Perverts 'R' Us

Saving the Legacy

By Danyealle ( cautionary, mast )

"The sooner we all learn to make a decision between disapproval and censorship, the better off society will be... Censorship cannot get at the real evil, and it is an evil in itself."-- Granville Hicks (1901-1982)

Hurrying down the dark, misty alley, her shoes made a muted echo as they connected with the cobblestones. While she wasn't running, she was indeed moving quicker than a walk, a packaged clutched tightly to her chest under her coat. As she neared the entrance to her run-down flat, she glanced over her shoulder a few times to make sure she wasn't followed. As usual, she had taken great care to make sure her movements since picking up the package had attracted no attention, but with the way the Peoples' Morality Police worked, one couldn't be too careful. Sliding into a doorway that was recessed, near the entrance to her flat, she waited. For half an hour, all she heard was her own muted breath, nothing else. Even as good as the PMP were, a half an hour of doing nothing in an alley that acted like a sound chamber would have given themselves away, she would have heard something from them.

Sliding quietly out of the doorway, she hurried down to her flat entrance. Quickly, she jammed her card into the slot and the door opened. Disappearing inside, she stuck her head out and peered around, checking once more before closing the door. As was her habit, she locked all 10 of the various security devices on the door before she pulled the precious package from under her coat. If a PMP wanted to get in, those devices wouldn't stop them, but what it would do was slow them down enough that she could slide out the secret exit in her closet and have a chance of getting away with the evidence.

After putting her coat in the closet, she held the package close to her chest and walked through the small apartment, checking each room for bugs or intruders. Once she assured herself it was safe, she carried the package into the bedroom and sat it on the bed. Again, in the interest of security, she engaged multiple devices on the bedroom door, essentially barricading herself in. Then she turned on the security system to the apartment. If someone were going to try to get in, she would know it.

After changing into her night attire, she slid into bed and grabbed the package. Carefully, as if she were unwrapping a delicate piece of crystal, she slid the contents out onto her lap. As she had thought, it was a book. From the look of the binding and how worn it was, she could tell it was probably hundreds of years old. Gently, she began to leaf through it, fascinated. By far this was the oldest piece of non-approved literature that she had ever come in contact with, both before and after she joined the 'Outlaws'. The pages of it where hand-made, and it wasn't printed with a printing press. All the writing and pictures were meticulously done by hand in one of the dead languages of years gone by. Fascinated, she carefully turned the pages, eyes drawn to the colorful drawings of figures engaged in all kinds of sexual positions.

Before long, as her eyes devoured the sexual drawings, she knew what she was looking at, even though she couldn't read the text. It was the ancient holy book, the Karma Sutra. After peering for a long time at a drawing where the couple was in a position that looked like it would be impossible for two normal beings to twist themselves into, she closed it and gazed over at a picture of her mother that sat in an elegant frame on the bureau. What would the upright and law-abiding woman think of her daughter Clarisse now? She would be appalled and disown her, Clarisse thought with a grin that turned up the corners of her lips and reached her sky-blue eyes.

Not only had she gone against the religious teachings of the government as well as breaking several laws by looking at non-approved reading material, she was one of the foulest of the foul; a smuggler, the kind of criminal that was considered the lowest form of life. Some of the strictest warnings of the World Peace Government and Religion were issued against them; warning citizens against the criminals that sought to undermine the government stability by preserving and disseminating "non-approved" and "blasphemous" art forms.

While she had been raised as a good and proper "exceptional person" by her parents and the schools, learning only what was "government and religious approved", she now knew the history behind the world she lived in, the history she wasn't suppose to know. Most who went through the school systems did so blindly and didn't question what they were taught. Those kinds of people believed that the world had always been this way. She, on the other hand, knew better.

It was back in the mid-21st century when the world as they knew it began to form. At that time there had been many countries and governments, not the one-world government there is today. It had been a fairly censorship-free society at the time, but slowly what was termed, "political correctness run amok", people trying to censor things they didn't like, had begun.

At first it was just images and some of the written word that had been affected, mostly stuff that was just found on the internet. Gradually though, it began to seep into the rest of society. Powerful religious groups began to go after what they proclaimed to be "offensive" in art, music, books, etc. and politicians, eager to keep their comfortable jobs, bowed to the pressure and things began to vanish. Books, TV shows, movies, and artwork all began to disappear, deemed inappropriate and offensive by a governmental office made to deal with such matters. Schools were beginning to censor what was taught with only the privately-funded ones escaping governmental scrutiny.

As this began to move further and further into public life and more became affected, the warnings of the dystopian societies written about in fictional books began to be heard. While most of the population was alarmed, not much was really done to halt the progression. As travel and communications became more advanced, the movement began to spread worldwide. In the year 2125, when organizations fought for and were granted the right to cover up the nudity of Michelangelo's David and the Venus de Milo, the World Today, one of the few periodicals that was not yet run by the government or the ruling religious parties, declared the New World Government and One World Religion so talked-about by conspiracy theorists was now in control. The magazine lasted for one month after that issue before it was forced to shut down by the censors of the United States government.

Twenty-five years later, they were proven right; the world's governments merged into one and the One World religion was founded. In the speeches and dispatches heralding that momentous event, it was said to usher in a peace such as never been known before for the world. That, sadly, didn't happen. Instead it started a global war that decimated a large portion of most countries.

