Chapter 1

Avery Faye

Avery Faye was not a morning person. Given the type of girl she was though, that never came across as much of a surprise. Both as a laid-back teenager in high school and as the deadbeat she had turned into after dropping out of her second semester of college. As such, between the first morning rays of the just rising sun and the shadows stretching across the ceiling, it was only under the hanging threat of contempt that she finally sat up in bed.

6:54 am.

Avery yawned, stretching her arms out above her head. What she would give for a few more minutes of sleep along with some sorely needed rest. It was hardly her fault though that her court date had been set so early. A mere thirty-six minutes from now to be exact. Only monsters and madmen woke up at such a time. Well, either that or those who happen to be unlucky enough to be caught by the police trying to sell drugs on the street. Funny how the mugshot on the evening news had looked so similar to the one staring back at her from the mirror. All the way down to the soft amber color of her eyes and the shoulder length brunette of her hair.

Letting out a sigh, she gave herself a few precious minutes of time before rolling out from underneath the sheets. Stepping into the shower she shivered as the usual spray of water splashed across her skin. Always cold and never hot, she thought miserably, and by now three weeks after her arrest, a customary staple of her morning routine. At least ever since she had been forced by the judge to sign up for the Free Use program for the Correction of Convicts. It was either that or five years in prison and compared to the possibility of waking up with the sharpened end of a toothbrush stuck in her face, twelve months of probation didn’t seem that bad. Even if they really should have picked a better name for the entire thing.

Leaning against the wall of the shower, Avery bit down on her lips as she watched the water pool up against the tiles underneath her feet. Out of all the other acronyms they could think of, FUCC really was just a little bit too on the nose for her tastes.

Shampoo first though, and then she could think about how her life had managed to turn out like this after she was finished. Wincing at the way her nipples stiffened up against the morning air, she slowly measured out a generous amount of the fragrant-smelling mixture into the palm of her hand. Strawberries and sun-dried vanilla cream, just the way she liked it, and after a bit of water to get it going, she reached up to lather it into her hair. She sighed again at the feeling. Even despite the rushed circumstances of her near-hectic morning, the soft pressure of her fingers against her scalp felt almost pleasant.

A few minutes later however and she was done. More water to wash herself off and she shivered as she felt the hair on her arms stand up on end. Goosebumps from how cold the temperature was, she reminded herself firmly, and not because of the way the bubbles seemed to highlight the naked curve of her shoulders as they ran down over her skin. For what seemed like the thousandth time since she had been enrolled, she cursed herself for her weakness. She was here to take a shower and that was it. Not play around with herself like she was some sort of teenage girl who had discovered that her breasts were just starting to come in. As always though, it was a bit harder to maintain the attitude as she set the bottle of shampoo aside and reached for the soap next.

Avery hesitated. This was the part she had been dreading. Still standing there under the freezing spray, another precious minute passed by before she was able to summon up the courage. Then, pausing only long enough to take in a deep breath, she grit her chattering teeth together as she braced herself for what she knew came next. Hopefully, the water would be strong enough to carry her on through the end, and she closed her eyes as she reached up to lather the slippery bar across her body.

She went as slow as she could. Her arms, her shoulders, her chest and her neck, and then swallowing hard, she forced herself to reach down towards her waist as she slowly spread apart her legs. A soft touch across her stomach, followed by the cold spray of the showerhead, and then...

And then...

Three weeks ago on the day that her sentence had been declared, she almost didn’t believe her luck. A mere twelve months of probation for a drug charge, and she even got to spend the majority of the time living her life on the outside instead of behind bars. Her lawyer had been overjoyed at the success. The prosecution a little less so. Now though, as the cold pressure of the water blasted across the soft outline of her lips, a small part of her almost wished that she had taken the full five years instead.

Avery groaned. The problem had nothing to do with the fact that she was trying her best to get herself cleaned up down there. That was normal. Three weeks ago, before she had managed to get herself caught, she wouldn’t have even thought twice about such a thing. Now though, standing here in the stall of her apartment shower, it took her nearly everything she had not to reach down with her hands. Especially not towards the tiny and innocent-looking ring secured around the base of her clit.

It was the first thing they had done to her after she had signed up for the program. The moment the gavel had been rung and a mere hour after her sentence had been read, she had found herself strapped down to an examination bench the next room over with her legs spread apart and a doctor kneeling down in between. The entire process took less than five minutes. Looking up at the ceiling, there was a sharp pinch at the top of her labia followed by the dull sting of antiseptic, and then it was there, her very own government sanctioned device that served not only as a GPS tracker but also as a direct and physical conduit into her nervous system. No more tasers and no more handcuffs. Now she was truly free. And with a small press of a button, they could have her face down on the floor and cumming her brains out. Or rather in this case, drooling into the carpet as the device kept her trapped right on the edge of a mind-shattering climax that she knew she would never be able to get.