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Subject: {ASSM} Teacher's Dilemma, Pt. 1
Date: Wed,  9 Jan 2002 23:10:27 -0500
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WARNING: This story is a work of fiction and not to be read by person(s) 
under the age of 21. Continuing on, assumes you are over 21, and will not 
present/show this to any minors. This work having been posted to the newsgroups
is considered copyrighted from the author. Please do not republish, copy, or
post without prior consent of the author. Copyright ladyvet, 2002. Other
stories are posted at my site: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MastrKink 

Teacher's Dilemma
by Ladyvet

Prolog

A decades-long shift in the American political and legal systems to an
ultraconservative fundamentalist government has changed the nation profoundly.
It started with President Bush's Supreme Court overturning Roe v. Wade and
culminated in a patriarchy in which women were practically chattel. The press
became a tool of the government, allowing events to occur without scrutiny or
publicity. The Prison-Industrial Complex became a major revenue generator as
well as a political force. Employers made billions of dollars of excess profits
employing inmates. Captive workers received neither wages nor benefits.
Politicians remained in office by doing everything possible to appear tougher
on crime than their opponents. Parole and early release were abolished. New
laws with tougher mandatory sentences proliferated to satisfy the public's
demand for safety from crime, punishment for miscreants and the ever-increasing
needs of the Prison-Industrial Complex. Three Strike Laws mandating life in
prison were invoked against everyone convicted of three crimes, whether
felonies or misdemeanors. Of the twelve million Americans incarcerated, over
forty percent were women. Many were serving lengthy or life sentences for
performing or receiving abortions, bearing children out of wedlock, committing
adultery and other non-violent offenses. The privatized prison system was run
on a for-profit basis. The prison-based economy was dependent on an
ever-increasing number of slave laborers. Thomas Jefferson's warning that a
people willing to sacrifice liberty for security deserved neither had long been
forgotten.

Chapter 1

Senator Steven O'Connor leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed while his
assistant Jennifer Davis proposed an answer to his marital problem. He depended
on her for everything. She never let him down. 

"You can't divorce her without a tremendously good reason," she stated
emphatically. "It should be something your constituents will empathize with as
well as something that will improve your standing with them." O'Connor nodded. 

"Tell me something I don't know," he said impatiently. Jennifer's thoroughness
and attention to detail sometimes overwhelmed his patience. "Unfortunately,
she's never done anything remotely illegal."

"But she might," Jennifer said, "if conditions were right." He motioned for her
to continue.

"You haven't been intimate with her in quite a while, have you?" It was a
rhetorical question. Jennifer knew when Sondra moved into her own bedroom and
why. He shook his head. It hadn't bothered him that much. He didn't lack for
sex. The Senator liked his women young. Sondra was nearly forty, although she
looked at least a decade younger. He'd given up trying to win her back when her
increasingly public advocacy of women's rights became a political liability.
The fact that their bilateral prenuptial agreement prevented him from getting
his hands on her considerable inheritance was the final straw. All he wanted
from her was for her to get out of his life, something in which she had no
interest.

"Suppose she finds someone and commits adultery with him? You'd be heartbroken
but being the most conservative law and order legislator in Washington, you'd
do the right thing. You'd refuse to use your influence and let justice take its
course. She'd get a long prison sentence and her promiscuity would give you
perfect grounds for divorce. She'd be out of your hair permanently and think
about how your constituents would love the situation! Can't you see the
headline? 'Senator Law and Order O'Connor puts the law above his own
happiness?' It would be enough to put you over the top next year."

"She's not likely to run around on me," he snapped. "She's too damned
straight."

Jennifer smiled broadly. "I know someone who can charm her. It will be
expensive but well worth it. I can arrange everything."

He pushed his chair back from his desk and unzipped his fly. Jennifer knelt and
took him in her mouth. It didn't take long for either of them to deliver.

