever and she even pounded on the seamless door a few times in the vain hope of attracting a sympathetic guard.  All she got for her trouble was sore wrists and an aching bladder.

No, they wouldn't forget her, she realized as her fingers traced the outline of the metal chastity cage between her legs.  She had something they needed and they weren't going to forget about it.

Just when she was sure she could hold her urine no longer the door slid open.  Janet had been expecting a court official; instead she froze and stared.

The woman was huge and muscular.  She didn't wear clothing, just a complicated harness that hid the essentials but just barely.  Metal and leather circled her body, capturing her breasts in rigid cuffs and hiding her crotch behind a large triangular piece of metal that looked like it did more than just conceal.  Her high black leather boots completed the outfit.

"What are you lookin' at?  Move your ass!"  she barked

Janet slowly moved past her out of the cubicle.  She saw a transport car all rigged up for prison duty.  There were 12 places to sit, each one with a series of padded bars that clamped down on the occupant.  The car was almost full and Janet could see that none of its occupants were comfortable or happy.  They squirmed against the thick padded bars that pressed them into their hard seats and moaned or just cried.

Just the thought of those bars pressing firmly against her reminded Janet of her bladder.  "Please," she said softly as the woman pushed her toward the car, "I really have to use the bathroom."

"Fine with me," she grunted, "but you'll be sorry you asked."  Before Janet could react the woman had cuffed her hands behind her back.  Then she was pulled to a corner of the room where an oval shaped cup was attached to the end of a long thick hose.

The guard put her arm behind Janet's shoulders to steady her and flicked a switch on the wall.  The sound of rushing air came from the end of the hose.  The woman reached for the cup and thrust it tightly against Janet's crotch, crushing the metal cage against her most sensitive flesh.

Before she could cry out she was immersed in agony.  The cup was a vacuum and it was sucking at her crotch cruelly.  Her distressed bladder couldn't take it and to her dismay, Janet felt her water begin to leave her, passing though the cloth jumper as the cup sucked it from it.  

Suddenly the guard took her hand off the cup and stepped away, laughing as she did so.  Sensing her freedom, Janet lunged backward trying to pull the cup away from her crotch.

But the vacuum was too strong.  It clung to her groin like a maddened animal.  She sank to her knees, weakened by the pain and humiliation.  She heard the guard laughing and the gasps of sympathy from the other prisoners.  Her pee slurped down the hose, the noise mingling with her cries.  Finally she fell to the floor, lying on her side, almost faint with the pain.

The guard flicked the switch and the noise died.  The cup fell away from her crotch.  Janet looked up weakly.  "I warned you."  The guard said as she hoisted the girl to her feet.  "Now get your butt into that seat and shut-up."

Janet's handcuffs were removed just before she was shoved into the last seat in the car.  The metal bars were brought down over her shoulders and locked.  Her arms were pinned at her sides.  Despite her pain and suffering, Janet was more upset by the tell-tale oval wet patch in the crotch of her jumpsuit - a badge of shame.  As the car began to move she thought of the awful pain in her groin and bladder.  Remembering where she was going it didn't help to think of it getting worse before it got better.

Twenty-four Hours Later

Janet woke up in her bunk in the fertility clinic a few minutes before the lights came on.  For a brief second, in the darkness, she thought it might all have been a bad dream.

But as soon as she flexed her fingers and felt again the smooth lining of her restraint mittens she knew it wasn't a dream.  She moved her hips and felt the thick diaper and plastic panties that she had been forced to dress herself in at bed time.  She was dry this morning but her nose told her that some of her bunk-mates hadn't been so lucky.  The mittens made sure she couldn't take the diaper off or try and tamper with the metal chastity belt that was still locked securely between her thighs.

The ache in her calf muscles made her look down at her feet.  Upon arrival she had been fitted with mesh boots - footwear made out of thin strips of plastic featuring high heels and locked in place.  Her feet had been forced into a pointed position for 48 hours and her legs just weren't used to it.  At first she had been puzzled by the boots but then she had seen another girl try to run away from a male who wanted to "have" her and realized that even the most athletic girl couldn't run very well in high heels.

The memory made her think of yesterday, her first full day here in hell.  They had treated her like a piece of meat, sending her to station after station where one technician or another either took a sample of some body fluid, or fitted something to her fearful and trembling body.  She reached up and felt the small disks that had been glued to her skull just behind the ears.  Even the brief test had been enough to convince her that the head-splitting sound they created in her mind was not worth experiencing.  She would be cooperative.

She looked through the fine mesh screen that was the only barrier between her and the rest of the room.  Her bunk was built into the wall and once the screen was lowered she was trapped.  Female faces peered back.  No one slept in.  The hot, itchy diapers, mesh boots and chastity belts made sure of that.

The bunk directly across from her was occupied by a girl named Julia who was here for the last part of her three-pregnancy sentence.  She was cursed with infrequent fertility periods and so spent a lot of time just wandering around, watching other girls get "fertilized", a polite word for rape.

"Janet!"  she heard Julia's whispered voice drift across the walkway.

"Yeah"

"I hate to tell you but you're green."

Janet's hands flew to the metal collar around her neck, as if her fingers could sense the colour of the disk that betrayed her state of fertility.  Green meant she was ready to be fertilized.  Green meant that any man in the complex could take her into one of the special cubicles, force her to kneel, put her neck and wrists into the stocks and then take her from behind.  The men carried "controllers", little boxes that caused the cage of her chastity belt to unlock.  After he had performed his patriotic duty the man would put a tampon in her vagina to hold his sperm in and then lock her chastity cage.  After that, until her next cycle (if she didn't conceive), only that man's controller would release her cage.  They called it a "marriage".

Before anything more could be said the lights snapped on and the wire mesh screens opened.  Martha strolled into the dorm.  "Get your butts out of bed and into the showers."  She said as she walked down the aisle.  She stopped in front of Janet.

"I see you'll be having some fun today.  Don't forget to stop by the control station for a grease job."

Janet shuddered as she swung her legs out of the bunk.  She avoided the matron's stare and instead studied the complex web of metal and leather that was her only clothing.  Julia had explained that Martha was sentenced to several pregnancies but it had turned out she was unable to conceive.  She was working off her sentence as a "trusty", a prisoner who worked for the administration.  The devices on her body could inflict intense pleasure or pain, depending on how well Martha did her job.  Judging by her actions so far, Martha was getting a lot of pleasure.

