The young woman pauses in front of the door, squinting to check the name-plate before taking a moment to compose herself. Straightening her dark green dress, she breathes deeply, then knocks.The door opens. “Welcome - you must be Sophie?” A slightly older woman says, her voice formal, but not unkind. “My name is Inquisitor Jenkins - I will be carrying out your interrogation today.” Sophie blinks and nods - a little startled by the frank reality of the introduction.“Please - come in and sit down.” The woman’s face is softly rounded, and her figure is gently curved. Her tightly plaited brown hair and white lab coat give her an air of gentle competence.Ushering Sophie in she gestures to one of two simple metal chairs. Sophie nods her thanks, glancing around as she tries to take in as many details as she can of the small room. Her gaze is drawn to an intimidating structure that evokes a combination of an exercise machine and a gynecologist’s chair.Trying to stifle her anxious curiosity Sophie tears her eyes away from the device. Smoothing her crushed velvet dress underneath her, she sits down, focusing her attention on the inquisitor.“Don’t be nervous Sophie.” The woman offers, sitting down opposite Sophie and pulling her chair forward to bring the two of them a little closer together. “It’s good that you have come in to speak to me voluntarily. It will be viewed positively by the review committee.”Sophie nods uneasily, shifting nervously in her seat “Yes Inquisitor Jenkins. Thank you”. She manages.“Forgive me Sophie - there’s no need for formality between us - you can call me ‘Miss Jenkins’ if it helps to put you at ease.”“T-thank you - M-Miss Jenkins.” Sophie stammers, unable to conceal her trepidation.“We’re just going to have a casual conversation Sophie.” Miss Jenkins soothes. “The most important thing is that you must be one hundred percent honest with me. Do you think you can do that?”“Erm - yes. I mean yes Miss Jenkins - of course - I - I’ll do my best.” Sophie stammers.An astute observer might have seen the slightest of frowns pass over the woman’s face before it was replaced by a reassuring smile. “Of course you will Sophie. Of course you will. You see - if you have nothing to hide, then you need have no concern at all. On the other hand, if there is anything that you need to confess, it is important that you let me know right away. When we confess our sins and repent then forgiveness is always available. It is only obstinate refusal to confess and repent that condemns us - do you understand?”“Y-yes Miss Jenkins? I-I think so?” Sophie manages, suddenly aware of a lump deep in her throat.“Very good Sophie - well - if you’re ready then let’s get started. I’ll leave you alone for a moment while you change out of your clothes.” Seeing Sophie’s eyes widen in surprise the inquisitor extends a hand conspiratorially. “Oh I’m sorry Sophie - is that not what you were expecting? I’m afraid even though you are here voluntarily I still have to follow the procedures. I’m sure you understand that the rules have to be applied equally to everyone?”Sophie nods, trying to disguise her misgivings at the thought of being naked in front of the inquisitor. “If you would be more comfortable I can leave you a set of underwear you can wear during your examination - it’s a courtesy we sometimes extend to cooperative subjects.”Sophie nods again. “Y-yes - yes please - thank you Miss Jenkins.”“Very good then - I’ll leave you alone for a couple of minutes.” She stands, and, opening a cabinet drawer she produces a folded white cotton bundle which she sets down on the work surface. “If you want to get changed and put these on I will be back shortly.”