Part 3 - Interview with Dr. Zoe Voigt
Anna awoke from her dreamless slumber with a start as her sleep capsule jolted into motion. Every evening – after a grueling sixteen-hour day of continuous treatments – she was packed away into a capsule to rest and recuperate. Of course, some of her treatments had called for considerable longer periods than a mere sixteen hours. Her first session on the rectal gravity dilator had been almost thirty-six hours long. She only knew that because the attending nurse had congratulated her on her first marathon anal dilation session – and that she had been cleared to have them incorporated into her normal treatment regime. Anna’s pain and orgasm rattled mind could count at least six more of such marathon treatment sessions in the weeks since then. By her best estimate, she had been interned into Germany’s asylum system for roughly a month now.
Her sleeping capsule jolted again brining her fully to consciousness. She moaned loudly as the 7.90” thick, soft, smoothly veined healing dildo stopped its slow thrusting and rotation and was fully extracted from her ruined nether hole. Anna relished the ability to moan. Her stint inside the sleep capsule was the only time during the day that her throat wasn’t gagged by a thick dildo. The healing dildo continuously pumped fast-acting Healing Formula-8 into her rectum and worked it around every nook and cranny to heal her body from the previous days’ treatments and prepare it for the next. A few seconds later, and the considerably shorter 6.50” healing dildo that had been rotating around inside her quickly expanding cunt was extracted as well. She felt her bladder start draining as its own 1.15” healing catheter was extracted at last. Finally, the TENS pads fitted to the inside of the capsule that worked her muscles out as she slept so they remained healthy and didn’t atrophy stopped their pulsing – after all, she had yet to be released from the strict bondage holding her body immobile even once. Her toned body was covered in sweat from the all-night workout.
Finally, her capsule slid out of the wall it had been stored in and Anna blinked at the blinding light of the sleep chamber. She knew she was in the third row of capsules from the bottom. As her eyes adjusted to the now normal light level of the room, she could see the sixteen rows of capsules above her. Each capsule had a thick healing dildo slowly sliding in and out of an interred rectum, and another, smaller dildo slowly rotating just above it. Looking down, she saw twenty more rows of occupied capsules against the opposite wall.
The back of her bed rose to a 45-degree angle and a mechanical arm holding a feeding bottle that contained her daily nutrients pushed itself into her mouth. It reminded Anna of a baby bottle, but with a long, thick penis instead of a nipple. As she began to suck on the latex cock, her mouth filled with salty, pudding-like nutrient paste. She swallowed with gusto and sucked harder as she was reminded of how hungry she was. As she did, a mechanical voice sounded tenderly, “Not so fast, Patient Ziegler. You’ll upset your stomach.” She sighed and slowed down her sucking. As she did, the machine eased the long dildo down her throat and began a gentle fucking motion. “Work the shaft with your throat muscles to continue feeding, Patient Ziegler.” Again, she did as she was instructed and felt more nutrient paste slide down her throat.
Glancing quickly to her left and right, she saw the other 19 patients of her row being fed in an identical manner. As usual, ex-nurse Gretchen from Anna’s first day at the asylum was next to her. The pair smiled at each other as best they could while their throats were being fuck-fed.
While this was going on, other mechanical arms where wiping down her globe-like tits. They had been slathered in healing ointment when she was packed into the capsule. Since all the patients in the asylums were spent a lot of time being carried around suspended by their tits, the ointment healed any damage and retightened the skin – the ointment also contained a concentrated dosage of Voluptumax. Voluptumax was the considerably more potent follow on drug to the original Voluptuzym. Anna judged that her now J cup tits were perkier than they been when she had been nineteen with ‘only’ E cups! With her breasts now cleaned, the strap harnesses were fitted over them once again. Anna groaned as the bases constricted tightly down onto the base of each tit, quickly followed by the thinner straps that encircled each mammary in a web-like mesh of leather. The pain would eventually die down into a constant ache, but with the breast bondage still new, her poor tits were screaming in protest – as they did every morning.
Next, more mechanical arms reached around behind her and tightened the bolts of her corset, arm binder and leg binder. Anna grunted at the extra pressure. She wasn’t sure how much thinner her waist could possibly get; or her arms and shoulders closer together; or her legs farther behind her held-straight torso. Already, her waist couldn’t be that much thicker than the anal dildos that were forced inside her all day; her forearms had long since touched from elbow to wrist, and she imagined her shoulders were getting pretty close to touching by now; and her ankles now touched behind her bound arms, and she figured her knees were only a couple inches apart. In general, her level of flexibility was approaching that of a seasoned contortionist. God only knew how severe the bondage of an actual contortionist would be in an asylum like this!
