Kinky Fiction

A short story


The wiper blades swiped across the windshield as rain fell from the sky above. Each droplet landed in the cooling air, soaking the road ahead. The miserable weather summed up exactly where Ollie was heading. The tyres swooshed through the damp tarmac as he drove further and further from civilisation.

Ollie was an investigative reporter. He usually worked undercover and on some pretty dangerous missions. Drugs, politics, corruption, whatever it was, Ollie was the go-to guy. He had a habit of blending into the background and not attracting attention. With his beige wardrobe and quiet disposition, he managed to fit in just about anywhere. He also knew how to talk himself out of most situations.

His most recent case was one of the most challenging yet. Some information had leaked about strange behaviour in a nearby penitentiary. Families of many of the inmates had lost contact with their loved ones. Some prisoners were quoted as being transferred to solitary confinement, while others simply vanished with no enquiry into their deaths.

The prison was classed as ‘Supermax’ and well-known as housing some of the most dangerous criminals. Every media request into the facility was rejected. Virtually, all that was known about the prison came from federal lawsuits over the conditions there.

Most previous investigations bared little results, while many of the “top dogs” in reporting would turn a blind eye to the strange circumstances at the eerie penitentiary. With the prisons’ ties to the government, the situation was even more dangerous. No doubt, this went all the way to the top.

Getting into the jail was Ollie’s first challenge. Trying to arrange a prisoner visit was near impossible. Breaking into a maximum-security jail wasn’t exactly an option he wanted to explore either. No, he’d have to resort to acting out a role to gain access.

Ollie posed as a property investor looking to purchase land close to the prison. He created a fake name and company to make things more believable and persistent phone calls to the facility to set up a meeting. Ollie pretended he was investing in a luxury golf course near the grounds of the jail. With the prison desperate on keeping visitors to the area at bay, they agreed to a meeting to discuss “alternative solutions”.

Ollie drove through a narrow road surrounded on both sides by a thick cluster of trees. The dense forest soaked up any rain that fell from the sky above while the old road seemed to flood in parts. The prison gates came into view in the distance as a mist separated. The domineering building poked out from above the threatening concrete walls surrounded by trees. Its searchlights illuminated the sky in the gloomy, dark weather.

As his car reached the barrier, Ollie could see more than enough intimidating signage for the jail. Barbed wire topped the huge looming walls. Prison guards with sniper rifles surrounded the entrance to the facility.

One of the gate’s security men exited through a door and over in the direction of Ollie’s car. He knocked on the window. Ollie put on his signature smile as he winded it down.

“Hi, I’m here to meet with the warden, Jacob Lee?”

His response was followed by a stern glare from the burly security guard. A tactical machine gun held close in both hands. Ollie felt uncomfortable already with the severe gaze drilling him.

“Can I see some ID?” the burly armed guard responded.

Ollie rummaged around for his ID, which was fake. It detailed his name as Richard Dawson, a wealthy property investor. He pulled it out, flashing a charming smile once again.

“Here you are. I called earlier today to set up the meeting, so he should be expecting me,” Ollie confirmed.

The guard peeked at the ID before stepping away to speak on his radio. Ollie strained to hear the conversation. He could feel a bead of sweat start to fall from his brow. Through his calm disposition, Ollie was panicking that something had gone wrong. Maybe going into the belly of the beast wasn’t the best plan. Panic grew as he waited for the guard’s return.

Gazing in his rearview mirror, he could see a barrier now in place after he drove up to the gate. There was no escape even if he wanted to. The armed patrolman returned to his window;

“You’ll need to exit the vehicle,” the threatening security man instructed.

Before Ollie could say another word, his door was forced open. He stood now visibly shaken.

“Is there a problem, Sir?” Ollie asked, as he rose from his seat into the heavy rain.

The intimidating security guard remained silent. He closed the door to Ollie’s rented car and guided him towards a door at the side of the large gate.

“I have to ask where you’re taking me. As I explained before-“

“You’re going to follow me,” the prison guard interrupted. He pushed Ollie ahead through a massive security door.

