The Inspection
#1 of The Re-Education Facility (Mind Control/Hypno Themes)
The Inspection
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"Ah, mister Field, we have been expecting you! Do come in, do come in!"
The black car had been parked in front of the bleak grey building, and out of the back seat a rather stern-looking wolf wearing sunglasses had stepped, dressed in all black as well. The fur on the doorway, flanked by guards in khaki uniforms was in complete contrast to his dark demeanour - the dragon's scales were mostly red with speckles of green here and there, as well as his horns, which were uniformly green and almost looked like they were made of cast glass. He approached the black-clothed wolf with his clawed hands spread, a big smile on his snout.
"Welcome, welcome!" the dragon announced.
The wolf accepted the eager pawshake with a tense flick of his tail, and despite standing about as tall as the dragon, he did seem just a little intimidated, or at least hoping that the dragon would feel intimidated by him, and not the other way around.
"Good day," the wolf said.
"I am most pleased to see you, Mister Field!" the dragon spoke up. "I hope that you will find out facilities more than satisfactory and that you will see our results to be most excellent!"
"That is why I am here, Director Crocker," the wolf replied. "Nothing more."
The dragon didn't seem bothered by the fact that his exuberant greetings and his overflowing courtesy had been rather dryly rebuffed. The wolf was standing by the car and looking up and along the grey wall of the prison, its barred windows spreading to all directions, the tall fences everywhere.
"I am sure you will find that the government grant has been put into good use to revolutionize the function of the corrective facility and that everything you see will be simply marvelous!" the dragon said.
"That remains to be determined," the wolf said curtly.
"Of course, of course!" the dragon clapped his hands together. "Shall we go in now? I thought we could start with a general tour of the facilities, so that you can immediately see what we have accomplished here with the money, and then we might perhaps review some individual cases of success as well as of course look at the numbers, heheh!"
The wolf flicked a tense ear.
"Perhaps we will. But I must admit that I am curious to see how these renovations you suggested have been put into action."
"Oh yes, it's a brand new prison now, quite so!" the dragon waved his hand about to indicate the uninviting wall. "And with our entirely revamped philosophy, I am sure you will find it to be rather unusual, too!"
"That remains to be seen," said the wolf.
The dragon winked.
"Oh I am sure that you will find it very interesting indeed!" the dragon murmured. "Shall we, then?"
"Yes."
"Doors, please!" the dragon told the guards, one of whom inputted a key code which followed with the doors opening up.
"If you would follow me, Mister Field," the dragon gestured at the open hallway in front of them.
"Yes."
They climbed the few steps required and entered into the corridor, lit with red lights shining above in the ceiling. The corridor terminated in another set of doors only about ten yards away, and these doors opened automatically upon their approach. It was revealed to be only a small alcove-like thing, a vestibule, with another pair of doors on the end adorned with the stenciled labels:
NEGATIVE PRESSURE FACILITY ENTRANCE
ONLY ENTER WHEN THE OUTER DOORS ARE CLOSED!
INNER AND OUT DOOR ARE NEVER TO BE OPEN SIMULTANEOUSLY!
The wolf looked curiously at the red text plastered on the walls, a glance that the dragon noticed as well, but it did not seem to bother him, either.
"A security precaution," the Director said. "We won't be entering the affected areas ourselves, but as a special safety measure, the entire building is being maintained at 90% ambient pressure to ensure that should there be a containment breach, the air will flow from the outside to the inside and not vice versa, which might cause uncontrolled dispersion - even if we are far away from any major inhabitation, of course."
"Of course."
The doors closed behind them, and the noise of fans filled the room. The wolf's ears began to flick rapidly.
"Do try to swallow quickly, that stabilizes the pressure inside your Eustachian tubes," the Director said sweetly.
"Humph," said the wolf, though his Adam's apple kept bobbing as he did as he'd been told.
After about a minute, there was a loud shrill buzz of a siren, and the sound of the fans ended.
"And we're done!" the dragon announced. "Let's see then..."
He input another keycode and they could enter into a larger hallway, this one running through the building, with the left-paw side announced various administrative sections, while the arrows pointing to the right indicated that it was the way to the actual containment sections.
