The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I slept very soundly that night. All of the stress that I had experienced during the day came back on me, and my mind shut down, and I went into what must have been a semi comatose state. The exotic drugs given me now were also partly responsible.......my mind was being changed in ways that I didn’t understand, and my whole being now seemed to be focused on my obsession to obey and worship the beautiful women degrading me.

My appointment with Dr. Samantha Jones was at twelve noon, and when I awoke, I enjoyed my breakfast, and watched TV for awhile. The queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach was eating at me, and after my shower I dressed neatly and took the medications given me. One of the drugs had to be inhaled through a nasal spray apparatus, and produced an instant feeling of euphoria, and minor loss of awareness of my surroundings.

Within minutes I was fully functional again, but with an extreme sexual arousal. My penis was already becoming hard, and as I left my room I was compelled to let it protrude from my open zipper as I had done yesterday. I had to hold my handkerchief under my draining pisshole, and by the time I reached the reception desk the handkerchief was becoming wet with semen.

I stared at the women watching me as I waited for the nurse to call my name, and my sense of humiliation was far worse than it had ever been before. I was perspiring, and looked furtively from one to the other of the three women sitting across from me. They were actually enjoying my embarrassment, or at least I imagined they were. When I heard my name called, I dropped the handkerchief accidently, and had to stoop over to pick it up.

I rubbed my dick against the zipper, and grunted in pain as I stood again, quickly pressing the soaked handkerchief over my running cockhole.

“Mr. James Fander.” I quickly moved to the nurse who once again led me to the opposite side of the center office complex. We entered a doorway on the left side, and went into another small inner hallway. There were only three doors there and she opened one and motioned for me to go in.

By now I was shaking so badly the nurse gave me an irritated look, and left me there. The ante room was similar to Dr. La Chote’s, and her office was directly adjacent to Dr. Emily’s, as well as to the other member of the supervisory threesome, Dr. Sabrina Sidney. They formed a complex interconnection, one with the other, so that all of the doctors had quick access to all of the other rooms.

I was terrified, and my dick was so hard now that it actually hurt. Suddenly the side door opened, and two stunning nurses walked in and surrounded me. Their snow white uniforms fit tightly over their perfect bodies, and each wore an exotic perfume that entranced me immediately.

They were totally self assured, and left no doubt that they were dedicated experts, possessing consummate knowledge of their profession. Neither was smiling, and both exuded a palpable coldness that chilled me to the bone.

Christina was very attractive in a rough kind of way....though her features were not delicately formed, she was pretty, and highly erotic to look at, and her ass was a dream, that any man would find mesmerizing.

Nancy was a Hollywood blond, with gleaming platinum hair, and was as pretty as any woman I had ever seen. She was no more than five foot two, but her smaller size was overly compensated by her exquisite ass....and her large and perfect tits pushed outward on her tight uniform. She was no fool, this blond, and her icy stare sent an electric bolt of fear through me.

Christina stood very near me, and behind, her breasts touching my arm, as Nancy spoke.

“Fun and games are over stud, now it’s time for something more serious. Why is your cock sticking out of your pants?” She pinched it hard with her finger and I jumped in pain.

“I......I don’t know....I had to do it past two days.”

“So they’re fucking with your mind huh?,” she sneered. “Ok let’s see if we can get rid of that hardon for the moment.”

She held my dick firmly with her left hand, and suddenly whacked my cockhead backward with her right hand. I yelled in pain as the severe shock ripped my penis, and my erection disappeared almost instantly.

She held my semi limp dick in her hand and pinched my pisshole. I jerked again, and tears were coming from my eyes from the pain. “That’s more like it. Now get your fucking clothes off this instant....Christina and I like our men buck naked.”

I looked desperately at Christina as I ripped my clothes off....I fumbled as I did it. Christina’s lip curved upward a bit in something resembling a smile, and she grabbed the pile that I left in the floor. She put everything into a cabinet and locked it. I stood shivering before them and Christina grabbed my balls and pinched them between her fingers.

“His nuts are full Nan.....let’s see if we can add more to that load.”

Nancy turned and opened the door to their nurses area, and Christina pushed me forward, slapping my ass. Once inside with the door closed, Nancy grabbed my neck and pushed me forward, near her desk. “Bend over, grab your ankles, and don’t move until I say.”

