{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"bf68d7bd-2c01-4421-993e-d82a57a645e4","seriesId":"02382456-3311-4df1-8f23-f9a12feb2444","seriesName":"Britain 2028","currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2019-01-12T08:23:32.327Z","title":"Britain 2028: Part One","slug":"britain-2028-part-one","shortId":"XScrr7Zc","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"The first part of the series Britain 2028. In the post-Brexit chaos a regime has come to power with the promise of restoring order, a big part of which involves clamping down on feminism. What emerges is a dystopian nightmare for the nation's females but rather more pleasurable for (at least some of) the menfolk. Based loosely on some Blushes stories. If you secretly got turned on watching Serena Joy getting a belting in The Handmaid's Tale, then you should enjoy this series. This segment is really just a taster of things to come.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"b1e8d953-0d14-4b44-9c0d-53af71b407bf","title":null,"summary":" It was 5pm almost an hour to go before she arrived and to say that\nReginald Pickering was exci","wordCount":2543,"readTime":13,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

It was 5pm almost an hour to go before she arrived and to say that\nReginald Pickering was excited would be an understatement. The ‘she’\nin question was Laura, Reg’s assigned ‘volunteer’ from the\nNational Domestic Assistance Scheme. Reg was a great supporter of the\nscheme, as he was of the regime in general, and had signed up for it\nas soon as enrolments began. The idea was simple. Older gentlemen\nliving alone would be assigned a young female helper to assist with\nvarious tasks around the home. He would provide her board and\nlodgings. The girl, in turn, would acquire valuable skills which\nwould make her an ideal candidate for marriage. That at least was the\nofficial version. The reality was that the scheme was frequently\nabused and, while the government did not condone this, it certainly\nturned a blind eye to it. Critics suspected malevolent intent. In the\nlast few years the regime’s opposition to feminism had become more\nextreme to the point of open misogyny. The number of restrictions on\nfemales increased by the day. They lost the right to vote or run for\npublic office early on. The horrible experience of Theresa May as\nPrime Minister had dulled anyone’s appetite for woman in public\noffice. Education finished for women at high school although there\nwere finishing schools available to them which taught the traditional\nfeminine arts. There was not much need for higher education\nespecially not in dangerous subjects such as philosophy or cultural\nstudies which were well-known breeding grounds for subversives. Most\nareas of employment were closed to them, particularly any which\ninvolved a supervisory or managerial role. Married women were\nforbidden to work altogether and for unmarried females the only jobs\nopen to them were either incredibly menial or involved them using\ntheir attractions in some way or other. Given how rare job\nopportunities an attractive female who landed one could virtually\nguarantee that she would be a target for ruthless and exploitative\nmanagers and she would have no legal recourse. One of the earliest\nacts of the regime was to abolish the labyrinthine sexual harassment\nlegislation and the simplify the laws around sexual assault to cover\nonly the most egregious examples. These in turn were considered\nproperty offences against either the girl’s father or her husband.\nThis in effect meant that any woman in a public place without a male\ncompanion was basically fair game. For that reason many woman\nactually came to appreciate the modesty code. \n

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The government\nactually boasted at its success in reducing sex crimes though critics\nclaimed that this was a combination of legal gerrymandering and the\nintroduction of Social Counselors, the state’s euphemism for a vast\nsystem of state sanctioned sex work. No girl wanted to end up as a\nSocial Counselor. The lucky ones had a short shelf life as a Level\nOne Social Counselor servicing those connected to the regime and\nvisiting foreign dignitaries before their inevitable descent down the\nranks, ending up in the public recreation facilities. Pretty girls\nwere the most vulnerable. \n

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Laura was\nundoubtedly one of those so what were the options form someone like\nher whose family lacked money or connections? She could put her name\ndown for the marriage lottery but this involved a long wait. Laura\nhad done so but in the meantime she had to find something to occupy\nher. Jobs were few and far between and an attractive young girl\nwalking the streets could find herself in the hands of the\nInspectorate and if she was unable to give an account of herself she\nwould quickly find herself charged with delinquency and sent to a\nRe-Orientation Centre followed by a career in Social Counseling. It\ngoes without saying that ROCs were not pleasant places. Many\nremembered the sight of the open van taking off shaven headed women. Initially these were political\nopponents of the regime but over time as the opposition tailed off\nthey were used against any young woman deemed a suitable target for\nsocial counselling. The NDAS seemed like a godsend when it was\nannounced. Laura’s family signed her up for it, although she was\nrather reluctant. \n

Reg was delighted\nwhen he received the notification. It told him that he had satisfied\nthe financial and character requirements to host a volunteer. He\nclicked on the link and was even more delighted at the image of the\npretty young thing they were sending him. She couldn’t be far\nbeyond her eighteenth birthday (18 being the official minimum age for\nthe scheme). She was wearing the drab official outfit of a\nknee-length grey skirt, white blouse and cardigan with tan tights and\npumps but even so he could discern the contours of her ripe young\nbody. Once he got her that uniform would be coming right off anyway\nand he had a range of nice outfits for his young charge. He also had\naccrued a rather impressive set of implements for enforcing the\ndiscipline that his role required. His job was to teach her how to be\na dutiful and subservient female companion and he intended on taking\nhis task very seriously indeed. Were it not for some of the things he\nplanned to do to her, she could almost be his daughter.