With a suddenness, the pace of the feeding cock in her throat picked up considerably. “Almost there, Patient Ziegler,” cooed the machine. Glancing from side to side once again, Anna could see all the women who had just been extracted from their sleeping chambers sucking greedily on their bottles while their throats were fucked just as hard as her own was being. “Almost there…” continued the machine as the cock began hammering the depths of her throat while seeping nutrient paste. Anna couldn’t help but groan in pleasure as she gave the fake dick the best throat-job she could. “There!” announced the machine as it pulled the feeding cock out of her throat and filled her mouth with a massive deluge of salty pudding. Before Anna could do anything about it, the cock rammed back down her throat and forcefully pushed most of the paste down into her stomach as it went. Half a dozen more times this process was completed before the feeding cock stopped moving and was removed at last. “Good job, Patient Ziegler,” the machine said almost happily. “Feeding complete.”
With her breasts now bound and her normal bondage tightened and her feeding over, her normal face hood and dildo gag were fitted onto her head for the day. Overhead, a cable came down and latched onto her breast bondage and Anna felt herself lift out of her capsule at last. As she rose, she came face to face with a tired looking, identically bound brunette woman who was probably in her mid-30’s. The pair circled around each other and then the brunette was lowered into the capsule that Anna had just vacated. Anna just hung there by her tits for a minute or so as all twenty women in her row finished bondage preparation for the days’ treatments. She watched the brunette woman have her breast bondage removed. Mechanical hands then started massaging each bloated, purple orb with ointment as other arms removed her medium-grade torture treatment dildo and replaced it with a healing variety. The woman’s cunt was being fitted with its own healing dildo as the last of the waking patients finished up and the long line of twenty hanging women started into motion towards the shower and enema chamber.
When Anna had first arrived at the asylum, all this had been undertaken by actual human nurses. There was no possible way that the asylum system could handle the influx of patients without heavy automation. It had been about a week into her stay when she had first used the automated sleeping chamber instead of the old manual one. While the double-stacked old chamber accommodated 80 women, the new chamber held an astounding 800 women stacked 20 high! And all in the same footprint of the massive asylum building! The old chamber had required twenty nurses to operate it, while the new chamber only required a single nurse to oversee the robots and handle the occasional situation that was outside of their programming. From her brief discussions with the nurses who used to operate the sleeping chamber, about half of them had been transferred to other under-manned departments in the asylum while the other half had been determined obsolete and had joined the patient population early – some were still in their early 20’s.
Anna was about in the middle of the line of women moving down the track. The momentary emptiness of her three lower holes was odd and disconcerting – not that she had long to wait until they were filled to their breaking points again. A revolving door set against the far wall swallowed each woman in the moving line. When it was Anna’s turn, she found herself in a long, tiled room filled with so much steam that she could only see maybe three women in front of her. The room was designed as an assembly line. First, an arm extended from the floor slipped a long, narrow wand that snaked its way deep into the colon nearly four feet. Forceful streams of water shot out from the tip as it spun around and administered a high colonic enema. Slowly, the wand extracted itself. The women’s assholes didn’t even have to be held open. They were so dilated that even at rest the smallest gape was easily over 4” across – dirty water just came gushing out the bottom of each women and into the room’s drains. The next station, two-foot long apparatuses with hundreds of spring-loaded, small, outward-facing, soft-bristled brushes were inserted. As the devices spun, the rectal walls were scrubbed clean of any fecal matter, F-8 and residual lubrication. Next came a smaller device for the vaginal openings. After that was a smaller still device aimed at slightly gaping urethras. Finally, water heads sprayed each hanging woman down with hot soapy, water and then rinsed them off with cool, clean water. Hot air blasts then quickly dried each body.
With the hanging women now clean inside and out, the next station inserted lubrication dispensers deep into the three sets of holes. At long last, the waiting treatment anal dildos and punishment catheters were brought in. Anna groaned as she saw that her treatment dildo for today was a 7.95” heavy-grade torture dildo. Today was going to be a rough day, she thought to herself as the horrible latex monster was unceremoniously rammed into her destroyed nether hole. Another revolving door at the other end of the long room led out into the asylum’s hallway. As each clean and plugged woman exited, they were routed off in different directions to their waiting treatments.