The phrase "grease job" rang in Janet's ears.  Julia had explained that most girls couldn't lubricate fast enough to please the men.  The problem was solved by spraying the genitals of fertile girls with a special solution that kept them mildly aroused and lubricated all day.

Now trembling with fear and dread, Janet joined the line of girls slowly shuffling toward the wash room.  Their high heels made little tapping sounds on the floor and there were groans as soggy diapers and high heels took their toll.

At the entrance to the wash room each girl inserted her mittened wrists into two holes in the wall.  A machine released the cuffs that held the mittens on.  A few feet farther along, each girl removed the diapers and plastic panty that she had worn all night.  Then, naked but for her restraint devices and mesh boots, the girls showered.

After drying off they had a few minutes to style their hair and put on a little make-up.  Janet hated this the most - making herself pretty so she could be taken by force.  Then it was off to a feeding station where breakfast consisted of a "nutrition bar" and a glass of what was supposed to be fruit juice.

Just before they were released into the "common area" each girl dressed in a see-through top and what Janet's 1990 magazine called a "mini skirt".  The clothing left little to the imagination and after wearing jumpsuits for years Janet felt more exposed than if she had been nude.

Before she got to the clothing station Martha pulled her out of line and pushed her toward a small room.  "Your memory needs refreshing.  You're going to get it this morning.  That means you need a grease job!"

Janet didn't protest.  There was no point.  It would only get her into trouble.  Martha wasn't allowed to mete out punishments but she always found a way to make life hell for the inmates she didn't like.

There was a machine in the room that had a hose and an oval plate just like the vacuum urinal that Janet had experienced painfully on her court day.  Martha handed the nozzle to Janet and told her to place it over her vulva.  When she saw the fear and reluctance in the girl's eyes she seemed to soften a little.

"Don't worry.  This ain't like the urinal.  Some girls look forward to it."

Still apprehensive, Janet did as she was told.  Martha activated the machine and Janet felt a warm mist being sprayed through the chastity cage onto her hairless nether lips.  It was quite a nice feeling and as it continued, Janet felt a blossom of arousal in her loins.  At first it was a pleasing sensation but soon it evolved into a hungry ache, a desperate need for something hard and round to penetrate those soft, moist lips.

When Martha turned off the machine and took the nozzle away Janet groaned in sexual frustration.  Her cheeks felt flushed and her nipples were almost painfully erect.  "See what I mean?" the matron said as she escorted Janet to the clothing station.

Janet donned the shear top and noticed that her erect nipples were very obvious.  The little skirt only just concealed her chastity belt.  She was glad her coworkers wouldn't be seeing her like this.

The door to the common area opened and the girls filed out, looking around anxiously to see if the males had arrived yet.  Those who knew they were showing green stayed in the middle of the group, hoping to avoid detection by a qualified male for at least a little while.

There was only one man waiting for them and he had already picked out his partner.  "Sharon!" he called to a tall brunette.

When she saw him the girl turned and tried to run but her high heels slowed her progress.  The man caught up with her.  "Don't run!  I've waited weeks for this.  It's a dream come true, don't you see?  We can do it legally while you're here.  It can be very nice if you try."

Julia appeared at Janet's side, "I don't blame Sharon for avoiding him.  They were having an affair until the guy's wife found out.  Sharon was arrested for conduct unbecoming a citizen.  Sharon told me she thinks the guy may actually have turned her in just so he could have some fun without his wife finding out."

Sharon pushed him hard on the shoulders.  "Stay away from me!  You're the reason why I'm here!  I want nothing to do with you!"

The man's expression changed to one of resignation.  "I warned you, it could have been nice," he said as he took a small rectangular device from his pocket and stared at the controls.

Sharon started to back away.  "It isn't right, you know," she said softly, "your wife won't like it if you impregnate me."

She was about ten paces from him when he pushed a button.  Sharon's hands flew to her ears and she shrieked in pain. "Stop it!  Stop it!  I'll do anything!  Just stop it!"

The man pressed the controls again and it appeared that Sharon's pain lessened but she still kept her hands to her head while she looked at him, waiting for instructions.  He mutely pointed to a door in the wall a few feet away and as they walked toward it he opened the door by pressing a button on his controller.

Janet stared.  It was the first time she had seen one of the dreaded cubicles.  The sight was exactly what Julia had described, the low bench where the woman kneeled and placed her neck and wrists into the mechanically-controlled stocks while the man took his pleasure.

Sharon entered the cubicle and sank to her knees.  The man touched his controller again and her body seemed to relax.  She looked back at the group of girls for just an instant before she lowered her neck and wrists into position.  The machine sensed her presence and lowered the top halves into place, holding her firm.

Aware of his audience, the man stood to one side while he pushed another button on his controller.  There was a click as Sharon's chastity cage was released and fell away, supported by its front hinge.  Her nether lips were bare and swollen from her "grease job".  The man paused to let the girls get a good look before he closed the door.

Stunned by what she had seen, Janet continued to stare at the door, imagining what it would be like for her when the time came.  Most of the other girls drifted away, more than familiar with the scene, but Julia stayed with her friend.

Janet turned to her.  "You've been through it at least twice.  Is it all that bad?"  Julia looked at the flush in Janet's cheeks and noticed her absent-minded squeezing of her thighs.  The grease job was taking its toll, flooding the young girl's body with arousal and a desperate need for penetration.  She knew the conflict of fear and horniness well.  Janet needed to be reassured more than she needed the truth.

"You know, it's not as bad as it looks.  You're held so tight that it releases you, in a way.  It's as if your conscience knows that things are out of your control and so you can't be blamed if you enjoy it a little."

"Enjoy it?"  Janet asked hoarsely.

Julia blushed a little.  "Yes, it is possible to enjoy it."

"Is that what he meant when he said it could have been nice?"

Julia's face took on a far-away look.  "No.  Not all the fertilization takes place in cubicles like that.  If a man really fancies you and has enough rank he can take you to a bedroom.  You'll be attached to the bed by a long chain running from your collar but beyond that its just like plain old sex.  He can take his time and you can help him."

"So if you are cooperative they treat you better?"

"That's right, honey, but you really have to show them how cooperative you want to be.  Sometimes it back-fires.  If it gets out that a girl really came on to a guy just so she could get one of the nice rooms she gets labelled a tramp."

Janet wanted to ask more questions but the door to the cubicle suddenly slid open.  Sharon was still held fast in the stocks and the man was doing something with his hands.  Suddenly Janet recognized the instrument.

