After two weeks at Journey’s End I discovered how intensely horney I could be…and this induced state was constant, and unrelenting, and produced with great prejudice by the dedicated female staff.

I was so incredibly hot that I was pressured to masterbate myself, surrepticiously, but was caught several times, unfortunately for me, and found that my moments of intense, and much needed release, would cost me dearly.

My punishment the first few times was done by degradation, in that I was forced to clean the toilet stool lids in the large women’s bathroom area, and I was spanked with a paddle while doing this to insure my complete focus on the project.

After the seventh time, however, the punishments became more painful and corporal. My penis and balls were shocked by the guards with electric wands, with enough force to make me yelp in pain, but not actually with enough power to cause severe physical pain. Finally, on my eleventh infraction of the ridiculous rule however, I was taken to the Head Warden’s quarters for a special evaluation interview.

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I was naked and my hands were secured behind me with special restraints, and my ankles with a two foot cord, which allowed limited movement. I was left standing in front of a large desk, that of the high power in this area of the vast complex, the Head Warden.

I was alone in the room, and stood there looking nervously at the finely appointed decor, the wood paneled inlay, the fine furniture, and the unique semen production awards that adorned the walls.

I was becoming quite concerned at this point, because the leg restraints had not been used before, and I knew I had gone over the line with my persistant behavior. I actually couldn’t control myself anymore, since my balls were producing large amounts of cum, and when by myself, I just had to release my deep sexual pressures.

I was being milked each day in ways I could barely comprehend, and the semen squirted out of me in copious amounts, but this made me even hornier when I was by myself.

I deeply regreted ever imbarking on this strange adventure, but I also knew that it was too late, and that I would be forced to endure whatever lie ahead during my remaining time here.

I heard movement in the back room of the office, the rear door opened, and three women walked in, all dressed in expensive business suits, and all quite serious in their demeanor.

One of the women was obvioiusly the Head Warden…she wore a very tight black skirt and business suit, and her pretty face was heavily adorned with makeup. She sat at the desk looking at me briefly. She picked up a folder, and began to page through it making notes on the sides of the pages.

The other women sat beside her at the desk, and they looked at me curiously as they opened small leather bags that they had brought with them.

They fingered through the bags, checking the contents, as they looked up at me from time to time. I could detect a slight malevolence on their faces, and finally one of them pulled out a hypodermic syringe, and a vial, and extracted a clear fluid, and squirted a bit of the contents into the air, in preparation for an injection.

The other retrieved some kind of an ankle band, a sophisticated one, and my stomach began to do flip flops as I stared at them, and their paraphernalia, and their strangely cold attitude, as the Head Warden finished her paperwork.