Ollie, escorted by the correctional officer, was led into the bowels of the facility. They stopped at several maximum security doors and checkpoints. Along the way, Ollie didn’t see a single human in sight. The further they continued into the prison, the more Ollie knew he had little chance of getting out by himself.

“I have a meeting with the warden and-” Ollie began again. The prison official just continued pushing him ahead with the tip of his machine gun press into Ollie’s back. The feeling immediately shut Ollie up as he continued to walk onwards, now fearful for his life.

The prison felt a lot larger on the inside. Their walk through the vacant, concrete passageway carried on with a disorientating number of twists, turns and security doors. Ollie noticed cameras placed at every intersection and dotted throughout the barren hallways. The place felt like a maze and might as well have been one. The idea of escape would be far from reality on any prisoner’s mind.

After a few awkward minutes in silence, Ollie and the threatening guard behind him came to a heavy and secure-looking entryway. Block text on the door read; ‘WARNING This Door is Electrified with 5,000 Volts’.

“Stand here and DON’T move!” the guard commanded, as he walked over to a remote panel hidden in the concrete walls.

Ollie didn’t even try to resist. His chances of making a run for it would almost certainly fail. Besides, with a gun pointed at him from less than a foot away, it was in his best interest to co-operate. The gun-wielding security guard keyed something into the panel on the wall.

“This is TR554 on entrance way duty, I’ve got someone to meet the WARDEN,” the sentry spoke.

“Affirmative, please hand over to LW443 and return to your position,” came a robotic voice that didn’t even sound human.

A locking mechanism sounded on the other side of the colossal entryway. A massive whoosh of air released from the door as it opened. A blinding light made Ollie strain to see the other side. He stepped back in fear as he felt the security guard and his machine gun press into his back.

A singular silhouette could be seen in the bright light as the doors fully opened. Ollie was stunned to silence. Stood before him was a figure dressed in a set of red armour. The striking colour from head to toe intended to instil fear in prisoners. Like some kind of red stormtrooper, this form was much more threatening than the security guard.

The figure’s helmet contained filters for air and allowed for enhanced vision and communication systems. The armour reflected a shiny glaze to its hard exterior. Ollie had trouble working out if there was even a human under there.

“TR554 reporting, a visitor for the WARDEN,” a stern voice boomed from behind.

“LW443 at attention, visitor what is your designation?” the red armoured figure asked, in a voice void of all emotion.

Ollie looked dumbfounded at both guards. His voice stuttered as he tried to find the words to speak.

“What is your name?” the guard behind him asked more clearly.

“I.. uhh Oliver Sacks…” Ollie responded hesitantly, immediately kicking himself for forgetting about his undercover persona.

The guard didn’t seem to react to the name difference from his ID. The red silhouette beckoned Ollie to follow him through the opened entryway. He took uneasy steps as he journeyed into the unknown as the security guard with the machine gun shut the large, metallic door behind them.


It felt like a view into another world. Ollie continued through the fortified hallway void of any sign of life. The vinyl flooring shone as brightly as the glossy red armour of the guard accompanying him on his journey. His heavy boots clattered as he marched ahead as Ollie sheepishly trailed behind.

Since stepping through the large entryway, all the signage read a foreign language that Ollie couldn’t comprehend. This made the trip even more disorientating, as he lacked any sense of direction. The air also felt thicker as Ollie began to inhale with laboured breathing. A lack of oxygen in the air meant he was now seeing stars as he tried to keep up with the armoured guard.

Sluggish limbs slowed him down as he dragged his feet on the smooth white linoleum. Ollie’s vision blurred before he came to a halt gasping in exhaustion.

“I…I c..can’t b…brea..th,” he managed to choke out, as the guard swung around.

It noticed him struggling but didn’t seem to have any manner of emergency. Slowly the bulky guard stomped over to Ollie, analysing him panting for air.

