0 comments/ 17698 views/ 9 favorites Naked As a Jailbird By: oneiria 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. Zeus soon realized that his was not lying on a postsurgical cot, but was in fact crucified on an X-shaped cross, his wrists and ankles chained spread-eagled to the wood, his brow festooned with a crown of thorns. Nice touch, he thought. He looked down and saw her long golden hair moving against his skin as she licked and kissed her way down his torso. He saw her naked back, the crack in her ass and realized that she was just as naked as he was. Then he remembered what the Director of Admissions told him. Clothing was prohibited within these walls, (with the apparent exceptions of Marlon Brando style motorcycle caps and thorn-bearing crowns). "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Dr. Sheila Krupkenhoffer. I run this asylum," she said, extending her hand, apparently forgetting the chained state of Zeus' right wrist. Zeus felt her darkness, her hunger. His knowledge of her mind was more intimate than any human connection he had ever known. "Hello there, Zeus. Welcome back to the world. How are you feeling? By the way, I took the liberty of surgically modifying your brain. Hope you weren't too attached to your old brain, because this new one's a doozie. Tell him what he has won, Don Pardo." A familiar voice shouted inside Zeus's skull. "Zeus Jackson, you have just won a Krupkenhoffer 3000 nanotube-based BRAIN IMPLANT! This implant will keep you in a perpetual state of SEXUAL EXCITEMENT, complete with all the hydrodynamic mechanics needed for an ETERNAL BONER! "This implant comes complete with a Krupkenhoffer MICROWAVE RADIO TRANSPONDER that will enable you detect the slightest horniness in your fellow seekers. This will enable you to rush to them to provide MAXIMAL SATISFACTION to their libidinally-tortured souls. They too will rush to satisfy even your most DEPRAVED DESIRES. "The Krupkenhoffer 3000 comes complete with an EMPATHY CHIP that will enable you to experience each seeker's pleasure and pain. This gadget protects seekers from psychological and physical harm, such as UNWANTED RAPE! "Or you can trade it for what's behind DOOR NUMBER 2!" shouted Don Pardo, Wink Martindale, Monty Hall, and Michael Buffer in unison. Zeus didn't think that he was going to like what was behind Door Number 2. Maybe this brain wouldn't be so bad after all. Plus there was evidently going to be all the poontang he could ever want. Dr. Krupkenhoffer's head was now perched halfway down Zeus' abdomen. She whispered, "Besides, your old brain wasn't really working out very well for you, was it?" Zeus thought of his alcoholism and the impulsive and uncontrolled behavior that had lead to his present incarcerated state. He had to concede her point. Squeezing his throbbing cock in her hand, she said, "It is possible that you may have some questions about your medical care, what with the involuntary surgical modification of your brain and your present state of crucifixion and all. Many new seekers do. Not to worry. "I know what you are thinking. You did not seek your present state. However, you will realize as time passes, this is precisely what you have been seeking all your life, but you did not know it. No one has ever escaped these walls, because no one has ever wanted to. Of course, we've only been open for five days. "There are seekers who travel outside to promote our cause. But they will always return. They will be pulled here by their desires and their belief in the work we are doing." Not to mention their brain implants, Zeus thought silently, as the esteemed Dr. Krupkenhoffer licked her way past his bellybutton and raked her fingernails down his naked torso. His shaft throbbed with an intensity greater than he had ever known. Dr. Krupkenhoffer squeezed his cock, which had by now inflated to the hematological breaking point, and beamed up at him. "You will never need to worry about erectile dysfunction ever again," she told him. "At the slightest urge on the part of you or another seeker, you will be granite hard, always ready for maximal pleasure. And you will be horny almost all of the time." She ran her hand up and down Zeus' lightning bolt. "I can see that Amanda wasn't exaggerating your assets," she whispered approvingly. She took Zeus into her mouth, her fingernails raking their way up and down his thighs as she began to suck him. She sucked him faster and faster, as her fingers scuttled their way back up Zeus' legs and seized Zeus' balls, hefting them one at a time like an erotic juggler. As her mouth insatiably hoovered Zeus' shaft, her hands cruelly squeezed his cojones, and Zeus exploded into her ravenous mouth. "Magnifique," raved the esteemed forensic neuroscientist, wiping away the semen dripping from the corner of her mouth with a brush of her hand. "Oh my, you taste good. Just as I imagined it would be." Zeus somehow sensed her hunger and her pleasure directly. They became his own. "Did I ever tell you that I am something of a nymphomaniac myself? Of course I didn't. I've only known you for five