I bent over at once and stretched downward, gripping my ankles tightly. My muscles hurt from the sudden stretching, and I grimaced as Nancy sat behind me. She suddenly inserted a glob of cold lubricant in my asshole, and stretched my cheeks as she began to introduce an object inside.

I shivered as she slowly inserted the large head of a small dildo into my anus. She pushed hard, making my asshole stretch painfully, and eased the strange phallus next to my prostrate gland. She pushed a button and the thing lodged in firmly, causing my hardon to increase at least twofold. She turned a switch, and a high frequency vibration permeated my entire asshole, and prostate structure.

I grunted loudly as she tried to pull the object out, and reassured herself that it was not removable in this state. My entire lower area became inflamed with the inner stimulation, and I was perspiring as she had me stand up. The object was shaped perfectly into my buttcrack at it’s outer surface, allowing me to sit down without forcing it in any further.

“You won’t be able to spit your load until the device allows you to hon, so get used to it for awhile. Dr. Sam’s got a surprise for you later, boy, you ‘gonna get a slick, smelly cunt to fuck, and then you can empty that filthy scum out of your balls. By the way, it ain’t ‘gonna be Dr. Sam.”

They had me sit in a special chair that was tightly fastened to the floor and restrained my arms and legs. Next Nancy rolled a tray over that contained shaving equipment and electric hair cutter. The room also contained what must certainly have been exotic torture equipment, and I was greatly relieved that in this case I would probably not be introduced to their function. She took the hair cutter and began to expertly remove all of my locks, in a way that would have done justice to an army induction center.

In a few firm strokes she had taken most of my hair off, leaving only a bare stubble covering. Next she wet down my head with a hot towel, and then lathered it thoroughly with shaving cream. “Keep your fucking ass still,” she whispered in that special nasty tone of hers, “I don’t want you fucking bobbing your head while I’m shaving it.”

She expertly began to shave my head, cleaning off the disposable razor in a hot stream of tap water next to her. I did hold still because I knew she could cut me very easily, and though it stung, she did not draw any appreciable blood. She whisked the shaver over my exposed head for several minutes, and before long my head was skin bare, and feeling the cool room temperature air.

She wiped my head clean with another hot towel, and the sting made my dripping penis jerk painfully up and down.

Christina was in front of me looking down, and tweaked my rock hard dick with her fingers. “Fucking bald headed son-of-a-bitch now, ain’t he?,” she declared, rubbing her hand over my tender head skin.

“Bet your ass he is and Jones is ‘gonna have fun with him. Is the slave bitch tucked away?,” she said, looking up at Christina.

“She’s ready,” murmured the unsmiling Christina, “bitch is just as horny as he is!”

Nancy released me and they pulled me back into the ante room, and Christina knocked lightly on the Doctor’s door. From inside a voice could be heard faintly....“Yes, bring him in please.” She opened the door and they shoved me into the richly adorned office. The carpeting and accouterments were lavish, and Dr. Jones sat on the other side of the room in an easy chair.

My penis was in torment now, locking up fiercely for several seconds at a time, between spasms. Nancy shoved a towel into my hand and slapped my ass hard. “Cover your fucking dick, moron, you’re ‘gonna get jizz on her rug.”

They closed the door and left me there holding the towel tightly over my penis. Dr. Jones shifted slightly, and motioned me over, not saying a word. I was terrified by now, frankly, having no idea what she would do, and knowing that I had entered a whole new world here, with different characters, and different rules.

I stopped in front of her and she motioned me to sit down in another easy chair across from her. The chair had a large towel on it, and I sat down carefully, feeling the strange intruder up my ass, and the incredibly erotic high frequency vibration that it was imparting to my most intimate inner areas.

I shivered as I looked down at her feet. I knew that discretion was needed anytime I was in the presence of one of the doctors here, and that I could be injected into a world of pain if the notion became attractive to them.

She was stunning, in a non sophisticated way.....her light brown hair erupted in tangy, curled rivulets around her head, and her perfect features were accentuated by her bright red lipstick. Her perfume was different than any I had experienced, and her bright red patent leather business suit shined extravagantly, allowing her raw sexuality to explode outward like a tiny atomic bomb.

