Lush Dare

My name is Violet. I'm 18. I live in one of the most conservative towns in the New Order, a right-wing government that has forced its way into control of the southern part of the United States. Living under the New Order isn't horribly different from the usual right-wing portion of the US, unless you're a woman.

Strict rules have been implemented to keep us pure and safe. We are expected to wear plain, shapeless dresses that come down to mid-calf. The dresses must have sleeves that go down to mid-arm. The neck lines must not fall more than 0.5 inches below the collar bone.

Women don't own property. We cannot have jobs. We are supposed to marry a provider, a man.

I don't want this. That's why I'm joining the Veil.

The Veil is a place where virgin men and women can remain unmarried and celibate. My parents call it a cult. Many of the people in the New Order do, too.

They are fairly secretive, so I understand how it could be viewed that way, but I've done my research. The men and women in the Veil live simple lives without technology. They are entirely self-sufficient, relying on farms and clean energy. They are peaceful. Both sexes have their places, but no one is forced into marriage, unlike everyone else in the New Order.

I say goodbye to my parents, who ignore me completely, and leave with only the clothes on my back. You can bring nothing with you into the Veil.

I call a car (exclusively for women) to take me there. The driver gives me a dirty look when he sees the destination, but I pay him no mind. I've already paid him with the meager allowance I managed to stash from my parents. He has to finish his job.

We pull up to a large, white building set in a beautiful town. Horse-drawn carriages pass by with passengers craning their necks to get a look at the new member in her forbidden car.

When I get out, I'm greeted warmly by two men who I'd guess to be in their late forties. One, a balding man with a wispy brown mustache, wears rectangular glasses with thin silver frames. The other is a plump, short man with thinning blonde hair. Both wear white linen shirts and pants.

"Violet?" asks the glasses-wearing man.

"That's me," I reply with a shy smile.

The men beam at me.

"Welcome," he says. "We are so happy to have you. Please follow us."

The men turn and walk into the building. Inside, the floor is white, shining tile matched by painted white walls. They lead me into a room with an exam table. The man with glasses speaks again.

"Allow us to introduce ourselves. I'm Amon, the supervisor for new recruits. This is Paul. He performs physical examinations for all incoming members."

"A doctor?" I ask.

"Not quite," says Paul with a wink. "We believe in holistic practices here. No chemicals."

I nod, smiling.

"I'll leave you two in private to finish the examination, then you can meet me in the lobby for the next part of intake," says Amon, and he leaves the room.

Paul smiles at me and gestures to the exam table where there is a white dress made of white linen. "Please go ahead and dress in your new attire. Knock on the door when you are ready. I'll take care of your old clothes for you later. Please recall that you can bring nothing from your past life into the Veil."

Paul steps out of the room, shutting the door behind him. I strip down to my underwear and hesitate for a moment, as there are no new bra or underwear or even shoes set out for me. I know the rules, though, so I take those off too and fold everything before I set my old clothes aside.

I slip into the gown, which fits loosely and follows the rules set by the New Order. I feel a bit uncomfortable from the lack of bra. I have full breasts, and my nipples are poking out from the cold of the room. I don't want Paul to see them. But, I remind myself, I do not have to worry about lusty men here. After taking a deep breath, I knock on the door to let Paul know I'm ready. The door opens immediately.

Paul smiles and his eyes take in the gown. Do they linger on my nipples for a moment too long? I cross my arms over my chest. He smiles widely.

"Now, as you know, all who come here must be virginal. We must take men at their word, but women have an easy way to tell."

My breath catches.

"I will need to inspect your hymen. Please lay down on the exam table and spread your legs."

I hesitate, searching Paul's eyes for signs of malfeasance as a jolt of cold fear comes over me. No man has ever looked at me there before.

"It is required," he says sympathetically. "But of course, you can still change your mind and leave the premises."

I take a deep breath and steel myself. I cannot go back to the New Order.

I lay on my back on the exam table with my legs tightly shut. I take a deep breath and before I'm ready, Paul nudges them apart.