"We should get up to the third floor, that way we can observe the entire process from the monitoring catwalk," the Director said. "If you would..."
"Yes."
The curt wolf followed the chattering dragon up the numerous flights of stairs. They passed a few guards, all dressed in their customary khaki outfits, as well as white-coated technical staff. The wolf looked at them mildly, still wearing his sunglasses even on the inside, and by the time they reached the third floor landing, he opened his muzzle to interrupt the endless flow of speech from the scaly.
"Why are everyone carrying those small cases?" he tapped his hip to indicate the place where he'd seen all staff members have a small bag, slung over one shoulder, and carried upon the person.
"Oh!" the dragon's tail flickered up behind him, pointing at the ceiling briefly. "Yes, emergency respirators, in case they have to enter any of the affected areas at a short notice. Since it is absorbed entirely through the respiratory system, a simple mask is enough protection for the staff."
"I see," the wolf said.
"Ah, here we are!" the dragon pointed out a door constructed of milky-colored glass. "This is where we start the grand tour, hahah! As it happens, we've had three new inmates arrive today from other facilities, so you'll get to see how they are being processed into our own little correctional family here."
"Not so little," the wolf mused. "You do have five hundred and twenty-six inmates at present."
"Five hundred and twenty-nine as of today, once these new inmates are properly processed, of course!" the dragon cheered, typing away on the keypad. "Excuse the slowness, but as you know, security is of utmost essence here, heheh."
"Yes, " the wolf said.
The dragon gave him a brief look, but did not seem to let it hamper his mood. The door opened, and they entered into a corridor, the catwalk, with one wall made of slanting bulletproof glass and opening down as a viewing gallery above the spaces below, separated by walls and doors upon the change of each section. Right now all they saw below was office space, with several furs in uniforms working upon computers, and some of them browsing through objects upon tables, wearing white plastic gloves.
"Here is the inmate processing section, the first end, so to speak," the Director mused, "here the paperwork is done and their possessions are taken in, an inventory is made, they're checked for contraband, and they are then put into storage until the inmates are transferred or released, indeed. But more about that next up front!"
They paced along the catwalk, past the bustling furs below them, through another door, and now into another space, overlooking what looked to be a locker room of sorts, with showers and cabinets, and staff wearing plastic aprons.
"Ah, yes!" the dragon sounded pleased. "Here they shower and change into new prison uniforms - ours are green, quite comfortable and easy to handle, as well as their shoes, yes...but looks like they have gone forward from here as well...but that's not a problem for us because onward we go as well! This used to be a sniper corridor, by the way, firing positions down to the actual prison floor before the renovation...hah...we don't have anything like that here anymore. It's simply not needed at all."
"Hmmm."
The next door they entered was labeled "MEDICAL PROCESSING" and the corridor overlooked a clinic of sorts,with four beds, separated by curtains, and the staff working on their patients. Now they could see the new inmates the dragon had been talking about earlier - on three of the beds, an inmate was lying, hooked into some monitoring equipment while they were being examination. What the wolf noticed immediately was that they were naked, their freshly laundred prison uniforms already folded aside while the staff attended to their three new bodies - a horse, a jaguar and a Doberman, each lying upon their beds, eyes open and looking upwards with a blank expression on their muzzles.
"They seem very calm," the wolf observed.
"They receive a sedative as soon as they enter this part of the facility, they are told that it is a hepatitis vaccination and that it is compulsory - of course they are provided that later on, but for now, it is just to make them relax and make them amenable to the processing as of now."
As they watched, a male nurse in white scrubs approached the curtain with the Doberman in it, where a fox doctor as already standing, in a white coat and wearing gloves.
"Oh, let's see what happens now, Mister Field, I think you'll find this very interesting!"
The dragon put his hands upon the shiny metal rail running the length of the corridor and leaned on towards the window, as if hoping to see even better what was going on. The wolf at least removed his sunglasses, now, but continued to stand quite upright.
Below, the Doberman's genitals were washed with a sponge, making them glisten with water before quickly dried with a paper towel. After that, the white-coated medic applied some kind of a cream upon the dog's sheath, before the nurse handed something out from the box he had brought along with him. This item the doctor seemed to place around the Doberman's sheath. Once his paws were removed, they could see that it was made of transparent plastic and entirely covered the dog's sheath.