I knew she was ruthless, and tried to keep this in mind as I sat humbly before her. As with the other female staff here, I adored her and was completely within her powers, and screamed this to myself over and over as I waited patiently for her whims.

“Remove the towel and drop it beside the chair,” she whispered, “move your hips upward, and flip your penis for me....I want to see it bounce.”

I did so, and my rock hard pecker thumped up and down rigidly. I was so hard that I squinted my eyes in pain. My pisshole was oozing a thick semen mucous, and she looked at it carefully, rubbing her finger over the raw opening, and feeling the thick fluid between her fingers.

“I know you haven’t been jacking off, " she breathed, “you have been observed constantly in your living area since you arrived. Rather hard not to stroke it at night isn’t it?”

I looked meekly at her, nodding my head in just the slightest way, that conveyed the most intense acquiescence that was in me.

She allowed me only the most fleeting smile as she shared her worldly understanding with me, and then became very serious again.

“I’m going to use you like the scum you are,” she moaned, “and I have another nasty device that I must introduce you to.” She stood, and walked into her testing lab, one that was quite similar to Dr. La Chote’s, but with noticeably different equipment. She stood in the doorway motioning with her finger again.

Her perfect hips filled out her tight skirt provocatively, and her wonderful tits stretched her upper blouse in the most ideal way.

“Get your ass in here.....now!” I jumped off the chair and the dildo up my anus pinched my inner bowels so that my cock flared, and made me feel as though I was dangerously near orgasm. I knew that was not a possibility now though, but that if I did experience an unscheduled ejaculation I could be in serious jeapardy. I always exerted the most intense restraint, however, while in this situation, and knew that the pressure would just build until I was allowed to explode.

I walked humbly into the room and she pointed to a restraint chair with small wheels. I sat immediately, and she strapped my arms, ankles, and head, so that I was absolutely immobile.

She rolled over two stainless steel carts, and one of them held an electronic device of some kind with many wire electrodes, and metal attachment contacts. It looked similar to an EKG machine in some respects.. My blood ran cold, but I was soon to find that it was not an instrument of torture, per se, in this situation.

She began to attach the round metal electrodes all over my tender skull, so that every area was covered. She smeared a transparent cream over each of the electrodes before attaching them, and taped them down securely. I shivered in horror as she did this, and she, detecting my coming panic, stopped, and looked sternly into my eyes.

“Don’t worry, my pathetic piece of shit, I’m not going to torture you this time...just relax. This is a special hypnotic induction setup, that will, shall we say, begin a process that will provide a whole new life for you. In a few months you won’t have to worry about bad memories any more, only serving your masters. Won’t that be wonderful?”

I was terrified, none-the-less, and sat nervously as he finished the set up. She moved my rolling chair over to a large viewing screen so that my face was inches from it, and placed a device of some kind over my head and secured it to the top part of the chair.

She sat beside me and carefully opened my eyelids with her fingers as she clamped something at both the top and bottom area, and this prevented me from blinking my eyes. This soon became very uncomfortable, and as she finished my other eye, both eyes began to water over, and the liquid run down my cheeks.

The device was something that had been developed only recently, and was a quantum leap forward in deep hypnotic conversion. She placed full earphones on me, and then activated a computer program as I looked on in great agitation.

After extinguishing the lights, she sat very close to me, and began to periodically drop eye solution directly onto my exposed eyes.

“Now my pathetic lump of horse crap, we must go deeper into your inner mind where the nerve centers are, and find the place where we can do our disgusting damage in the most efficient way. Incidentally, you worthless puddle of piss, we are going to spend quality time together soon.....you and I....and my leather belt strap. Such a cruel strap and so vicious, she will make you scream. But for now let us begin our little session.”

She turned on the viewing screen and a myriad of colors pelted me in the eyes, a vivid, constantly churning panorama of lightning sparks, and rich hues....and a subliminal voice began to pound at my mind, like some electronic meat tenderizer. I jerked violently as the images tore at me, and Dr. Sam whispered the words I knew so well by now.....“You are my slave, my complete slave!”

I immediately plunged into a horror of mental turpitude, and as I slipped into unavoidable super hypnosis, I writhed in torment, as the subliminal visual and audio plethora ripped at my inner psyche.