minutes, that is if you don't count the hour I spent frolicking around in the grey matter of your brain. "You can now know my mind directly, because of the improvements I have made in your brain, not the least of which is the implanted transponder that allows you to directly communicate with another person's mind. Of course, that requires that the other person has a transponder as well. "And yes, I have one too. I would never experiment on another person before trying it out on myself. You think it is easy doing neurosurgery on yourself aided only by a bathroom mirror?" Zeus shook his head, desperately hoping that the conscience and rationality centers in her brain were intact after her do-it-yourself lobotomy. "No, I didn't think so. Well, your implant will let you experience the desires, the pleasures, and the pain of any other seeker here at Krupkenhoffer. And they will experience yours. No one can inflict unwanted pain on another seeker, because they would experience the same agony themselves. Of course, the same thing is true of pleasure. You will directly experience the pleasure of your partners and feel a joy that surpasses anything you have ever known. "Wait until you get to the threesomes and eightsomes, which sure as hell will commence the moment you walk through that door. The pleasure is indescribable. "By the way, did I ever tell you that I kinda have a thing for Jesus? No? I guess maybe it was too soon," she said, gazing up at him through the maze of her cornsilk hair. "I sort of had a feeling you did," Zeus told her, "what with the crucifixion and crown and all." Her scarlet mouth formed a wry grin. "Am I that obvious?" she asked, licking her way around Zeus's somehow still granite-hard cock. "Can you imagine all the permutations of our bodies I will explore?" Actually, Zeus could, thanks to the transponder implanted in his brain. There were 45,158,400 of them. Assuming that they spent a half hour on each one, he would get out of this room in a mere 10,403 years. That wasn't so bad. "Let's get started, baby," she mumbled as she seized Zeus' cock in her mouth once again, her studded tongue lashing it like a whip, before she began to climb up Zeus' chained torso. Zeus's chained arms were pulled downward as they began to support Dr. Krupkenhoffer's weight in addition to his own. Her feet gained purchase on the lower legs of the wooden X and her hands on the upper arms. She hauled herself upward until her lips met his in a furious, albeit painful, kiss. She pressed her naked torso into his and interlaced her fingers with those of his chained hands. She wriggled around on him as she climbed even further, and Zeus felt her pubic hair on his belly just above his yearning cock. She slid her tongue into Zeus' mouth and harshly pressed her forehead into his crown of thorns. Blood soon flowed down both their brows. She wrapped her legs around the wooden cross and lowered the mouth of her cunt onto Zeus' throbbing shaft. She dropped suddenly, impaling herself on Zeus' 10-inch tool, letting out a gasp as she grasped the hedonic implications of his unparalleled endowment. She began to ride him in earnest, her ample boobs running up and down his electrified torso with each of her posts. She placed her hands on his shoulders as she began to ride him even harder. Through his implant, Zeus could feel her pleasure directly and he tried to increase it even further by matching his thrusts with hers. Her tongue explored his ear as they both drew nearer to climax. She was completely split open now, and dropped violently onto his massive tool with each of their thrusts. She threw her arms around Zeus' neck and buried her soft blond hair in his chest as they both exploded, and Zeus could feel her juices mixing with his semen and joining the stream of blood that was already flowing down their legs from the crown of thorns. They stayed motionless for a few moments, their sexual heat rising again. Their rhapsody was cruelly interrupted when Dr. Krupkenhoffer's pager went off somewhere below them. She clambered down the cross to listen to the message. "Sorry Zeus. I have to go. It seems that another miscreant has arrived at our humble abode." She came back to give Zeus' engorged cock one final squeeze and whack, the latter of which sent Zeus' pole into a metronome-like motion. "I will come back," She promised. "I haven't even begun to explore the possibilities of this magnificent organ. We will spend many more delectable hours together. I promise." She turned and walked toward the door through which they had entered. Zeus tried to break free of his shackles, but to no avail. "Hey, a little help here!" he shouted in panic. Dr. Krupkenhoffer turned to look at him and said. "Don't worry. Hattie, one of our new guards, will get you down and settled in your new quarters." Then she turned and went out the door. Hattie? It couldn't be. He sure as hell hoped it wasn't. 3/18/2036 4:30 PM: Family Reunion. "Mom? What are you doing here?" Zeus asked, as Hattie stormed through the other door, her gargantuan untamed breasts bouncing provocatively