Who then was Reg? He\nwas a slightly corpulent red faced white haired man in his early 60s,\nthe sort of drained looking character one might see frequenting bars\nin Bangkok or Bali on the lookout for female company and, in truth\nReg had spent a fair bit of time in such places during the bad old\ndays, as he liked to call them. The bad old days referred to the\ntime leading up to the regime’s coming to power and in particular\nthose last few years after Brexit. In the chaos that followed Brexit\nthe country had nearly collapsed into civil war. Following this, an\nextreme left wing government had come to power run by socialists,\neco-warriors and worst of all feminists which managed to combine\neconomic ineptitude with humourless intolerance. Men like Reg lived\nin terror of being publicly shamed for even looking at nice young\nwoman’s bottom let alone anything more forward. Not that Reg would\nhave had the courage. The young females dressed and behaved as badly\nas they liked, without fear of consequences, and openly scorned men who\ndidn’t meet their exacting standards. The one time had got up the\ncourage to talk to a nice looking young woman she had taken a\nphotograph of him on her mobile phone and told him that she planned\nto put it on a ‘Creep Alert’ forum on the internet. No doubt\nabout it, it was a lonely and frustrating time for men like Reg,\nespecially as prostitution had been outlawed and the internet was\nheavily censored. There was even talk of banning men from travelling\noverseas to destinations where prostitution was tolerated. \n

No wonder then that\nReg and others like him breathed a sigh of relief when one evening he\nturned on the TV to watch the news. He wasn't that interested in current affairs. Wanking off to the sight of the\npretty newsreader was one of his few remaining pleasures. Despite being very attractive, she was an ardent feminist. In fact she was one of the regime's earliest targets. Reg would often get very excited imaging her in the detention centre having her lovely long brown hair shaven off before being taken to the ROC for re-orientation and a career in Social Counseling. He would have loved to know where she was working so he could pay her a visit although he suspected she would be in a public rec centre now, a shadow of her former confidently beautiful self.

Settling himself down in his armchair got ready to picture himself cumming over her arrogant face. But instead of\nhis favourite newsreader there was a military officer who, against a\nbackground of drums and bagpipe music, announced that the government had been\noverthrown, parliament suspended and a committee of public safety put\nin place made up of military advisers, businessmen and a few\ntechnical specialists. Reg listened as the general announced the\nregime’s stability program in his clipped upper class English voice\nbut his ears perked up particularly at the regime’s intention to\nrestore traditional values as far as the nation’s females were\nconcerned. He wondered what that might mean. He was a big fan of\ntraditional values and he hoped that they meant what they said. \n

There were protests,\nneedless to say, but those which the government did not manage to\nrepress completely quickly collapsed under the own internal\ndivisions. Besides, there was a great deal of popular support for the\ngovernment, especially when the female employment ordinances and the\nre-introduction of national military service for young men led to\nunemployment disappearing overnight. The UK negotiated a trade pact\nwith fascist Brazil and the United States (now led by Donald Trump Jr) and\nthe sanctions that had been imposed by the EU itself now dominated by extreme nationalist governments were lifted.\n

Life was rosy for\nmost people though it might not have seemed so to Laura as she\nnervously bade farewell to her parents and got in the official\nvehicle that was to take her to her assignment.

Laura had just\nturned eighteen so she was old enough to remember life before the\nregime when woman had real power and opportunity, where they could\nwear what they like and do what they liked and where any man who\nattempted to treat them like some kind of object could expect to be\nseverely punished. How things had changed. Now, as she drove to her\nassignment the driver seemed almost to be talking to himself rather\nthan to her as he regaled her on the details of what she could\nexpect.

“They say it’s\njust a little light housework and everything but they have to say\nthat. Chances are you will wind up with some dirty old bastard.\nYou’ll be on your back quite a bit, I don’t doubt, when you are not on your front that is. Even the\nreally old ones somehow manage to summon up the energy to do that\nwhen they get their hands on a pretty young thing like you. Can’t\nblame them mind. I bet you’re really quite something in the sack.\nYeah, if you were assigned to me, I’d be on you day and night. \nIt’s a shame we don’t have much time. It’d be nice to pull in\nsomewhere a little private and get you started off properly. What do\nyou say, would you like that?”

Laura’s face was\nbright red with embarrassment. Like most young women these days she\nwas still a virgin and the government’s education system encouraged\nmodesty where sexual matters were concerned. Sex was to ensure\nchildren for the future and to relieve men’s stress. It was not\nsomething females were expected to take much pleasure in or even\nthink about.