I adored this witch who was tormenting me, and I adored the shredding and overpowering influence of the computerized hypnosis machine. My self identity began to fade, and suddenly I did not know who I had been anymore....only the excruciating present surrounded me, and the extremely exotic aroma of Dr. Sam next to me.

I squirmed violently as the computer localized my most vulnerable hypnotic induction points....every facet of my mind was being probed and catalogued, and set up for annihilation. I panicked again and again as I tried to remember who I was, and my reason for being. This went on for ten minutes as the spectacularly pretty Dr. Sam dripped a calming solution over my tortured eyes. I could not look away....and I could not avoid what was being done to me.

I wanted to ejaculate so desperately that I was insane with lust, but the efficient device up my ass prevented it, and at the same time drove my seminal fluid to accumulate and inflate my swollen nuts beyond anything in my experience.

Suddenly it all stopped, and Dr. Sam began to remove the relentless equipment to which I had been so intimately attached, and I sat there in blank torpor, slowly coming around to normal consciousness. Before I was released from the chair Dr. Jones sat next to me again, and brought me out of my bottomless hypnotic world.

“You are coming out of your deep trance now, and as I count down from ten to one, you will come fully awake, and feel refreshed and extremely horny.”

“Ten.....beginning to wake....nine....more and more awake.....eight.....slowly awakening....seven.....feeling relaxed and horny.....six.....more and more awake....five...more awake....four....you are slowly awakening now....three.....more awake.....two....almost awake now.....one! You are fully awake and alert and feel wonderful and you are hornier than you ever have been in your life.”

She released me and my large swollen prick was rock hard and fiery red, and my balls large and bursting with accumulated semen. I stood, and wobbled a bit as she helped me into the other room. She held a cloth under my dripping cock as we walked, and she sat me down in the chair across from her with the towel on it where I rested for a few minutes.

I had changed....in ways that I couldn’t really define, except for the loss of my personal identity awareness, and I sat there adoring Dr. Jones in all her beauty and sexuality. I was extremely aroused sexually, and I caught myself looking at her voluptuous body, craving release.

“Stand your ass up!", she hissed, “and stroke on your cock!”

I did so, without question, and stood looking obediently at her. She rose and pushed her intercom button. “Bring the bitch in, and make her crawl!” She brought over a blanket and spread it out on the carpet near me.

She walked over to the door and stood as it opened. A very pretty woman in her twenties was lying on the floor, and began to crawl into the room, keeping her nose glued to the carpet. She shifted and shuffled her body so that her nose rubbed the carpet pile as she moved. Nancy kicked her in the ass as she entered the room, and made her jump in humiliation.

Dr. Sam walked over to me and waited for the young woman. I looked up and saw the woman crawling and was shocked beyond words. She had light blond hair, cut very short, as if she had recently been given a crew cut, and the look of shame on her face was wilting, and she was masturbating herself.

Her body was perfectly formed, and my dick jumped involuntarily at the sight. Some kind of sympathy stirred deep inside me, but disappeared quickly, as I lusted for the gorgeous female on the floor, and as she reached us, I began to stroke my cock involuntarily.

Dr. Sam looked down at her as though she were a urine stain. “You little piece of shit, keep your fucking nose to the carpet!” She walked around her, and put the toe of her shoe near her mouth. “Suck my shoe!,” she screamed, “you cocksucking lump of horseshit!” The woman dove in automatically, lapping her tongue outward, and around the tip of the shoe, and forced her mouth over it sucking voraciously, moving her tongue in and out.

Dr. Sam looked at me wickedly.....“You want a fucking blowjob?,” she sneered, rubbing her shoe over the woman’s hair.

I looked at her feebly, not quite comprehending, but soon broke my trance and half yelled.....“Oh yes please!” The woman looked oddly at me, waiting for orders from the doctor.

She shoved the woman’s body with her foot....“Get your filthy ass up here and kneel!”

The obedient female doll got up at once, and kneeled herself, and continued to masturbate slowly. The doctor shoved me over to the woman, whose face was now inches from my penis. The cute female looked eagerly at my dick, and licked her lips. She began to fuck herself with her fingers, plunging in and out as she grunted obscenely in pleasure.