"A tampon?" she asked Julia.

"Uh huh," she replied, "it wouldn't make sense to let all that sperm leak out, now would it?"

They watched as he expertly inserted the applicator into Sharon's swollen genitals, pressed the plunger and then withdrew it.  The tell-tale string remained, telling the world that Sharon had been fertilized.

He pulled the cage portion of the chastity belt up and into position.  Janet heard the click and shuddered.  Then the stocks released the hapless girl and she rose.  Janet could see a strange expression on her face - relief mixed with hate.

"See you tomorrow!" the man said with a smile as he strode off.  Sharon kept her face down while she pulled on the hem of her mini skirt in a futile attempt to hide the tampon string.  After a quick glance at Julia and Janet she slipped away, avoiding making eye contact with anyone.

"Tomorrow?" Janet asked.

"Tomorrow." Julia replied, "Now that he's the first to take her for this menstrual cycle, only his controller will open her cage.  He really wants to have her - that's why he was here so early.  Like it or not she'll have to put up with him for the next few days.  Don't be surprised if she chooses the nice rooms."

Janet and Julia stayed together for the rest of the day.  For some strange reason only two other males entered the compound and Janet was able to avoid them.  Still, she watched them take their crying and protesting girls to the cubicles with fascination.  The chemical that had been sprayed on her nether regions made her very aroused.  She ached to be able to touch herself there and even traced the outline of the chastity cage when she thought no one was looking.  Julia observed her friend's agitated condition but made no reference to it.

After their last meal of the day they joined the girls lining up for admission to the sleeping quarters.  It was the reverse of the process Janet had experienced that morning.  First she shed her clothes then she was given an opportunity to relieve herself before taking a shower.

She grimaced in distaste when Martha handed her a disposable diaper and watched with amusement while Janet put it on while standing up.  Then a pair of the obligatory plastic panties and she joined the line for the mitten machine.  As soon as she felt the wrist cuffs of the mittens being locked around her hands she felt sad.  The chemical still made her horny but she felt so helpless.  In the back of her mind she began to hope that it would be over.

As she fell asleep, still flexing her thighs uselessly against the rigid metal cage that protected her sex, Janet was certain that she had seen the worst this nightmare could offer.

She was wrong.  In the middle of the dark, hot night, full of the sounds of torment, she awoke to find herself in desperate need of a toilet.  Her bladder ached with fullness and her bowels too wanted release.

Panic swept over her.  She felt beads of perspiration form on her brow.  She bit her lip as she peered through the mesh screen at the rows of cage-bunks.  She started to cry out for Martha but then stopped.  There was no point in drawing attention to herself.  Martha would not come, or if she did it would be to punish her.  Janet looked down at the diaper taped snugly around her waist and the plastic panties that sealed it tight.  They were there for a reason.

Janet rested her head on the plastic-covered pillow and tried to summon the strength to fight her body's demands. 

It was a slow a losing battle.  Janet soon realized that she must have been given a drug of some kind.  Whatever it was, was meant to make her pee and mess herself.  She alternated her attention between her front and rear passages.

The minutes and then hours drifted by.  Soon she was gritting her teeth with the effort, trying to accommodate the growing agony.

Suddenly she lost control.  It started as a little trickle of urine, something that Janet thought she could tolerate, but as soon as she turned her attention to that part of her anatomy her rear passage spasmed and she heard herself give out with a little gasp of surprise as the first warm mush invaded the humid confines of her diaper.  The surprise was enough to destroy her ability to stem either tide and her muffled whimpers filled the room as Janet, a woman of 25 years, filled her diaper.

When it was over she could not bear to move.  Nothing she had ever experienced felt like this.  A whiff of the mess that lay trapped beneath the passive plastic shell reached her nose and she was almost sick.  When she finally did sleep it was from exhaustion.

She didn't awake until the mesh screen slid out of the way and Martha's gravel voice smashed into her sleep like a freight train.  As soon as she tried to move she was reminded of what had happened and soon the smell of her incontinence added its own evidence.  She blushed furiously as she took her place in line with the other girls and watched their faces as they realized what she had done in the night.

The routine was the same and before Janet knew it she was in the common area, hiding behind Julia and panic stricken because she knew her collar was green and the odds were that some man would find her while she was still fertile.  Still, she had hope and while she could she used her friend like a shield.

It might have worked if Julia hadn't needed to use the toilet.  There was only one available for the girls in the common area and so she had to wait in line.  Janet didn't want to wait with her because it made her feel more exposed and so she had tried to use the few pillars of the building to shield herself from any prying male eyes.

Just when she thought she had made it for at least another hour a deep male voice from behind startled her.  "You are a hard person to find."

She wheeled around, almost tripping because she still wasn't used to the high heeled boots.  She had seen that face before but it took her a few seconds to remember that it belonged to the man in the elevator, the one who had rescued her from the cruel bite of the clamp when she had forgotten to get off on her floor.  Now she looked into his eyes and knew full well what he wanted.  She also knew she had little to say about whether or not he got it.

"So we meet again." was all she could think of to say.  She knew it sounded stupid but is was better than silence, better than being dragged off to one of the cubicles without so much as a by-your-leave.

"Hard or soft?" he asked with a smile.

She was confused.  "What do you mean?"

"You can decide to have some fun or you can make me take you into one of the cubicles and get it over with in an instant.  Problem is, I'll be back tomorrow and the day after that, just to make sure I've done my duty.  Now, the question for you is, do I want three days of nastiness or three days of niceness?"

It was a gut-wrenching decision and she hated him for asking her to choose.  But after witnessing Sharon's forcible impregnation the day before she had few illusions about her options.  "Soft" she said quietly as she eyed the rank badges on his jumper.  He smiled and escorted her towards one of the elevators.

Neither of them said anything as the lift rocketed skyward.  Janet didn't know much about this sort of thing but she guessed that the higher they went the more senior this man must be.  Just when she thought the lift must surely be at its upward limit it ground to a halt, its doors opening onto a floor decorated in green marble and polished wood.

"Is this the very top?" she asked naively as he escorted her down the hall.

"No," he said with a chuckle, "there are a few more floors higher but it's high enough to save you from the stocks."

She suddenly realized that her chastity belt hadn't clamped her clitoris for being out of bounds.  She surmised that they must still be within the confines of the fertility facility and it amazed her that it was this large.  Then she remembered how important fertility was to the government and wasn't surprised any more.

