Free Deadlocked 5 by A.R. Wise

hours I spent alone while the Administrators thought I was asleep. It was exhilarating to disobey. That's probably why I had trouble sleeping - I was too excited.
    "The Administrators will discuss this," she said to me with a disapproving glare. "They will inform you of your punishment after Morning Courses. Now, let's start your exercises."
    I did as I was told, as usual, for the rest of my morning routine. Exercise was the single most important thing in our lives. Every morning began with a series of stretching exercises, followed by light cardio for exactly twenty two minutes, just enough time to get my body sweating. Other girls told me that their morning routines involved longer, or shorter, cardio regiments. When we asked one of the Instructors about this, we were told that each girl's personal regiment was designed according to their body's specific needs. Some girls had higher metabolisms than others and required less cardio. Over-exercising could cause muscle degradation, and that was something the Administrators wanted to be careful of.
    Morning wasn't the only time we exercised. Our days were split into a series of educational hours and training sessions. Some days we spent hours doing gymnastics, others were spent lifting weights, and my favorite were the times we did light combat training with staves that had foam on the ends to keep us from hurting one another. There was a swimming session every day, after Lunch, but our usual course had been interrupted recently by the lascivious actions of two girls.
    We were never allowed to see one another naked, but the swimming course required us to wear tight suits that were very revealing. One of the girls in my group had been growing increasingly interested in the bodies of the rest of her class, which led to her asking a friend to disrobe while they were in the pool.
    No one was certain of the details, but rumors abounded after the incident about how the girls had slipped off the top half of their suits and were playing with each other's nipples. It was a scandalous (and invigorating) story that no one in the Facility seemed capable of going ten minutes without discussing. It became such a distraction that the Administrators were forced to remove the two guilty girls and meet with us as a group to discuss the implications of what they had done.
    We were told that actions such as theirs would endanger our chances of achieving Surface Status. We were being trained for a life in paradise, among the girls that went before us, and we would be given the grand title of Graduate once the Administrators deemed us ready. The Graduates were the most celebrated members of the Surface Society, and all of us were lucky to be among those that might achieve such an honor. There wasn't an age limit, or a testing requirement, for achieving Surface Status. Instead, we were told there was a complex system of calculations based on our biometrics that determined when we were ready to ascend. If we were good, and did as the Administrators and Instructors told us to, we could be taken away at any moment to live in the paradise above. I'd always been excited at the prospect of graduation, even if I did go to the surface and discover it was littered with Browns.
    The two girls that had been caught defying the Administrator's policy were expelled from the Facility, never to be heard from again. Paris and Echo had been friends of mine, and I often thought about where they might've ended up. Were they on the Surface now?
    We were given a re-education on the matters of self-stimulation, and it was explained to us again how doing things to our own bodies was permitted, with the exception of insertion of fingers or other items into the vagina or anus. External stimulation of the clitoris was acceptable, but only when alone, and the act of stimulating one of our fellow Dawns was strictly prohibited.
    Many of the girls snickered during the presentation and were forced to explain what they thought was