Chapter 2

Sondra caressed Ted's back with her fingertips while he moved in her. She
delighted in his soft, smooth, hairless skin. She hated hairy backs. She wished
her husband's was like Ted's, not that it mattered much. They hadn't made love
in over two years. She'd missed having sex but not particularly with him. The
main reason she remained with him was for the status of being a senator's wife.
A divorce would have looked bad on his record, which might have affected his
chance at being reelected. His increasingly conservative views bothered her but
not enough to make her want to damage his career. She'd been miserable until
Ted Davis appeared a few months before. Making love with him made being married
a lot more comfortable. 

Drops of sweat fell from Ted's chin to her small, soft breasts. He began to
pant. She knew he was close to ejaculating. He sometimes finished too fast the
first time but he always managed to get it up again a few minutes later and
then he kept it up. She raised her legs, joined her ankles at the small of his
back and pulled him down until his pubis pressed against hers. 

"Stop moving, Ted. Take it easy," she whispered. "Make it last for me." He
shuddered with the strain of withholding his climax but he managed. They lay
connected and immobile until he regained control.

"That's my baby!" she crooned. Sondra lowered her legs and spread them wide.
She clutched his firm, muscular ass cheeks and whispered "now fuck me slow and
deep!" Ted looked down at her lovely face and felt a pang of regret that he'd
never be with her again. His sister Jennifer had called earlier in the day to
tell him they had all the evidence they needed. He'd miss the great sex and
easy money but he couldn't complain. It had been a good few months.

He stroked slowly, then more and more quickly as his passion rose toward its
peak. She met his thrusts until her climax was close, then she lay motionless
to better experience his movements inside her. Her climax ignited, filling her
with tingling pressure. 

"Hold off just a little bit longer, baby," she whispered. "Let me keep
cumming!"

"I'm trying! I'm trying!" he panted. "Oh, fuck, I'm sorry! I'm going to cum!"
The door burst open. A pair of uniformed policemen walked quickly toward the
bed. One of them trained a video camera on the couple. 

Ted pulled out, splashing his semen on Sondra's stomach and side. She tried to
pull the sheet up. It was tangled at the bottom of the bed. The policeman with
the camera ordered them not to move. The other told Sondra to put her hands
behind her head.

"Get close ups of their genitals," he instructed the camera wielder "and that
semen on her. The fixed cameras probably didn't do very well with those shots."
Sondra pulled her legs tightly together.

"No need to try to hide anything, Mrs. O'Connor," the officer with the camera
said sarcastically. "We already have video of your hot little cunt, this party
and a lot more. You've been a very busy lady." He lowered his camera and
pointed at Ted.

"Get up, get dressed and get out of here. There's an unmarked car in the
driveway." Ted dressed and left without looking at her.

They only let her put on her blouse and panties before cuffing her hands behind
her back. The reporters and photographers waiting outside the motel got the
pictures they came for. 

Chapter 3

Sondra's lawyer Dan Rivers sat beside her while the prosecutor played the
evidence tape the police made when they arrested her. He played the first
surveillance tape next. Sondra watched her image on the screen, undressing Ted
for the first time, sinking to her knees in front of him, making love to him
with her mouth until he was erect, leading him to the bed.

"We have enough between the tapes, what the arresting officers observed and the
guy's testimony to convict," the prosecutor said without emotion. "You've seen
the other tapes and read the depositions, counselor. I'll win convictions on
every count if you go to trial. That's at least fifty years without parole." He
looked at Sondra, smiled at the shock and terror she was unable to hide and
turned to Rivers. Sondra's head spun at the thought that she'd be ninety before
she was released!

"Or" he continued "you can make it easy on all of us and the Senator by
pleading. I'll accept a guilty plea on twelve counts of oral copulation,
perverted sexual practice and adultery. I'll recommend that the judge sentence
give her minimum prison time in a control program for sexual offenders. I doubt
he'll give her more than twenty years. She'll be required her to submit to
sexual negation, of course."

Sondra had heard of sexual negation but knew practically nothing about it. She
looked quizzically at Rivers, who nodded at the prosecutor, patted the back of
Sondra's hand and thought about the clean, untraceable money that would appear
in his offshore account as soon as Sondra was disposed of.

"Make up your minds. The deal's only good for five minutes." He walked out of
the room. Sondra's composure broke when the door closed behind him.