His thumb print opened a door to a lavishly decorated bedroom.  It was something right out of an antique magazine.  A canopied bed, thick carpets and copies of rare paintings gave it a feeling of older, more romantic times.  There were two clues that she was still in the 21st century: the long thin chain that ran downward from a point in the ceiling over the bed and the picture phone communications device on the desk.

With an arm around her shoulders he guided her toward the bed and casually picked up the loose end of the chain.  Before she could protest he clipped it to her collar.

She stared at him as he took a step backward and aimed his controller box at her loins.  Then, suddenly, her chastity belt loosened and then fell away from her hips, held up only by the fact that her thighs were close together.  She spread her legs a little and watched in amazement as the tangle of metal fell to the floor with a clatter.

Suddenly free of that hated appliance she turned to him flush with relief but suddenly very aware of her shaven vulva - it made her feel more than naked.  "How did you manage that?" she asked sincerely.

"Rank has its privileges," he muttered as he began to unbutton his jumpsuit.  "The only problem is that neither of us can leave this room unless your chastity device in back in place.  I guess that means we can be a normal married couple in the mean time."

She fingered the chain now clipped to her collar.  "Normal as long as I stay on my leash, you mean." she said with a flirting smile.  She didn't mean to flirt; her teasing behaviour was a survival trait.  She knew he would take her sooner or later.  She may as well help the process be as enjoyable as possible and if that meant a little flirting then so be it.

As he crossed the room, now nude, to embrace her, she wondered if she was being wise to encourage him but she couldn't deny the throbbing ache from her nether regions, thanks to the "lube job" nor could she deny the logic of being able to enjoy luxury while she was impregnated instead of being held struggling in a set of stocks while some strange male took her from behind.

He swept her up in his arms and carried her to the canopied bed.  Before she knew it he was between her legs, thrusting his stiff rod into her aching pussy and creating wave after wave of pleasure for her.  When he came she welcomed it for he had thrusted at her so long she was becoming sore from the friction.

They stayed in the apartment for the next three days, making love when the mood took them and eating rich foods from the excellent room service.  In time Janet forgot the ultimate reason for her presence and managed to enjoy herself as much as her circumstances would allow.  Having resigned herself to becoming pregnant by him she was determined to exact whatever enjoyment she could from the situation.

It was late in the last day that they finally got to talking.  Both of their bodies were exhausted and in the afterglow of good sex he asked her how she had come to the facility.  She described the sequence of events briefly but with enough detail to make him ask more questions until he had extracted the entire story, including her suspicions.

"There are computer audit records you couldn't have known about that will prove your story." he said.  From her reading of 20th century novels she almost expected to see a plume of cigarette smoke curling over his furled brow as he contemplated her case. 

She giggled.  "It doesn't matter now.  After the past three days with you I'm full of sperm.  There's no doubt I'll conceive.  I'll just have the baby and be done with it.  This sort of thing happens to lots of girls.  Whether I like it or not I've no choice in the matter."

"I agree," he said slowly, "but there's one thing that does count and its worth my while to look into it."

She was puzzled by his last remark but was too tired to question him about it.  She liked him and thought herself lucky to have had the chance to be in the apartment instead of the humiliating stocks.

His name was Adam and she realized that was all she knew about him as she watched him get out of bed and stride across the room, the furrow in his brow telling her he was calculating the facts, looking for an angle.  Finally he went to the computer terminal and began punching the keys madly, demanding ID and access codes from her when he needed them.  

In the end it came down to a print-out of four pages.  She didn't understand all the codes but he assured her it was sufficient to clear her name.  She didn't believe him but let him E-mail it to the justice department nonetheless.   

He took her one last time and then fell asleep immediately.  She stayed awake and wondered why she was so untroubled by her three days duty as a concubine.  Was it because she cared for him?  He was gentle and kind, to be sure, and anything was better than wearing diapers in her bunk in the dormitory and dealing with Martha's sadism.

She turned on her side and found herself staring at the chastity belt lying in a crumpled heap on the night stand.  Soon she would have to wear it again, at least until it was confirmed she was pregnant and perhaps even after that.  But it would never accommodate her swollen belly.  She didn't know what the system had devised to solve that problem and wasn't anxious to find out.

He woke and showered and then let her take a bath before they departed.  She loved having the privacy of a bath room and shuddered when she thought of the chastity belt and diapers that awaited her.

At his suggestion she stood near a wall, spread her legs and leaned forward so he could insert a tampon and then fit the chastity belt over her loins.  As he slipped the cotton plug into her and then placed the hated clamp onto her clitoris she found herself desperately hoping that she had conceived.  She knew she couldn't wait a month to go through all this again.  He unclipped the chain and helped her dress.  The clothes felt funny.  All she had worn for the past three days were the mesh boots and her smile.

Her head was spinning as he took her back to the common area.  She felt attached to him and yet she knew it was unwise to let her emotions get out of hand.

He kissed her as soon as they stepped off the elevator and told her he would keep track of her.  Then he was gone, leaving her disoriented and alone.

"Just back from heaven?" Martha's voice snarled from behind her as a hand gripped her chastity belt through her clothes, elicited a whimper of pain from her.

Before Janet could say anything she found herself being hustled along toward a room marked "Incubation".  As soon as the door slid open she saw Julia standing in the middle of the room, naked but for her mesh boots and a very thick diaper covered by a plastic panty.  A female technician was fitting a strange looking chastity device over the diaper and when Janet heard a loud click she guessed what the metal bands were meant to do.

The technician working on Julia then made her sit down before she started to remove the mesh boots.  Meanwhile Martha had stripped Janet's clothes from her body and released her chastity belt.  Suddenly the tampon was yanked out of her tender vulva and Martha's rough hands were pulling a very thick diaper into place, taping it snugly about her hips.  Then there was a plastic panty and a metal belt to secure it all in place.

It was all happening too fast.  Janet was terrified but knew better than to speak.  Martha removed her mesh boots and gave her a normal pair of shoes to wear.  She was also given another mini skirt, only slightly more modest than the one she had been made to wear while waiting for insemination.  Finally, she and Julia were pushed out of another door and found themselves in a public corridor.  The first person to pass by stared at them so severely that Janet was frightened.  

Julia had slumped against the wall to catch her breath and get her bearings.  "You know, this part I never get used to."

"What part?" Janet said nervously, suddenly aware that the short skirts they wore marked them as inseminated prisoners and only barely concealed their diapers.

