Literotic asexstories – The Bureau of Pleasure Control Ch. 06 by KathrynLocksley,KathrynLocksley
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In the Bureau’s trainee barracks, surrounded by the morning scuffle of dozens of other trainees preparing for the day, Kristen and Zach spooned in her narrow bunk.
No one paid them any attention. As far as anyone else knew, they were both locked inescapably in their standard-issue chastity devices, just like any other subjects of the Bureau, and if they wanted to indulge in what physical closeness they could manage, compounding their frustration in the process, that was their prerogative.
In a room this far from private, their confinement was fairly real. Zach wasn’t about to use his trick ring to unlock either of them here, a matter of feet away from the other trainees, but still, the ring was there, on one of his fingers interlaced with hers, a giddy reminder of the “tutoring” session they’d shared the day before.
“First shift starts in a couple minutes,” Kristen noted reluctantly.
“Yeah.” Zach nodded behind her, chin touching her shoulder. “I don’t suppose we could both be sick today, spend it all in bed.”
“Like one of those couples in the posters about unregulated life?” Kristen joked. “Letting the world pass us by, ignoring all of our responsibilities?”
“Sure. They can take our picture, if they want,” said Zach, kissing her neck.
Kristen shook her head, trying to shake off the temptation in the process. “I’m shadowing my mentor this morning.”
“Wouldn’t want to miss that,” said Zach, with a faint edge to his voice.
“I learn as much from half a day with her as I do from three whole days of classes,” said Kristen.
Zach didn’t dispute this.
“Just remember, you don’t need any points from her. From any of them.” He leaned forward to give Kristen a sideways kiss on the lips, reminding her what it was like to be able to taste his skin, without the experimental drug blocking her receptors. “Whenever you feel like you have to please the Bureau for the sake of being let out, come to me instead, and I’ll do it.”
“Oh, so now I only have to worry about pleasing you?” Kristen asked, only half teasing.
“Worry about not fucking me over,” Zach whispered seriously. “That’s all I ask, and I’ll let you out whenever you want. You can do stuff with me, or on your own, even with other people, just,” he took a breath, “you need to be damn sure it’s someone we can trust before you get them involved, okay?”
Kristen squeezed his ring hand and sat up, triple checking that the chains of her device were secure. “Promise.”
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“We’ve got a very serious case today,” said Officer Deacon. “I hope you’re ready for it.”
“Whatever you need, I’m there,” said Kristen, matching her mentor’s severe demeanor and smoothing the wrinkles out of her short tunic.
She was unusually aware of the air on her bare legs on the way down the hall to the visitor rooms. It felt as if there must be evidence on her somewhere that she had forgotten to hide, something that made it perfectly obvious what she and Zach had done behind their mentors’ backs, right under the nose of the Bureau itself.
Just as a thrill began to build in Kristen’s chest, the thrill of really, truly getting away with it, having a secret from the all-powerful Bureau, Officer Deacon explained.
“Our subject today somehow managed to trick a Bureau-issued chastity device into opening without approval.”
The floor seemed to drop sharply under Kristen’s feet. “They did?”
“I’m afraid so,” said Officer Deacon gravely, stopping in front of a visitor room door and reaching for the ID card clipped to her dress. “It’s rare, but it’s been known to happen.”
Kristen leaned against the side of the doorway in front of her.
“So, what’s the procedure for that?” she asked, nervous but sly, holding Officer Deacon’s gaze.
“Obey and learn, I’ll explain as we go,” said Officer Deacon.
Obviously, when the door opened, there was going to be no one in the room. Just the table and two empty chairs, where Officer Deacon would show Kristen firsthand what the consequences were for undermining the Bureau’s power in such a fundamental way.
Kristen was breaking a sweat just thinking about it, for more reasons than one.
The punishment would have to be extreme, far worse than what she’d gotten for cheating on a quiz, or for a brief lapse of restraint in her first session as a subject. With her pleasure deprivation so recently broken, the thought of having her clit punished, just for the sake of having it touched at all, had lost most of its appeal.
