We Are Inferior: The Inferior Rehabilitation Facility

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The Box

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Guard 19 scrolls through the list of prisoners and their punishments. Several are idle and awaiting their punishment, and some are being prepared. One that catches her eye are three prisoners currently in ‘The Box’.

Each prisoner has their own box which they are **** into against their will, and locked inside. The box is cramped - it has very cruel dimensions. Its width, length and height are all specifically designed to keep the prisoner in very limited positions. The one they will find most comfortable, however, is being on their knees and elbows - because just about anything else is even more cramped than that. But, that is intentional, because it usually means their mouth is perfectly positioned in front of the small hatched-hole on the front of the box.

This punishment requires a few simple steps before the prisoner inside is ready to be used. First, the prisoner must be starved. They can be starved before being put into the box, but studies have shown that prisoners undertake more severe psychological damage when they endure the entire starvation process while confined inside the box. Being so hungry motivates prisoners to eagerly suck down whatever is given to them.

Another important factor is that the box is almost air-tight. There is a limited amount of oxygen allowed to flow into the box, which will gradually lessen over time. Being starved for air and food, the prisoner will constantly have their mind and eyes focused on the hatch. So, when it opens, they have a brief moment to suck in fresh air - brief, because a guard will almost immediately stuff their cock and balls into the hole. In such a cramped space, the box will be filled with the miasmic scent of unwashed Shemale dick-stench.

Perhaps the thing that breaks them down the most, however, is that there is no water source within the box. After two days, when their lips are dry and it hurts to swallow, a condom full of urine is slipped through the hole. There are certainly better and more efficient methods of getting the urine to the prisoners than a condom. However, studies have shown urine-filled condoms have a greater, more harmful psychological effect than anything else. Perhaps it’s the degradation behind it, that a human brain will immediately associate a condom with penis. The prisoner will feel humiliated, thinking about the Futanari who prepared this for them.

With a grumbling, aching stomach, and burning lungs, the only way for the prisoner to survive is to suck the guard’s cock as if it’s fighting for its life. Because, when the Box is involved, the prisoner absolutely is fighting for its life whenever it sucks dick.

The guard feels her cock swelling beneath her tight black skirt, and she starts rubbing herself. Out of the three prisoners, only one is ready to be used.

The guard reads the prisoner’s dossier.

DG1216-05. A Female prisoner, acquired from a Culture somewhere down South. She was arrested because she didn’t pay the weekly tribute to the Futanaris in her street.

Curious to know more, the guard does a quick Google search on the city DB1216-5 was taken from. The Way of Life this city forces on its inferiors actually makes her laugh, and her cock swells even more in anticipation of making the poor Female’s life so much harder.

All Males and Females must pay a weekly tribute of at least twenty dollars to every Futanari living in the same street as them. Inferiors must go door to door, and offer this tribune on their hands and knees with a smile, and thank their Superiors for allowing such a pathetic Inferior to breathe the same air as them. This includes paying tribute to every Futanari in every household, meaning if a house has several Futanari inside, each one must be paid. Even the Futanari children will receive this tithe, as it helps them better understand their place as Superiors in this world.

Each Inferior has three chances, and upon every failure, they will be punished. The most common punishment is being tied down in the Market-place, and being used as a public cum dump. The first punishment is one day. The second punishment is three days. The third and final punishment is a full week, and all of the offender’s possessions will be taken and distributed among the Futanari living on the Inferior’s street as recompense. The Inferior will then be sent to a prison to be trained as a proper cum dumpster.

“Uhgh, that is so fucking hot. I’ve gotta visit that place soon.”

A few minutes later, the guard has a smile on her face as she enters the Box Wing. There are multiple rooms on each side of a hallway she traverses through, but most have empty boxes. She spots the other two that aren’t ready for use yet, as the prisoners inside are still in the starvation process. Then, she comes to Room 05, where Prisoner DG1216 is in the painful stages of her stomach acids trying to eat away at her belly lining.

When Hanag, now known as DG1216 hears footsteps outside, she starts banging her knuckles inside the box. She tries to scream at the guard to let her out, but the air is so thin and almost non-existent that she chokes on his own breath. Then, the hatch in front of her face opens, and she presses her mouth to the open space. She breathes greedily, gasping for air.

