A Utopia or a Dystopia? It's the near future and the feminist nightmare is over. A group of traditionally minded military officers have seized power and are dedicated to restoring old-fashioned values. Young men are sent away to the frontline to fight feminist insurgents. On the home front every aspect of young females lives are controlled and monitored. A strict modesty code is ruthlessly enforced and infringements are severly punished. Pure Fantasy 18+ NSFW
Under the old regime, Georgia had been a minor celebrity, at one time she would have been called an IT girl- a frequent sight at parties with football players and other minor celebs. She had started out as a teen starlet and then took a couple of roles in popular soaps. She also attracted lots of attention from the tabloid press: photos of her in bikinis at expensive beach resorts or a little worse for wear after some party or other. Cynic might say that she encouraged that sort of thing because well, girls like Molly love attention. All that had changed. She had spent the months since the New Moral Order movement came to power desperately trying to avoid attention of any sort. She had changed her skimpy outfits for the drab approved wear. How she missed her nice clothes and makeup. She had also scrupulously avoided illicit sexual activity. She also missed that- a lot. No until such time as an appropriate husband was found for her she had to deal with those urges herself and hope that nothing untoward showed up during a feminine hygiene inspection. She didn’t think they would be able to tell but you never know. They were getting more and more sophisticated.
She was walking down the street when a drone flew close to her. She breathed a sigh of relief as it went on its way.
That relief quickly dissipated when she saw the van pulling up and two uniformed men getting out. She had to admit that she found the sight of the uniforms quite hot, at least on some of the younger ones but these two weren’t young. They were definitely middle aged with silver grey hair to match their silvery grey uniforms. Back in the day she might have considered shagging one of them if they had been rich or famous but these guys were just humdrum public servants who probably didn’t drive nice cars or living in flash apartments. The fact that she was entertaining these thoughts told her how long it was since she had last had sex. Her reveries were interrupted by them asking
“Papers Miss? Where are we going this morning?”
“Errm just doing some shopping”
“Shopping ey?” One of them said in a friendly enough manner as he examined her paperwork.
“Your cunt permit too Miss?”
She hated hand this over. Not only did it contain graphic images of her vagina and anus it also displayed detailed information that she wasn’t too keen to share with strangers.
“Been behaving ourselves have we?” One of the men asked
Georgia nodded.
“That’s a good girl” he replied condescendingly.
He scanned her paperwork and the cunt permit. His machine beeped.
Goeorgia’s heart stopped.
“We need you to come with us to the inspectorate”
It was the words that every young woman dreaded
“What’s it about?” she asked
“I am sure we will sort it out when we get there. Please come with us”
As he said this he grabbed her arm a little too tightly. It wasn’t as if he was deliberately trying to hurt her but he was definitely giving her a sense of the power he, and the state, had over her. She did not resist as they escorted her into the van.
In the van she sat facing one of the inspectors. He looked at her with a slightly puzzled look on his face.
“Now, I know where I have seen you. My missus loved her soaps.”
Georgia smiled in response but the smile soon faded as she remembered where she was, and how far she had fallen.
The drive took about ten minutes. The inspector chatted away amiably enough. After all, she hadn’t yet been found guilty of anything and remained to all intents and purposes an obedient subject of the state with certain protections if not fullblown rights.
The guard at the gate waved them through smiling at the driver
“What have we got today?”
The guard saw Georgia’s name and recognition flashed on his face.
“Been up to her old tricks has she?” he asked with a grin. “Well, I’m sure the boys will sort her out soon enough.
Inside the inspectors marched her to the lift which took them to the top floor of the building. The fact that she was going to see one of the Senior Inspectors did not augur well for her but she did not yet realise that. Simply being inside the Inspectorate was intimidating enough. The walls were lined with propaganda posters. Some of them showed happy smiling prosperous people and extolled the many virtues of the regime. Others showed images of females in scanty clothing and uttered ominous warning about the penalties for violating the modesty code.
The approached a heavy wood panelled door. They pressed the buzzer and the door opened.
Behind the desk sat a thin, pinched faced man with grey hair similar to the inspectors. He did not initially look up.
“Come in.”
Georgia made to sit down but he immediately waved his hand contemptuously.
“You will stand until I tell you when you can sit.”
She stood in front of the Senior Inspector her hands nervously hanging by her sides.
The two inspectors saluted him and left the room.
“Now then Miss Foote” the man said with a slightly irritated tone in his voice “it seems like you have been up to your old tricks”
As he said this pictures of her in sexy clothing flashed up on the screen
“But those are from years ago….” she started to protest
“Shhh! Don’t interrupt. I know that but they do speak to your underlying character. As does this…”
A video now appeared on screen. It was one that she knew only too well. One of her lovers had tricked her into letting him film her and had then leaked it.
It showed Georgia expertly and enthusiastically sucking his cock. The man grunted in a Northern accent “Oh you sexy fucking bitch” all the while she was doing it At a certain point she begs him to stop filming but we have already seen plenty.
She looks devastated. It is not the first time she has seen the video but in this context it is particularly damning.
“It seems my dear you have certain ‘talents’ as it were. Talents which would very useful to us. With a bit of proper training we are sure that you would make an excellent Social Counselor. In fact, I am considering you for the elite corps. You will be mostly servicing senior party members and local foreign dignitaries. It will be a bit like the old days in fact, moving in High Society” He chuckled cynically to himself as he said this.
Georgia did not find it funny at all.
“Of course if you don’t agree a spot of Reform and Rehabilitation is probably on the cards”
She blanched with fear.
“Please no, I’ll do it” she said in panic.
“Very good” the Senior Inspector said “you are probably a little out of practice, or at least I hope you are since you are currently unmarried. Let’s make a start here and now.