The thought of having Officer Deacon’s full attention to herself was appealing, however. Kristen had gotten much less of that during her training so far than she’d hoped, and very little of it had involved sensation. That was the main reason she’d stolen those few extra strokes during her first session, the day she had first met her mentor. She had wanted the strokes, but not as much as she had wanted to bring this stunning, powerful woman’s attention down on herself, hard.
Even if the attention she was about to get was all pain, it would be between the two of them. Kristen would apologize and beg and plead to make this up, and Officer Deacon would show her the way back to the Bureau’s good graces.
There had to be a way. That much she had learned from her training so far. The Bureau didn’t reject sincere efforts to serve and comply with it, regardless of the mistakes a person had made before. That was part of why it was so powerful.
Kristen would make those sincere efforts, and maybe, along the way, Officer Deacon would let slip some hint of whether she was simply performing her duties, or reveling in the outlet for her own feelings. The woman was hard to read, but Kristen thought she’d be able to feel the difference in the fall of the whip, or cane, or whatever implement she ended up using on her. Was she personally angry that Kristen had stolen pleasure? Was she more upset that she had done so with someone else?
Kristen very much wanted to know.
Then again, she realized, the room might not be for the two of them after all.
Officer Deacon might just as easily open that door to reveal Zach, marched over here through the back way by some other officer for dramatic effect.
That possibility was more alarming. Zach probably wouldn’t handle getting caught as well as Kristen would. But maybe, if they were together in this, she’d be able to protect him. She could imagine his trick ring getting him into much worse situations than being locked in a room with her and Officer Deacon.
Come to think of it, she could imagine a room with the three of them being quite a nice place to end up, under the right circumstances.
Officer Deacon tapped her card to the door’s sensor, and opened it. Kristen stepped in after her, hair standing on end in anticipation.
The visitor’s seat was not waiting empty for her.
Nor was Zach waiting in it.
“Piper?” Kristen had to ask, to make sure she was matching the right name to the right face from the back row of the training classroom.
“Hey, Kristen!” Piper waved at her from her seat, as if they were best friends meeting in line for the greatest show in the world. “So, are we doing this?”
After sharing the barracks for over a month, this was the first time Kristen had heard Piper speak above a mumble.
Piper tucked her curly red hair behind her ears and grinned, transforming her face from lifeless background noise to vibrant chaos the way someone else might change clothes.
A female chastity device, presumably Piper’s, lay open on the table in a tangle of its own chains.
Officer Deacon closed the door, took her seat across from Piper, and took a moment to bring up the right file on her tablet.
Kristen hung back to watch, disoriented and stifling panicky laughter, as she realized that she and Zach might not have been found out at all.
“Piper,” Officer Deacon began. “You were found alone in an officer’s lounge, with your chastity device unlocked, performing unauthorized stimulation on yourself.”
“Fuck yeah, I was,” said Piper. “Are we going to make a video about it? Let’s make a video about it!”
Officer Deacon paused, thrown from her script for a moment, but only a moment.
“We’ll get to that,” she answered. “Because you were unlocked while alone, we’re forced to assume the worst and dock you one thousand points for an unauthorized orgasm. Recording your debt recovery process, for use as an example to others, is a required in this case.”
“Oh, I’ll be an example, officer,” said Piper, reaching for her unlocked crotch. “But you don’t have to assume. I totally came. Do you want me to show everyone how?”
Part of Kristen’s cooped up laughter clawed its way free, but she clamped a hand over her mouth before Officer Deacon could even begin turning her head to censure her.
The officer kept her sharp gaze on Piper, and folded her hands.
“At this point, you have two options,” she said. “I recommend that you begin cooperating now, name any co-conspirators, and tell us about the design flaw you exploited to save us the trouble of finding it ourselves.” She rested her hand on the tangled device. “In return, we will waive the cost of any lesser, associated transgressions up to this point. Trespassing in the officer’s lounge, for example. Your debt will be limited to the fine for the orgasm itself, and you will be allowed to repay it in installments over the course of up to a month, and even allowed to remain in the training program on a probationary basis, though of course you’ll have to start your mandatory deprivation over from the start.”
Some of the tension eased out of Kristen’s chest at the confirmation that the program could be that forgiving.
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