"As you see," the dragon explained to the wolf, "the new inmates are fitted with custom-sized cage devices to prevent them from touching their genitals. Their sizing allows for normal urination and erections, however, since we of course want to encourage these natural functions. Masturbation, however, is not to be encouraged at this point."
"I see," the wolf said, non-pulsed by the display below them.
"Yes...I think we should go and check A wing, to show you how the fresh inmates spend the first two weeks of their confinement at the facility."
The wolf gave only a nod, but the dragon was still more than happy to lead him along the corridor, into a bend and an intersection, through a part that did not have any glass walls, and then emerging into another observation area, this time running above a corridor overlooking a hallway lined with the cells. There were about twenty of them, though only half of them were occupied by inmates at the moment. They could see some, even now, some sitting, others standing or pacing in their small rooms. The cells did not have bars but instead their walls opening into the hallway were composed of bullet-proof glass or plastic, as unbreakable by physical force as steel, and keeping them quietly at bay.
"Here is the first part of the conditioning," the dragon said, "they are kept in these cells for 23 hours each day, though of course they are each allotted one hour of physical exercise in one of the exercise yards where they are taken individually. They are not allowed any contact or communication with one another at this time, except of course the fact that they are able to see one another through the transparent partitions into the corridor. This is to show them that they are not entitled to privacy in this prison, due to their status as inmates."
"And they all...have devices fitted?"
"Oh, of course!" the dragon smiled. "That bear there, for example...do observe the bulge in the front of his pants..."
He pointed out a burly bear, standing sullen against the transparent door into his cell, staring out into the hallway beyond. His covered groin was almost touching the glass, with its noticeable mound signalling his captured masculine equipment.
"At the same time we are employing a mixture of masculine and feminine pheromones introduced into the air of the section to increase their sexual awareness and levels of arousal, despite their inability to...act upon these impulses, as of yet, of course."
"And this lasts for two weeks?"
"Yes," the dragon said. "It has been determined to be quite enough to get them desperately horny."
The wolf's ear flicked at the sudden remark, but he did not pursue it with words.
"B Wing then, to show you the next phase of the program, if you would, Mister Field?"
Several minutes later, they emerged into what was an indoor open space, lined with cells, but here the inmates were allowed to move about at will, it seemed, the viewing gallery catwalk running above it all. The space was two stories tall and furnished with simple chairs and tables and couches, and even a pool table, in one side, where currently a lion and a fox were playing against one another - both shocking nude, as were the rest of the inmates around the floor, except for their transparent cock cages and black collars around their necks.
"This is the free floor facility," the dragon explained, "here we are continuing the sexual conditioning by increasing their levels of arousal while also encouraging inmate wellbeing, exercise and interaction."
"They are all nude," the wolf said.
"Oh, yes," the dragon chuckled heartily, "this part of the facility is no-clothes zone. Others are more of the clothing optional type, but here...no clothing."
"They are all wearing collars, they weren't wearing them before."
"Shock collars," the dragon blurted.
The wolf looked at him curiously.
"Surely - "
"They are capable of introducing a current into the spine, rendering them incapable of voluntary movement," the dragon explained, "it is extremely unpleasant, I have been told, and it is a necessary control measure. Some inmates have been known to react..ill...at this point, and these are dangerous men, after all, hence we cannot take any risks."
"i don't see any guards around."
"The rooms are remotely monitored and guards are in the observation gallery over there," the dragon pointed out a booth on the other side of the second floor, with windows overlooking the area, "they may enter at a moment's notice in any true emergencies, of course."
"And this is because of the...of the chemicals?"
"Yes, they are being pumped into the air at a constant rate set for this part of the facility," the dragon said. "Of course at this stage, the levels are quite low, but there would still be effects should the staff be exposed, hence we take all the precautions."
The wolf glanced up and down at the great pane of glass in front of them, as if checking its frames from leaks.
"Come on, it's exercise hour, we should see some of their interaction there!" the dragon sounded enthusiastic.