——As the door closes Sophie realizes she has begun to shiver. She feels cold even though her body is sweating with fear. She wonders briefly whether she made the right decision. She had believed that volunteering to answer questions would spare her the ignominy of being treated like a common criminal.Glancing around the room again she tries not to let her gaze linger on the apparatus that she fears has been prepared for her. Instead, confronting the reality that she has no choice but to comply, she bends to unbuckle and remove her patent leather shoes, then slides her socks off.Standing, she reaches behind her neck to unfasten the clasp on the high neck of her dress. Raising her hands above her head, she wriggles out of it before folding and placing it on top of the chair.Self-conscious in only her bra and panties, she clenches her arms tightly to her side. Picking up the cotton bundle she unfolds the two items, examining them briefly. Sighing deeply, she places her thumbs under the seams of her own cream colored knickers and pulls them down.Bending to step out of them, she places them on top of her dress, rushing to pull on the white cotton panties. High-cut and slightly large for her, she is grateful for the small amount of modesty they offer.Reaching behind her back, she fumbles awkwardly with the clasp as she unfastens her bra, letting her breasts spill free as she removes the garment. Underwired, the thick shoulder straps have an understated lace trim.She is uncomfortable baring her chest, even alone. She has never considered it to be excessively large, but has always taken pains to try not to be a cause of temptation for her brothers in Christ who might gaze on them.She stretches the white cotton bralet over her head, pulling and tugging it into position. Frowning awkwardly at the lack of support as her breasts hang freely, she is nonetheless grateful that the thin white cotton covers her adequately. The question of why she cannot simply keep her own underwear on occurs to her, but she pushes it to the back of her mind.Trying to remember whether Miss Jenkins instructed her to sit down on the frame or not, she decides that she was given no instructions. She takes a moment to tidy her pile of clothes before anxiously adjusting the white cotton underwear again.——The wait seems interminable, but at last the door opens as the inquisitor breezes back into the room. “Very good Sophie - now let’s get you seated.” She says, gesturing to the padded frame. “Hop on up please.”Sophie feels her legs go weak at the thought, blood seeming to rush from her head. Lightheaded, she forces herself to make the four steps over to the seat, fearing she might faint before she reaches the chair. As unfamiliar as the frame’s design is, its application is clear. Seated in it her legs will be spread wide - her most intimate parts will be lewdly displayed and her body completely exposed.She turns around, breathing deeply to try to calm herself, pressing her back against the padded vertical. Feeling the gentle pressure on her spine, she tries to ground herself as she looks at the two gently concave arms that protrude forward and to each side of her in a wide ‘V’. The thought of her thighs spread that wide makes her heart pound, her breathing coming shallow and fast. Memories come unbidden of, even as a young girl, being taught always to keep her legs together in chaste modesty.Coming back into the moment, and seeing the slight look of impatience on the inquisitors face, she places her hands on the padded leg-supports. Knowing what she must do, she lifts herself off the ground, spreading her legs wide as she does so.Panicking for a moment, she struggles to conform herself to the device. She fumbles, her buttocks and thighs searching for a resting place, then finally finding the required position, she slumps awkwardly in the curved forms.The frame supports her body, her weight resting on her thighs. She pauses for a moment, trying to calm her fear and slow her panting breath. She glances down, embarrassed by the reality of her spread legs. She whimpers at the indignity of her exposed buttocks and private parts, the scant protection of the thin cotton underwear feeling utterly inadequate. She tenses again, unable to stop herself from squirming in the seat, searching for a more comfortable and modest position. Instinctively she tries to close her thighs, the fruitless effort only pushing her body against the upright.