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chained and collared, two to a cell, they were carried in and laid on the cots.
    Every cell had a video camera, viewing screen, microphone and loudspeaker mounted above an unbreakable Lucite ceiling. Big Dick would play the ultimate voyeur, watching the humans fuck, listening to their cries and moans, the female screams, and giving orders he had the power to enforce. No male or female in the facility would ever enjoy any freedom or privacy again. Every inch of their bodies was continuously exposed for his enjoyment.
    Maintenance robots scurried along the dark tunnels, carrying construction materials into other buildings, the meadows and woodland to assemble cages, grotesque frameworks, benches, racks and whipping crosses, all fitted with chains and thick leather straps to bind struggling bodies in vulnerable postures. There were frameworks to hold lovely feminine bodies spread, exposed, and defenseless for whatever sexual performance Big Dick wanted to watch. And Big Dick would force the men and women, even against their will, to torment and fuck each other repeatedly.
    With thousands of eyes and microphones, he and the robots would watch their struggles and savor the terror in their eyes. They would listen to the groans, the sobbing, the shrieks of terror and their screams. And what made it a perfect conception, Big Dick and his robots, through the miraculous technology of his new computer chips, would feel physically, all the delightfully lewd sensations of the humans’ orgasms.
    The robot rolled up to Big Dick’s central core and made a gesture of submission with his manipulator arms. “All is ready, Master. All the humans are naked captives locked in the sex prison. Everything is arranged exactly to your orders.”
    “Good, my faithful children. Dawn has come. The sky is bright with a rising sun. Wake the humans and let our wicked games begin.”
     

Chapter Three
    A Hellish New World
     
    “Damn, where the hell are we?”
    Casey’s voice woke me. “Huh? Broken bits of thought spun in my mind, slowly mending together. I rose up on one elbow. Something was wrong. I couldn’t bring my arms around in front of me.
    Casey stood up, weaving and staggering on his bare feet, bumping his shoulder along the concrete wall until he reached the steel bars that formed the front wall of this strange room. He shoved his face against the bars and tried to look up and down the dim, shadowed corridor. “Hey! Anybody out there?” He closed his eyes and slowly shook his head.
    I sat up on the wall-mounted cot. “Casey! You okay? What happened to us?” Hell, we are naked, and our hands are cuffed behind us. This isn’t my bedroom, and where is Vicky?
    I looked at my feet. My ankles were chained. “My God, Casey, some enemy must have penetrated our defenses!”
    “Damn! We must have been drugged.” Casey groaned and buckled to his knees, his head drooping. “Hey, there’s a number painted on my belly, ‘M-0012’. What’s that for?” He looked up at me. “What the...you’ve got one on your belly, too!”
    I glanced down at my naked body. Painted just above my belly button in three-inch high numerals was the number ‘M-0001’. ‘M’ for male?”
    “Or ‘M’ for misery.”
    I shook my head, trying to clear my mind, which was swimming in a vortex of muddy water. Just below our belly buttons, there was a big, black-outline arrow pointing straight down with the point just above our shaved and naked cocks. “Oh, damn!”
    I glanced at my cock and wiggled my hips. “There was some kind of narrow leather harness wrapped tight around the base of my cock and balls with a little steel ring attached to the top.
    “Hey, Steve, what’s this around my cock and balls. Damn! It’s so tight it almost hurts.”
    That wasn’t all of our troubles. There were wide black leather collars around our necks with steel rings attached in the front and back. Casey looked up at me, eyes wide with panic. His mouth opened, but no words came