with every step. "Help me get off this cross, Mama. I can explain everything." "Whatcha done now, T.J., you heathen scoundrel, you no account worthless piece of shit?" Hattie had her hands on her hips and punctuated her comments by thrusting her blatantly exposed mammoth brown hooters directly at him like a pair of shotgun barrels. The areolas alone were the size of fine china plates (not that Zeus had ever seen such dinnerware). "They say I raped a girl, Mama! I don't think I did, but I was wasted and can't remember shit. What the hell you doing here, Mama? Why you in a place like this?" "I'm one of the new guards, Baby. You know how bad things been in this shithole of a town ever since the phthalate plant burned down." "If you're a guard, then get me down from here. You must have a key or something." Hattie opened a drawer in the cabinet and pulled out a chain of keys along with something else Zeus couldn't quite see. She walked over to him, and her eyes opened wide. "Well, look at you! Lordy me, I never seen nothing like this," she said, as she slid her fingernails up and down Zeus's throbbing, physically-enhanced johnson. She looked at Zeus' crown of thorns. "This must be what our Lord's Holy Wanger is like! You sure as hell didn't get this from yo' daddy, whoever that lowlife bastard mighta been." She batted his outsized cock, setting it once again into the by-now all-too-familiar metronome motion. "Never thought you'd grow up liked this when I was changin' your diapers. No siree, Bob. Let's getcha down from there so that mama can properly say hi to her baby." She pressed a button in the wall, and the X-shaped cross descended so that it was lying flat on the ground. Hattie quickly unlocked Zeus' manacles, her naked breasts running delightfully back and forth on Zeus' chest as she did so. Once he was free, Hattie walked over to the double bed, which had been conveniently installed to facilitate the orientation process. She was soon sprawled out on the sheets. "Come on honey, give your mama a kiss." Zeus walked over to the bed, his organ still rigidly at full salute despite his recent adventures. He pressed his lips to hers. "That's no way to kiss your mama, T. J. You know how I like to be kissed. Or have you forgotten?" Zeus lifted his head from hers and dutifully positioned himself to smooch her nether end. Hattie raised her legs and placed them over Zeus' shoulders. He placed his mouth over her cunt and began licking her in the precise patterns she had so patiently taught him. He engulfed her clit and began swirling his tongue around that sizable bud. Her hands grasped his head and pressed him tightly against her cunt, which he lapped with all the vigor she demanded. She screamed out but did not release him. In fact, she increased the considerable pressure her grasping hands were putting on his head, almost as if she were trying to force him back in the very birth canal from which he had so cruelly emerged 26 years ago, abandoning her loving body for the empty air of this world. Naked As a Jailbird She pressed his nose against her clit as she urged his tongue to a faster and faster pace, her body trembling over and over again from the releases he gave her. His face was soaked in her juices now, and she urged his tongue down to that other orifice, the one she had so patiently trained him on. He rose up, splaying her brown legs and raising her ass so that all her apertures were helplessly exposed to his lingual and nasal ministrations. She pressed his head even more tightly against her and began riding his face as if it were a bucking stallion. She urged his tongue into her ass, and Zeus complied by rimming her and then digging into her tunnel like a miner searching for a lode of gold. She shuddered and cried out, releasing another gusher to cleanse Zeus' already drenched face. "Grab my titties, baby" she commanded, as she grabbed his hands and placed them over her mountainous mammary glands. Zeus began to knead them like pizza dough (one of Mama's lessons that had at least provided him with marketable culinary skills). Zeus obediently licked his way up her crack, her pubes and belly, all the while crushing her aching breasts with in his strong hands. "Lick 'em baby. Let me feel you suck 'em one more time before Jesus takes me. It's been so long, baby." Zeus supposed that it had been rather a long time since he had nursed on these magnificent hooters. He had been only 23 at the time at the time of his last feeding, he reckoned. It seemed like ages ago. Her nipples were large and erect and Zeus lovingly circled each of them with his tongue, feeling Mama shudder with each suck of her long lost baby. As he suckled on his mama, Zeus' hands rose even higher on her chest, finally reaching her thick brown neck. He seized her neck tightly and her torso rose in instinctual defense. "Come back inside me baby. You shoulda never left me all alone like this baby. Come deep inside yo' mommy, honey. Come hard, come long, baby." Long and hard was not going to be a problem here at the Krupkenhoffer Institute, Zeus knew. He rammed his 10-inch