After my torture ordeal I slept soundly for eight hours until I was awakened by the two guards, made to dress in a comfortable hospital gown, and wheeled down the hallway again to another elevator.

We went up several floors and when the door opened again I was taken to a room with what appeared to be many one way morrors along the walls, and I got off the wheelchair and sat on a comfortable couch.

The guards left me there and I sat rubbing my sore balls and pecker. I had the distinct feeling that someone was watching me behind the opaque windows, but could detect no movement or sound whatever

I realized that I must obey them completely in the future, and that the slightest infraction would result in another visit to the torture room, and I was sure I couldn’t tolerate another session there. I didn’t savor what that blind obedience would mean, but knew that I really had no choice.

I had endured weeks at Journey’s End being milked of my lifefluid constantly by hundreds of very pretty women. Unable to control my masterbation needs during all of this, I violated a primary rule…that I must not masterbate myself at any time regardless of my needs.

I had not been able to obey this rule, and had been severely punished, being sent to the special treatment area of the complex for usage by beautiful, and sadistic female personnel.

I had been tortured mercilessly by two pretty nurses, and after being reduced to a sobbing fool, made to promise complete obedience of any order thereafter.

Now I found myself on another assignment, sitting in a room with one way mirrors, waiting for whatever came next. I had been heavily dosed on sophisticated aphrodisiacs again, along with drugs designed to remove most of my conscious will.

The two well dressed training wardens that I had met earlier in the Head Warden’s office came into the room and sat beside me. One of them spoke quietly…

“Did you enjoy your session with Nikki and Sandra?”, she quizzed, as she massaged my still sore pecker. I didn’t know what to say and immediatedly answered..”Yes..I..uh..yes.” She stroked my dick and it was becoming hard now under her expert touch.

“Do you remember what they told you?”, she said seriously, pinching my nuts. “Yes…”, I gushed, looking at her fearfully. She stuck her finger in my mouth and moved it in and out grinning at me. “Suck it!”, she commanded moving four of her fingers into my mouth. I didn’t hesitate at all and sucked her fingers, looking at her.