Those that fought against the globalization had fought the good fight, but were sorely outnumbered and outgunned. When the weapons of mass destruction were launched against them, the war was over. While their numbers were catastrophically cut, they didn't surrender. Instead they went underground, living in the 'badlands' outside of cities, the places blasted into nothing but dirt and rocks, and used guerrilla tactics to attack government forces and wage a war to rescue all the artworks, books, and media they could get their hands on, to store them until a time came where they were again allowed.

While their attacks on the government and its censors were little more than an irritation to the massive political machine, something like a fly buzzing next to your ear, the mission of rescuing things before they were destroyed worked splendidly. Because of the advance of medical science, so many people lived longer and many remembered the time before the world was under one government. Those people helped, slipping them things before they could be locked away or destroyed.

She had been raised by a good, solid family - attending government-run schools all her life, doing as she was told, going to church as dictated, just like the daughter of two upstanding citizens should do. Never once did she question the "why" behind how things were done, taking at face value what she had been told and taught. While she was attending college, that all changed. As was expected of her, she took classes to become a government worker and parent, doing well and maintaining above-average grades.

One afternoon, on her way back from the shops, she passed a crowd of people heckling someone on a street corner. The young man, who was about her age but wasn't well-dressed and clean like they were required to be by governmental decree if you were in a public place, was ranting on about the way things once were, and how the government was lying to them. Averting her face, she kept walking as they had been taught to do if they ran across these kinds of dissenters. However, his voice was loud enough that she could hear his words for the next few blocks. Not knowing why or how, his words stuck with her. Throughout her afternoon classes and then in her dorm room, she thought about what she had heard. The thought that there was once a world free of most religious/governmental controls opened something within her, even if it was something that sounded so farfetched that it couldn't be real.

Shaking herself, chiding that he was one of those mentally-unstable people they were warned about, she pushed his words out of her mind, or tried to anyway. But Pandora's Box had been opened and now there was no shutting it. It ignited her imagination, causing her to think and wonder what the world could be like if what he said was true. In the guise of a school project on crime, she began researching the dissenters. While most was what the government and religion wanted them to know, she did find out enough to fuel her curiosity. When the paper was done, her mind was in turmoil as to what to believe. No longer believed what she had always been told was "right and proper", there was too much doubt about their intentions now. One night, after a vivid dream about what she had learned of the past, she resolved to find out what she could. Maybe she would even try to find the man she had heard speak.

Slowly, and proceeding with extreme caution, she started her search. While it wasn't easy, as a matter of fact it was downright scary at times, she found him. The Arch-Angel, as he was called, opened her eyes to a completely new world. Books, art, music, etc that the government had deemed "non-approved" were now accessible, something she took full advantage of. The more she read, studied, or listened to them, the more she was able to see how wrong it was for the government to censor them.

Even though she was horrified and no longer believed the government had the general populace's best interests in mind, she wasn't sure if she wanted to join the cause. What finally caused her to commit to the fight was a science fiction book about a dystopian, futuristic society. The more she read, the more horrified she became. While the book was written in the early twentieth century and was fictional, it was a very accurate description of modern society. Seeing things through the words in the book, she was given a glimpse of the consequences that would almost surely happen in the future. That is when she began to get scared. But it also made the decision for her. She could not step back and let it continue.

Giving up all she had treasured and thought she couldn't live without, she walked away from the only life she had ever known, as well as society in general, and joined the outlaws. She was honest enough with herself to know that what they did probably wasn't going to change much of anything at the current time, but she hoped against hope that their fight would benefit future generations, enabling them to bring back the freedoms people once had enjoyed. That legacy they all hoped to leave was what kept them going.

Shaking the thoughts of her mother out of her head, she resumed looking at the illustrations. Because of governmental rules about sexuality, and its insistence that sex was only to be done for procreation, she had never been exposed to anything like what she was seeing. While she had been introduced to the pleasures of sex shortly after she joined the ragtag bunch and had encountered many things of a sexual nature, nothing could have prepared her for those drawings. She had read and heard about the book, but written descriptions couldn't fully describe the impact of the visuals. Of course her reaction to them was fairly predictable; they turned her on.

Sliding her hand into her sleep shorts she began to rub her clit. Resting against the headboard, she shut her eyes and began to think about the pictures. Shivering a bit, her finger rubbed and flicked against the sensitive bud, causing jolts of pleasure to shoot through her body. Soon her curly auburn hair was drenched with sweat, plastering it to her head in thick curls. As her finger danced her closer to an orgasm, all of her 110-lb body quivered and shook.

Feeling herself near that brink, her fingers moved faster. Panting heavily, she began to squirm around on the bed, unable to hold still as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Suddenly her joints seemed to lock up and her whole body stiffened as her orgasm enveloped her. Clenching her teeth, she arched her hips off the bed and shuddered. Jolt after shuddering jolt of pure, intense pleasure engulfed her body, making her shake violently.

After it ended, she collapsed back onto the bed, her body feeling as though it was made of jelly. Her clit was still throbbing slightly and errant jolts still coursed through her here and there. Exhausted by the sheer intensity of the orgasm, all she could really think about was going to sleep. Getting up, legs still a bit shaky, she closed the book and stashed it safely away. Crawling back into bed, she curled up and shut her eyes, and then started to nod off, a small, contented smile on her face.