"My God!" she wailed. "Is he telling the truth?"

"You'll get at least twice that much time if we go to trial," Rivers replied.
"He'll stack the jury with religious-fanatic wives and fundamentalists. They'll
crucify you."

"I can't spend the rest of my life in prison," she said quietly. "What does
negation involve?" 

"They started the program seven or eight years ago to rehabilitate female
sexual deviants. Now it's applied to every female sexual offender. I'll get all
the details for you." He squeezed her hand reassuringly. "The plea bargain's a
good deal. I strongly advise you to accept it." Sondra nodded. Whatever
negation was, it had to be better than fifty years in prison.

The prosecutor returned with the typed plea bargain, dropped it on the table in
front of Sondra and gave her a pen. She signed it and handed it back to him. He
left without a word.

Her court appearance took less than fifteen minutes. The judge read the plea
agreement and asked Rivers and the prosecutor if they agreed to the terms and
conditions as stated. They replied that they did. The judge asked Sondra if she
had agreed to plead of her own free will. She nodded. He signed the agreement,
summoned Sondra to the bench and pronounced sentence.

"The court accepts your guilty plea and hereby sentence you to forty years
without possibility of parole in a minimum security prison, with twenty years
suspended. You will wear a band on your right wrist identifying your conviction
as sex offender. You will submit to sexual negation. If at any time it is
determined that you have violated the negation order by removing the device,
tampering with it or disabling it, or if it is determined that the device is
not capable of performing its function, you will be immediately incarcerated in
a maximum security prison for the remainder of your sentence. You will submit
to periodic monitoring and any other activities or procedures required by the
Bureau of Prisons. Do you have any questions?" Sondra shook her head. She had
no choice but to accept her sentence despite not understanding precisely what
it involved.

The judge cleared this throat. "You are remanded to the custody of the marshals
service." Two marshals put a belly chain around her waist, cuffed her hands to
it, shackled her, locked a short chain between her cuffs and shackles and
escorted her from the courtroom. Sondra did her best to walk in the chains that
threatened to trip her with every step. Rather than leading her through the
rear entrance, they escorted her through the main entrance and slowly down a
flight of steps to a broad, sunlit landing where her husband waited with a
large cadre of reporters he'd invited. One marshal stood behind her with his
hand on her shoulder. The other stood at her left, holding her arm. The tableau
had the desired effect. She looked like a dangerous criminal. Her husband took
his place at her right, staring at her with an expression of solemn sorrow
designed to appeal to his constituents. He gave the cameramen as much time as
they wanted to get footage of him standing beside his wife. The warm breeze
lifted her skirt almost to her waist at one point. Every cameraman recorded a
view of her white panties. A Washington Post reporter asked if he had any
comments on his wife's sentence. The Senator began his short, well-practiced
speech.

"I was shocked and saddened when I learned that Mrs. O'Connor had repeatedly
violated my trust and her sacred marriage vows. We've been married for over ten
years. I still love her deeply. My personal grief and profound loss
notwithstanding, I understand that she must pay her debt to society. The moral
fabric of our great democracy depends on every citizen obeying the laws of our
land. While her loss will affect every facet of my life, I recognize that only
by serving her sentence can my wife be rehabilitated and restored to a
productive place in society. Thank you and God bless America." He took her chin
in his hand, turned her face toward his, bent and kissed her lips. The cameras
caught every nuance of their last contact, complete with the tears she was
unable to wipe away.

Chapter 4

Dan Rivers visited Sondra the next day in the detainment area where she waited
to be transported. She asked him if he'd learned anything about her negation
and where she'd be incarcerate.

"They're sending you to Camp Parks. It's a federal correctional institution for
women in the hills near San Francisco. It's on located on what used to be an
Army post. The environment's pretty relaxed from what I was told. It's one of
the 'Club Feds.' Only first time, non-violent offenders get sent there and
there are no second chances. If you don't follow the rules to the letter,
you'll be incarcerated someplace a lot less pleasant. " He slid a loose-leaf
binder labeled "Technical Description: Sexual Negation Device - Application and
Use" across the table. Sondra opened it and stared at the first page. She found
the technical jargon virtually incomprehensible in her in her sleep-deprived
state. One night in the noisy confusion of the holding cell had rendered her
almost senseless. Her inability to concentrate was obvious to him.