shaft deeply into his mother's birth canal. She gasped in surprise and threw her arms around Zeus' shoulders and pressed her body tightly against him. Zeus licked her neck and ears has he rammed into her again. Her body went limp in submission as Zeus began to batter his way in and out of her. Tears streamed from her eyes, sweat poured down her brow, and her juices flowed over each of her thighs. Zeus' tongue frantically explored every convolution of her left ear. He squeezed her neck the way she had taught him. It was called auto-erotic asphyxiation, she had told him, and a lot of people did it. She was right, as Zeus had confirmed numerous times on Google. Still, it scared him every time. He pressed hard on her thorax (he had looked that one up on the Internet too) until she was about to pass out. He then began to ram his huge cock in and out of her helpless body, as she threw her arms around him and began nibbling on his ear. She held his head against her as she came over and over again in paroxysm after paroxysm, until Zeus shot what seemed like gallons of hot cum deeply inside her craving womb and she was reduced to nothing more than a limp rag doll beneath him. After they lay there for five minutes, she began to stir began under him. She shrugged his body off hers as if it were fly paper and rose to a standing position. Zeus looked up at the undersides of those magnificent brown udders he so recently suckled upon as if his life depended on them. He saw her imperious stare and knew he was in for more. A lot more. Knowing what was about to transpire, Zeus gazed with horror as Mama drew forth the electrical magnum triple-dildo she had hidden between the sheets. She walked over to the closet and retrieved a harness and bit and threw them at Zeus. "Put these on," she commanded. "I know you know how, baby." Zeus reluctantly donned the equine apparel, placing the bit in his mouth and throwing the reins over his shoulders. "Roll over, T .J., like the raping dog that you are." Zeus rolled over on his stomach. His mother quickly fettered his arms using the cuffs and chains built into the bed. She then shackled his ankles and began turning the wheel in the wall, spreading Zeus' legs far apart. "That's how I like 'em, all my shit-eating murderous men, helpless and open wide." He watched in horror as Mama inserted one of the long ends of the dildo deeply into her cunt and then shoved the anal probe deeply into her rectum. The dildo came complete with a clit massager attachment, top of the line all the way. She pressed the button and the three probes of the dildo meant for her began to vibrate and hum, as did the main dildo, presumably intended for Zeus. The main dildo was set at ten inches and maximum thickness, possibly to give Zeus a taste of his own medicine. She walked behind Zeus, caressing his buttocks and sliding her hands up and down his naked back. She ran her tongue all the way up and down his spine and up and down the crack of his helpless ass and began rimming him and teasing him. She ran her hands from the small of his back down to his ass to part his butt cheeks, exposing the innocent delicate hole that would soon be most cruelly violated. She pulled on the reins and jerked Zeus' head into the upright and licked position. She placed her well-practiced mouth over his rectum, flicking her tongue in and out of that sensual cavity before plunging it as deeply into his anal passage as she could. Her tongue moved in and out of him at high speed, and she was kneading Zeus' buttocks at the same time. Through his bit, Zeus cried out in pleasure, like a loyal steed, almost wanting the violent penetration that was to come. She ran her tongue up his ass-crack and then up his spine. He felt her soft breasts on his back, his ass hungering for his mother's tongue once again. She dropped the reins and grabbed his hungry massive shaft in her right hand and his aching balls in her left. She bent over him and he could feel her sweet breasts on his back as she hauled back and rammed the main dildo seven inches into his anal passage. Zeus cried out in shock and pain. "The next one's gonna be worse, sweetness," she whispered, as her tongue explored every cranny of his right ear. "I'm sorry, baby." She pulled out a little and put a full nelson on Zeus' neck to steady him. Then she hauled off and sank all of the dildo into Zeus' violated ass. He screamed out. "Mama, why you doing this? I told you I was wasted. I don't even remember anything about that slut." "To teach you a lesson, you murderous , rapist son of a bitch. How you feelin' now? When I get through with you, you're gonna know what wasted really is." As she rammed into Zeus for the third time, the dildo began to vibrate in a most delicious manner, setting her anus, cunt and clit on fire. She began to pump his son's transgressing shaft with her hands and squeezed his balls rhythmically, in time with her thrusts into his ass. Zeus began to soak in the pleasure of the dildo. Mama always knew what to do with her hands. He was almost begging for more. Mama started moving her hands