“Yeah, shame\nreally.” his voice drifted off wistfully. He was eyeing her up\nintently in the rear-view mirror. He was an ordinary looking guy in\nhis early twenties, not really the sort that Laura found particularly appealing, not that girls these days got much choice in\nthe matter, the marriage lottery sorted all that out- though it\nseemed to work unerringly in favour of those connected to the regime.\n Even in the past where she might have had a choice the thought of\npulling in somewhere private and letting him screw her would not have\nbeen particularly appealing. She noticed the obvious excitement in\nhis eyes as he talked and a panicky sensation overtook her but he\ncontinued driving.

“There’ll be\ndiscipline too, of course, lots of it. The government is very keen on\nthat. They’re right too. Good looking young girls need lots of\ndiscipline to keep them from going off the rails.”

Laura almost laughed\nout loud at this. The opportunities for young women to go off the\nvery narrow rails the regime enforced were rather limited but any\nmirth was cut across by the sinister monologue coming from the\ndriver.

“Most of the\ngentlemen are very keen on discipline too. Some of them just want to\nscrew but a lot of them are keen on spanking and…. other things.”\nHe laughed sardonically as he said this, placing a sinister emphasis\non the final phrase. Laura had a pretty good idea of what the ‘other\nthings’ might be and she was pretty sure that she wouldn’t enjoy\nthem.

“I shouldn’t\ndoubt that your gentlemen will want to get those regulation knickers\ndown pretty much as soon you get there, whether for a spanking or for\na spot of the other” more laughter.

“Can’t blame him\nthough. If it were me I would want you bending over for a taste of\nthe cane on that big round arse of yours straight away. A caning is\nvery good for a girl, you see, helps keep her obedient and that is\nwhat this is all about at the end of the day: obedience.”

The journey seemed\nto take forever and the driver was making her feel more and more\nuncomfortable. She wanted it to end but also feared what to expect\nupon arrival. \n

The car pulled up\nthe gravel driveway of an ordinary looking suburban house. It was a\nlittle drab and the garden needed a bit of attention. It was pretty\nobvious that the occupant was an older man living alone. \n

He helped to carry\nher small suitcase to the front door. As he rang the bell her allowed\nhimself a brief grab of her bottom. “Very well then my dear, here\nwe are. It was very nice to meet you and who knows, if I get lucky on\nthe lottery, we might meet again.

Laura sincerely\nhoped not. \n

The front door opened.

“Unprepossessing”\nwas the first word that came to mind when Laura first laid eyes on\nReginald Pickering (“Mr Pickering” or “Sir” as he would be to\nher from now). Nothing about him was particularly outstanding. He was\nof average height, a little overweight but not unusually so for a man\nof his age and his attire was drab. His untidy wisps of hair were\nmostly white. She tried to form a picture of him in her mind of him,\nwhen he was a younger man and quickly decided he would not have been\nsomeone she would given a second glance. \n

“Lovely, quite\nlovely” Reg thought to himself “bloody hell, Reggie old boy, we\nhave lucked out with this one.” His dick was already starting to\nthicken as he pictured all the things he planned to do to her.“Best not get\ncarried away” he thought again.

Neither Reg nor\nLaura paid much attention to the younger man as he droned on with the\nofficial details and various forms were signed. Reg was desperate for\nthe man to leave; Laura was torn between her dislike for him and the\nfear of being left alone with this creepy old man.

Both paid attention,\nhowever, when the man handed Reg a little silver packet. It contained\nmostly pink pills and a row of white ones. The days of the week were\nmarked on the packet.

“Better safe than\nsorry ey?” the driver said “make sure she takes one at the same\ntime of day each day. If it becomes too much of a hassle we can\nalways arrange for an implant, assuming that you wish to keep her for\nany length of time.”

The pills might as\nwell have been narcotics. Contraceptives were forbidden to anyone\nexcept Social Counselors. Married women were expected to produce\n“future citizens and soldiers” and unmarried women were expected\nto refrain from sexual intercourse altogether. Any woman found with them in her possession unless she could produce a Social Counseling credential was destined for the ROC.

It was clear to both\nLaura and Reg that the regime had a pretty clear idea of what took\nplace under the auspices of the NDAS.

“Quite” Reg\nreplied putting the pills in his jacket pocket “thank you.”

To his relief, the\nman now finished his tea.

“Well you\nobviously have quite a lot to be getting on with, so I will say my\ngoodbyes”

Laura stood\nimpassively in the living room, still wearing her overcoat. She had\nnot been given permission to sit. She could make out the sound of the\ntwo men chatting amiably and of their laughter. She had no doubt\nabout the topic of their conversation. Then she heard the sounds of\nReg’s footsteps and the floorboard creaking under his weight.

The living room door\nopened.

“Right then, my\ngirl, get that coat off, let’s have a proper look at you.”

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