They walked over to another intersection and entered to a space to the left, the opposite side from the free open space, this time to show a great indoors gym lit with light coming through a transparent ceiling above them. About two dozen men were milling about below, all nude as before, though this time engaging in various forms of exercise. There were weight benches and even now a huge cougar, his muscled arms covered in gang tattoos, pumped iron while a burly boar was spotting him, standing so that his large genitals were practically hanging above the face of the huffing cat doing his reps.
"As you can see, despite their initial awkwardness to nudity and...complaints about the chastity, of course, they manage to be quite amiable," the dragon continued. "Although we keep the oxytocin introduction at quite the low levels at this stage to taper down the progress of the conditioning to a more manageable speed. Proceeding too fast is not desireable."
"I see."
"But that is what the C wing is for, of course!" the dragon grinned. "Shall we see what happens when they are finally freed of their chastity cages?"
"I am on a schedule," the wolf replied. "I would like to proceed as planned."
"By all means!" the dragon smirked.
The way to the next section was longer, including them crossing over a glass-enclosed bridge into an adjoining building. Here the viewing catwalk ran above the hallway separating the cells, which, incidentally, had no ceilings and only had walls about two yards tall, above which there was free space, which both made the room more spacious and offered those in the viewing catwalk a better view.
"Here we have divided the inmates into four-fur units, with each receiving their personal bunk and storage locker for their possessions," the dragon described the appointments, "we have four units like this, this is only the one we keep for...display purposes like this, of course, the others are identical, but this is the one most heavily populated at the moment."
Curious sights opened below them. It seemed that almost every top bunk in the bunk beds was occupied by someone who was either surreptitiously or shamelessly masturbating themselves. Almost directly below them a slinky rabbit was jacking off with rapid, quick strokes, while the bull on the bunk in the next booth seemed to take a slower approach, using both of his hands to rub down the club-like tool he was holding lovingly in his grip while his hips were even bucking into his spit and pre-cum soaked hands. Both of the booths were otherwise unoccupied, at the time.
"Here, as you can see, their chastity cages have been removed, allowing them to pleasure themselves at will," the dragon explained. "With the increase of pheromones in the ingoing air, of course, that also corresponds with the heightened level of arousal, leading into quite the...well, displays such as these..."
Below them, the rabbit had reached his final stretch and jacked off madly, toes curling and his ears flapping about before he let out a voiceless sigh and thick streaks of cum spurted over his chest. .
"So you keep them calm by making them chronic masturbators?" the wolf suggested.
The dragon snickered cheerfully.
"For now" he winked. "Just wait to see what happens in the D wing...that's where things get quite serious, I must tell you."
"I am ready to see."
The dragon glanced at his expensive wristwatch and smiled.
"Well, as it happens, I think D has just ended their exercise shift and are ready to head to the showers...and that's always a good time to observe them...for many reasons!"
After a seemingly endless stretch of blank corridors, some stairs and a bend in the hallway, they reached the ground floor and a door marked "D WING - AUTHORISED PERSONNEL ONLY".
"There is no window here, but a one-way mirror...to give them a sense of modesty...quite unfounded, I think, but oh well...the view is still more than...ample, I assure you."
The dragon input the code to let them into a dark corridor, the lightning provided thus to bring out the contrast that allowed the one-way mirror to function as it was meant to, to give them a view into the large shower room , tiled in white and with no partitions - the only fittings were the showerheads in the ceiling, creating areas of water pouring upon the inmates who had been piled into the room.
There were a dozen wet bodies under the showers, busily scrubbing each other's bodies with paws - there was a small cougar washing a huge stallion, for example, while next to them an even bigger bull was doing a delicate job of washing a Rottweiler who was about a foot shorter than he was. Nobody seemed to mind the public shower arrangement, nor the both inadvertent and deliberate touching that was taking place, secretly observed through the one-way mirror.
"As you can see, I am sure, the chastity devices are back...but only for now, hahah," the dragon chuckled," we have found it to be the most functional combination...these men who have spent the past two months under these conditions have already been bonding together in many ways...and here, once their sexual outlets have once again been deprived of them, you can see that they are seeking other kind of comfort...intimacy from one another, as it is. A kind touch, a pleasant word...a helping paw..."