faster on his cock and balls and her thrusts were becoming more and more violent. She cried out in pleasure over and over again, almost sobbing, as Zeus' shaft spurted a volcano's worth of cum all over her pumping hands. "You really shouldn't have done that, baby. Now we are going to have to start all over." Strangely enough, Zeus' newly priapismic cock seemed to agree. After a nearly infinite number of additional festivities that space and decorum forbid recounting here, Hattie unchained her son's limp body and left by a barred door that could only be opened on this side. After his mother's departure, Zeus lay spent for two hours on the bed that had so recently been the scene of his just-concluded maternal frolic. As always, his mother was right, he had not known the meaning of the word "wasted." Now he did. His newly redesigned johnson still disagreed. 3/18/2036 7:30 PM: Emptiness When Zeus finally staggered through the door into the Institute's main ward, he was confronted by a scene seemingly straight out of a Hieronymus Bosch painting of Dante's second circle of hell (the one devoted to the torments produced by unmitigated lust). The ward resembled a brightly lit coed college dormitory more than it did the dark and dingy cellblock he expected. His senses were immediately assaulted by the sight of naked bodies running up and down the lighted corridors and in and out of rooms seemingly at random, the sounds of orgasmic cries and flesh slapping on flesh, and the salty smell of semen, sweat and human pheromones. He wasn't entirely sure, but he thought he had glimpsed Dr. Sheila Krupkenhoffer's glorious body among the participants in the Bacchanalian frenzy of rutting naked flesh before him. It seemed that the inmates were literally running this asylum, or should he say Institute. Every way Zeus turned, he was assaulted by craven desires of these "seekers," which he felt all too intimately deep within the limbic system of his brain, thanks to the transponder that Dr. Krupkenhoffer had so thoughtfully implanted there. Trying to still his mind, he felt the pull of total emptiness, which drew him quickly into a nearly vacant room. Its sole inhabitant was a naked Japanese girl with stringy hair that covered her eyes. She crouched on her bed like a tigress ready to strike, her long nails rivaling those of the conjured beast. Her eyes were merciless. There was only emptiness and hunger within her. She wished to be wrapped in a womb of human skin, to be surrounded by pulsating walls of human flesh hiding her from this cruel and empty world. Through the transponder, Zeus glimpsed brief flashes of her memory: images of an endless succession of foster homes, alcoholism, withdrawal, and relapse. Kyoko launched herself at Zeus, hitting him in the midsection. She was only half Zeus' weight, but her hunger and desire instantly overpowered his mere flesh. He would do anything to end her travails, to feed her hunger. Her cat's tongue ran down his chest. In no time, Kyoko's feline mouth engulfed Zeus' shaft. Her razor teeth held that massive shaft tightly, as she backed up and led him to her bed. He obeyed her without question and lay down before her. She looked down at him through the morass of her matted hair as she mounted him. He could see the undersides of her small but ample breasts. He took one in each hand. She rose and impaled herself even more deeply on Zeus' shaft. He squeezed her firm boobs, and she rose up and dropped on him again, burying his cock deeply within her womb. She smiled at him sweetly and tenderly took his head in her hands, licking his eyelids as she began to ride him in earnest, her small breasts bouncing in Zeus' hands in time with her thrusts. Zeus poured himself into her, seemingly emptying his balls. She gasped at the feeling of his hot cum shooting deeply within her, smiled at him, and began to ride him again. Thanks to Dr. Krupkenhoffer's technical acumen, Zeus was still rock hard and craving for pleasure. Then four other men barged into the room, like moths drawn to the flame of Kyoko's emptiness. The first intruder ran his tongue up and down her crack as she rode Zeus, rimming her as Zeus continued to drive into her. Then he drove his shaft straight into her rectum, grabbing her shoulders as he pounded into her. His balls slid against Zeus' balls with each of his thrusts. Kyoko somehow managed to ride them in tandem, wanting to be penetrated completely, to make their bodies one with hers. The second intruder held his rock-hard phallus out to Kyoko's devouring mouth, which engulfed it at once. The last two intruders took up positions at the sides of her face. Her hands immediately grasped and squeezed their already throbbing cocks. Kyoko felt Zeus' powerful hands on her small breasts, rhythmically squeezing them in time with his thrusts into her cunt as he lay beneath her. Her helpless, lithe body slid against his torso with each thrust. She cried out in shock as the first intruder penetrated her ass to hitherto unexplored depths and then licked his way up her spine and grabbed the second intruder's balls