“This little cocksucker probably hasn’t been fed today. Do you know what her diet consists of?” I looked feebly at Dr. Samantha and continued stroking my dick. “She eats hogballs and cum.” She looked at the pretty female who was now running her tongue around her lips looking at my dick.

“Did you have your hognuts today you little bitch?,” she said, pinching the woman’s nose.

“Oh yes mam........had hogballs........I like hogballs!”

“Did you have your cum today you stinking little fuck?", she grunted.

“Oh no mam....didn’t have my cum yet.....please....may I......”

The woman looked at my dripping pecker and touched her tongue to it, savoring the precum oozing out of my large slit.

Dr. Samantha reached behind me and pushed something, and the device inside me exploded with a mind numbing vibration, and what must have been a low grade electric shock.

My pecker shot upward again, and bounced as I yelped in pleasure pain. My balls were ready to explode and I fingered them desperately, hoping for release.

She looked closely at the kneeling woman, and spat her words into her face.

“Eat that juicy dick you worthless cocksucker! That’s all you’re good for you lowlife bitch, sucking pecker!”

The pretty young woman reached and grabbed my dick, and forced it into her mouth. She made a squealing animal sound, and began to suck insanely, slurping desperately on my swollen organ as by large balls slapped her chin.

Dr. Samantha quickly pulled her away, and slapped her face hard. “You fucking little cunt, you call that a blowjob!” The woman was near crying as she apologized repeatedly, and knelt there waiting for orders.

“Kneel down doggie style so he can fuck you.”

The woman immediately shifted around and knelt compliantly, her perfectly formed bubble butt in the air, and her deep dark asshole peeking at me.

“Now you fuck this little whore real good slave, but don’t cum yet. If you do I’ll torture you severely...you got it you fucking stupid bastard?”

I grunted as I nodded my head and quickly dropped down behind the wonderful butt. Her cunt was furry and sopping with cream as I parted her vaginal lips and forced my bouncing dong into it. I pushed my cock head just inside her tight, steaming cuntlips and shoved hard, impaling her with ten inches of rock hard penis. I went berserk, fucking in and out wildly as the woman groaned and pushed back against me, and her juices splattered out in all directions.

Just as I was on the verge of exploding the doctor whacked my head very hard, and stunned me. I pulled out and my weiner was dripping with the thickest cunt glue imaginable, and the poor woman was kneeling there still humping her hips.

“Turn around you little pig!,” she screamed at the woman, “suck his dick off and eat his whole wad, every fucking drop, and you’d better do it right this time!”

The woman did not need encouragement at all and swiftly jerked around and gobbled my sore penis into her cute mouth. She grabbed my swollen balls and squeezed them, sucking and forcing her throat onto my raw meat. She deep throated me repeatedly as she looked up at Dr. Samantha, greatly fearing punishment if her performance were unworthy. I stood there unable to move, and she literally forced the massive load of cock snot out of me.

I looked down in ecstasy and saw the thick mess pump into her pretty throat, and then into her mouth, and she looked up at me insanely, gulping the swampy glue down like she was in a chugging contest. I jerked again and again pumping my squirting load into her overflowing mouth.

My balls jerked up and down as thick globs of tangy dickwad splashed into her open suckhole. Her eyes glazed over as she swallowed the indescribable mess, mouthful after mouthful. She held firmly to my nuts, trying to squeeze out more of the filthy ejaculate that she craved so desperately as globs of semen dripped from her chin to the blanket below. She held my cock in her mouth until I had completely emptied out, and remained kneeling there with my limp prick stuffed in her open oral cavity as she looked humbly up at Dr. Samantha.

“That’s a good cocksucker!", Dr. Samantha said, as she massaged my sore balls. My spent dick fell from the woman’s mouth and hung there obscenely dripping cum as she licked her lips and ate the residue around them.

Dr. Jones slapped her again and pushed her to the carpet. “Now get your ass out of here you disgusting cunt, I want to see you crawl.”

The woman quickly began her humiliating crawling movement again as Dr. Sam pushed the intercom button, and within moments Christina and Nancy were there to escort her out of the room.

The agitated psychiatrist spoke loudly to her nurses as she flicked her hand at them....“Take this sack of shit and give her the once over...do anything you want to her, you know what I mean. By the way, she’s due in masturbation at six so don’t overdo it.”

