Na-NOT-WriMo Submission 1
Client - madameperdita
Theme - "Near Future, toltaitarian state, erotica"
Sentence - "You're late for your session, schedule an extra 20 minutes at the end of this session for surgical punishment, now...get undressed..."
JESSICA17
Jessica17 dreaded Sundays.
Too young to remember the old days, brought into the world after the Great Re-Organisation as she was, all Jessica17 knew was that today brought the Weekly Indoctrination. Four hours of lectures on the glory of science and reason, with a break for food rations before a further six hours of 'Prac' - Practical Application.
Jessica17 knew there had been a mistake made when she was a child; she shouldn't be in the Low Stacks. Even with her short cropped black hair and dull grey caste-approved worksuit she was possessed of a natural beauty. Her sea-green eyes still held a spark, and though her lips were cracked her skin was as dull as every other C-1, she turned heads; she was noticed. There had even been an incident where a young man had groped her breasts while queuing at the ration dispensary.
(Of course, the libido suppressant drugs in the food should have made that impossible, and so the man, Carl42 had been taken away for Testing. The results were inconclusive, though the corpse was kept in storage, for Purposes of Progress...)
It was a surprise then, when she awoke that Sunday morning to be summoned to the Terminal of her Dormitory. The Dormitory Matron informed her that screen indicated the day was in fact the 21st anniversary of her birth, and that she was to be reviewed for Second Stage Selection. As a C-1, Jessica17 had never been taught to read, of course, as even the most demanding tasks deemed suitable to the caste could be achieved with simple pictorial skills.
“I've never heard of Second Stage Selection” huffed the Matron.
Nor had the Block Commandant or the Sub-Stack Overseer, but the Terminal was very specific; Citizen C-1 Jessica 17-A-643-TZA3 was to be delivered to Section Four-14. That was Hi-Res in the Central Stack. 'A' Caste.
Two of the Sub-Stack Overseer's Whitecaps marched Jessica17 to the Hub. One did not keep a member of the A Caste waiting; the Overseer himself was 'only' a B-16, and while the Principles of Society did not allow for upward transition between castes, swift and accurate compliance with a directive would be noted on his record and may allow him to climb towards his pinnacle, the B-20 before his Retirement.
All of this was a blur to Jessica17. Since leaving her Creche on her 8th anniversary, the Dormitory, Fabricatory and Lecture Hall were all she'd ever known. Terrified, she allowed herself to be roughly strapped in to the transit module; servility and obedience were the hallmarks of a good C-1. There module was unlit during transit, and her only companion for the journey was the occasional rattle of the tracks and shudder of the carriage. Fortunately for Jessica17, the module had no windows; her first glimpse of The Outside would have been too much for her fragile mind to take.
On arrival, Jessica17 was unstrapped by two women who looked strange and alien to her eyes. Each was strikingly beautiful, with smooth alabaster skin, white blonde hair cut into a precise bob, dark red lips, eyes hidden by dark glasses; identical, as if twins, something the C-1 had never seen or heard of before. Both were dressed in matching unbuttoned white lab coats, tight black bodysuits, clinging to every curve of their body, and their only distinguishing marks being differing symbols stitched in crimson thread on the breasts of their coats. One triangle, one square.
Neither said a word as they took her arms and walked her down the brightly lit concourse. There were rows of green that Jessica17 didn't understand, but her escorts did not allow any investigation as they marched her onwards. Other than the trio, the broad concourse was utterly devoid of people, though the young C-1 just assumed that people were at Weekly Indoctrination, as attendance had always been mandatory. Eventually, they turned down a side corridor and stood before a pair of double doors. “Triangle” thumbed a stud on the wall and after a momentary pause, the doors swung inward with a chime. Square indicated with a sweep of her hand that Jessica17 should enter.
"You're late,” said a voice. “Schedule yourselves an extra 20 minutes at the end of this session for surgical punishment, now... Citizen C-1 Jessica 17-A-643-TZA3, step forward and get undressed."
For a moment, Jessica17 just stood there as the doors closed behind her. She could not see where the voice had come from, as the large room was empty apart from a padded table and a strange looking cage of black metal. Instead, she saw only her reflection in the polished mirror that formed one wall of the room.
As a C-1, she had only ever seen herself in the grainy low resolution of the identification screens of the Dormitory. To see herself like this was... amazing.
“DO AS YOU HAVE BEEN TOLD,” boomed the male voice.
Shocked into action by the power of the voice and her years of C-1 obedience conditioning, Jessica17 unsnapped the clasp at her neck and began to slowly unzip her worksuit. Her hands, trembling with fear as the zip reached her crotch, slipped to her sides.