as he continued to batter his way in and out of Kyoko's hungry mouth . She sucked like a baby on his cock and his manhandled and squeezed balls, her tongue moving in time with all three men's thrusts into her pummeled orifices. Her attention switched to pumping the begging cocks of the last two intruders as they completed the six-way. Their six minds merged into one mind, one soul, through the transponders implanted in their brains. Their individual consciousnesses were temporarily extinguished, each one experiencing all the pleasure of the others. Their rutting flesh was now one body, experiencing a pleasure that was six times greater than any they had ever achieved before, even in their wildest imaginings. Their group mind simultaneously experienced the ecstasy of deep anal and vaginal penetration, the taunting of balls begging for release into the Kyoko's frantically lapping mouth, the pleasure of two cocks denied release from Kyoko's skillfully teasing hands, and the pressure of Zeus' hands masterfully kneading Kyoko's breasts. Their six bodies came at once, and a torrent of sperm raced into Kyoko's womb, ass and mouth, two sprays of sperm splattered Kyoko's face, Kyoko's fluids exploded over her two fuckers' balls, and Kyoko's milk poured from her breasts and all over Zeus' naked chest. They stayed like that for several minutes, soaking in the experience they had just shared. When they tried to leave the room, they were immediately pulled back by the emptiness and hunger. Escape is not so easy when the prison is one's body. 3/23/2036 3:30 AM: Clinging They slept together every night now, hiding in in the machine room with only a blanket for their bed. At least they were safe now. The others did not come here, assuming that there was nothing to fuck or eat. The electromagnetic fields of the machines rendered their transponders invisible to the nocturnal rampaging hordes that roamed the halls of the Krupkenhoffer Institute in the dead of night. The eating part was becoming more of a problem, what with the food bins emptied. No one seemed to have the ability to postpone immediate gratification that would be required to replenish the food supply. And so they starved. Kyoko's ribs were quite pronounced now. Zeus' hand affectionately rode their bumps. At least they had each other. They still had carnal needs that must be satisfied at all costs, thanks to Dr. Krupkenhoffer. For that reason, they slept in a sideways 69 position all night, Kyoko's legs scissoring Zeus' head, which munched on Kyoko's cooz at the slightest sign of desire. For her part, Kyoko imbibed Zeus' massive cock at the slightest awakening. In this way, they could sleep, which was more than the sex-crazed zombies racing around on the floors above them could do. Not a few had fallen dead from sleep deprivation. The swollen cocks of these fallen, further stiffened by rigor mortis, not only provided a tempting target for the usual necrophiliac sexual gratification that any healthy fun-loving adult would enjoy, but also a convenient source of post-coital hot dogs for the fans watching this spectacle. Cannibalism had begun. Let the good times roll. And pass the mustard. As for Zeus and Kyoko, they had found a way to even greater intimacies. One night, as Zeus' tongue lapped Kyoko's clitoris for the umpteenth time and his eternally stiff rod pounded its way in and out of Kyoto's hungry eagerly sucking mouth, he poured his hot cum down her throat. Simultaneously, her nether mouth trembled and spewed the all usual fluids down Zeus' amorous throat. But that was not all. Her bladder released its warm salty contents to further quench Zeus' desperate, lustful thirst. Simultaneously, his own salty stream rushed desperately down his urethra and down Kyoko's throat as he clutched her head and held it tightly against him, savoring the feeling of her soft black hair on his thighs as he poured himself into her. She traced her fingers down Zeus's muscular chest and they silently lay there together. They had shared an intimacy that few have ever known. Now they were truly one body, one mind. 3/25/2036 11:30 AM: Nonattachment Brother Zeus sat in the lotus position in his priapismically-enhanced birthday suit, along with the other naked monks and nuns sitting in the hastily constructed Temple of the Grasping Nipple. To his left sat sister Kyoko and to his right the delectable Sister Kali, formerly known as Lisa Goldstein. As several of the male monks attested, she must possess at least the requisite six arms needed to impersonate the Hindu goddess of death, although no one had visually spotted more than the regulation two in the light. She also possessed mammary glands sufficient to feed a herd of sacred cows. They had come here at Kyoko's suggestion, to try to gain some control over their emotions, lusts and actions. As Kyoko explained, the Buddha had taught that all life is suffering, that suffering arises from craving, and that the way to peace was through the elimination of craving. Zeus had argued for joining other groups, such as the Aryan Brotherhood, but it turned out that