She looked at me impatiently and slapped my face, and then had me stand in front of her chair as she removed the apparatus from my aching asshole. I screamed as she twisted it cruelly and pulled it out with an audible ‘plop’.

“Get your ass out of here too you ignorant fuck, and don’t forget, you’ve got masturbation at 8pm tonight. They’ve expanded their hours so you’ll have an evening appointment this time.”

I followed the nurses and woman out, and when the door closed I stood there awkwardly as the two nurses abused the poor female. Christina opened the cabinet and gave me my clothes, and I dressed quickly as they pulled their victim out and into the hallway.

As I left I saw them drag her into a treatment room and I shuddered to think what they had in mind for her. These nurses were no doubt as vicious and filthy as the other two I had experienced, and I began to dread the sessions that I would be suffering there myself before long.

I quickly walked back to my room, and received quite a shock when passing through the reception area. A man and woman were fucking in the masturbation spot, and as I passed by the woman looked up at me in humiliation as the man serviced her from behind.

I couldn’t bring myself to look directly at her, and was out of the door as soon as possible. I nearly ran to my room, and when inside fell down on my easy chair exhausted and sore.

I suddenly panicked when I realized that I didn’t remember who I was. My lapses of memory were becoming deeper and more frequent, and at such times I sat there staring blankly at the wall, wondering what had been in my past, before this place.

I cried for several minutes, and then ate my afternoon meal, and watched TV before my usual nap. After taking my second set of daily meds I felt much better, and though my memory hadn’t improved, I no longer felt anxiety about it.

I fell dead asleep after setting the clock, and rested until the loud alarm went off several hours later. Dr. Samantha said today that I had been observed in my room since I arrived here, and I looked around in an attempt to find a camera as I dressed for my evening masturbation appointment. I was sure, however, that it would be well hidden, and any search on my part could only bring punishment.

The fear of another masturbation session gripped me. I was amazed that something that should be pleasurable, was turning out to be quite degrading and damaging to my self esteem. I no longer had a choice in my behavior here though, and had become an obedient robot, devoid of the everyday freedoms most people take for granted.

I arrived at the reception area and waited in the sparsely populated room. There were far fewer appointments this time of day, and there was no crowding. In that respect I was relieved. My cock was automatically becoming erect again, but at least I was allowed to keep it in my pants this time. When I was called to my appointment, I was hunched over a bit, as usual, from my ever present erection. I was becoming acclimated to this strange inconvenience, however, and accepted it as unavoidable.

When I was called I quickly entered the treatment area and walked down the long hallway to the masturbation center. I sat briefly in the anteroom before Elke Funker greeted me, and she opened the inner door for me to enter. I walked in and Sandy Elam was with her, and the two escorted me to a treatment room that I had not been in before. No one else was there at all, and apparently I was their last appointment for the day. Why the two of them were necessary this time I couldn’t imagine, but I knew that any time here was humiliating and draining.

They led me into the room and shut the door and had me strip off at once. Sandy smiled broadly, and took my clothes and put them in the corner. As I stood there Elke brought over a hypodermic and squirted in briefly in the air. She swabbed my hip and jabbed the needle in painfully, injecting the contents. They looked at me for a moment, waiting for the effect of the drug.

Within seconds I felt a strange rush cover me, and my whole emotional world seemed to change in an instant. An overpowering feeling of sensitivity and embarrassment washed over me, and I cringed as I looked at them. I had not experienced this kind of mortification since childhood, and their gloating at my obvious discomfort made it even worse.

Elke slid her expert hand in and pulled on my balls as Sandy put on a pair of latex gloves. Sandy took a glob of lubricant and quickly shoved in my asshole, followed by a thin vibrator, embedding it deeply and twisting it around. Both were in front of me now as my penis became unbearably erect, and they sat looking up at me as my dick bobbed up and down.

A computer cam was aimed at us in a position to capture all activity, and as my astonishing humiliation overpowered me, Elke whispered to me seductively.

“I told you this would become quite uncomfortable for you and now you are knowing what I mean, aren’t you? Now you take that dick in your hand and jack it off for us and the camera. If you don’t give us a good show, and give up your complete self esteem, we will be very disappointed and will have to give you a bad report to Dr. Samantha.”

