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Punishment - Part 1
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“Donovan Hernandez, you have pleaded guilty to the crime of rape in the second degree. As this is your third offense, the court is required to sentence you to mandatory restructuring that will prevent further offenses.”
The judge handed down the sentence with a dispassionate voice that seemed more bored than anything else. He probably recited these sentences a dozen times per day. That’s how the courts were in the year 2109. A big change from the way things were done not a few decades ago.
There were just too many people. It was only thanks to automatic sentencing handled by artificial intelligences that processed hundreds of court cases per hour that justice was even remotely possible for vast swaths of humanity. Not that Donovan had to like it.
“I was framed!” Donovan blurted out. He wasn’t--he knew he’d drugged that broad, fucked her in the alley, and left her to nearly drown in her own vomit. But he felt he had to say something in his defense, even though he’d already pleaded guilty.
The judge didn’t even bother looking up. “You will immediately report to the medical facility where you will be provided your restructuring at the cost to the taxpayer. You will be placed on home arrest with a tracking bracelet for the remainder of the procedure. Once completed, you will be free to re-enter society.”
“Uh, well, that doesn’t sound too bad,” Donovan said as the bailiff dragged him away. He was wrong, of course. He was often wrong when it came to the law.
“Have a nice day,” the judge said snidely before moving on to the next convict.
An hour later, officers of the court brought him back to his apartment. The procedure wasn’t nearly as bad as it sounded; just a few injections in various parts of his anatomy. The one in his groin still hurt like hell as it went particularly deep, and he wasn’t sure why so many injections were needed for his ass, but otherwise he felt fine.
The police made it clear that he was not to leave his apartment under any circumstances. Food could be brought in whenever he wanted, but as soon as he stepped outside the confines of his home, the bracelet on his left wrist would shock him into unconsciousness. It was waterproof, so he could still shower and clean it, but he couldn’t take it off. It was also strangely stretchy--it melded perfectly to his wrist, but for some reason he couldn’t make it expand just by pulling on it with his free hand. Some sort of smart fabric, Donovan surmised.
Oh well. First thing he wanted to do was shower. He’d spend 2 days in lockup and hadn’t bothered to give him any time to get cleaned, so he felt pretty grimey. He also felt oddly horny…
Donovan decided to kill two birds with one stone. He stripped and headed to the bathroom, a large standing shower with glass doors. Big enough for two, as he often described it to his potential hookups. At least, when he bothered to play the usual game of picking up at a bar and not use chemical backup. The fuzz might have gotten him on three charges, but there were way more that the cops didn’t know a thing about.
As he scrubbed down his hard pecs and chiseled abs, Donovan let his mind drift to one of those many occasions. A blonde, a brunette with big tits, a slightly chunky Asian, they all sort of melded together after a while. They never kissed back--they were too fucked up to do much more than moan and gasp, but they felt good, and they smelled good.
He used the suds of the soap as impromptu lube, stroking his hard cock as he reminisced. In his mind at least, Donovan thought his 8.5 inches meant that he could never fail to satisfy a woman even if they were on date rape drugs. And the few times they fought back, well, that’s what his 5 days per week gym schedule was for. Few could match him for strength or stamina, even letting him outrun the cops on a few occasions.
But not the cyberdogs. No amount of pumping iron and running marathons was enough to overpower a machine like that.
Donovan went back to thinking of big tits and soft pussy, shoving his recent run-in with the law aside long enough to cum. Two days worth of build-up meant it was a fairly sizable load that was rinsed away along with the grime. Although it felt oddly… unsatisfying. Even though he was a daily masturbator, Donovan had never met an orgasm he didn’t like. He couldn’t say why, but for the first time in his life he couldn’t say he was entirely pleased with his self-pleasure.
He was, however, hungry. Donovan decided to forget this strange incident and order in. He toweled off and quickly scanned through his favorite local restaurants to see who was still open. Selecting a nearby shawarma place, he ordered a wrap and fries, and then sent it for delivery. But instead of closing the app, he went to a burger place and ordered again. And then a pizza joint for a third meal, all deliverable in 20 minutes or less.
Most of his physique was built on hard work and rigid diet. Although he wouldn’t deny himself junk food from time to time, Donovan had never ordered so much of it at once. But he felt hungry enough, and after the weekend he’d had, he felt he deserved a treat.
An hour later, he’d eaten it all. He’d never felt so bloated in his life, but that dissatisfaction that had trailed him from the shower was gone at least. But in its place was the insistent arousal. His towering cock demanded attention again, but Donovan was too full and tired to consider his usual assortment of sexual enhancement devices. Instead, he opted to lay down on the couch, turn on some porn, and use a lube-covered hand.
This time he felt better, but the usual twincest lesbian porn just wasn’t doing it for him. Instead he swapped to a more traditional hetero mix, although as his fingers glided up and down his lengthy shaft, Donovan would never admit that his eyes lingered on the dude’s equally impressive dick more than they did the woman.