"The way they send us back out into the real world while our collars figure out if we're pregnant or not.  She nodded in the direction of the stranger who had stared at them.  "like that attention?  I hope so because you're going to get a lot of it for the next while."

Janet was overwhelmed by it all.  She buried her face in her hands, as if to blot out the bizarre circumstances she now faced.  She felt Julia put an arm around her, "Come along, my apartment is pretty close.  We may as well catch our breath there as anywhere else."  Glad for the lead, Janet followed her friend in silence, the questions building in her mind with every step.

When Julia plunked herself down in a comfortable chair in her living area Janet realized how easily the short skirt she wore rode up, exposing what lay beneath.  Not used to skirts of any type, she made a note to practise sitting.  Although she was away from the conception clinic for now she still felt its hold on her.

After a lot of her questions and Julia's patient answers Janet had a new appreciation of her condition.  Less than an hour ago she had been chained to Adam's bed while he shot load after load of sperm into her womb.  Now she was locked into diapers to prevent her from tampering with the process of conception.  Her clothing was designed to announce her condition to the world and if she tried to flee the discs behind her ears would immobilize her with pain.

The growing pressure from her bladder made her begin to rise to go to the bathroom.  Then she stopped herself.  There was no point.  With the diaper lock in place she could use only the special servicing cubicles that Julia had described.  Her friend saw the look on Janet's face.

"Need to pee?  You may as well use the diaper.  If you run to the service cubicle every time you need to release a little water you'll end up spending most of your life there.  You'll get used to wet diapers and you'll figure out their capacity too."

Janet didn't like the sound of that but she had other nightmares to face.  "I can't believe we're expected to go to work tomorrow.  I don't know if I can face them."

"You'll do it or you'll find yourself back in Martha's company.  Does that make it any easier for you?"

Janet decided that whatever she faced at the office it would be better than seeing Martha any sooner than she had to.

Thankfully, the early morning rush had passed by the time she made her way through the corridors and elevators toward her living space.  Still, every person who saw her stared hard, especially the men who were unaccustomed to seeing bare female legs.  She was trembling with fear and humiliation by the time she reached her cubicle and was grateful to be able to key in her access code before slipping through the door and into privacy once again.

She was wrong about the privacy.  They had been there while she had been in the fertility clinic.  A video terminal had been installed in every room so they could watch her and a large carton sat in the middle of the lounge area.

Shaken and feeling emotionally violated, she went to her communications console out of habit.  Not a single message from her friends but there was a long document from the fertility clinic administrator giving her precise instructions about what she was to wear, how she was to behave and the locations for the servicing cubicles she would need for a diaper change.

She looked up at the eye of the video camera and only barely resisted the urge to make a face at it.  The clammy feeling from her tight diaper reminded her that they still controlled her comfort and she was loathe to give them an excuse to punish her.

By now her bladder was protesting and she started toward her bath room only to stop in her tracks when she remembered she couldn't use it.  In a rage of hopelessness and helplessness she released the hot pee into the waiting pads and found herself walking around aimlessly, inspecting her possessions as if she had never seen them before while her mind focused with obsession on the discomfort of her diaper.  

She tried on a few of the clothes in the box.  The skirts were identical to the one she wore, too short for modesty.  The blouses at least concealed her breasts but left the collar with its tell-tale coloured eye in full view.  She longed for the comfort and security of her jumpsuits but after going to her closet realized she didn't own one anymore.

Dazed and disoriented she tried to amuse herself any way she could think of but none of the 400 entertainment channels offered anything to take her mind off the humiliation and discomfort of the diaper they had locked about her hips.

It had a schedule of its own, she realized.  She had to pay attention to its condition or risk having to be seen in public with it leaking - or worse, smelling.  The more she thought about soiling it the more terrified she became.  Of course this made her very sensitive to the fact that she soon was going to have to confront that situation.  Finally she went to her communications console and called Julia.

Her friend came on the screen looking tired and drawn.

"Are you OK?" Janet asked sincerely.

"No less OK than you." came the agitated reply.

Janet explained her fears and anxieties to the veteran inmate.  Julia tried to look interested but Janet could tell she had been through it enough to have developed some coping skills.  Still she agreed to come see Janet and help her with her first visit to a servicing cubicle.

Half an hour later Julia arrived looking a little better than she had on the monitor.  She strolled in with an air of authority and looked around.  "So they didn't forget, huh?"

She flopped down into an easy chair without trying to make her skirt cover the band of metal that bisected her bulging crotch.  Janet admired her bravado and wondered if she could ever be as accepting of such a cruel fate.

"Reminds me of my first time," Julia continued, "I was a basket case for a week, crying and moaning about it all.  After a while, though you get used to it."

"But the diapers!"  Janet burst out, "and having to mess them".

"That you never get used to." Julia said quietly, "which reminds me."

While Janet watched with intense curiosity, Julia got up from the chair and then got down on the floor on her hands and knees.  Her face took on a far-away look and she began to breathe hard and grunt.  "Damn!" she gasped, "they seem to make the retention belts tight on purpose."

Janet suddenly realized what Julia was doing.  Her face registered the shock.  Julia looked up at her with tired tolerance.  "You do have to go, don't you?"  Janet nodded mutely.  "Well my advice is to get down here and get on with it.  It's easier on all fours and I don't know about you but I'd rather not have to grunt and struggle while standing up in a public corridor outside a service cubicle with half the city guessing what I'm doing."

"But, but you're forcing it!"  she said softly, still astonished.

Julia grimaced for a moment and then turned her attention back to her friend.  "Eventually you'll get into a schedule but there's no point in going to the service cubicle to get comfortable if you have to mess yourself an hour later."  

Janet didn't ask anymore questions.  She could tell her friend was too busy to answer.  Slowly she sank to her knees and then moved forward to take her weight on her hands.  She looked at the beads of sweat on Julia's forehead.  It was insane, intolerable, so unfair.  But nothing they had done to her was sane or fair.  She closed her eyes and began to concentrate on pushing the mass out of her bowels.  It was not easy.  It was not pleasant.  She hated having to do it.  But most of all she hated the man who had made all this happen and vowed then and there to get revenge.

The trip to the cubicle was almost worse than having to mess herself.  The load of soft mush in the seat of her diaper moved with her every step, pressed by the chastity bar into every little crevice, sticking to her tender skin and exuding a sickening stench that even her accustomed nostrils could detect every now and then.  At Julia's suggestion she tried to release as much of her water as possible but she was too tense, too ashamed of the disapproving looks every stranger seemed to reward her with.

