Be careful what you wish for - Goethe
3/18/2036 10:30 AM: Intake
T. J. "Zeus" Jackson heard the iron door slammed shut behind him. So it had come to this. Her word against his word. As his lawyer Saul Rabinowitz put it, he had been found guilty of "humping while black."
They had both been shitfaced that night. The girl even more than him. Hell, everybody had been drunk. He didn't remember raping her or much of anything else from that night. But rape was not the usual way he swung. Usually he had to fight off the bitches to avoid getting raped himself.
Now here he was, evidently one of the few inmates "lucky" enough to gain admission as a patient and guinea pig at the brand spanking new Krupkenhoffer Institute for the Treatment of Sexual Deviancy. Most of the candidates had been turned away after the showers, apparently too scrawny, too poorly endowed, or too libidinally challenged to meet Krupkenhoffer's exacting admission standards.
A bull dyke wearing nothing but a standard issue Marlon Brando motorcycle cap and carrying a small case in one hand and a riding crop in the other made a beeline straight for Zeus. They were the only two people in this apparent purgatorial anteroom to Valhalla for psychopaths. Her hair had been dyed blue and jet black, even the tuft sprouting between her legs. Her lower lip was pierced by a steel ring, and her eyes were pierced by several nasty looking hooks. Her boobs (also pierced) were most impressive, at least an F cup by Zeus' estimation, and they bounced up and down delightfully with each step as she confidently strode toward him. Her body was firm and taut, although perhaps a little larger than Zeus was used to. Her nakedness surprised him, but he was not about to argue with Krupkenhoffer's protocols, in fact he was pretty sure he approved of them, at least so far.
In fact, Zeus' shaft had already risen in an impressive ten-inch salute to the presumably lesbian guard. She touched the tip of his cock with her riding crop and then batted it, setting it in motion like an inverted pendulum.
"Pretty impressive," she said, "even by Krupkenhoffer's standards." She pulled a pair of calipers from her case, and placed their cold steel tips on each side of Zeus's throbbing shaft. She pulled a tablet from her case and scribbled down some notes. "Good thickness too. " She spread the calipers to gauge its length. "I thought so. A little oven ten inches. I don't even need this thing," she said, throwing the tool back in the box.
She circled her fingers around his cock, which was on fire with hunger, and ran them up and down its length. Zeus trembled at her touch. "You do feel delicious," she said.
"Permit me to introduce myself. I am Amanda Silverhawk, Director of Admissions here at Krupkenhoffer. Don't worry, you're in. I just need to complete this paperwork before we can go through the gate."
She lifted his balls with the riding crop. "Pretty nice sac too," she said, as she whacked his scrotum with her crop. Zeus doubled over in pain. He wanted to snap her neck, but he knew that would get him nowhere.
"Can take a punch too. And anger. I like that," she said. She hefted his tortured balls in her hands. "If it were up to me, these would come off. This too," she said, grabbing his burning shaft. "I would give you a nice tight pussy, just like that poor girl in Denver you fucked, and I would rape you day and night."
She ran her fingers up and down his naked torso. "You're a pretty big buck. Nice abs too!" she said. "But maybe not quite good enough for Dr. Krupkenhoffer. She'll put you on an exercise program. Maybe put you on steroids. But not too much. She wouldn't want to shrink these lovely balls of yours," she said, once again hoisting his orbs in her hands, squeezing them with just enough force to make Zeus wince.
"But then again, maybe I wouldn't rape you in the pussy," she said, tracing the crop around his torso as she walked around behind him.
"Maybe I would rape you here," she whispered, as she inserted the tip of crop in his rectum. She pushed it in two inches, and Zeus roared with pain. He twisted around to fight her, only to be greeted with two more inches of crop penetration.
"I wouldn't try that," she said. "You see those cameras up there? They're everywhere in here, to ensure both safety and compliance. Especially compliance." She shoved the crop another six inches into his ass. Then, she pushed a button like an umbrella release and the crop began to widen, stretching Zeus' ass to the breaking point.
"Looks like you make the grade on volume, oh mighty Zeus. A little taste of your own medicine. How does it feel to be on the receiving side for a change?" she asked him, her pierced tits pressing against his back and her studded tongue roaming all over his shoulders, neck and ears. She reached around to grab his throbbing cock and balls with her left hand, using her right hand to thrust the crop in and out of his ass at a faster and faster rate. She squeezed his throbbing gonads rhythmically, in time with her thrusts inside him, which became faster and more violent.
Suddenly she shoved her crop up to the hilt in Zeus' ass and crushed his balls with her other hand.
Zeus came in the biggest explosion he had ever known.
They rested for a while, Amanda's arms still wrapped around Zeus, her tongue tracing his spine. "Congratulations," she said. "You have just passed the preadmission physical."
"Can I get my clothes back now?" Zeus asked the unorthodox admission officer.
"You will find that clothes are optional here. Or more accurately, they are strictly prohibited inside these walls, even for staff such as myself, as you will see."
"Then how do you tell who's is a prisoner, who's a staff member, and who's a visitor?"
"You don't. That is precisely the point. Also, we don't use terms like prisoner, inmate, guard, warden and therapist here. We consider each of us to be a seeker, a person trying to find peace and harmony and to ease suffering. Sometimes to achieve these things, you must travel a road through pain and ugliness. That is the way of life.
"When it comes to visitors, they are very few. You, for instance, have chosen to go through life as a loner. No one will come looking for you. Of course, some of our seekers are here voluntarily and travel outside these walls on the regular basis, trying to attract more seekers and of course donors. Our food and energy must of course be paid for.
"Oh, one last thing," Amanda whispered in his ear, as she stabbed Zeus in the neck with a hypodermic needle and pushed down the plunger.
3/18/2036 3:30 PM: Awakening
"Wakey-wakey."
Zeus opened his crusted eyelids, and felt the dryness of his mouth and throat. A hand mercifully placed some ice chips on his tongue, which he eagerly lapped up.
"It looks like you're coming around nicely," a melodic voice whispered in his ear. The source of the voice was downward, not upward as you would expect in hospital room.
The voice's unseen owner then took that very ear in her mouth, exploring its every convolution with her tongue before it drilled halfway down Zeus' auditory canal and almost into the temporal lobe of his recently violated brain.