Zeus was not one of the Brotherhood's favorite colors. Nor did he wish to undergo the brutal initiation rites that he could see in their minds thanks to the chip in his head. If they tried to do those things to him, he would have to follow the recommendation of the great philosopher, thespian, and sometimes anatomist Gary Busey and rip their endocrine systems from their bodies with his bare hands (once he figured out where the "pull here" tab on the human endocrine system was). The bhikkhus were now chanting the three refuges: I take my refuge in the Buddha. I take my refuge in the dharma[teachings]. I take my refuge in the sangha[monks and nuns]. Sister Kali took the third refuge perhaps a bit too literally, as her arm snaked its way down Zeus' abdomen and seemed to coil around his hardened shaft and balls. Zeus could see a similar scenario taking place all around the circle of twenty acolytes. He closed his eyes, and indeed Kali seemed to have at least three arms on the left side of her body. He felt Kyoko prying those arms, one at a time, off of Zeus' throbbing organ. Clearly this was never going to work. 3/26/2036 6:30 PM: Moksha Zeus studied himself in the bathroom mirror as he raised the shiv he had fashioned from a refectory butter knife to his troubled head. He spread the hair over the prefrontal area of his skull and finally managed to see it, the cap of the transponder that Dr. Krupkenhoffer had, with the best of intensions, implanted in his brain. He took the knife he had sculpted and tried to pry the cap loose. He managed to gain a tiny foothold on it, as blood from his wounded scalp began to flow over his face. Then he jammed the crude scalpel into the crack and twisted it. The plate popped off his skull like the cork on a bottle of champagne. He grabbed ahold of it and yanked all the nanowire connections right out of his brain. His dick dropped faster than stock prices in 2008. The hunger was gone, as was the emptiness. He felt the first peace he had experienced since they had enclosed him in these unforgiving halls. He deposited the transponder module in the appropriate receptacle. The blood started to flow at an even greater rate down his face. He sopped it up with a paper towel. When he got the bleeding under some sort of control, he spread his hair again and peered in the mirror. He could see the pulsating convolutions of his wrinkled brain through the triangular porthole he had just exposed. So that's me, he thought. Nothing more that a throbbing piece of meat. He rinsed his hands again and blotted his head with more paper towels. He looked again at the exposed convolutions of his brain. He could hide it through a comb-over, he thought. For this, he would need to have his hair straightened. He shook his head. Too '50s. No process for T. J. "Zeus" Jackson. Never had one. Never gonna have one. He thought maybe he could try an Afro. Too '70s, he thought. Maybe a weave with dreadlocks. Or the Hair Club for Men. That was also a distinct possibility. Naked As a Jailbird Before leaving the restroom, Zeus washed his hands again. He started to reach for another towel, then thought better of it. He punched the air dryer with his elbow. You had to be considerate of other members of the restroom-using community. 3/26/2036 7:30 PM: Sunyata He found Kyoko in the machine room. She was sitting in the lotus position, trying to quiet the lusts and emotions that were running through her head. He ran his fingers through her wild, matted hair. If anything, the darkness in her eyes was greater now. Zeus bent down and parted his hair to show her the triangular window he had opened on his bloody pulsating brain. He smiled and showed her the scalpel he has fashioned out of institutional cutlery. He pointed to her head and smiled. He could free her. She looked at him in horror. She did not want to return to the hunger and emptiness that she had known outside these walls. She shook her head from side to side. In here, she could return to her cocoon of skin and at least the dream of flying like a butterfly at last. Zeus reached to wipe away the tear that was flowing down her cheek. He knew he could not help her, and turned to walk away. 3/26/2036 8:00 PM: Jailbreak Zeus meandered through twisting, fornicating bodies in search of an exit. When at last he had found one, the zombie guard pointed at Zeus' limp dick and emitted the silent scream first popularized by Donald Sutherland in the movie The Invasion of the Body Snatchers. However another "seeker" immediately tackled the guard, and the two of them began an intricate act of fornication that would pose a challenge even to the most highly-skilled pair of professional contortionists. Zeus walked straight through the exit and never looked back. He felt the cold night air on his skin, reminding him that he was naked as a jaybird. He would need some clothing immediately if he didn't want Dr. Krupkenhoffer to reacquire him as a patient. But he had to admit that Dr. Krupkenhoffer was a therapeutic genius. He never wanted to touch another human's skin ever again. He was completely cured.