When they reached the cubicle closest to Janet's living space she was dismayed to see three girls standing along the wall next to the door, their eyes downcast, their legs apart and each of them blushing furiously.  The normal traffic in that corridor gave them a wide berth, knowing how badly they smelled.

Julia told her to be grateful the line-up was so short and to come to this cubicle at this time of day to avoid the morning and evening congestion.  She tried to describe again what would happen but Janet found it hard to listen.  She just wanted to be clean again, even if it meant another diaper.

When she finally was admitted to the cubicle she was shocked at how small it was.  There was only enough room for her to stand.  Various doors and apertures in the walls made her suspicious and her heart almost stopped when she saw a video camera pointing directly at her.

"Name and number?" a tired male voice said.

Janet's throat was so dry and nervous she had to repeat it three times before the operator could hear her.

"Remove your skirt and blouse".  No `please', no courtesy, she thought, just efficiency.  Although her hands were trembling she managed it.

She jumped in surprise when a panel in the wall in front of her opened and a robot's arm extended toward her, hesitated a second and then connected with the metal belt she wore.  She heard a loud click but the belt stayed in place.

More sounds of machinery and she looked up just in time to see a pair of metal cuffs descending toward her from the ceiling.  She hesitantly raised her arms and placed her wrists into them and then watched the bands of metal close about her limps.  "Your ankles too!" the voice said with irritation.

She looked down to see that cuffs attached to metal arms had appeared at her feet.  Trembling with fear and dread she moved her ankles into their embrace and watched them close.  She was now held fast.  Strangely, she found, there was some comfort in that.

She felt a vibration in the belt and heard a faint purring sound.  When she looked down she saw that the metal retention belt, powered by the robot arm that held it, was opening up, removing itself from her body.  As soon as the robot arm moved down and then pulled the belt away from her body she felt the mass in her diaper fall.  The sensation made her gasp with revulsion.

Another panel in the wall opened and a strange looking smooth metal appliance was pushed toward her.  Trembling with fear she watched it form an opened metal panty around her loins before closing itself snugly.

Robot fingers inside the metal panty went to work on her plastic pants and the diaper underneath.  She tried to imagine in her mind's eye what was going on.  Julia's descriptions helped.

First, two metal plates searched for the left and right side seams of the plastic panty and then moved downward, a knife on the opposite side of it cutting both the panty and the diaper that lay beneath it.  The cold metal passing over her skin and the vibration of the knife on the other side of it made her go rigid and fear.  She felt her limbs tremble but she was held so tightly that she couldn't move enough to hurt herself.

She felt the diaper and panty come free and when the metal panty lowered and retracted the small space was filled with the stench of her messing.  She gagged and tried to hold her breath, shutting her eyes to avoid having to look at it.

She didn't open them again until she heard a new noise.  From another compartment another metal panty was getting ready to encase her body.  It had hoses and tubes running from it and she guessed it would clean her.

But she wasn't ready for the mobile little vacuum head that roamed over her most sensitive places, spaying a cleaning solution before sucking it up almost painfully.  It did not arouse her but it did tickle her and if she had not been held so tightly she doubted she could have withstood it.  She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes again and thought about being clean.

Another new sound and she opened her eyes.  Another robot-driven panty with a purpose.  She could see a fresh diaper in its palm and an open plastic panty under that.  It moved between her legs and then her ankle cuffs moved wider apart, making her more accessible to it.  The arm moved upward until the crotch of the panty was pressed tightly against her vulva.  Then each half of the panty, front and back, moved upward to complete the cupping of her loins.  After it formed itself the mechanical fingers in the panty went to work, fitting and tightening the diaper and then applying the plastic panty, snugging up its leg and waist bands before fastening the side seams permanently.

Janet hated having machines work so close to her tender places but she could not deny that the fresh diaper felt wonderful compared to the wet and messy one it replaced.

When the mechanical panty was finished it retracted and the arm that still held her metal belt came to life again, moving the bands into position before commanding them to re-form and tighten.  Several loud clicks later it detached itself and retracted.

The wrist and ankle cuffs opened and retracted.  A small sign on the wall lit up, telling her to dress and leave.

`Serviced', she thought, `I've been serviced like a machine'.  Then it occurred to her that as far as the state was concerned she was a machine.  With her clothing on she pressed the door release and stepped into the corridor.  As the Julia passed her on her way into the cubicle she caught a whiff of her friend's diaper and felt so glad she didn't smell like that anymore.  Then she realized it would be only a matter of time before she would be back in the line up outside the cubicle, like these girls, suffering from a wet and messy diaper and hoping her chance to be `serviced' would come soon.

With their spirits improved by their increased comfort, the girls went back to Janet's apartment where they ordered in some food and tried to forget that sooner or later they would have to return to the cubicle and that the next morning they would have to give up their last vestige of respect - anonymity.  Until now they hadn't had to present themselves, diapered and bound, to anyone but strangers.  They were nameless and faceless and there was comfort in that.  But tomorrow morning people who knew them would look them in the eyes and then let their gazes travel over the evidence of their condition.  Janet tried not to think about it.

Later that night, as she lay in bed, Janet was shocked to discover that a little burst of pee suddenly escaped into her diaper - the first since her visit to the cubicle.  It disturbed her because she feared she might become dependent on diapers.

The warmth the urine softened the absorbent padding and whenever Janet flexed her thighs a certain way she could generate a very pleasant feeling as the softness caressed her hairless nether lips.  Perversely, she flexed her legs again and again until an orgasm began to build.  By the time it came she was pressing her thighs together as tightly as she could and gasping with the thrill of it.  It had been so long, too long.  In the aftermath she just let her bladder do as it pleased and as the warmth cascaded into the waiting pads she drifted off to sleep, comforted by the fact that she had no choice but to wet herself.  There was freedom, she decided, in not having a choice.

She slept fitfully because of the hot, wet, itchy diaper locked between her thighs.  It didn't stimulate her any more, it just reminded her constantly that she had to visit the service cubicle before she went to the office.  

In the morning she took a shower and learned not to do so again unless she planned to visit the cubicle soon after because the despite the tight panty the diaper absorbed a lot of water and became saturated and heavy.

As she fixed breakfast she tried to ignore the prospect of soiling herself.  By the time she had to leave she had put it off too long and hoped that she could last the day without a messing.