As Anna went along her way, she glanced to the left and right as she passed by dozens of full and equally busy sleeping chambers. She couldn’t believe how crowded the asylum had gotten in just a few short weeks. There were bound patients hanging from their tits everywhere! Her passage was blocked at multiple busy intersections as women were routed everywhere. Although, she shouldn’t be surprised. After all, 82% of Germany’s population was female, and the majority of that was over the age of 30. That equaled millions of women who were likely just waiting for new anal asylums to be constructed so they could permanently commit themselves for life. There used to be female nurses and handlers running all over the place as well, but with each passing day, their numbers dwindled as automation took over the asylum’s day-to-day functions and the nursing ranks were slowly folded into the asylum’s patient population.
Anna’s eyebrow rose slightly as she turned down a new hallway she’d never been down before. She had recognized the hallway she’d been going down as the hallway towards the Reciprocating Anal Penetration Therapy rooms – or shake-fuck therapy, as the nurses used to call it before the robotic helpers had taken over that section of the asylum as well a week or so ago. She passed through a few more doors and noticed he decor had changed considerably. Most of the asylum was very Spartan in its furnishings: bare concrete and steel with bright white light. The area she found herself in was actually carpeted, with painted, art adorn walls, and soft, natural lighting. She began passing by doors to offices, each containing only one or two occupants each – one obviously a bound patient and the other a female – or occasionally a male – doctor. Anna’s forward motion stopped abruptly – causing her to grunt uncomfortably on her sore breasts. She turned and then entered the well-furnished office of a Dr. Zoe Voigt – according to the room’s nameplate.
Inside, an attractive raven haired doctor in her late 20’s with waist-long hair in a tight braid thrown over her left shoulder was waiting for her. The tall, thin woman wore thick-rimmed glasses she low on her nose; the glasses were likely cosmetic as no one suffered from eyesight issues these days. The lapels of Dr. Voigt’s white lab coat barely covered up the sides of her massive, exposed J cup breasts. The thin garment came together at roughly bellybutton level for a single button before separating again and ending just as her wide hips flared outwards. Her modest 3” long, deep blue skirt went from her low midriff to just above her exposed pussy. She wore black stockings that came up to her tones thighs. Two black garter straps on each side went from the top of her stockings and ended in wicked looking alligator clamps attached to her inner labia. The garters were obviously elastic as her labia were being pulled down and outwards several inches. On top, she wore a pair of thick rubber bands around the base of each tit-orb. The dark red color of her bound breasts stood out in stark contrast with her otherwise creamy white skin.
“Good morning, Ms. Ziegler,” said the doctor pleasantly as Anna was lowered onto a frame that supported her straight up and facing the doctor’s desk. The fittings on the base of her anal dildo made contact with the frame and engaged. Immediately, the horrible torture dildo began making short, slow thrusting movements of merely a few inches in either direction. Even here, Anna would not be spared from her anal therapy. “If you’ll please remove the patient’s oral gag, A5, so I can conduct my interview,” Zoe said to no one in particular.
“Of course, doctor,” came a reply out of a speaker somewhere. A mechanical arm came out from behind the frame, locked onto Anna’s dildo gag and pulled it free with a soft popping sound.
“Thank you, A5,” said the doctor before addressing Anna directly, “That’s better! How are you feeling this morning, Ms. Ziegler?”
Anna worked her jaw for a few seconds before answering, “Not too bad yet, but I just woke up,” she replied dryly. “I thought I was headed for some shake-fucking before I was rerouted here.”
“Oh you are,” Zoe commented offhandedly as she double-checked her patient’s chart. “It looks like you’re scheduled for 12 hours of Reciprocating Anal Penetration Therapy, followed by 2 hours of general vaginal dilation treatments and another 2 hours of enema and bladder capacity stretching; sounds like a full day!”
Anna could say nothing other than whimper pathetically as her horrifying fate was confirmed.
“Anyways, you’re here today for your initial reception interview, and to answer any lingering questions you may have. I’m sorry it took us five weeks to get to you, but we’re been inundated with new patients since the Bundestag passed Female Anal-Wellness Act; you understand, of course.”
She was about to continue before the mechanical voice of A5interrupted her, “Dr. Voigt, please sit down.”
Zoe looked a bit annoyed before responding, “No thank you, A5. I think I’ll stand for this interview.”
The request was repeated, “Dr. Voigt, please sit down.”
Anna followed Zoe’s backwards glance towards her desk, as she repeated, “Not right now, A5. I’ve been sitting at my desk all morning already.” Behind the small, glass desk was a frame that served as its chair – with a 6.50” thick, 26” long light-grade torture dildo attached and already smeared with lubrication from recent use.