——“That’s right Sophie - very good. Now hold still while I secure you and then we can begin.” Miss Jenkins steps behind the apparatus, out of Sophie’s sight, fastening a thick nylon strap around Sophie’s waist. Sophie flinches nervously as the woman’s hands touch her exposed belly, trying to stifle a sobbing whimper as the strap is pulled securely across her abdomen.The sudden pressure makes Sophie gasp, the thick strap squeezing her abdomen tightly. She squirms, trying to escape the uncomfortable pressure on her bladder, sitting up and pushing her spine firmly against the padded upright of the frame to try to alleviate the sudden need to urinate.Struggling with the fear of her powerlessness, Sophie tries to stifle her instinct to resist. She lets her left arm go limp as the woman takes hold of her wrist, guiding it gently behind Sophie’s back and cuffing it to the upright, then securing her right wrist in the same way. Pausing for a moment to let Sophie try to adjust to the uncomfortable position, Miss Jenkins watches with a slight smile.With her wrists cuffed behind her at her waist, Sophie’s shoulders are pulled back, her breasts pushed forward. The position exaggerates her exposure and vulnerability, and she whimpers softly, her eyes following the inquisitor anxiously. Miss Jenkins meets Sophie’s gaze. “It’s OK Sophie.” She soothes. “I’m sorry this is necessary - but I know that you understand that I can’t give you special treatment just because your father is a senior party member.”Sophie nods, trying to stifle her terror and stop herself from trembling involuntarily in her tight restraints. “That’s good - not much more now.” Miss Jenkins bends down, taking Sophie’s ankles one at a time and each one below the seat. “Last ones.” She smiles, and Sophie jumps reflexively as the woman touches her inner thigh tightening a wide strap on first one, then the other thigh.Stepping back, Miss Jenkins smiles slightly. The final restraint is symbolic more than practical - Sophie’s legs are already held wide open - but the effect is powerful. She watches Sophie tug helplessly against her bonds - unable to stop herself as she is overwhelmed by her anxiety.——“There we go Sophie.” Miss Jenkins says softly, pulling up a stool and sitting down between the restrained woman’s splayed legs. “Now - can you take a couple of deep breaths and settle yourself for me?”Sophie’s eyes are wide, her breathing shallow and fast as she struggles to come to terms with her predicament. The straps expose her with a relentless efficiency, denying her any refuge. She nods, trying to breathe deeply, the intrusive pressure of the belt across her belly making even this uncomfortable and strange.“Good girl.” Miss Jenkins says, reaching out to brush Sophie’s face with her fingers. “You have such a pretty face.”“Th-thank you M-Miss.” Sophie stammers, still shivering with fear, striving to overcome her misgivings, wanting to trust the woman and perform her duty.“Now - for the record Sophie, your interview is being recorded. The camera above you is focussed on your face, and one behind me that gives a full body view. This is standard procedure, and the recording is totally private. The only way that it would ever be shared publicly is if charges were brought against you related to this case and it were entered into the court record. I’m sure you don’t have to worry about that though Sophie.”Sophie nods nervously, struggling come to terms with the fact that her interview is not at all what she had expected. Squinting, her eyes search for the small devices, trying to suppress her shock and distress at the idea of her indignity being filmed.“Now - would you please state your name, age, and marital status for the record Sophie?”“Erm -.” Sophie stammers. “S-Sophie Harris Miss. I’m 22 Miss, and I’m not married Miss.”“And Sophie - can you say for the record why you are not married?”“Erm? I-erm - I never - I mean - I wanted to pursue my studies Miss Jenkins - and the - erm - the opportunity never presented itself Miss.”Reaching out her hand, Miss Jenkins lets her fingers follow the line of Sophie’s neck down to her collar bone. She smiles slightly as she watches Sophie flinch, trying to recoil, but held firmly in place by the chair.