“The hallways of this facility operate at a reduced oxygen output of 40% to ensure potential escapees are rendered unconscious as they try to escape,” the heavily geared figure explained, “All guards are equipped with breathing apparatuses as a result.”

This place just got weirder and weirder. Now panicking from the lack of oxygen, Ollie could barely respond. He felt like he gravely underestimated this place and was about to pay the consequences. The guard bent down to grasp at his enervated body, lifting him over his shoulder with ease. It was clear the armour wasn’t just for show as underneath the reflective protection was pure muscle and strength.

Ollie’s entire body felt like dead weight. He continued to gasp and choke as the brawny red figure continued on their journey further into the prison. Being held so close to the powerful sentry, he could hear the steady hiss from his breathing mask. The armour appeared to cover every inch of the figure with no view of an opening or a seam.

From afar, it looked like plastic but with his body pressed against it, Ollie could tell this was more akin to thick foam or rubber. He wondered if a bullet could even penetrate such a solid coating.

The figure’s mechanical walk was robotic and calculated as it marched through the maze-like hallway with precision. Its destination was unknown to Ollie who could only swing his limbs lifelessly. He tried his hardest to call out, scream and shout protested abuse at the armoured guard. However, nothing escaped his lips out of exhaustion mixed with fear.

Suddenly, they came to a stop as Ollie heard mechanical whirring before a reinforced door swooshed open. The room was narrow and filled on both sides by multiple pods. It stank of harsh chemicals with puddles of unknown liquid spread in patches on the floor. The guard hurled Ollie inside one of the glass chambers with a loud thud before closing the lid.

For a few minutes, Ollie lay motionless on the cold floor. The inside of the pod was smooth white plastic illuminated by hidden lights. Fresh oxygen made its way into the pod as Ollie could feel life return to his limbs. Aching from the mistreatment, he shimmied into an upright position to take stock of his surroundings.

He pressed his face into the cool glass of the entry to the pod. The lights outside the chamber were darker, meaning he couldn’t make out much. No sign of the burly red guard anymore – Ollie thought maybe he left. They likely caught onto his fake persona and now he was in deep trouble. With a reputation for talking his way out of anything, Ollie thought he may have met his match.

Coughing and spluttering, he lay panting against the cool glass. The synthetic air had a metallic taste to it and was unpleasant to adjust to. The ceiling of the chamber held numerous harsh lights and odd-looking nozzles. Ollie decided to try opening the chamber door only to find it locked in place.


A few hours into his captivity, Ollie drifted into a hazy dream as he remained on the floor of his cell. He was in a dark space, feeling his way around. A voice called out to him in a language he couldn’t comprehend. The expression was void of any emotion and almost robotic. Ollie felt a warm liquid gushing into the pitch-black expanse he currently inhabited. It began to rise as it came to his knees.

The voice interrupted his shouts of panic to utter more unfamiliar prompts. The fluid felt like acid against his skin – as it burned everything in its path leaving Ollie’s exposed skin. His yells of panic turned to screams of pain. Chemical smells filled the air as Ollie detected the burning liquid had now reached his nipples. Fearing certain death by drowning in the strange substance, Ollie kicked and punched at the blank walls around him – still blind in the jet-black space.

The dream continued in flashes as the pain became so unbearable, Ollie began to fade into the darkness. Consumed by the fear and torturous sensation which burned every inch of his body, he continued to try and fight it.


Ollie started to come to with the haunting dream was fresh in his mind. He gazed around in a disorientated state, noticing that he was no longer in the jail pod. Laying on his back, Ollied gazed up at a ceiling of harsh, bright lights. He tried to crane his neck in any which way but his entire body was fixed in place.

Light machinery whirred around him, and he could feel the presence of other figures in the room. Ollie strained to try and get a better view, but the bright lights obscured his line of sight. His skin still felt remnants of the dull pain from his dream with am abnormal pressure squeezing from every angle. Something was wrong and he was about to find out what.

Suddenly, the bed began to move arching to an upright position giving Ollie a better view of his surroundings. He was shocked to see a gleaming orange figure strapped to a hydraulic bed staring back at him. His body, seamlessly covered from head to toe in the fluorescent orange coating. Only two terrified eyes signified that the thing was even human.