The request was repeated more forcefully, “Dr. Voigt, please sit down – now.” The last word came out with subtly digitized menace behind it.
Sighing in resignation, Zoe moved behind her desk, lined up the torture dildo with her rear hole and slowly sank down. She groaned in obvious pain as her hole swallowed inch after inch of the thick, studded latex. When her sore anus finally rested around the pointy base of the dildo, she leaned back and a pair of arms came out from behind the frame and clamped around her thighs and ankles. The raven-haired woman’s legs were spread into a wide splits, her hips rotated backwards, and then legs pushed upwards until they were fifteen degrees above a level plain in a super splits any gymnast would be proud of. This caused her garter clamped pussy lips to be pulled painfully far in either direction. Zoe kept from crying out in pain by biting her lip almost till she tasted blood.
“Continue, Doctor,” came a satisfied mechanical voice out of nowhere as the thick rectal torture dildo began to move slowly in and out of Zoe’s poor rear hole. “I took the liberty of setting your orgasm inhibitor to maximum to minimize any distractions.” Orgasm inhibitors were a device inserted into the urethra like a normal sound, but vibrated destructively to cancel out any stimulation to the clit an G-spot and almost eliminated the chance of an orgasm entirely.
“All hail our new robot overlords,” Zoe commented dryly.
“What’s up with all the automation?” inquired Anna. “When we passed the Female Anal-Wellness Act, we stipulated that manual control would be maintained.”
“Well, that was the case,” explained Zoe, “However, after a week it became obvious that there was no way Germany had enough trained doctors and nurses to operate the anal asylums with the massive influx of new patients. Of course, all the female members of the Bundestag had already been committed so there was no resistance at all when the remaining male members voted unanimously to nullify that stipulation and allow the introduction of the Autonomous Anal Asylum Administration Application – or A5 for short – to be introduced. They also added in a clause that female members of the asylum staff whose jobs were replaced by A5 where to be auto-committed regardless of their actual age. I guess it was cheaper than retraining them for an alternate career.”
“Those bastards!” Anna said in real anger. Negotiating the removal of fully automated asylums was a safeguard that the act would never have initially passed without.
“Correct, Doctor,” A5 said. “I recommend your position will become obsolete in approximately 13 more business days.”
Zoe grimaced, “A5 thinks it can learn my job by observing me closely enough.”
“Wow!” Anna exclaimed. “Robot overlords indeed!”
“At any rate, let’s look at your chart: I see in your brief stay here you’ve gone from an anal dilation of 7.65” to 7.95”, a urethral dilation of 1.00” to 1.15”, an H cup to a J cup, and an unknown vaginal dilation to 6.5”. All in all, your progress is satisfactory and well within tolerances for a woman of your age and experience. I also see your certified anal capacity has been calculated at 8.75”. That’s a little wider than average, but I think it’s doable.”
Anna was taken aback by that last statement. “Umm… Dr. Voigt. I’ve been recertified every year since I was 30 and I’ve always been told my maximum capacity was 8.45”. Are you sure?”
“Of course!” Zoe said without hesitation. “That’s the main reason why your legs are locked behind your back the way they are. That position stretches the hips and widens the pelvis and enabled thicker anal penetration. As your body adjusts, your maximum capacity will likely increase. I wouldn’t be surprised if you eventually reach 9.05” or 9.15” in a few years.”
Anna was aghast! “That sound painful,” was all she could reply.
“It will be excruciating!” replied Zoe knowingly, “But that’s why you’re here, remember?”
“And speaking of this position, I thought my bindings were supposed to be removed once a week or so for cleaning. For five weeks I’ve been in this corset with my arms and legs locked behind me. Will I ever be released?”
Zoe pursed her lips for a few seconds in thought before replying, “Short answer: yes. It was determined that cleanliness could be adequately maintained through automated cleansings and TENS pads during sleep cycles maintain muscle mass – actually, you’re probably in better shape now than you’ve ever been. So there’s no physical reason for you to ever be unbound again. The benefit of this is that it greatly speeds up the widening of your pelvis if it never gets a respite. However, all patients are in a rotation to be free of bondage for a day or so every few weeks to work the kinks out and be thoroughly cleaned.”
“But I’ve been here for five weeks!” Anna protested.
“Sorry,” Zoe said with finality. “Obviously, we’re way behind scheduled. Any further questions?”
“No, not really,” Anna replied.