"I read through it and talked to the manufacturer. I'll tell you what it's
about if you like." She nodded and stared at a drawing of female reproductive
organs. 

"The negator is about the size and shape of a hen's egg. They'll dilate you and
put it in your womb." He flipped through the pages until he found a picture of
the device. 

"It has two functions. The first is monitoring and recording episodes of sexual
arousal. That will allow them to correlate each episode with a time during
which you might have been able to commit a crime without being detected
otherwise. The second function is stopping your arousal before it can progress
to an orgasm. The theory is that offenders won't commit acts that don't bring
them pleasure." 

"How does it stop an orgasm?" she asked in dismay.

"It's pretty complicated," he replied. He took a pen from his pocket and used
it as a pointer. 

"It has a lot of sensors in its surface. It monitors temperature, muscular
pressure in the womb, heart rate, blood flow and even internal sounds. It will
self-calibrate when they implant it by storing your readings while you're not
aroused, then compare them with readings when you are. After that, it monitors
you constantly to determine when you're becoming aroused. These are electrodes.
It will shock your uterus until it decides you're not aroused any longer. It
also records the date, time and level of each instance of arousal. You'll have
to make regular visits to the dispensary so they can recharge it and download
your arousal history to your permanent file. They'll violate you and send you
to a maximum security prison for your full term if they think you tried to do
anything to the unit. Technically, they could even violate you if you have an
orgasm." Sondra looked at the diagram and cried. 

Chapter 5

The chartered cross-country flight was uneventful except for the complaints of
other inmates. Sondra tried unsuccessfully to sleep. Her fear and the
discomfort of being secured by cuffs, shackles and a belly chain kept her
awake. A prison bus and van were waiting on the runway when the plane stopped.
Sondra and the male and female guard escorting her were the last to deplane and
the only ones who got into the van. The early morning drive to the government
medical center was uneventful. She managed to sleep until they arrived. 

The van stopped in front of the entrance. The female guard opened the door,
unlocked her right wrist from an eyebolt mounted to the side of the van and
ordered her to get out. The tall step to the pavement was difficult to
negotiate with her hands cuffed, her ankles shackled and a belly chain joining
the other chains. She barely managed not to fall. She tried to ignore the
stares of the staff while the officers escorted her through the corridors to a
windowless room where a doctor and a technician waited.

"We've got a new victim for you, doc," the male officer exclaimed. They removed
Sondra's restraints. The doctor ordered her take off all her clothing except
her bra and sox, lie on the table and put her feet in the stirrups. Sondra
undressed self-consciously. Her brief stay in confinement with its communal
showers and strip searches hadn't acclimated her to being naked in front of
strangers. The officers watched and whispered. The male was obviously enjoying
the sight. Sondra climbed onto the table and put her feet in the stirrups. 

One of the guards locked her wrists in restraints fastened to sides of the
table. The doctor trimmed her pubic hair, covered the area between her navel
and pubis with jell and shaved her with a disposable razor. She was thankful
that he only nicked her twice. Sondra watched the technician remove the
negation unit from its package, place it on a stand and test it to verify that
it was operating properly. Satisfied, he immersed it in a beaker of betadine. 

"This is where it gets good," the male guard told his partner. "He's gonna put
in the snatch spreader!" The woman grimaced and slapped his arm. Sondra turned
her face away from them and tried to forget they were there.

The doctor removed a speculum from an autoclave, lubricated it and her labia
with sterile jelly and inserted it. She flinched when the cold metal slid
inside her. The officers jostled each other for a better look while the doctor
spread her painfully wide. She tried unsuccessfully not to cry while he dilated
her cervix. It felt as if she was being torn apart despite the injection he'd
given her to ease her pain. 

"Jesus, he's really opening that thing, isn't he?" the male guard exclaimed.
He'd seen the procedure twice before and enjoyed it more each time. He adjusted
his erection through his pocket. His partner thought about her first pelvic
exam and shuddered.