She has been inside for five days now. Her stomach is aching severely. She would have died of thirst if not for guards occasionally opening the hatch, only to drop in condoms full of urine. She refused to drink them for the first two days, but now that she knows the true horrors of starvation and especially thirst, she understands why people resort to drinking their own urine in the desert. The worst thing is, she can’t even try to drink her own piss because the box is so small that he can’t get in the right position to. The guards leave her **** but to break the condoms with her teeth and greedily drink. She wasn’t even thinking about the consequences of spilling any - there was plenty for her to drink, so dehydration was no longer a factor. But, when some spilled onto her bicep and chest, and onto the box’s surface, it quickly began to stink out the small space. That made the whole experience that much worse.

So, she alternates between holding her nose out of the hole, and her mouth, desperately trying to wash the stale taste of urine from her tongue and inhale any oxygen not tainted by rancid dickgirl piss.

Barely ten seconds pass, however, before something big and meaty and foul tasting is plunged into her mouth. At the same time, in bright orange lettering, the word S U C K flashes on a small L.E.D screen above the hole. When the huge thing in her mouth begins to throb and something salty and slimy drools onto the back of her tongue, Hanag realises there’s a cock in her mouth.

She wants to pull away. The guard is pushing forward though, trying to cram as much of her dick down her throat as she can. She slides back on her hands and knees, trying to turn her head this way and that to make the cock come free. But the more she struggles and moves around, the better the Futanari’s cock feels apparently, because it twitches and leaks more precum. She swallows without even thinking about it. The precum has a watery consistency, the feeling of something other than urine sitting in her belly makes her guts grumble with eagerness. She’s starving. She needs more. Anything will do. Even sperm…

Tears stream down her cheeks as she crawls forward, pressing her face against the wall of the box to cram the guard’s cock properly down her throat.

“Gggghhrk! Ggguugghk! Ggghhrrrhk!”

Guard 19 has a relaxed, blissful smile on her face as she begins to roll her hips back and forth. She doesn’t say a word, because it’s not like there’s a person inside the box. It’s just a cum dumpster. And the cum dump is so hungry, so she’s going to feed it. The idea that it would starve to **** if she doesn’t feed it her sperm is really exciting to her, and her balls twitch as she begins to thrust harder. To her surprise, she feels the prisoner's tongue rubbing against her sack as it throats her cock. It’s such an incredible sensation, and she imagines how musky and sweaty her sack and balls are. They must taste foul. Yet, the box-**** is desperately sucking her cock and lapping at her nuts like there’s nothing better in the world.

Then, the guard realises she doesn’t even need to thrust. The prisoner inside the box is so **** to milk her nuts that it's rapidly facefucking itself.

“GGHHRRK GGGUGGHK RGGHKRGGGHK!”

“Hhhfff… fffuck yeah…” The guard bites her lip, smiling in pleasure as she rolls her eyes. Her balls twitch, and cum starts flooding into the prisoner’s belly, straight down itsthroat. The orgasm goes on for a wonderfully long time, and the guard hopes it never ends. Her body jerks now and then, knowing she can’t get any deeper into the prisoner’s throat but she tries anyway.

Her orgasm trickles to a few final drops and she feels herself starting to soften in its mouth. God, it really milked every drop out of her - normally she feels like she could cum again, but the prisoner really was starving! The guard is certain her balls were actually milked dry! She looks over the box in appreciation, rubbing it with her hand as if she’s admiring her favourite car or high end gaming computer.

Now she truly understands the value of these boxes. While it is a guard’s duty to ensure the prisoners are being punished and trained, they must also evaluate the effectiveness of the creations they test. Not everything turns out to be fit for use in society. But, these boxes? The guard will absolutely give a full endorsement on these. She hopes if she’s supportive enough of it, the manufacturer might give the guard her own box for free! She’d love having one of these in her own home. She will have to buy an unwilling **** for herself, but who knows - if she’s lucky, the Box manufacturer might provide one of those for her, too!

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The Hands-Free Face Fucker

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Guard number 03 is granted the wonderful opportunity to test the latest invention in breaking down prisoners. It's called the Hands Free Face Fucker. A device is attached to the back of the prisoner's head, attached to some strong elastic straps that wrap around the guard's waist. The guard's cock will go into the prisoner's mouth. The harder and bigger the guard's cock becomes, the more difficult it will get for the prisoner to breathe. The prisoner will have to put more **** into pulling her head back, but the elastic straps will tire her out over time - making it more difficult for her to have enough free space in her mouth and throat to breathe.