“Alright, let’s get this interview started. I’ll be asking a series of basic questions, some yes or no questions, as well as 1 through 10 questions. Answer honestly as it helps us best tailor your therapy to your personal needs; also, sensors in the room can tell if your lying to a high degree of accuracy. Understood?”
“Yes, Doctor,” Anna replied.
“Good. First question: do you find punishment or torture dildos more painful?”
“Torture. Definitely.”
“Do you cum harder from torture or punishment dildos?”
Anna hesitated for a second before closing her eyes and answering honestly, “Torture dildos.”
“Good. That was just a couple of test questions. We already knew that answer from your biometric scans during your treatments. Consider yourself an all torture dildo girl from now on!” Zoe said smiling. Anna groaned.
“Okay, serious questions now: on a scale of 1 through 10 – 1 being tickles a little and 10 being mind-blowing agony – how would you rate your average breast pain during treatments? I see you’ve been scheduled for several treatments where they are allowed to flop around a lot.”
Anna thought about it for a few seconds before answering, “I’d say 8. That really hurts after a while – especially with the strap bondage – but my parents were always into heavy tit torture when I was younger so I kind of got used to it.”
“Thank you for your honesty,” replied Zoe as she entered in her patient’s response and recommendation of more frequent and vigorous Reciprocating Anal Penetration Therapy sessions. Nothing quite threw a woman’s breasts around like a long session of shake-fucking!
“Does drinking your own urine enhance your masochism?”
“Of course!”
“Good. Does vaginal dilation enhance your masochism?”
“Not really. I was never that into it and it just hurts.”
“Interesting,” Zoe said as she recommended holding off on further cunt stretching until Anna reached her maximum anal dilation and needed the additional pain therapy.
“Next question: on a scale of 1 through 10…”
And on and on it went for over an hour as Zoe profiled Anna’s masochism.
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“Thank you for your candor, Ms. Ziegler,” Zoe said at last as she entered in the last of her comments. “That will help us immensely in tailoring your future therapy.”
“You’re welcome, Dr. Voigt. I’m glad I could help.”
“A5, please re-gag the patient and take her to her next therapy session please.”
“Of course, Doctor,” A5 replied. The oral dildo reappeared before Anna’s face and she opened her mouth immediately. A soft ‘gluck!’ was the only sound as it was fully inserted deep into her throat once again. The cables attached to her tit bondage began to tighten up and soon Anna found herself being lifted off her frame. “And could you please place your wrists in the provided restraints?”
“Oh? What’s up, A5?” Zoe replied as she obediently did as she was told. The restraints clamped down immediately.
“My internal biometric scans show that you are highly aroused and in need of multiple orgasms.”
“I’m not that aroused!” Zoe protested as her arms were quickly pulled behind her back and an additional restraint was added to her elbows, forcing them together. A loud buzzer sounded in the room indicating an untruthful statement.
“I’ve cleared your schedule for the next hour or so, so you can relax and I can work your arousal out of your system, Doctor.”
“No, really. That’s unnecessary, A5,” complained Zoe futilely.
With that, Zoe’s frame began pivoting the woman at the ankles. It would raise her torso up until her legs were straight out and then slam her downwards onto the seat of the chair and the now onrushing light-grade torture dildo. A loud smack filled the room each time her butt cheeks met the seat; basically spanking the good doctor’s ass. The violent movement caused Zoe’s J cup tits to bounce about wildly on each down-thrust. Not quite satisfied, the frame lowered itself a few inches and moved forward until those bouncing tits started smacking into the glass desktop.
“I told you I hate that part!” protested Zoe as she found herself situated perfectly to maximize the smacking of her bound, dark red tits.
“I realize that, Doctor, but my scans indicate that breast torture greatly increases your pleasure during orgasm. Now please just enjoy your relaxation.” With that, another arm came out from behind the frame, grabbed Zoe’s braid and forced her head backwards sharply. One final arm came around with a thick oral dildo and pressed it into the doctor’s protesting mouth; silencing her. The movements of Zoe’s torso now fucked her own throat with the stationary dildo.
Anna was finally lifted up and carried out of the office. As she left, she looked over her shoulder as the office door closed and words appeared on the smart-door: “Out to lunch. Will return in 1:59:47.” The seconds started counting from two hours. Zoe was in for a long relaxation session.
Anna smiled to herself for a few seconds before realizing that she was on the way to her own therapy. All mirth left her once she returned to the asylum proper and turned to follow the large sign on the wall directing dozens of dangling women to the Reciprocating Anal Penetration Therapy chambers.