Under one of the showers, they could see a wolf, a beaver and a dragon practically grinding each other, soapy paws moving over their bodies while they washed beneath the streaming water.
"And I presume that your chemicals have something to do with all this?"
"To a degree, of course," the Director said. "We are increasing the amount of hormones responsible for bonding and the like, besides of course increasing the pheromone levels to new heights to ensure that while they are more keen on one another, they are also getting more and more aroused, and unable to do anything about it for now."
"And how long do they stay here?"
"About two weeks, depending on their progress," the dragon replied." Once they seem...mellow enough, they can be transferred to the E Wing, which is, incidentally, the main section of the prison, and houses our largest population at the moment, two hundred and sixty-one inmates."
"And is that also where the revenue is generated?"
The dragon chuckled.
"Ah, the issue of money," the Director mused,"worry not, that part has not been forgotten, no, no, and shall be addressed as well in due time."
"Alright."
"Shall we proceed to the E building then?"
"Let's."
"It is quite the way, but I'm sure we'll be fine!" the Director smiled. "This way...there is a lot to see there, I assure you..."
This time they walked for several minutes, corridors, hallways, even dipping out to the roof of the building for a moment, though still inside enclosed space, ventilated with purified air even if they were bathed in genuine sunlight from above. The wolf questioned the dragon upon this and that, but the Director dodged the questions, saying that there would be 'more time for answering them after the tour'. It didn't seem to be the most pleasing of responses for the inspector, but he stopped complaining by the time they reached the E building.
"Another flight of stairs, I'm afraid, but we do need a vantage point above the floor to see the entire complex," the dragon explained.
One final milky glass door, and they seemed to have entered into a veritable den of sodomy opening everywhere below then.
The area was rectangular in shape, roughly, with public spaces surrounding alcoves in star patterns on the center, covered in bedding, blankets, pillows and mattresses, though they were no beds. The alcoves had walls to separate them from one another, though lacking doors, seemed to not have been designed with privacy in mind. The public areas seemed well appointed, much more than the recreation areas in previous sections - computer game stations, pinball machines, gym equipment, exercise bikes, even bookshelves with cosy chairs surrounding them, really, entertainment of many sorts, although it seemed that the occupants of the cell block were not too interested in sampling them at the moment.
On the floor, against the walls, upon every surface, bench, couch and the beds, there were men fucking. Legs up, tails raised, men bouncing upon hips, men showing cocks into muzzles and asses, everyone seemed to be inside someone and enjoying themselves in a feverish bout of man-sex that filled the large space with ripples of excitement and sexual fervor.
"Here, we have added the hormone stimulants to increase the sexual appetite ten-fold," the dragon explained while his eyes lingered on a dragon getting his ass pounded by a stallion's foot-long cock, the green scaly's head thrown up while he trilled in pleasure, only barely audible in the viewing gallery overseeing the events, "this was not done before the induction of the bonding routines, because all that testosterone and the psyches of these men...it simply does not mix."
He chuckled wryly and entertained his eyes upon the sight of a rabbit bouncing happily, blissfully on a fox-cock upon one of the couches while a heavily tattooed tiger watched, masturbating himself as he enjoyed the show of the two furs fucking out in the open.
"But as you can see Mister Field, they have a rather...different way of expending their energies here, rather than aggression," the dragon said. "With the hormonal and pheromonal stimulation to the max, they really have quite the appetite to sate."
The wolf seemed to not know where to put his eyes - to the pair of lions mating anally on all fours near a big television on which a Doberman was playing his X-Box with, displaying a huge doggie boner of his own - or maybe the coyote rimming a fox, paws holding those fuzzy butt cheeks open while the vulpine enjoyed the treatment of a big, wet tongue plundering his rear - or even the husky sucking a donkey's big, musky cock while the equine heehawed in pleasure. It all seemed spontaneous, good-natured and enjoyable to everyone around the room,
"So instead of fighting..."
"They enjoy each other, besides exercising, studying and otherwise developing themselves, physically and mentally," the dragon replied. "WE happened to catch the free hour before they once again divide between classes, the gymnasium and the...heh...as you say, the revenue-generating unit."