Guard 03 is sitting on a regular couch in one of the break rooms. Prisoner DG0120-01 has the very rare opportunity of leaving the cold cells for a while, because the guard wants to be able to relax without having to smell the fear and mess made by the prisoners underground. Not that Prisoner 0120 gets to enjoy anything in the breakroom: She's wearing a sensory deprivation suit and can only smell what is directly in front of her, and taste only what the guard allows her to.

Both, in which case, is the guard's cock.

Without a word, the guard fastens the HFFF device to the prisoner's head, and attaches it to some straps on her own pants. She jerks herself off a bit, letting out a chuckle of amusement as the prisoner tries to turn her face away from her smelly dick. She holds onto the latex completely covering the prisoner's head and forces her to inhale the smell of her cock as she jerks off.

Once she reaches past the point of semi erection, she brings the prisoner's mouth to her meat. The ring gag keeps the mouth wide open, so she slips in easily. In fact, the ring gag is so wide that the guard can't even properly enjoy her lips just yet. So, she pushes the prisoner down until its throat starts gagging around her dick.

"Hhhffh, yeah," she groans softly. Then, she lets go, and pulls the switch on the device, turning it on. The elastic straps tighten. There is a dial that allows the guard to increase its severity, but she wants to enjoy this so she just leaves it on default medium.

But the straps still pull down, growing tighter, forcing the prisoner to take the guard's cock. It feels wonderful, and the guard can relax. She spreads her legs and eases her arms onto the arm chair, a blissful smile on her face. She lets out a light groan sometimes as the prisoner tries to fight the HFFF, but her struggle makes it even better. The more the prisoner resists, the more she tires herself out. The guard listens as she gags and gasps, trying desperately to keep the cock out of her throat. But with every gag, gasp and wheeze for air, the time between her breaths is shortened as she loses the energy to keep fighting it.

Gagslime is drenching the guard's balls, slickening her thighs. Her dick is covered in the mess and her own precum. She lightly taps her fingers on the edge of the arm chair, as if humming to a song in her mind.

The prisoner continues to struggle, but it has been several seconds since she took a proper breath. She can't get the cock out of her throat. Her neck hurts too much and she doesn't have the strength to keep fighting it. Her neck is bulging out, snot and precum drool from her nostrils. She wants to scream and beg the guard to let her breathe, her vocal chords were severed when the Judges ruled her guilty. Guilty of a crime she didn't even commit - but it was a doomed trial to begin with. She's a lowly Female. The 'accused' was a Futanari. As per the laws of the culture she was part of, she had to kiss the Futanari's balls to apologise - which was an even greater humiliation. But nothing compares to being imprisoned in this wretched place.

In this cruel world, there are three types of Inferiors. The True kind, which can easily be bound and controlled via drinking a Futanari's cum. The Hybrid kind, which aren't as susceptible to Futa cum as True Binds, but will still feel the immense need to obey and love their Futanari owner. And finally, the Immune kind, which aren't affected by Futanari cum at all.

The prisoner is one of those. And she understands now that the law system would have used any excuse to have her sent here, because there is no place for her in their perfect little society. You're either an Inferior that can be controlled, or you simply shouldn't exist.

And now, for the past year, she has been **** to suck Futanari dick every day. She has been **** to drink their urine, and much worse.

She can only silently and obediently suck and hope to make the guard cum before she passes out.

The guard feels her orgasm approach and begins huffing in anticipation. She bucks her hips as well, aiding the HFFF device in fucking the prisoner's throat. Her balls tighten, her lips purse, and she cums hard. The prisoner's gagging, convulsing throat feels amazing. But tiredness from pulling long shifts has made the guard tired. And she doesn't even consider trying to unstrap the prisoner's head from her crotch as she drifts off to sleep on the lounge.

The prisoner desperately tries to pull away, red ringing warning bells piercing her mind, telling her that if she doesn't fight, she will die. But she can't do anything. Her consciousness slips. A minute goes by, her brain starts to fail. Her lungs twist and clamp inside her chest, begging her for air. Two more minutes pass, and her brain completely shuts off.

Meanwhile, sinking deeper into sleep, the guard scratches her nuts and groans in pleasure, dreaming about some **** slut doing whatever she can just to make her cum.