It was only a little easier to accept the stares of the strangers.  At least she didn't stink.  But when she joined the long line-up for the cubicle she wondered about putting off the messing.  Most of the girls, judging by her nose, had made it a part of her morning routine.

While she waited she let her mind focus on the other hidden terror that waited for her.  Was she pregnant or would she have to return to the clinic.  The colour of her collar had changed but she thought it only meant her fertility window was closed.

She didn't know how she felt about being pregnant.  It might be good if it meant being free of diapers but Julia had said they often left the diapers in place to stop a girl from inducing an abortion.  Before she could reach any conclusions it was her turn to go inside and she took a deep breath and steeled herself before she crossed through the door way.

Half an hour later the door to her office complex slid open and Janet entered on rubbery legs.  Susan was sitting at the reception desk and looked up with an expression of surprise mixed with compassion.  "Hi.  How have you been?"

"Not the best." Janet answered levelly.  "They told me I had to come back to work."

"We know.  The Director is on assignment.  Dave is running the ship.  He said he wanted to see you the minute you arrived."

Janet nodded but her mind was in a whirl.  Dave!  the very bastard who had sent her through hell.  No doubt he wanted to gloat.  She could barely keep a straight face as she walked into his office.

"Hello Mom!" he chided.

Janet closed the door.  "You bastard!" she hissed.  You set this up - and for what?  A few thousand credits.  What would they have done to you?  A fine?  A demotion?  You're so small that you'd rather send me through hell than own up to your own greed!"

He smiled like a delinquent little boy who knew he had broken a window but just didn't care.  "Give it a rest, Janet.  It hasn't done you that much harm."  He gave her exposed legs a long stare.  "I think its an improvement, overall.  So you took a fall for me.  I'm grateful.  What do you say to a nice dinner tonight?  You may as well enjoy a little of the extra money."

"So you admit it!  You can actually sit there, look me in the eye and admit that I'm going to have to deliver a baby for the state because you got greedy."

"Sure, I'll admit it.  But you had better get the steam out of your system right now.  I'm still your boss and you will do as your told.  If you insist on telling that little story to anyone I'll find ways to make you think of the fertility clinic as a vacation.  For starters, You can go to the service cubicle only on your lunch break.  It takes too long to let you be away during the rest of the day.  That's all for now.  Ask Susan about your work assignment."  He turned his chair to face his computer console and pressed a button to open the office door.  

Stymied and frustrated she stormed out to the reception area where Susan showed her a small room where she would be hidden from visitors.  The work was unnecessary and boring.  The first burst of pee arrived in her diapers just as she started to sort through the archive files.

By the time coffee break arrived Janet's diaper was soaked and she feared she would soon mess herself as well.  She thought of going to Dave and begging forgiveness but the idea turned her stomach.  Susan brought her coffee, a sign that she wasn't supposed to leave her little room unnecessarily.  The fact that her coworker didn't stay to chat meant that Dave had laid down the law about fraternization.

She began to count the minutes until her lunch break, fighting the need to release the warm smelly mush into her soaked diaper.  She thought herself a pretty miserable woman.

At the exact minute her lunch break began she walked quickly toward the reception area and told Susan she was leaving.  The pressure in her behind was terrible.  She doubted she could make it but somehow she found the strength not to betray her need to Susan.  As she turned toward the main door it opened to reveal the same two court officers who had arrested her and fitted her with the controller chastity belt.

"Oh no!" she whispered as they entered the room.

"Janet Simmons?" one of them asked.  She nodded.  "Would you please come with us?"  Again she nodded but inwardly was confused.  They were being polite, respectful.  They even stepped aside to let her go first.

In the corridor there were two men in Treasury division uniforms.  Janet felt a chill run down her spine.  "Look, this has been settled," she said quickly but they just smiled and brushed past her into the office.

The court officers had a float car with them and asked Janet to take a seat.  There was a short drive to a tube station where a luxury bullet was sitting ready and waiting.  At the direction of the officers, Janet was escorted inside but they didn't join her.  She had a thousand questions but sensed that these weren't the people with the answers.

The bullet took off and Janet tried to figure out what was happening.  The rush of fear at seeing the court officers had delayed her need for the service cubicle but she was still anxious about finding one.

The bullet car jolted to a halt at a private station.  A woman in a white medical technician's jumpsuit met her when the door opened, said "Please follow me." and led her into some kind of medical facility.

She was taken to a treatment room where the woman closed the door, picked up a strange looking medical device and asked Janet to remove her skirt.  With trembling fingers she complied and the woman clipped the device to the front of Janet's chastity belt.  There was a loud snapping sound and the belt suddenly released itself and fell to the floor.

"The bathroom is through that door.  Take off the diaper and panty, see to your needs and have a shower.  I'll have fresh things for you when you're finished." the woman said with a smile.

Janet hesitated, unsure of what was happening.  "It's alright," the woman said kindly as she picked up the pile of metal bands from the floor.  "I'm taking this away.  You won't be needing it anymore."

She left the room, leaving Janet with only one pressing thought - the bathroom!  She almost cried with relief when she saw the toilet.  She tore at the tight diaper and panty, fearful the storm would burst before she could seat herself.  Then she saw the scissors thoughtfully left on the counter and chided herself for not noticing them.

Her diaper made a heavy wet sound as it hit the floor and Janet seated herself on the commode.  How, she wondered, could anything so simple feel so good?

With her comfort restored she started the shower running.  There were expensive soaps and shampoos in the racks and she took a long time, enjoying the freedom to clean herself and touch herself.

After drying off she put on the robe that had been left for her on the back of the door.  When she stepped out into the other room the woman had returned.

Janet's blossom of pleasure wilted when she saw the diaper and plastic panty waiting for her on the examining table.  Until then she had hoped that she would be free of diapers - for whatever reason.  The woman read the expression on her face.

"Don't be disappointed.  It's only temporary.  You were given drugs to make you incontinent.  You'll need some protection while they work their way out of your system.  Don't worry.  There's no lock.  You can change yourself or use the toilet whenever you want.  This is just for accidents."

"What's happening?" Janet asked as the woman helped her take off the robe and then climb onto the table.  

"I'm not allowed to tell you, except that it's very positive" she said as she gently taped the diaper into place and worked the plastic panty up Janet's legs.  

She was so kind and gentle that Janet felt herself getting turned on.  The diaper was soft and warm.  It made her feel secure and knowing she could take it off if she wanted let her enjoy it.

