I had now been incarcerated at Journey’s End for five months, and my whole life had been changed beyond what I could have imagined. I could not bring myself to think of the remaining seven months. I felt like I had reached my absolute limit already…but this mattered little, since I had not even completed half of my contract here.

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Four weeks had passed since I began my ordeal in the special usage wing…masterbating constantly in front of attractive women, strangers, and sometimes women who were familiar to me, and my growing shame pleased the nurses to no end since I was producing generous amounts of their dam E-11 extract.

I couldn’t stand to hear that name anymore, and tried to close my mind to the high doses of humiliation given me in close quarters by women whose primary motivation was monetary gain and a powerful sexual need for the use of men.
I had received several night time extractions by a sadistic group of women who took great pleasure in degrading me, and painfully forcing every drop of semen from my testes, while I was half asleep. Supposedly this was ‘wet dream’ cum, very high in their desired components.

Finally one morning I was visited by the head nurse and told that I was to be transferred to another wing right away. Needless to say I was beside myself with joy…and didn’t want to think of what had been done to my poor psyche, as well as my dick and balls, over the past few weeks.

I was allowed to dress before transfer…a rare treat, since I had been naked since the day I came into Journey’s End. My familiar clothing felt terrific, and though my hands were always bound behind me, I felt a bit more like a human being. We walked for quite awhile through the complex, and finally approached a reception area, and were checked in by the pretty nurse at the desk.

After a long walk down a hallway we entered an inner reception area and I was assigned a cell and basic toiletries. I was taken to my cell and locked in…they didn’t say anything about what would happen next, and to tell the truth my stomach was doing flip flops worrying about what my fate would be here.

While I was in my cell my hands were generally free, usually secured only when I left for some assigned task.

I awoke when the head nurse and an assistant came in…I sat on the side of the bed rubbing my eyes and was getting quite hungry by now. The nurses were cold and one of them held a small tray, swab, and hypodermic needle. I stood immediately, not wanting to aggravate the situation and possibly make things worse.

The head nurse looked at me intently, her hands on her hips. “Roll up your sleeve please,” she whispered, “we must give you an injection.” I did so quickly, my stomach in a turmoil now, and the other pretty nurse expertly swabbed my arm and jabbed the needle in, injecting the clear fluid inside.

I felt an intense warmth…and was becoming quite excited, knowing that it was some kind of aphrodisiac they had given me. My dick was hard, as usual, and the head nurse reached down and pinched it, making me flinch. “You have an appointment with the higher ups,” she said quietly, “you will meet the women who run this place. I’d suggest that you be on your best behavior, and do precisely as you’re told.”

“After you return I will personally oversee your next duties at Journey’ s End.”

They left and two guards came in and cuffed me again, and we walked down a carpeted hallway past many office doors and finally into a large conference room at the end. There were five women there, sitting around a circular conference table, and I was escorted to the center, near them, as they looked at me with benevolence.