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DOCTOR KNOWS BEST

You’re probably suffering from haemorrhoids, my doctor said.
I was flabbergasted: Haemorrhoids, doctor? In my ears??
Yes, well, the human body is a mysterious thing, what can I say. Your fingernails grow faster than your toenails, for example. Weird, right? If you lose a nail, it will grow back. But if you lose your penis, the word ‘handjob’ will be a distant memory. The penis doesn’t grow back, you see? Sure, you can superglue a cucumber between your legs, but it’s not the same, right?
I opened my mouth, but She slapped it shut.
Not interested! Now, let’s get to the bottom of those haemorrhoids. Take your pants down.
I did so reluctantly while She put on a strap-on harness with a big dildo in it.
I don’t understand, doctor, I said worriedly, that’s a … dildo.
It certainly looks like one, doesn’t it? She smiled. It is, in fact, a flexible tube with a highly sensitive camera in the tip.
I’ve never heard of that, I said.
Of course not, you’re an idiot. Now, bend over and spread your ass with your hands.
I felt something wet dripping on my ass. She thrust in the dildo with force and pumped the thing in and out as if She was drilling for oil. I screamed in agony. She literally fucked me senseless and when the dildo finally slid out of my ass, I could hardly stand up straight.
Good news, She said, no haemorrhoids whatsoever. There must be something wrong with your ears after all. How extraordinary. So, let me push a rod down your penis and see what happens.

BETHLEM HALL

In spite of the successful Female Uprising and the crushing defeat of the male armies in the battle at Kohi Tra, there are still male creatures who are in denial of what happened. Villains who still believe this is a man’s world and who see themselves as heroes and demigods. They are clearly suffering from mental health illnesses and fantasy disorders. We, Superior Women, have a duty of care towards these delusional creatures. So we arrest them and take them to Bethlem Hall, the most notorious asylum in the land. Easy to get in, hard to get out, because it is not for the male patient to decide when to get discharged. No sir! Some of them will be detained indefinitely. I know, I know, some people say these men need a shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold, a willing ear and a few kind words. Yeah, screw all that, it’s not a nursing home, for God’s sake! The Bethlem Bitches are not interested in boring stories and lame excuses. Trust Me, they’ve heard it all before. Instead of giving compassion and empathy, they give the bastards shock therapy. Voltage fun! Electro wands, stimulators, electro penis bands & pads, electro clamps and even electro urethral sounds that go all the way up the penis and boils the testicles like eggs. But here is the remarkable thing: some of these weirdos love it! Crying for mercy with a rock hard penis is quite a common thing, I was told.
April 2117 – Dorothy Messing: Behind the Walls of Bethlem Hall

A PERFECT REMEDY

The mucus, doctor Angela said, is stuck in your upper chest.
His mouth fell open.
Snot, She explained, mucus is snot. Anyway, let’s move on. Pants down!
He was too intimidated to talk back, so he pulled down his pants. His rock hard boner sprang out into the open. Doctor Angela shook Her head and put on a strapon.
Wait a minute, he said, that’s a dick!
She slapped him hard in the face.
W.what …
Hush! Or you’ll get another one. I have brains, you don’t! That’s why I’m a doctor and you’re a moron.
He giggled, shrugged his shoulders and admitted She was right.
It’s not a dick. It’s a plunger and it works miracles.
She strapped him to a table. The dildo entered his ass like a freight-train enters a tunnel. He tried to take it like a man, but failed miserably. He begged an begged Her to stop, but She didn’t. Instead She fucked him mercilessly for almost an hour. Tears rolled down his face and his ass felt like an old abandoned mine shaft.
How’s the chest?
My CHEST??? Are You seri…. Not good, thank You very much, it didn’t help.
Then I expect you to be here tomorrow morning at 11:00. Don’t you worry, I’ll fuc … oops, I mean: I’ll fix you up in no time.