“I-I needed to cum so badly! Please! Please - I need to cum! Please - you don’t know what you’re doing to me! Help me please please I can’t bear it!” You beg, any concern for dignity cast-aside as your body convulses, desperate to satisfy your animal instincts.

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“So let me guess Fanny - you took the vibrator and put it against the chastity shield didn’t you? I know from the belt data logs and from your biometrics that it took you a long time. The belt has dampers to prevent just this kind of abuse, but you were determined, weren’t you Fanny?”

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For a moment you can’t respond, the feeling of her fingers inside you at the same time as she plays gently on your most intimate parts is intoxicating. She brings you back into the moment, placing a calming hand on your belly as she separates the delicate lips of your vulva with a finger. Your loins throb with need as you are laid open, the vulnerability of your subjugated body only making you wetter with arousal.

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“Yes!” You shout, both in answer to her question, and simultaneously imploring her to continue her exquisite stimulation. “Yes! I couldn’t bear it! I don’t know how long it took - hours maybe? The vibrations were so faint and frustrating through the belt but they still felt so good. It was incredible - my pussy was so sensitive - so wet and swollen. Suddenly I knew I was at the edge - there was nothing I could do to stop myself from cumming. I could feel my clit throbbing with ecstasy as my pussy spasmed in a way I’d never felt before  - it was so good - the best orgasm I have ever felt. I - oh please - please let me cum again please!”

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“No Fanny.” You hear, as the nurse slowly withdraws her finger from your swollen pussy. You twitch with anguished need as she places her open hand over your mons, her other hand resting on your belly. “Now Fanny, I’m not going to report your violation this time. I’m going to help you. I can’t let you orgasm Fanny, but I can make it a little easier for you. Do you understand?”

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“No no please - please I need it please don’t stop!” You hear yourself ramble incoherently as your body shivers hysterically. She smiles sympathetically, shaking her head.

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“First, I’m going to make sure you turn in your vibrator to me tomorrow, you naughty girl! Then there are some upgrades to your belt that I think would help. Lastly though, there is a drug that I can can prescribe that will help you manage your libido. It won’t take away your need, but it will make it easier to bear.” Your breathing starts to return to normal, your heart rate starts to slow. You listen to the nurse, becoming aware of your debased and sweat covered body, nodding as you sob in despair at your punishment.

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Nurse Anders works gently but quickly. You blush with the shame of your frustrated humiliation as she wipes the sheen of vaginal secretions from your pussy, her touch no longer focussed on stoking your fire. She places the belt around your waist, clicking it into place, and then lifts your buttocks to install the vaginal shield. “Some women respond well to a permanently installed dilator Fanny - that’s a dildo to you and me! The feeling of being filled can dull some of the need to orgasm. I don’t think I’m going to try you on that today. I have given you a new crotch plate with an integrated clitoral electrode though.”

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You wince as you feel the smooth cold of the unyielding metal against your inflamed pussy, your body struggling to accept that release is now out of reach one more. “It shouldn’t really be called a clitoral electrode - it just rests against the vulva, so you won’t feel it in normal use. It’s linked to your biometrics though - if your level of vaginal blood flow gets too high it will deliver a high voltage electric shock to your clitoral area.” Her smile vanishes for a moment, a serious tone in her voice. “I do need to warn you Fanny - you must take it seriously - the electrode delivers a VERY motivating shock. I’m happy to demonstrate it, but I do not recommend that you experiment with it.”

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As she begins to unfasten your wrist straps, she strokes your belly one more time, almost affectionately. “Its important to understand Fanny that chastity probation isn’t just a punishment - its a scientifically studied rehabilitation technique. Keeping the consequences of your crime highly present in your mind for a sustained period helps motivate you to reform your behavior. That said, I do want to help you cope without breaking your parole terms.” She smiles kindly, releasing the rest of your straps, and gesturing for you to get dressed.