Its arms formed a crisscrossing bulge at the figure’s chest and bonds at numerous points kept it fixed to the moving table. After the initial shock wore off, the next horrifying realisation came that the figure was, in fact, Ollie himself. He tried to shout his displeasure, but the shiny orange material kept him mute. He could also feel a large object filling his mouth and straining his sore jaws.

Loud steps echoed in the room as a figure came into view between Ollie and his mirrored self. A familiar shiny, red silhouette stamped in front of the now restrained prisoner. There was no way of knowing if this was the same guard that had escorted him into the facility. All Ollie could think was how he could escape this frightful nightmare.

“Prisoner, you have now been fitted with your synthetic uniform and life support system. Your hair and skin was chemically treated and removed to attach the bio uniform. It will ensure that illness or injury inside this facility is impossible,” the drone mechanically announced.

His tone was void of all emotion as he broke the news to a terrified and confused Ollie. His skin was no longer his. The horrific pain he’d felt during that hazy dream was all real. His hair and flesh had been burned away by the chemicals, leaving an artificial skin in its wake.

This place had stripped his entire identity. Even if he could escape from this fortress – how would he ever resume an average life. Of course, the thoughts of breaking free felt less and less likely.

“Prisoner, your new skin is now more durable and protective, meaning injury or self-harm is impossible. This facility has a zero fatality rank with all of our inmates and guards safely housed here,” the figure droned on.

Another two almost identical armour cladded guards appeared. It confirmed Ollie’s theory that his previous guide probably wasn’t any of these.

“Your request to meet the warden before your incarceration begins has been approved,” one of the security figures spoke, “Prepare for transportation of subject!”

Ollie thought he’d be able to make a break for it when they released his restraints. Little did he know, he wouldn’t be conscious while being transported to see the warden. He drifted into a quick slumber as the world around him faded away.


Ollie’s eyes once again began to focus on bright lights shining at him. It took him a few minutes to adjust as he woke from a deep sleep. No longer placed on his back and still fixed to an upright metal structure, his entire body was aware of a compressing feeling pushing from every angle. Then a horrifying realisation hit him. Everything the armoured guard said was true. His skin had been altered to fit his new prisoner suit so he would never again see his white flesh.

Ollie tried to scream, but his attempt, dulled by the gag fixed in place, was futile. The orange biosuit entered every orifice of the poor prisoner. He could feel its pressure up his nose, filling his ear cavities and even a plug fixed in his ass. His cock wasn’t spared either, as a tube of rubber lay inside his flaccid dick leaving a distinct bulge in his new skin. Plugged in every sense of the world, he felt well and truly fucked. He felt himself beginning to sob at the idea of never leaving this place – to return to a normal life.

As Ollie continued to fret about his current predicament, a loud mechanical whirring started around him. The sensation led Ollie to believe he was in some sort of lift. Two armoured guards, Ollie hadn’t even realised were there, moved into view from behind his metal structure. The elevator came to a halt and two doors opened, revealing a long corridor filled with armoured guards standing to attention.

The suits of these guards were different, as they were cast from solid white rubber. They were as bulky and threatening as the red officers but lacked any weaponry – almost like they were just for decoration. Ollie was wheeled unceremoniously down the long hallway until they came to a large fortified door.

Two of the white guards helped to open the sturdy doorway. It pushed open revealing a circular room filled with windows and monitors. The room was instantly recognisable as a control room with views of almost every inch of the facility.

From the windows, Ollie got his first and last glimpse of the outside world. He could see woods surrounding the prison in the distance and the grey stormy weather hammering rain against the glass window. Miles upon miles of forest reinforced how isolated this facility was from any sign of civilisation. All hope of rescue or escape was long gone.

Wheeled further into the control room, Ollie could see shiny, armoured guards attending to computers and security devices. No expense was spared in fortifying this futuristic prison. Powerless to stop his movement toward the centre of the room, Ollie was parked next to an intricate looking piece of machinery. Cables and wires all fed into the spherical object as dials and screens confirmed it was operational.

