Denial Academy Pt. 01

TW for : Misogyny, noncon

Anna wasn't excited for her new school. After the implimentation of the new laws, all girls were sent to academies, learning how to be good girls.

The school, nicknamed Denial Academy, enforced a strict policy of chastity.

The year is 2135.

A letter came in the mail for Anna. One she had been dreading. Two months had passed since the new goverment had come into power, and already laws limiting the rights of women had been passed. It started simple, with abortion rights being stripped back, then divorces only being allowed in cases of extreme abuse. Now, girls were only allowed to work in a few fields, and they were forced to go to state schools, teaching obedience and skills related to being a housewife.

Anna had been one of the protesters in the beginning, but the efforts of her and her fellow activists was in vain. Now, the punishment for her actions was to go to a special re-eductation school for particulary unruly members of society. She had heard the horror stories, and she knew there was more going on than the stories that had made it to her.

She stared at the letter, her hands shaking slightly. It was an acceptance letter, congratulating her on being accepted to such a prestigious academy.

Dear Anna,

It is my privilege and honour to announce that you have been accepted to St. Lilith's School for Order and Discipline. This academy is happy to welcome you, and will help you to achieve the high standards set out by the government for girls. You are hereby invited to the next enrolment session, which is mandatory. If you do not show, you will be escorted forcefully from your home.

Your enrolment session will be the 2nd of September 2135 at 9am, which should only be a few days after you receive this letter.

To prepare for your enrolment, we suggest you follow the following guidelines.

1) Make sure you are clean when you arrive. We suggest showering the morning of your enrolment day, and shaving the day before. An inspection will take place on enrolment day, and if you are dirty, or hair is found in undesirable locations, you will be cleaned and waxed by our staff. This may be uncomfortable for some girls, so if you wish to avoid this, take care of your appearance before arriving.

2) Prepare appropriate clothing. Skirts must be no longer than mid-thigh, and no long sleeve shirt are permitted.

3) If you haven't already, cease your orgasms. Masturbation is still allowed, and encouraged, but you will be subjected to a wetness check on arrival, and frequent orgasms reduce wetness, meaning you may fail this check. Failure of the wetness check may result in spankings of your clitoris until desired wetness is achieved.

4) Do not bring anything that you wish to keep. Personal possessions will be confiscated on arrival, and you will be unable to get them returned as they will be sent to be burned and disposed of.

Again, it is our honour to welcome you to the academy, and we will do our best to ensure a good outcome from your education.

Regards,

Principal Smith.

That was what the letter said. She read it over and over, unable to believe her eyes. The crude language mixed with the formal tone was almost unbelievable. Her clit began to tingle, and she shook her head to clear her mind. They couldn't be serious. This was basically a sex prison!

But she knew she has no choice. So against her better judgement, she went to her closet and picked out an outfit. It wasn't that hard, most shops only stocked sexy clothes for girls now. A little miniskirt and a crop top, with heels. That would be appropriate for the uniform.

Next came her grooming. The enrolment was tomorrow, so she knew she had to do something.

She had always been a feminist before, and had kept her hairy legs and pussy as a statement. But now, she stepped into the shower, and shaved all the hair from the places deemed undesirable to be hairy.

Her pussy, her legs, her arms, her chest and belly. All were meticulously shaved until smooth and clean.

It felt slightly humiliating, but she couldn't help but moan when her legs pressed together now. Without the hair, the skin of her outer lips pressed onto her clit, creating delicious fiction.

After drying off, she lay on her bed, feeling the familiar tingle of arousal in her cunt. Her hand reached down to rub, but she remembered the guidelines of the letter. No orgasms.

She thought about disobeying, but the threat of having her clit spanked made her hold off. Instead, she spent her last evening of freedom edging herself. By the time her bedtime rolled around, her cunt was soaked, and her clit was swollen.

She fell asleep pretty easily, exhausted from rubbing herself silly the previous night.

Her dreams were erotic, as she imagined herself being used as a fuckdoll, by men who had no regard for her own pleasure. She had condemned such fantasies once, saying that women who wanted that had internalised misogyny.

The 6am alarm broke through her erotic fantasies, and she sat up in bed. She felt slightly embarrassed, knowing she had just fantasised about something she claimed to hate. What was happening? Was this just the edging, or something else?

Either way, she didn't have time to focus on that. She needed to get ready. But her clit demanded her attention. Just a few minutes of rubbing, she thought, it couldn't do any harm.

The tingle in her clit grew stronger as her fingers flicked and rubbed.

Just a few minutes turned into half an hour, by which point she managed to tear her fingers away and actually get ready for the day. Her cunt was dripping as she put on her miniskirt and crop top. Panties were no longer allowed, so her cunt juices were already threatening to drip down her thighs.

At least she wouldn't receive any clit spankings when she arrived.