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“The medicine I’m going to prescribe is a libido suppressant - it will help you to feel less horny, but it has an important side effect - it does promote rapid weight gain. I think that’s going to be quite motivating for you Fanny. I can see from your notes that you struggle to maintain your weight, and that you’re self-conscious about your body. This is going to give you the option to have some help managing your sexual frustration, but at a cost. From a correctional perspective it’s important to keep the punishment present in your consciousness. Well - if you don’t have any questions Fanny, I’ll see you tomorrow - you can pick up your prescription from the front desk.”

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Head down, trying to avoid the humiliation of eye contact, you wait patiently at the front desk. Half a dozen women who you presume are also here for probation appointments sit waiting on plastic chairs, all of them engrossed in a magazine or newspaper, apparently equally keen to avoid the embarrassment of human interaction. After a moment a young woman emerges, and smiles warmly at you. “How can I help you this morning?” She can’t be more than 19 you think, and waifishly thin. Mumbling that you need a prescription filled, you slide the small piece of paper over the counter to her. She looks at it briefly. “OK - Fanny - give me two minutes and I will get this for you.”

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She disappears back into what you assume is the stock-room, and you glance nervously around the room. You notice that all of the women are wearing loose fitting dresses or skirts, presumably because pants of any kind are difficult when you’re wearing a chastity device. You wonder whether all of them are finding the punishment as hard as you are. Your gaze lingers on each of them in turn, your imagination picturing them lying, naked, their fingers exploring the edge of their crotch plate, searching fruitlessly for a way to satisfy their hungry pussies.

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“Fanny? Fanny?” You hear the young lady calling you, and you realize to your horror that your own hand has drifted down to the steel plate on your belt, your fingers tracing your metal prison through the thin fabric of your dress as your brain is distracted with frustration-driven fantasies.

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“Erm -yes - sorry - I was just - erm - yes!” You reply, straitening up, you face flushing red with embarrassment.

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“That’s quite all right Fanny.” The girl says, smiling kindly as she hands you a small bottle of pills and a page of printed material. “Now, I see you haven’t used this drug before, so I’m going to talk you through it.” Your heart sinks as you hear a rustle of paper, casting a glance over your shoulder you see all eyes on you, each woman apparently as curious about your fate as they are nervous about their own.

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You’re painfully aware that the whole room can hear her as she begins to give you your instructions. “Now - this drug is typically prescribed for women having difficulty managing sexual frustration. You can take one pill as often as you need to to help control your need.” You nod quickly, your face still flushed with embarrassment, hoping that she is done.

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“Now Fanny, this drug works by causing the hunger and sexual arousal pathways to become confused. The practical upshot is that when you take the drug satiation of hunger will reduce your sexual craving. Most women report that it doesn’t take away the sexual itch, but it can reduce it when the hunger satiation triggers are full activated. That means the stretch receptors in your belly, the swallow receptors in your throat, and the receptors that pick up sugars and fats in the blood.” You’re not certain, but you feel that she almost increases the volume of her voice, smiling innocently as if she is unaware that she is flouting any privacy you may have hoped for.

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“There’s no concern with overdose - the drug is very safe, but there are side effects you should be aware of. The drug slows the metabolism and increases the tendency of the body to deposit fat on the belly area. It doesn’t actually increase hunger Fanny, but it might feel that way to you if you’re very sexually aroused. To be effective at managing libido it must be paired with hunger satiation. A lot of girls find that they need to binge eat to get relief. Every woman responds slightly differently, but trials show pairing the drug with anywhere between 1 and 5 pints of ice cream gives the kind of quantity of sugars and fats that produce effective results in most women. If you have exceptional self control you might be able to obtain relief with less. Of course - if you had a lot of self control your probation officer probably wouldn’t need to prescribe this for you through! Do you have any questions?”

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She smiles politely, and you shake your head, mumbling thanks and turning towards the door. As you reach it she calls out across the room, and again you feel all eyes on you. “Oh - Fanny - one more thing! It looks from your notes like you are going to be turning in an unauthorized vibrator tomorrow?” You nod, blushing with embarrassment. “Please bring it to the front desk tomorrow in a clear plastic bag - and no putting it to use tonight!” She adds playfully.