“You don’t have to be nervous Sophie - you have a very beautiful body.” She lets her hand linger, seeming almost to relish Sophie’s discomfort as she moves her fingers, brushing the side of Sophie’s breast through the thin layer of fabric. “Ah - there we go!” She says, almost to herself, a satisfied smile crossing her face as she watches Sophie’s nipples tense and tighten, forming two firmly raised buttons. “I wondered whether your nipples would be as generously proportioned as your breasts.”Sophie twists in shocked indignation, trying to escape Miss Jenkins’s hands as the inquisitor toys with her. She thrashes ineffectively in her tight bonds, her fear and outrage finally greater than her timid desire to please her inquisitor. She cries out, as Miss Jenkins takes ones of her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, continuing to squirm helplessly. As she protests. “No - please! Stop! Please! You shouldn’t be touching me like that!”Miss Jenkins moves her hand to cup one of Sophie’s breasts, waiting for Sophie to cease her struggling. Panting, her face flushed with humiliation and anger, Sophie shakes her head as if trying to wake from a bad dream. “Miss! Please stop. I’m sorry Miss but - I - please Miss!”“Shhh….” Miss Jenkins whispers, gently pulling back, watching Sophie’s body with interest. “Try to calm yourself Sophie. Girls like you with larger breasts are naturally sensitive, but sexual arousal is not a sin Sophie. I know that you have received spiritual instruction in this matter.” Sophie nods, looking down in shame as she avoids the inquisitor’s gaze.“A woman’s sexual desire and arousal is given to her by God Sophie. It’s not a sin for a woman to be sexually aroused - a healthy sex drive is God’s way of calling us to the vocation of marriage and motherhood.”Sophie nods slowly, still not meeting the gaze of the inquisitor.“The only sin would be if a woman tried to quench that need by herself, wouldn’t it Sophie?”“Yes. Yes Miss Jenkins.” She whispers, flushing uncomfortably at the topic of conversation.“Come now Sophie - we are both grown women - we can talk about our sexual desire without being embarrassed.” Sophie nods meekly, and the inquisitor takes her chin in her hand, guiding the woman’s face upward and forcing her to make eye contact.“You know that God’s plan for us is for our husbands to satisfy our carnal needs through intercourse inside of the covenant of marriage, don’t you Sophie?”“Yes Miss Jenkins?” Sophie offers.“Do you ever have feelings of sexual desire Sophie? Miss Jenkins asks, a softer tone in her voice.“Erm - I-I don’t know? I suppose? Sometimes? A little?” She stammers, afraid to lie, but confused about the response the inquisitor wants.“‘Sometimes? A little’?” The inquisitor mimics, smiling gently. “Of course you do Sophie. I think all girls do. Remember Sophie it’s not a sin to feel sexually aroused.”“N-no Miss Jenkins.”“It’s a question of what we chose to do as a result of that arousal isn’t it Sophie?”“Yes - yes Miss Jenkins?”“Do you ever touch your breasts Sophie?”“No! No Miss Jenkins - no!” Sophie blurts out, shaking her head emphatically, anxious at the expression on Miss Jenkins’ face. “I mean - sometimes - but not like that - only when I wash myself - to keep clean Miss Jenkins!”“Ah! Yes - yes of course Sophie - I understand. Of course. Of course you touch your breasts to clean them. Cleanliness is next to Godliness.” She smiles.“What about your vulva Sophie - do you ever touch yourself there?”“M-Miss? Y-yes Miss…” Sophie stammers, anxious about the direction the interview is taking. “I mean - I touch myself - there - when I wipe to - to stay clean Miss Jenkins - but - but never to make myself - I mean - not like that.”“You touch yourself - but not like ‘that’ Sophie?” Miss Jenkins asks, an edge to her voice that frightens Sophie. “I think I’d like to understand that a little better what you mean by ‘that’.” She reaches forward towards Sophie, one hand resting gently on one of the girl’s inner thighs, the finger tips of the other hand barely grazing the strip of thin cotton between Sophie’s legs.Sophie jerks wildly in response to the touch, letting out a shriek of outrage. Miss Jenkins watches with interest, letting Sophie wrench back and forth in her tight bonds, the pain of her struggle evident in her face. Indignant at the casual violation, and humiliated by her helplessness, she strains once more against the fastenings.Grunting in frustration at her powerlessness, her body sweating with exertion, she slumps in her restraints, yielding, tense and motionless as Miss Jenkin’s fingers play teasingly on the fabric of her panties.“Let’s take a closer look shall we? I’d like to get a better idea of how your body responds when it’s touched.