Date: Sat, 17 Feb 2018 12:31:03 +0000 (UTC) From: Abra Cadabra Subject: Trash Punk Frontier Part 6 *** 6. Fuck You Again *** The four punks hadn't spent much time talking to the mysterious guy who promised them power, because he had simply handed over "proof". Back at Deep Penetration, the trash punk unit looked for a terminal and plugged in the "proof" data crystal. [Authorization denied,]" BossMan said. "Oh come the fuck on," Tyrant moaned. [Please stand by. Communication in Progress.] "Communication?" BossMan was back seconds later. [I have spoken to a different artificial intelligence, running a prison not known to the public. Information on the crystal pertains to the whereabouts of prison equipment.] "Can you... tell us more?" Images flashed across the screen. Men and boys in chastity working in a well-lit cavern. Dozens of profusely sweating guys had tasks like hitting stone with pickaxes, harvesting greenhouse plants and working out. From the bathrooms to the sleeping quarters where they lay atop each other, everything appeared to be underground. [This is the prison Fuck You. There are currently three of them with a fourth one being constructed far under Deep Penetration.] The punks looked down instinctively. On screen were videos – perhaps real time footage – of robots keeping the prisoners in line at the feeding area where they had to drop on all four and suck food from tubes. [Prisoners who are not requested for work by NewLaw or who are not sold in an auction are permanently stationed in a Fuck You complex. To make escape impossible, they are marked with an invisible tag. Robots only emerge to the sunface if a tagged person is detected there.] "Wait," Asscunt said. "So anyone tagged just... vanishes forever?" [Correct.] "Why not put them in normal prisons like mines and forges?" [There are several special anti-revolt mechanisms being tested in Fuck You. One: It is fully controlled by armored robots. Two: Prisoners are fed drugs to make them docile and horny beyond what their chastity can accomplish, making sure they can never think clear thoughts. Three: Punishment.] Crisis had never seemed too comfortable with the whole enslavement thing but now he sounded interested. "What punishment?" [There is a variety of punishment stations. When one is empty for lack of misbehaving prisoners, it is filled with a randomly selected pair instead. Few such stations are already implemented in the Deep Penetration Fuck You.] The screen showed a punishment area – like all areas, the nook was in a cave. Two sweat-glistening teens back on back. Their wrists were in chains, hanging off a hook in the ceiling. Their legs were spread far, with their ankles tied to each other and hooks in the floor. Their balls were connected by a chain that ran through a ring on the floor – as a result they had to crouch. Nipple clips on chains were hooked up to the walls as well, keeping them bent forward as much as possible. Between their asses ran a double headed dildo. [Whichever prisoner has more of the dildo inside him, experiences electro shocks through the nipple chain and the ball chain.] "Then why don't they just push it out?" [If less than 50% of the dildo is inside either prisoner, they both are shocked. They have been in this position for twenty minutes. Phase 2 is about to begin.] The teens were a lot less calm now, jumping and wiggling. [In phase 2, the boy with *more* dildo must raise to his tip toes to avoid shocks to the feet. The one with *less* dildo must pull strongly on the hanging wrist chain to avoid shocks to his balls. Should the dildo be less than 50% inside either boy they will both experience both shock types. This lasts for twenty minutes.] "And then?" [In phase 3 the nipple and ball chains must be fully taut at all times for shock avoidance to work. Additionally the dildo regularly oozes a strongly burning substance along its entire length and all shocks become stronger.] "Wow. Holy fuck," Tyrant said. "That's brutal. Especially on those twinks. I guess they'd be better off with a Big Bull diet." [Your dietary proposal will be submitted for consideration.] The screen faded to black [Now let me return to the mentioned equipment. The owner of this data crystal possessed the only tagger ever taken from Fuck You's control. Please retrieve it, hand it over to Commander Blaze and make sure all tagged individuals are in the area around Deep Penetration for easy collection.] Crisis looked down again. "I can't believe that's been going on under our feet the whole time." Tyrant ginned. "That. Is. Fuckin'. Awesome." *** The strange man got his promised bike, loaded it up with everything he owned and drove off. The boys stayed back with the one bike they had kept, plus the tagger. They made their way back to the stronghold on one bike, which wasn't exactly safe or quick. Losing a hover bike meant having to pay for it, which was effectively a permanent pay dock. In the cafeteria Tyrant walked up behind a brand new trash punk who had just arrived and was still looking for a unit to join. While they spoke, the leader touched the newcomer with the tagger's front and pulled the trigger. One day later, the boy was nowhere to be found. Everybody assumed he had decided that life at the frontier wasn't what he wanted. Four punks knew better. *** Note: If you come from the other Trash punk stories, you'll be familiar with Fuck You. That tagger has survived a long time. Chapter 7: Shrine of Dick