The doctor removed the negation unit from the beaker, lubricated it and
inserted it in her cervix. Sondra cried out in pain while he forced it deeper
until it disappeared inside her womb. The doctor inserted a C-shaped surgical
steel device an inch in diameter. He positioned the sharply pointed ends on
either side of her cervix, then used a tool to close it into a ring to prevent
expulsion or removal of the negator. 

The doctor removed the speculum. Her pain began to subside but she suddenly
felt like she was in labor as her womb contracted in an attempt expel the
invader. Her contractions occurred about a minute apart for the next twenty
minutes, then gradually subsided as her womb became accustomed to the unit's
presence and the ring. 

The doctor unrolled something that looked like an extra large condom with a
small opening, placed it on a long nozzle attached to a can of aerosol foam and
inserted it into her. She felt it expand, filling her completely. It felt like
he was fisting her by the time he stopped inflating it. He removed it ten
minutes later after the foam had hardened. She asked what it was for. She
nearly climaxed despite her discomfort and embarrassment while it scraped over
her G-spot as he withdrew it. 

"They'll use it to make a probe that will fit your body perfectly" he replied.
He held it in front of her face and pointed to an indentation at the top. The
ring's impression showed clearly. "This cup will fit over your cervix. The
probe will recharge your unit inductively, test it and download your history
file."

"Someone is going to put something inside me?" she asked.

"At least twice every month," he replied. "More often if they think it's
necessary. It varies from woman to woman." Sondra's heart sank. She wondered
who "they" were. 

The doctor told her to lie still and try to relax. He and the technician
watched the screen for a few minutes. The male officer continued to gawk at
Sondra while he furtively touched himself. His partner did her best not to
stare at her. The analyzer beeped.

"OK, I have the resting baseline," the technician announced. The male guard
nudged the other one and whispered something Sondra couldn't hear. They leaned
closer and stared intently at her. 

The doctor told Sondra "now I need you to have an orgasm. Don't fight it. Let
it happen." 

She looked at him in shock and blurted "how do you expect me to do that lying
on this uncomfortable examining table with a piece of metal in my womb and four
strangers staring at me?"

"You have no choice," he answered. "The sooner you finish, the sooner this will
be over. That's what you want, isn't it?" She nodded and closed her eyes. She
had only managed to have one weak, unsatisfying orgasm during her confinement.
She needed a real one badly.

"How many fingers do you like inside?"

"Two," she replied softly, flushing with embarrassment. He inserted two gloved,
lubricated fingers.

"Here and here?" he asked, rubbing her urethral opening and G-spot. She nodded.

"Do you like to have your clitoris stimulated or is it too sensitive?" 

"Gently, on the right side," she replied. The doctor knew what he was doing.
His touch was gentle and insistent. Her body soon responded despite her
embarrassment and the strange sensation of having something inside her. She
closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensation of his fingers gliding over
her most sensitive places.

The technician stared at the screen and commented on her progress. "Looking
good, looking good," he said as the analyzer showed her excitement increasing.
"Won't be long now. We have a go for launch!" he exclaimed, parodying a NASA
space shot when her blood flow and muscle tension increased. He announced "we
have lift off!" just before Sondra's hips began to buck. Her orgasm cascaded
rapidly into a series of strong vaginal and uterine contractions. The doctor
stopped masturbating her when the analyzer beeped. She felt a powerful urge to
replace his fingers with her own to make her climaxes continue. She gripped the
sides of the table tightly until her arousal began to diminish. To her
amazement, the foreign presence in her womb and the stinging ring through her
cervix heightened the experience. 

"That's one hot bitch!" the male guard exclaimed.

"Excellent response!" the technician said. "Never saw one better defined!" The
doctor instructed him to play back the electronic record of Sondra's climax.
They watched the green trace signifying her arousal build, plateau in a series
of sharp spikes, then dissipate on the display. Sondra looked at the screen.
The colored bar charts and traces meant nothing to her but she rejoiced at how
good she felt after finally having her sexual needs sated.