Banned from procreating by the Principles of Society as they were and their libidos controlled by drug-laced food, C Class Citizens were given no sexual education but strangely, most still showed a reluctance to be naked in front of other people. Jessica17's hesitation did not go down well.
“I know that you can understand me, so am I to assume that you're simply incapable of taking instruction? Respond.”
As she began to splutter an apology, there was a buzzing noise and a section of the mirror slid away. One of the strange twins emerged, and now that she had discarded her lab coat, Jessica17 saw that the tight bodysuit was sleeveless, exposing a tattoo indicating this was Square. The woman walked to a panel in the wall and pressed a stud, causing a metal and glass cubicle to descend from the ceiling.
“My patience wears thin, Jessica17,” came the voice. “Now, finish disrobing and step into the device. Place your feet and arms where the pictures indicate, no-where else.”
Hurrying to do as she was told, the young woman tripped as she stepped out of her boots. The first sign of emotion she'd seen either twin display was a smile; a grin that flickered across Square's lips and carried no warmth at all. Stepping into the machine and standing with her legs spread as the pictures indicated, feet and hands through the plastic loops, Jessica17 was assaulted by strange smells; rubber, smoke, something...
The device hissed to life, piston arms pulling her taut. The floor began to lift and tight rubber formed a second skin over her body. She panicked; some animal part of her brain fighting through the years of C1 conditioning, but she could not move. Within a minute the only parts exposed were her neck, face and head.
“This will hurt,” said the voice calmly, “but you will soon learn that pain is not to be feared, Jessica17.”
Searing pain covered her skin inside the rubber, but her cries were drowned by jets of hot water vapour spraying her face and head from all sides. The dirt and grime was scoured from her skin and hair and underneath the rubber she felt raw.
“You are now cleaned and depilated. The depliation is permanent; I cannot abide improper hair on a subject. Now, raise your head, Jessica17.”
She did as she was told, her conditioning soothing the animal urge to keep her head against her chest. More piston arms secured her head into a padded metal cage, and she heard a whirring and hissing rise behind her.
“Now, what shall we have, hmm? How shall you satisfy the Purposes of Progress? I think we can work with your natural attributes, rather than against them. For now.”
Needles thrust forward into the back of her neck and there was only pain...
Theme - "Near Future, toltaitarian state, erotica"
Sentence - "You're late for your session, schedule an extra 20 minutes at the end of this session for surgical punishment, now...get undressed..."
JESSICA17
Jessica17 dreaded Sundays.
Too young to remember the old days, brought into the world after the Great Re-Organisation as she was, all Jessica17 knew was that today brought the Weekly Indoctrination. Four hours of lectures on the glory of science and reason, with a break for food rations before a further six hours of 'Prac' - Practical Application.
Jessica17 knew there had been a mistake made when she was a child; she shouldn't be in the Low Stacks. Even with her short cropped black hair and dull grey caste-approved worksuit she was possessed of a natural beauty. Her sea-green eyes still held a spark, and though her lips were cracked her skin was as dull as every other C-1, she turned heads; she was noticed. There had even been an incident where a young man had groped her breasts while queuing at the ration dispensary.
(Of course, the libido suppressant drugs in the food should have made that impossible, and so the man, Carl42 had been taken away for Testing. The results were inconclusive, though the corpse was kept in storage, for Purposes of Progress...)
It was a surprise then, when she awoke that Sunday morning to be summoned to the Terminal of her Dormitory. The Dormitory Matron informed her that screen indicated the day was in fact the 21st anniversary of her birth, and that she was to be reviewed for Second Stage Selection. As a C-1, Jessica17 had never been taught to read, of course, as even the most demanding tasks deemed suitable to the caste could be achieved with simple pictorial skills.
“I've never heard of Second Stage Selection” huffed the Matron.
Nor had the Block Commandant or the Sub-Stack Overseer, but the Terminal was very specific; Citizen C-1 Jessica 17-A-643-TZA3 was to be delivered to Section Four-14. That was Hi-Res in the Central Stack. 'A' Caste.
Two of the Sub-Stack Overseer's Whitecaps marched Jessica17 to the Hub. One did not keep a member of the A Caste waiting; the Overseer himself was 'only' a B-16, and while the Principles of Society did not allow for upward transition between castes, swift and accurate compliance with a directive would be noted on his record and may allow him to climb towards his pinnacle, the B-20 before his Retirement.
