She stared in horror at the two glasses that had been placed on the table in front of her. She was kneeling naked, and twenty pairs of eyes followed her every movement. Ever since the Female Orgasm and Masturbation Regulation Act had taken effect, girls were forced to make a life-altering decision on their 18th birthday. It was a ceremony for the family where they could experience a young girl turning into a women. A government official was present to make sure the procedure was followed through. He had brought two pills with him - a greyish-silver one, and a yellowish-white one. Both had been placed in a glass and dissolved in water, but before the ceremony, every male family member had the chance to add their little something to the mix. It was proven that semen helped the pills dissolve quicker and maximize their respective effects. It also added to the girl's humiliation, but that was more of a happy side effect. The girl was free to choose one of the two glasses, but obligated to drink the contents of one of them. She remembered the first time her mother told her about the ceremony, and explained to her the difference of the two pills. The darker one contained a serum that would grant her one orgasm each month. It would start out with full orgasms, although they came at random times during the day that could not be predicted. Unlucky women experienced most of them during the night where they could not enjoy them. Some had them during work times, in important meetings or while giving a presentation. After a few years, the effect of the pill would lessen, and some if not all orgasms would end up ruined. The second pill had seemed even more cruel to her: it removed her ability to orgasm on her own altogether. Instead, a male family member or her husband could decide to make her cum whenever they wanted, so she wasn't limited to only twelve orgasms per year. Of course, no men were obligated to make her cum at all, and she could very well end up orgasmless for the rest of her life. The right to decide about her orgasms typically went from he girl's father to her husband, but it had also happened that the father had died, and the girl had to ask a perverted uncle to make her cum.
She didn't want to drink any of the two liquids. She wanted to keep rubbing herself to orgasm every night, she hated the thought of losing that pleasure. "You'll let me cum, daddy, won't you?", she asked, looking up at her father who had been the first one to deposit his loads into each of the glasses. Her hand hovered over the second glass. Surely having to beg for a man's permission was better than only getting twelve orgasms a year? But her father smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, you know I think masturbation for girls is shameful and you'll find your path in life better when you're denied. I won't be generous. But maybe your husband will think differently."
She didn't have a boyfriend yet so the chances were high that she'd stay orgasmless for a while. Tears filled her eyes. "I want to keep cumming, daddy!", she whined. Her older brother laughed from the other side of the room, and she saw an uncle palm himself through his pants. The male family members seemed to enjoy the girl's dilemma.
There was no way out for her. No girl ever kept her right to cum after her 18th birthday, and she was no exception. With shaky hands, she grabbed one of the two glasses. She had made her decision. With one big gulp, she drowned the disgusting liquid, and her pussy wept, utterly denied.
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She stared in horror at the two glasses that had been placed on the table in front of her. She was kneeling naked, and twenty pairs of eyes followed her every movement. Ever since the Female Orgasm and Masturbation Regulation Act had taken effect, girls were forced to make a life-altering decision on their 18th birthday. It was a ceremony for the family where they could experience a young girl turning into a women. A government official was present to make sure the procedure was followed through. He had brought two pills with him - a greyish-silver one, and a yellowish-white one. Both had been placed in a glass and dissolved in water, but before the ceremony, every male family member had the chance to add their little something to the mix. It was proven that semen helped the pills dissolve quicker and maximize their respective effects. It also added to the girl's humiliation, but that was more of a happy side effect. The girl was free to choose one of the two glasses, but obligated to drink the contents of one of them. She remembered the first time her mother told her about the ceremony, and explained to her the difference of the two pills. The darker one contained a serum that would grant her one orgasm each month. It would start out with full orgasms, although they came at random times during the day that could not be predicted. Unlucky women experienced most of them during the night where they could not enjoy them. Some had them during work times, in important meetings or while giving a presentation. After a few years, the effect of the pill would lessen, and some if not all orgasms would end up ruined. The second pill had seemed even more cruel to her: it removed her ability to orgasm on her own altogether. Instead, a male family member or her husband could decide to make her cum whenever they wanted, so she wasn't limited to only twelve orgasms per year. Of course, no men were obligated to make her cum at all, and she could very well end up orgasmless for the rest of her life. The right to decide about her orgasms typically went from he girl's father to her husband, but it had also happened that the father had died, and the girl had to ask a perverted uncle to make her cum.
She didn't want to drink any of the two liquids. She wanted to keep rubbing herself to orgasm every night, she hated the thought of losing that pleasure. "You'll let me cum, daddy, won't you?", she asked, looking up at her father who had been the first one to deposit his loads into each of the glasses. Her hand hovered over the second glass. Surely having to beg for a man's permission was better than only getting twelve orgasms a year? But her father smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, you know I think masturbation for girls is shameful and you'll find your path in life better when you're denied. I won't be generous. But maybe your husband will think differently."
She didn't have a boyfriend yet so the chances were high that she'd stay orgasmless for a while. Tears filled her eyes. "I want to keep cumming, daddy!", she whined. Her older brother laughed from the other side of the room, and she saw an uncle palm himself through his pants. The male family members seemed to enjoy the girl's dilemma.
There was no way out for her. No girl ever kept her right to cum after her 18th birthday, and she was no exception. With shaky hands, she grabbed one of the two glasses. She had made her decision. With one big gulp, she drowned the disgusting liquid, and her pussy wept, utterly denied.