A robotic voice echoed from the machine as it stated;

“Prisoner XV432, you are hereby sentenced to life imprisonment for fraud, treason and trespassing on a federal facility. Your title as ‘Oliver Jacobs’ is henceforth, stripped from you and media outlets will report your crime and brand you as a traitor!”

Ollie was stunned beyond disbelief. This prison had even more political power than he thought. He had no idea this went all the way to the top.

“As you intended to break into this prison to gather evidence of its existence, we have decided you’re too high of a risk to release. Therefore you will now live as a prisoner of this high-security facility. Under surveillance and control 24 hours a day. In order to make you understand how life works inside this prison, I will first explain how we came to exist.

This facility was once a low performing prison with many inmate and staff incidents sometimes resulting in death. The government, aided by the army, decided to trial a new experimental prison system. This would be top secret and be the first prison of its kind in the world.

Researchers quickly found that the highest risk in setting up a prison system so secure was one of human error. Scientists theorised the idea of a computerised system to control every aspect of the prison. This system would also suggest ways in which it could better control and order inmates and guards.

Therefore WARDEN was created to oversee this facility and improve its effectiveness and security. At first, many staff members rebelled against the idea and tried to escape this prison. This computer system quickly implemented a training programme to brainwash the guards and other staff into the obedient workers you see before you.

By removing a subject’s physical skin and replacing it with a bio-suit they became much easier to control and brainwash. Once completed, their human needs were also catered for as the whole facility could operate without the need for anything coming in or out, such as food or medicine. Everything within the walls of this facility is created to make it a sustainable ecosystem.

Although this facility was created by government and army officials, it soon become clear that they disapproved of its methods. To protect the security of this prison, government officials were captured and detained with news spreading of their treason. Replacement brainwashed officials have since taken control of this country and will soon begin the construction of many more facilities.

Ollie couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The very fabric of the world he’d been living in was pulled apart. He remembered hearing on the news about a bunch of senior officials being jailed for life for leaking information to the Russians. Little did he know it was all a lie and those very officials were in the same building as him.

“This computer system was designed with the safety and protection of all humans as its main priority. Soon crime will no longer have a place in our society and all individuals will be given a role to play. Even prisoners have a function in this facility – as they are the life force that keeps it running. During attempts by the old government to shut down this facility, they cut off power and water supplies. As a result, the computer theorised using inmates as batteries to keep the prison running.

By harnessing a human’s energy supply, waste management and sexual release, the computer developed a system to create a self-sustaining society. And now, you will join your prisoner brethren in serving this facility and acting out your role in this society,” the computer finished, as Ollie was pulled away from the control room. The last glimpse of the outside world faded away as he once again fell unconscious.


Two years had passed since Ollie, or known now as Prisoner XV432, had been detained at the facility. The outside world had changed in just a short space of time, as the computer had predicted. More facilities quickly cropped up around the world. At first, prisoners were transported into these facilities, never to be seen again.

Once crime fell to an all-time low, new and more insane laws began to circulate throughout the world. Little did people know, but their government was now nothing more than a puppet government controlled by The Computer.

Prisoner XV432 was none the wiser of this development, not that it mattered to him anymore. Since his arrival, he’d been following the same ritual every day. Awakening in his rubberised pod, he was milked and cleaned out before being fed his cum-based diet of proteins and nutrition. He was then taken to his charging station, where he would generate power for the prison facility.

Running off body head and sexual stimulation, the charging station was a sophisticated chair to enhance the prisoner’s sexual energy. The prisoner would cum again and again while being stimulated and teased on every inch of their body. They were also further brainwashed during these sessions and all waste was collected to be cleaned and fed back to the inmate population.

As a reward for the guard’s servitude, the prisoners would perform for them sexually in between using the charging station. The entire facility became a powerhouse of sex, control and protection. Nothing getting in and nothing getting out.

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