All of this was a blur to Jessica17. Since leaving her Creche on her 8th anniversary, the Dormitory, Fabricatory and Lecture Hall were all she'd ever known. Terrified, she allowed herself to be roughly strapped in to the transit module; servility and obedience were the hallmarks of a good C-1. There module was unlit during transit, and her only companion for the journey was the occasional rattle of the tracks and shudder of the carriage. Fortunately for Jessica17, the module had no windows; her first glimpse of The Outside would have been too much for her fragile mind to take.
On arrival, Jessica17 was unstrapped by two women who looked strange and alien to her eyes. Each was strikingly beautiful, with smooth alabaster skin, white blonde hair cut into a precise bob, dark red lips, eyes hidden by dark glasses; identical, as if twins, something the C-1 had never seen or heard of before. Both were dressed in matching unbuttoned white lab coats, tight black bodysuits, clinging to every curve of their body, and their only distinguishing marks being differing symbols stitched in crimson thread on the breasts of their coats. One triangle, one square.
Neither said a word as they took her arms and walked her down the brightly lit concourse. There were rows of green that Jessica17 didn't understand, but her escorts did not allow any investigation as they marched her onwards. Other than the trio, the broad concourse was utterly devoid of people, though the young C-1 just assumed that people were at Weekly Indoctrination, as attendance had always been mandatory. Eventually, they turned down a side corridor and stood before a pair of double doors. “Triangle” thumbed a stud on the wall and after a momentary pause, the doors swung inward with a chime. Square indicated with a sweep of her hand that Jessica17 should enter.
"You're late,” said a voice. “Schedule yourselves an extra 20 minutes at the end of this session for surgical punishment, now... Citizen C-1 Jessica 17-A-643-TZA3, step forward and get undressed."
For a moment, Jessica17 just stood there as the doors closed behind her. She could not see where the voice had come from, as the large room was empty apart from a padded table and a strange looking cage of black metal. Instead, she saw only her reflection in the polished mirror that formed one wall of the room.
As a C-1, she had only ever seen herself in the grainy low resolution of the identification screens of the Dormitory. To see herself like this was... amazing.
“DO AS YOU HAVE BEEN TOLD,” boomed the male voice.
Shocked into action by the power of the voice and her years of C-1 obedience conditioning, Jessica17 unsnapped the clasp at her neck and began to slowly unzip her worksuit. Her hands, trembling with fear as the zip reached her crotch, slipped to her sides.
Banned from procreating by the Principles of Society as they were and their libidos controlled by drug-laced food, C Class Citizens were given no sexual education but strangely, most still showed a reluctance to be naked in front of other people. Jessica17's hesitation did not go down well.
“I know that you can understand me, so am I to assume that you're simply incapable of taking instruction? Respond.”
As she began to splutter an apology, there was a buzzing noise and a section of the mirror slid away. One of the strange twins emerged, and now that she had discarded her lab coat, Jessica17 saw that the tight bodysuit was sleeveless, exposing a tattoo indicating this was Square. The woman walked to a panel in the wall and pressed a stud, causing a metal and glass cubicle to descend from the ceiling.
“My patience wears thin, Jessica17,” came the voice. “Now, finish disrobing and step into the device. Place your feet and arms where the pictures indicate, no-where else.”
Hurrying to do as she was told, the young woman tripped as she stepped out of her boots. The first sign of emotion she'd seen either twin display was a smile; a grin that flickered across Square's lips and carried no warmth at all. Stepping into the machine and standing with her legs spread as the pictures indicated, feet and hands through the plastic loops, Jessica17 was assaulted by strange smells; rubber, smoke, something...
The device hissed to life, piston arms pulling her taut. The floor began to lift and tight rubber formed a second skin over her body. She panicked; some animal part of her brain fighting through the years of C1 conditioning, but she could not move. Within a minute the only parts exposed were her neck, face and head.
“This will hurt,” said the voice calmly, “but you will soon learn that pain is not to be feared, Jessica17.”
Searing pain covered her skin inside the rubber, but her cries were drowned by jets of hot water vapour spraying her face and head from all sides. The dirt and grime was scoured from her skin and hair and underneath the rubber she felt raw.
“You are now cleaned and depilated. The depliation is permanent; I cannot abide improper hair on a subject. Now, raise your head, Jessica17.”
She did as she was told, her conditioning soothing the animal urge to keep her head against her chest. More piston arms secured her head into a padded metal cage, and she heard a whirring and hissing rise behind her.
“Now, what shall we have, hmm? How shall you satisfy the Purposes of Progress? I think we can work with your natural attributes, rather than against them. For now.”
Needles thrust forward into the back of her neck and there was only pain...