——Sophie tries to control her breathing, shaking with fear as Miss Jenkins’ fingers probe her crotch through the thin panties. “No-no please!” She whimpers as the inquisitor lets one finger slide under the seam, tracing the edge of the fabric, watching Sophie squirm uselessly, held in place by the unyielding device.Her fingers gently nuzzle and probe girl’s sex, teasing and exploring, watching Sophie’s expression with interest, taking in the way she strains to evade the touch. “So this kind of touch is completely unfamiliar to you Sophie?”Panting, shaking her head as a bead of sweat runs down her forehead onto her face, Sophie says. “No - no Miss - no - I - only to wipe myself Miss - please please stop please!”The inquisitor lets her fingers come to a rest, exerting firm but delicate pressure on Sophie’s sex. “So you’ve never felt aroused while you were washing? Never felt a tingle of pleasure in your breasts or your vulva?”“I-I - no - I mean - maybe Miss - but it was an accident. I-I didn’t do it to make myself feel good Miss.”“Hmm….” Miss Jenkins muses. “So what did you do when you started to feel aroused Sophie?”“I- I stopped Miss - I stopped and - and just ignore the feeling - I put the thoughts out of my mind Miss - and - and got dressed immediately Miss - I promise!”Sophie’s eyes are wide with fear, her legs pushing upwards in a futile attempt to escape the inquisitor’s fingers on her sex. “I’m sure you did Sophie. I’m sure you did. You know that gratifying yourself sexually would be a sin don’t you Sophie? What would you call a girl who tried to satisfy her sexual craving herself instead of through submission to her husband?”Sophie shivers, feeling suddenly exposed in a much more profound and intimate way. “Yes Miss - I mean Oh! A-erm- oh no! I-I don’t know Miss! I don’t know I’m sorry Miss!” She stammers.“Oh come now Sophie - what would be the word for a girl who tried to ignore God’s calling for her? A girl who not only ignored God’s command, but rejected it actively by dishonoring her God-gifted sexuality in the most sordid and selfish way possible?”Miss Jenkins pulls back, letting her gaze survey the girl as she shudders pathetically in the chair, sweat dripping from her tormented body as she slouches downcast in the inflexible bonds.Nervously, her voice quiet with shame, she manages. “A-a s- a slut Miss Jenkins?”“That’s right Sophie.” Miss Jenkins says encouragingly. “She would be a slut - and a heretic Sophie. She would be rejecting God’s call - arrogantly believing that she had the right to thwart God’s plan for her. By trying to quench her sexual hunger herself - by dishonoring herself with the pleasure and release that she should meekly request from her husband - she would be cheating God and her future husband. By withholding the offering of her body for childbearing she would be cheating the whole of society. What would happen to a girl like that Sophie?”“I-I don’t know Miss?” Sophie lies, her voice weak at he woman’s rebuke.“Oh, you don’t? Hmm…” Miss Jenkins muses. “Actually - I think you do. But let’s take a closer look at you while I explain shall we Sophie?” Miss Jenkins reaches under the seat, producing a large pair of scissors. Sophie flinches as the woman lifts the thin fabric of the bra and makes three snips the flimsy garment, tugging it away so Sophie’s breasts hang free.“No - no please Miss - please don’t - please - I’ll tell you anything - please!”“I know you will Sophie.” The inquisitor says softly. “I understand that this process is not easy, but I need to remind you that I expect 100% cooperation from you Sophie. When I hear you whine and protest, and when I hear you keeping telling me ‘no’ and to ‘stop’ it sounds like you are trying to obstruct your interrogation.”“No - I mean yes Miss - I - of course - I’m sorry Miss -” Sophie stammers, gasping as Miss Jenkins tugs at the fabric of her panties with her fingers. “Now look at that.” She muses. “It looks like you’re quite wet down there Sophie.” Snipping the knickers at the crotch and the waist with the scissors, she pulls them away, watching the girl try to stifle her fear and humiliation at her nakedness.“I’d like to understand a little better just how your body responds to arousal Sophie. I’m going to touch you a little while we talk, and all you have to do is what you would normally do if you became aroused - just ignore it and put the thoughts out of your mind - ok?”

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