I was horrified that they might cause a problem for me with Dr. Sam and jumped to it, feeling my swollen balls as began to stroke off. My dick was at full extension, painfully erect now, and I knew it wouldn’t take much for release. Sandy held a collection beaker under my dick this time as I wanked off.

Sandy had a patronizing glint in her eyes as she spoke, hoping to produce as much emotional sting as possible.

“You like to play with that dick don’t you?,” she purred, “jacking off your nasty friend, and guess what....forty thousand people are watching you now. You see this score board on the computer screen....this will show audience approval for your jackoff session.”

“Just think how many people are viewing and downloading your video now. If you do not attain at least an eighty per cent reading on your scorecard, indicating your complete surrender to your humiliation, you will be punished in a way that you will not believe in our lower treatment area, and we will give Dr. Jones a negative report.”

“We must maintain our ratings you know. Now get your fucking hand moving and show us what a good jackoff boy you are.”

My sense of shame was so intense now that I can say with complete confidence that I had never felt such mortification in my life. The drug they gave me must be greatly enhancing those feelings, and I knew that I had no options whatever, and must accept complete subjugation before thousands of people, both male and female, who wanted nothing less than my complete emotional downfall.

I looked at the corrupt women in front of me and at the small camera that was capturing my utter debasement.

I was intensely horny at the same time and began flogging my large, stiff member as I grunted in pleasure. I looked from Sandy to Elke, and then to the camera, and began stroking so hard saliva dribbled from the corner of my mouth. My balls were flopping back and forth painfully, and I went into the most consummate kind of erotic state, and every single ounce of my inner lust poured out to the gloating people watching me.

They knew how horrifying this was for me, and were getting off on it.

“Come on you pathetic son of a bitch......you can do better than that!”

Sandy pushed the dildo around in my asshole as I masturbated, enhancing my already exploding libido.

She laughed at me as I jerked uncontrollably, and scrunched up her face in mock sympathy. “You fucking ridiculous sack of crap, look at you! You like us humiliating you! Look at this asshole Elke, he wants to crawl in a hole somewhere, don’t he?, but he can’t!”

Elke slapped my face hard as she laughed.....“No he can’t escape this....there’s nowhere to go is there you absurd bastard....and it’s all being viewed and recorded.

“Look at his ratings,” she snickered, “good fucking ratings Sandy....looks like this jackoff is giving our audience quite an entertainment!”

About that time I screamed in pleasure and my dick did a projectile ejaculation all over Elke, and hardly any into the collection beaker. I tried to aim into the collector but was jerking so wildly as I stared at the camera that I could do little to control my spasms of absolute mortification. The drug induced humiliation was making my balls empty out violently, and I continued to spit semen over Elke and Sandy as they taunted me.

Finally my spurts of seminal fluid began to abate, and slowed to dribbles of thin fluid that dripped into the beaker. I looked at Elke and Sandy in fear, babbling incoherently as I apologized.

This proved even more satisfying to the audience, who wound up giving me very high marks, and apparently my lack of marksmanship while ejaculating my load did not anger the two gorgeous masturbatrix, and they were laughing so hard as I mumbled my terrified remorse to them, that they let it pass.

I don’t think there was anything left of what was once me.....my complete inner defense apparatus, as a functioning human being had been destroyed, leaving me a hollow shell, and a novel form of sexual entertainment for countless people.

Sandy and Elke were enjoying this to their inner core, and I knew that this was what gave their lives meaning. They sneered as they wiped me off, and sent me back to my apartment completely naked. I was numb with emotional pain as I plodded back through the reception area, and the female guard slapped my ass hard and laughed as I went through the door, and she locked it right behind me.

Once back in my apartment I collapsed and cried violently. I could barely remember who I was or why such a thing should be happening to me, and the absolute shame of it all battered me as I sat in the comfortable and enveloping easy chair.

I had no appointments tomorrow since it was Sunday, and would be allowed to rest and recuperate the whole day. I definitely needed it...oh how I needed it. After taking my last meds I felt better emotionally, and for a second even found it difficult to remember why I had been so anguished. I watched TV until I couldn’t stay awake, and fell into bed, and into an all consuming sleep. I could sleep in tomorrow as long as I wanted, and this was tremendously soothing to me.