"Her orgasm reached about 9 at its peak," the technician said, holding a pencil
against the screen. 

"Switch to real-time monitoring," the doctor instructed. The technician typed a
few characters. The display switched to indicating what was happening inside
Sonrda's body.

The doctor pointed to a trace and told the technician "notice that she's
maintaining around 40 percent arousal." He turned to Sondra and asked if she
normally had multiple orgasms. She nodded.

The Male guard poked his partner with his elbow and whispered "nor for long!"

"The recommended activation threshold setting is 30 percent. The maximum
recommended stimulation threshold is 65," the technician said. "Where do you
want me to set her levels?"

"Set the activation threshold at 50 percent arousal and the maximum stimulation
threshold at 90." The technician looked at him quizzically. 

"I prefer higher settings to keep them from getting shocked unless something's
really happening," the doctor explained. "Why make it worse than it has to be?"
The technician shrugged. Two other doctors with whom he worked used settings
lower than the recommendations. He thought they were both hard asses,
especially the woman, but he didn't care what the numbers were. He nodded,
entered the settings and downloaded them to Sondra's unit. The analyzer beeped,
signifying completion. 

"Now let's test it," the doctor said. He looked down at Sondra and said "I'm
going to stimulate you again. I want you to let yourself have another climax.
Tell me what you're experiencing." He began to masturbate her.

She had always been multiorgasmic. Each climax made the next one easier and
more intense until she finally succumbed to exhaustion. Her excitement built,
following a steeper trajectory than the first time. A prickly, tingling
sensation began in her womb. The technician watched the analyzer and
interpreted the displayed results for the doctor. He watched Sondra's face as
he masturbated her more intensely.

"Passing activation threshold. She ought to be feeling it now."

"Tell me if you feel anything unusual," the doctor ordered without pausing. His
gloved fingers made wet, sucking sounds moving in and out of her. 

"I feel something..." she said between panting inhalations. 

"Keep talking to me." He massaged her G-spot with one hand and stimulated her
clit with the other.

"Yes, now I definitely feel something strange," she said. He continued to
masturbate her. He vaginal muscles gripped his fingers, attempting to draw them
deeper.

"Oh, it's starting to hurt!" she exclaimed as the voltage from the unit
increased at the same rate as her arousal. She panted and moved on his hand.

"Try to finish!" the doctor exclaimed.

"Passing 85 percent," the technician declared. "Maximum voltage should begin...
NOW!"

Sondra screamed "Oh! God! It hurts!" Tears squeezed out of her tightly closed
eyes. The doctor masturbated her harder and faster, trying to force her body to
respond despite the pain. Sondra screamed more shrilly and bucked her hips in
an effort to dislodge his hands. The analyzer showed her arousal dissipating
rapidly.

"You'll feel that pain each time you get close to having a climax, Sondra," the
doctor said. "You need to avoid situations that might result in sexual
excitement from now on." 

"Christ, she won't be able to have sex any more?" the female guard asked her
companion."

"I've heard they can fuck with those things in them," he replied and winked,
"but they sure as hell don't have much fun doing it!" The pain subsided quickly
but Sondra's womb continued to ache.

"It's still doing something," she told the doctor. He and the technician looked
at the analyzer.

"No, that's just cramping from residual muscular activity from the shocks," he
explained. "Most women are bothered by cramps until they've had the unit for a
while. You'll get used to it." He pulled off his gloves and announced that he
was finished. He poked his chin toward the guards. "The show is over. You may
escort her back to the holding cell." 

They freed her wrists. Sondra got up, turned her back to them and dressed. Her
ordeal was over, at least for the time being. 

Sondra remained aware of the thing inside her after the cramping stopped but it
didn't bother her until her third night. A sudden pain deep inside her woke her
from an erotic dream. She touched herself. Her clit was erect, poking out of
its sheath and her labia were moist and swollen. She lay still and tried
unsuccessfully not to think about the dream or her need for release. Another
shock lanced through her. She moaned, rose from her bunk, walked the four steps
to the bare metal commode and sat on it. The cold, hard metal helped her
suppress her desire. 


to be continued.........


                        

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