He takes out a speculum that looks impossibly large and coats it in lube, all while staring at my exposed vagina. His cheeks seem to flush. Does his breathing quicken? Is there a newly forming bulge in his pants, or was it just naturally prominent?

He spreads my labia apart with ungloved hands and smiles at me again.

"You shave."

My throat is so dry that I just barely manage a "yes."

"Good. Easier to see everything."

Paul opens my pussy wider- that's what it feels like in this moment. Not a vagina, a pussy. But I know I'm just overreacting because I'm embarassed.

He inserts the speculum and I gasp at the invasion. He chuckles.

"I can already tell you're a virgin by that gasp and how tight that speculum fit. I knew you were a good girl. You will do well in the Veil."

I can't focus on what he's saying because he's taking out a pen light and looking inside of my pussy and I feel faint.

"Hmm," he mutters. "Kind of hard to see, but it could be because youre so tight. That's okay, though, I'll just do a manual exam." He smiles widely at me again and gently pulls the speculum out. I let out a breath I didnt know I'd been holding.

My relief is short-lived, however, because he then pushes an ungloved finger inside of me. He closes his eyes and presses forward until I feel a dull ache and his finger seems to meet resistance.

"Ah, there's that little cherry," he says. He pulls out his finger excessively slowly as he smiles. When he stands up straight I snap my legs shut.

"Very good. I'll report my findings to Amon and we'll get you moving along in the process. For the next part, we will need you to drink the Purifying Tea."

Paul opens a cabinet and pulls out a kettle. He dumps powder into a cup and waits a few seconds for the kettle to beep. He pours the hot water into the cup and hands it to me.

I sigh in relief. I knew about this part of the intake ceremony. I read about it.

"Go ahead and drink up. I'm going to let Amon know the results of your exam and I'll be back in a jiffy."

He turns to the door and at last, I'm alone. I breathe shakily as I drink deeply from my cup. The liquid is sweet and floral, and it's supposed to purify the body of any toxins from the outside world. My hammering heart starts to slow and I lean back on the exam table.

I have a nightmare. In it, Paul and Amon come back into the room. I can hear them, but I can't open my eyes or move.

"Her pussy is so fucking tight," Paul is saying. "We need to set the price high. And her little shitter is fucking tiny. I can only imagine how tight it is."

"Really?" says Amon, sounding impressed. "Most girls her age use their second hole as a work-around for staying a 'virgin.' I have to see it."

I feel Paul lift my legs into the air and spread them apart. Smooth fingers spread my cheeks so that my asshole is exposed.

"Holy shit," Amon murmurs. I feel his finger run around the rim.

"Told you," says Paul.

"I fucking want that," growls Amon, and I feel an increase in pressure as he rubs his finger around and around my hole.

"Easy, man. Think of how high the price goes for two tight-as-hell holes." Paul says.

The pressure lessens, but Amon's finger keeps swirling. "I might bid."

"You could do that."

"Did you put a finger in?" Amon asks.

"Not need. I can tell that tiny shitter has only ever been an exit."

"I think I ought to test it," says Amon and I can hear his smirk.

"Go ahead," says Paul wearily.

Amon presses his finger against my hole and a horrible burning sensation follows as it pops through my sphincter.

"Mmm," Amon moans. He pumps his finger a couple of times and them slowly pulls it out.

"Did her little pink pussy seem to like its first finger-fuck? It looks glistening." Amon strokes my slit with one finger.

"Honestly, I used lube. So I can't be sure." Paul sounds guilty.

"Idiot," Amon growls. Paul finally puts my legs down, but leaves them spread wide. "But look at those big tits. And her nipples could cut diamonds. She has to have liked it."

Suddenly there are fingers lightly stroking my right nipple through my gown. Amon and Paul both laugh.

"They're getting even harder."

"Let's take a looksie," says Amon and begins undoing some buttons across my shoulders. He pulls the top part of my dress down and my breasts are exposed to them.

"Damn," says Paul appreciatively, and I feel his warm hand squeeze my bare left breast. Amon squeezes my right nipple between two fingers until it hurts. I moan at the pain.