As he said this he stood up from his desk and unzipped his fly to allow his engorged member to emerge. He pushed Georgia down on her knees facing him
To Be Continued….
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Under the old regime, Georgia had been a minor celebrity, at one time she would have been called an IT girl- a frequent sight at parties with football players and other minor celebs. She had started out as a teen starlet and then took a couple of roles in popular soaps. She also attracted lots of attention from the tabloid press: photos of her in bikinis at expensive beach resorts or a little worse for wear after some party or other. Cynic might say that she encouraged that sort of thing because well, girls like Molly love attention. All that had changed. She had spent the months since the New Moral Order movement came to power desperately trying to avoid attention of any sort. She had changed her skimpy outfits for the drab approved wear. How she missed her nice clothes and makeup. She had also scrupulously avoided illicit sexual activity. She also missed that- a lot. No until such time as an appropriate husband was found for her she had to deal with those urges herself and hope that nothing untoward showed up during a feminine hygiene inspection. She didn’t think they would be able to tell but you never know. They were getting more and more sophisticated.
She was walking down the street when a drone flew close to her. She breathed a sigh of relief as it went on its way.
That relief quickly dissipated when she saw the van pulling up and two uniformed men getting out. She had to admit that she found the sight of the uniforms quite hot, at least on some of the younger ones but these two weren’t young. They were definitely middle aged with silver grey hair to match their silvery grey uniforms. Back in the day she might have considered shagging one of them if they had been rich or famous but these guys were just humdrum public servants who probably didn’t drive nice cars or living in flash apartments. The fact that she was entertaining these thoughts told her how long it was since she had last had sex. Her reveries were interrupted by them asking
“Papers Miss? Where are we going this morning?”
“Errm just doing some shopping”
“Shopping ey?” One of them said in a friendly enough manner as he examined her paperwork.
“Your cunt permit too Miss?”
She hated hand this over. Not only did it contain graphic images of her vagina and anus it also displayed detailed information that she wasn’t too keen to share with strangers.
“Been behaving ourselves have we?” One of the men asked
Georgia nodded.
“That’s a good girl” he replied condescendingly.
He scanned her paperwork and the cunt permit. His machine beeped.
Goeorgia’s heart stopped.
“We need you to come with us to the inspectorate”
It was the words that every young woman dreaded
“What’s it about?” she asked
“I am sure we will sort it out when we get there. Please come with us”
As he said this he grabbed her arm a little too tightly. It wasn’t as if he was deliberately trying to hurt her but he was definitely giving her a sense of the power he, and the state, had over her. She did not resist as they escorted her into the van.
In the van she sat facing one of the inspectors. He looked at her with a slightly puzzled look on his face.
“Now, I know where I have seen you. My missus loved her soaps.”
Georgia smiled in response but the smile soon faded as she remembered where she was, and how far she had fallen.
The drive took about ten minutes. The inspector chatted away amiably enough. After all, she hadn’t yet been found guilty of anything and remained to all intents and purposes an obedient subject of the state with certain protections if not fullblown rights.
The guard at the gate waved them through smiling at the driver
“What have we got today?”
The guard saw Georgia’s name and recognition flashed on his face.
“Been up to her old tricks has she?” he asked with a grin. “Well, I’m sure the boys will sort her out soon enough.
Inside the inspectors marched her to the lift which took them to the top floor of the building. The fact that she was going to see one of the Senior Inspectors did not augur well for her but she did not yet realise that. Simply being inside the Inspectorate was intimidating enough. The walls were lined with propaganda posters. Some of them showed happy smiling prosperous people and extolled the many virtues of the regime. Others showed images of females in scanty clothing and uttered ominous warning about the penalties for violating the modesty code.
The approached a heavy wood panelled door. They pressed the buzzer and the door opened.
Behind the desk sat a thin, pinched faced man with grey hair similar to the inspectors. He did not initially look up.
“Come in.”
Georgia made to sit down but he immediately waved his hand contemptuously.
“You will stand until I tell you when you can sit.”
She stood in front of the Senior Inspector her hands nervously hanging by her sides.
The two inspectors saluted him and left the room.
“Now then Miss Foote” the man said with a slightly irritated tone in his voice “it seems like you have been up to your old tricks”
As he said this pictures of her in sexy clothing flashed up on the screen
“But those are from years ago….” she started to protest
“Shhh! Don’t interrupt. I know that but they do speak to your underlying character. As does this…”
A video now appeared on screen. It was one that she knew only too well. One of her lovers had tricked her into letting him film her and had then leaked it.
It showed Georgia expertly and enthusiastically sucking his cock. The man grunted in a Northern accent “Oh you sexy fucking bitch” all the while she was doing it At a certain point she begs him to stop filming but we have already seen plenty.
She looks devastated. It is not the first time she has seen the video but in this context it is particularly damning.
“It seems my dear you have certain ‘talents’ as it were. Talents which would very useful to us. With a bit of proper training we are sure that you would make an excellent Social Counselor. In fact, I am considering you for the elite corps. You will be mostly servicing senior party members and local foreign dignitaries. It will be a bit like the old days in fact, moving in High Society” He chuckled cynically to himself as he said this.
Georgia did not find it funny at all.
“Of course if you don’t agree a spot of Reform and Rehabilitation is probably on the cards”
She blanched with fear.
“Please no, I’ll do it” she said in panic.
“Very good” the Senior Inspector said “you are probably a little out of practice, or at least I hope you are since you are currently unmarried. Let’s make a start here and now.
As he said this he stood up from his desk and unzipped his fly to allow his engorged member to emerge. He pushed Georgia down on her knees facing him
To Be Continued….