The ride to the academy was torture. She had to take the bus as girls were prohibited from driving. This meant that she had to sit on a sticky bus seat, made even stickier from her wet, aching pussy. And to make matters worse, a man sat next to her. A bit too close for comfort.

Before this, she would have angrily confronted him, called him a pervert and moved away. But she knew such actions would only lead to her getting into trouble, so as the man casually put his hand on her thigh, she stayed still.

He didn't stop here though. Seeing her lack of resistance, his hand slipped under her skirt, gently teasing her already dripping cunt. A small chuckle left his lips as he felt her arousal.

"Someone's enjoying this. Such a dirty girl, enjoying being groped by a stranger."

His words made her grimace, but her greedy pussy gushed a little bit more.

The man's hands then moved away from her clit, making her have to bite back a whine. But she was soon subjected to him groping her tits. His hands reached under her crop top, and palmed her breasts like he owned them. He was relentless, pinching her nipples, squeezing her tits harshly. It was exquisite torture for Anna. One that she endured for half an hour, until the man finally got off at his stop.

After an hour of being on the bus, she finally arrived at the academy. A few other girls joined her in getting off the bus, and they all gave each other pitying looks, knowing that they were all in store for the same fate.

The academy was imposing. Anna had been told it was a prison before becoming a school, and it was obvious. High walls with barbed wire around the whole complex, a large gate with complex locks. Behind the gate stood the academy building proper. It looked like a medieval castle, with large towers, and dark gothic architecture. It was clearly intended to intimidate, and it worked.

The girls waited at the gate until an older woman came and unlocked it.

"Welcome to St. Liliths. Follow me."

Her voice was stern, and the girls felt compelled to follow her, not wanting to face any consequences. They were led to one of the main halls inside the building, and lined up.

This was it, Anna thought. This was the end of her freedom.

There were about twenty girls in the room, all looking a mixture of scared and curious. They all knew the horrors that awaited them.

And as the bell rang, signalling 9am, a man walked onto the stage in front of them. He was the principal. Mr Jacob Smith. A man notorious for his record. His school had an almost perfect rehabilitation program for feminists, and even ordinary students were turned into 'perfect' students.

He looked stern, and he addressed the girls with an almost smug voice.

"Welcome newcomers. To your new home for the foreseeable future. I know you are all strong-willed women, and I intend to break that will. I will return you to what nature intended, and what society expects.

Firstly, I can see you are all wearing appropriate clothing. Good. However, there is one thing that does need to be done. When I call your name, you will walk up to the stage and I will check how wet your vulva is. If you are not wet enough, then you will receive 10 smacks on my ruler on your clitoris. After this, you will all be fitted with a chastity belt."

The girls gasped. They didn't know that. A chastity belt? Meaning they wouldn't even have access to their own bodies?

The principal ignored their surprise, and looked down at his list.

"Anna Jenkins."

Shit. Anna was first. She walked up the stairs to the stage and stood next to the principal. She expected that he would check her pussy in private, but instead he flipped up her miniskirt in front of the others and spread the lips. An approving smirk formed on his face when he saw the arousal dripping down her legs.

"Good. A wet pussy is a healthy pussy."

With a quick rub of her clit, he pulled her skirt back down and sent her back down.

One by one, the girls were inspected. Only two failed to meet the wetness requirement, which resulted in the principal picking up his ruler. The girls were made to hold their own pussy lips open while he delivered harsh smacks to their clits. Pained whimpers and squeals filled the room as he spanked them into wetness.

By the time he was done, their clits were throbbing, red and aching. Wet arousal dripped down, and they were crying heavily.

They were sent back into line after they met the principal's requirements.

"Now, you will all be locked in your chastity belt, and shown to your dorm rooms." He said, and then two men walked in, holding boxes. They were opened to reveal chastity belts, custom made for the girl they were intended for.

Anna watched as one of the men approached her, and without even a look at her face, locked the belt around her waist. The belt was cold, and rubbed against her wet pussy. There was no way she would be able to touch herself with this thing on.

A few whimpers and whines filled the room as the girls were locked in chastity, but the principal and the men ignored them.

Then, to seal their fate, there were led to their dorm rooms.

Anna was the first, as her name was the first alphabetically, and so she was shoved into room one in the dorms. The door was locked behind her.

The room was rather large, which she hadn't expected. A comfortable bed lay in the corner, a desk with her schoolbooks already awaited her. The bathroom was equally nice, with a shower and bath, already loaded with fancy soaps. It didn't surprise her too much. Men expected women to smell good for them, so of course they made sure the girls wouldn't live in squalor while here.

Anna sat on her bed, feeling the cool steel against her clit. Maybe there was some way she could bypass it?

Lying down, she rubbed. Over the belt softly at first, but she felt nothing. Then she started humping her hand. Still nothing. Nothing worked. Her pussy was stuck, leaking and needy, and there was no way for her to even rub it.

The start to her ordeal in this academy was just beginning.