There was a pleasant buzz between her thighs as the woman helped Janet into a jumpsuit identical to her old ones.  It was wonderful to be normal again, to look like everyone else.  She looked at herself in the mirror to see if her diaper showed and was grateful that it didn't.

When she was as ready as she ever would be she let the woman lead her out of the room and down the hall.  They stopped outside a door that had `Board Room' stencilled on it.  The woman motioned her inside, saying "Mr. Beck will join you shortly.  There are refreshments on the side board."

The woman closed the door, leaving Janet alone in the most lavishly decorated meeting room she had ever seen.  The refreshments consisted of a cheese and fruit tray, a bottle of champagne on ice and two glasses.

Now she was burning with curiosity!  What was happening?  She tried to sort through all the things that had happened in the last 20 minutes but came up with more questions than answers.  She didn't touch the food or wine but instead went to the window where she admired the view of the city.

The sound of the door opening made her turn around.  She saw the uniform first and stared at it.  The rank was so high she couldn't remember the proper title for it, just that there were very few of them to be seen in the places Janet went.

The face.  Kind and familiar.  She searched her mind.  She should know this man.  

"Janet, it's over." he said simply

"Adam!" she squealed and ran into his arms.  He hugged her tightly and she felt him pat her padded bottom before he released her.

"Sit down.  I've a lot to tell you."

She took a chair and watched him pour two goblets of the champagne.

"Let me do the talking for now.  I'm sure all of your questions will be answered."  She sipped her wine and gazed at him, feeling true happiness for the first time since the court officers had arrested her days ago.  "You are right, of course.  Dave did frame you.  I was able to determine that from the print-out I made at the fertility compound.  The problem was, I couldn't do anything about it with just that evidence.  Anyone can create computer audit trails."

"So?" she asked, feeling giddy from the wine and an overwhelming sense of relief.

"So I used some contacts in the fertility administration to retrieve the data from the voice recorder installed in your diaper retention belt.  Every belt has one.  Normally they monitor what the girls say in case they are planning some mischief but since the receivers are sound-activated, everything a girl says or is said to her gets recorded."

Janet thought back to her outburst in Dave's office, "And you got an earful this morning."

"Right.  Without knowing it you played into my plan quite nicely."

"Why didn't you warn me?  I could have used the support."

"Because Dave's legal counsel could have made a case for entrapment.  As a potentially pregnant female your movements are monitored.  If I had approached you it would have spoiled the case."

"So it really is over." she said with a grin.

"Not quite.  You are still wearing the collar and disks used to control you.  You'll have to return to the fertility compound to have that seen to but I'll be along to make sure nothing goes wrong."

Suddenly the question loomed in Janet's mind.  "Am I pregnant?"

He smiled, "Do you want to be?"

"Damn you!  Tell me!"

"Maybe over dinner tonight?"

There was an awkward pause until Janet realized it was not a command but an invitation.  "Fine." she said demurely.

"I suppose you're wondering what will happen to Dave."

She wasn't but now that he had mentioned the subject her interest was peaked.

He picked up a remote controller and pressed a button.  A panel in the wall slid open to reveal a video screen.  "This tape was made while you were in the shower."

It had been edited to show only the most interesting parts.  Dave being taken to a punishment unit, stripped and shaved.  Then a close up of his genitals being locked in a metal chastity belt whose cage was obvious too small to permit an erection.  When the camera showed him being bent over a table while technician did something to his rear she asked Adam what was happening.

"They are inserting a rubber ring in his anus to hold it open.  This robs him of all control.  I'm told the effect is sometimes permanent if the device is left in place too long."

She turned her attention back to the monitor.  Now Dave was being bundled into thick diapers and fitted out with a metal retaining belt similar to the one she had worn only a few minutes ago.  The film ended with the now miserable David being led off by two guards.

"What will happen to him?" she asked.

"He'll spend the next year on sanitary duties and then we might just find something else unpleasant for him to do."

"No court case?  No trial?"

"No contest." Adam said flatly

They nibbled on the food and sipped champagne until Janet's head was swimming.  Then Adam took her back to his luxurious living area and put her to bed.  She slept most of the afternoon and woke only when he returned from work and started getting ready for dinner.  

As soon as she moved she knew the diaper was wet.  She cursed under her breath.  She had wanted to seduce him but doubted he would want anything to do with her in her present condition.

But he surprised her, slipping into bed beside her and thrusting his hand into the damp diaper.  Soon his fingers had her hot and ready.

He carefully peeled down her plastic panty and released the diaper tapes.  Then he mounted her and they bucked and groaned like animals in heat.

After she had showered she returned to the bedroom to find a fresh diaper and panty waiting for her along with an elegant formal outfit.

She was surprised but then she had come to expect Adam to be full of surprises.  He let her put the diaper on without assistance but she noticed the tent of an erection in his suit.

Over dinner he told her he wanted her forever but she avoided giving him a direct answer, although she already knew what it would be.  When they danced his hand always seemed to find the bulge of her diaper, caressing it, feeling the material of her clothes slide on the plastic panty.  It set a fire in her loins.

Over dessert she tackled him on the most feminine question of all.  "Am I pregnant?"

"Are you mine?"

"Yes." she said simply.

"Then I'm pleased to be the first to congratulate you."

She blushed.  Then she realized she had never met a woman who had become pregnant voluntarily.  "Can we keep the child?"

"Of course."

"Will I have to wear diapers and that awful belt?"

He laughed, "Of course not."

Then she thought of how nice a fresh diaper felt and how he seemed to like to touch her when she was wearing one.  "What if I wanted to wear a diaper now and then."

"Because you like them?" he asked slyly.

She blushed harder, "Maybe because you like them."

Now it was his turn to be crimson in the face, "That too can be arranged."

Suddenly she felt a blossom of wet warmth between her legs.  The thirsty diaper took care of it and her nether lips responded.  A deliciously perverse thought flashed across her mind.  "What was it you said about a drug that makes someone loose control of their urine?"

He just smiled and made a show of taking a small glass vial from his pocket and emptying its contents into her glass.

Her pussy twitched as she reached for the glass.  "You think of everything," she said.

He produced a signet ring and slipped it onto her finger.  "I know the custom is old-fashioned but this has a modern use.  The design on the ring is my rank badge.  No one will deny you anything if you show them this."

She admired the ring and sighed happily.  "But I already have everything."