"So you make them work?"
"They hardly see it as work," the dragon chuckled. "Even the education, they find to be quite amenable, knowing the reward for this good behavior...and you are looking at it even now. You're watching car thieves, murderers, sex criminals and burglars all together, no fights, no arguments, no gangs...unless you count the gang bangs that sometimes happen...spontaneously...heheh..."
The wolf pulled his eyes away from the sight of a horse getting his ass fucked by a bear, and looked at the dragon again.
"So what is there next?"
"Well, the show block, of course, right down this corridor, but once again, I'm afraid there's only viewing ports there, due to the nature of the...work that goes on there, of course, we have to maintain the illusion...as you would expect, of course."
"Of course."
"There is always something going on there, so we might as well drop by! And I'm sure you are just itching to see it, by now, after all this..."
"I am simply here to observe," the wolf said.
"You are hard to please, Mister Field!" the dragon sounded outraged.
"Once I see the numbers, you can consider me pleased, if everything turns out fine, with all of these expenses..."
"Oh, shush! I'm sure you'll be blown away!" the dragon nudged the wolf's shoulder. "Just a moment, then..."
The section of the facility they entered was perhaps the most traditional of all the cell blocks they had visited yet - bunk beds, bars painted in white, cinderblock walls, bare sinks and toilet seats, the lot, with inmates wearing orange prisoner jumpsuits, and uniformed guards walking the hallway swinging their nightsticks around. Besides that, the activities seemed to be rather unconventional - one of the cells had a malamute getting royally fucked by a lion, while in the next cell, a rat inmate was on his knees and sucking the cock of the Rottweiler guard who had stuck his big doggie cock through the bars to let the rat get into his musky cock, sucking on it with his paws secured behind his back with some cuffs, tail flicking about while he slurped on the big, knotted shaft, head bobbing up and down on the thick tool.
"This is it, Mister Field," the dragon stated, "the...headquarters of Cellblock Zeta, the premiere fetish fantasy porn website, providing 24-hour streaming of live activities, and hundreds of pay per view and on demand titles showcasing all species and all kinds of depraved sexual activities...for affordable sign-up prices, of course!"
"And all this is filmed?" the wolf asked.
"Yes, here by remote-operated cameras, elsewhere, manually operated cameras, by our specially trained inmates."
"And that guard...?" the wolf questioned as he pointed out the burly bull with the blue cap and a clinging equipment belt around his bulky waist.
"Another inmate," the dragon said, "a habitual thief, actually, he's got some sort of a record for stealing cars in his county, I understand. Now he seems quite happy there, doesn't he? Today he's a guard, tomorrow an inmate...next day, a bondage bull in a dungeon getting whipped for another raunchy video..our repertoire is quite expansive besides the basic prison video package...we have inmates in the process of constructing a pirate ship set, actually...the Ass Pirates of Carribbean is bound to be a great hit...heh...but that's just what the marketing department tells me, I am by no means an expert on it...but I suppose I should believe them...they do make the money for our running costs..."
"Federally funded gay pornography production would never be approved by the congress, hence of course, that is completely unofficial," the wolf said. "But the...rehabilitation program...of course...the Capitol does hope to endorse it, for possible...extension of the plan. As soon as I see the numbers."
"Of course," the dragon said. "Would you like to see some of the other sets? There's an otter watersports shoot taking place in one of the set, and a bunny bondage scenario, and a rather...debauched prison medical exam, too, if I remember the schedule right, of course...we do produce so much, considering our constantly renewing cast selection and enthusiastic performers coming up with many of the ideas we present as our latest scenarios for our viewing public. They are quite innovative."
The wolf glanced at the sight of the rat now rubbing his ass against the bars to let the guard hot-dog his butt with his cock.
"So it seems," the wolf cleared his throat.
"So what it is?" the dragon smiled. "The accounting, or a further tour?"
"I think I have seen enough," the wolf declared. "I'd like to see the books now."
"By all means," said the dragon. "Shall we?"
"Yes, please."
The dragon and the wolf proceeded down the dark hallway, the Director's clawed hand casually on the wolf's shoulder.
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