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 This is a story about a fictitious place known as the Internet Cybersex
Prison.  Here the worst criminal minds among girls, ages 18 to 24, are
incarcerated.  They frequently are too dangerous to keep in normal prison
populations.  Here they are used in the most despicable ways imaginable. 
This story concerns one of the inmates and her usual activities.  She is a
beautiful, nineteen-year-old Asian girl named "Leena." As with each girl in
the Internet Cybersex Prison, she has a steel slave collar welded about her
neck.  The collar contains tracking devices---including a Radio Frequency
Identification chip (RFID).  Her name and bar code are etched into the
metal.  There is a ring in the front of the collar for a leash or chain.

   The routine is always the same yet always different.  Leena has become
accustomed to the morning body cavity search.  Although she has no clock,
she can anticipate the arrival of her matron and two male guards.  She
wakes up early and scurries quickly to the drain hole in her concrete cell.
She urinates; experience has taught her the necessity of having an empty
bladder.  Nothing is worse than having to do some strenuous task with the
burning desire to urinate.  She goes back to her thick, brown wool blanket
for a few minutes more rest.  The sound of boots outside the steel door
bring her quickly to her feet.  The panel in the door slides open.  She
stands and backs up to the door and presents her crossed wrists to the open
panel.  A handcuff locks her hands behind her back.

   The handcuff sets the tempo and temperament for the day.  The female
matron tends to lock the handcuff painfully tight whereas the male guards
are not so demanding.  Leena feels the handcuffs lock and fit loosely.  The
day has already started well.  Once cuffed, Leena stands back to allow the
door to open and three to enter: Chris, her matron, and Gus and Oleg, the
two uniformed male guards.  The next item is the body cavity search.  Leena
turns and opens her mouth.  Gus inserts three fingers and pushes her tongue
down, forcing her to drool over her small, firm breasts.  Leena's almond
eyes beg to avoid this humiliation without success.

   Gus and Oleg position Leena on her back.  She twists and writhes to keep
from letting the handcuffs tighten or cut into her flesh.  Each guard takes
one leg and folds her knees to her chest, exposing her underpinnings,
vulva, perineum, and comely rosette.  Chris lubricates a speculum with K.Y.
Jelly and inserts it into Leena's vagina.  She then opens the duckbills and
locks the speculum open with its thumbscrew.  She rotates the speculum to
expose Leena's cervix.  The speculum is clear plastic, more revealing than
the stainless steel of a bygone era.

   Chris now has access to Leena's most personal, private parts.  She knows
only too well the female physiology and anatomy.  Each day presents a
different possibility.  Should she stroke the cervix and draw back
caressing and massaging Leena's G-spot?  Or should she place a drop of hot
pepper sauce or alcohol on Leena's unprotected, vulnerable cervix?  Today
Chris will content herself just by withdrawing the speculum in its expanded
configuration.  The device will stretch and dilate Leena's vulva.  Leena
has endured this before and tries to relax her vaginal sphincters and her
pubococcygeal muscles.  Chris pulls forcefully and the speculum comes out
with a wet "pop." Sweat beads on Leena's forehead and abdomen.

   Chris and Oleg change positions.  Chris holds Leena's knee to her chest
while Oleg begins his part of the daily body cavity search.  Oleg is
wearing Latex gloves, which he lubricates with Vaseline(tm) petroleum
jelly. He then inserts two fingers in Leena's anus, pushing into her
rectum. Leena has learned to enjoy the sensation of anal penetration.  She
has also managed to establish a rapport with Oleg when he brings her daily
food and water.  Chris frowns as Leena stifles a soft purr of enchantment.
The Internet Cybersex Prison does create such anomalies of behavior.

   Once done with the morning body cavity search, Chris attaches a leash to
Leena and the foursome exit Leena's cell.  The cell door is left ajar for
the cleaning girl.  Chris leads with Leena following flanked by the two
male guards.  Being paraded around naked and with only a stubble of head
and bush hair is humiliating and degrading to Leena.  The saliva on her
chest from the oral search, the K.Y.  Jelly drooling from her pudenda, and
her uncleaned anus make her feel dirty all over.  One day each week Leena
is taken to a preparation room where her hair is sheared away from her head
and hypogastric triangle.  Her pussy isn't shaved smooth; it is clipped
away with clippers leaving an unsightly stubble.  This is likewise done to
her head and eyebrows.  On her "sanitary day" her fingernails and toenails
are cut short and her teeth examined.

   Today for Leena is a more or less ordinary day.  She is to spend eight
hours on the game grid.  Once thoroughly wired up and plugged in, she will
manage an avatar in one of the popular role playing games: "Wars on
Counter-Earth." The game is motivated by the works of John Norman in his
Gor series novels.  Her avatar is a construction of the nineteen-year-old
Sharon Stone.  An incredible beauty with the slightest trace of teenage
adipose.  A brilliant, beautiful ambitious girl.

   Chris leads Leena to the preparation room.  Depending on the role
playing scenario, Leena may be outfitted with a Virtual Reality (VR)
helmet, pneumatic or hydraulic tubing, electrical attachments, or other
devices.  There is only one certainty: If she fails to participate or
satisfy her client then she will certainly be punished.  And Chris is
anxious to be able to whip Leena again.  In fact, Chis is frustrated and
disappointed that it has been so long since Leena had her hands tied high
above her head to the ceiling and her legs spread far apart.  Chris longs
to hear the smart swat of the thick black leather belt on Leena's pussy. 
At any rate there are a number of inmate girls working in the preparation
room, outfitting the girls for their use on the game grid.

   There is a queue of girls at the first station.  Each has her hands
cuffed behind her back.  These are beautiful women, even without head hair
and hirsute armpits.  They have a female odor, a scent of fear mixed with
arousal.  Each in turn is bent over a low table and given an enema.  The
solution is warm soapy water and vinegar.  A timer is set for fifteen
minutes.  Queued up at the toilet are girls waiting to empty their
distended bowels.  Each girl is given three two-liter enemas, guaranteeing
that her large colon is clean and empty.  An inflatable butt plug is
inserted after the final cleansing.  Leena hates the enema station.  There
is no avoiding it, however.  The butt plug is a sensor of vital signs,
Galvanic skin response, sphincter muscle tension, and body trembling.

   Leena is disgusted at the regular regimen of enemas.  She worries that
it may make her dependent on them for her bowel movements.  She is also
fearful of the inflatable anal and pussy plugs, pumped up and stretching
her vulva and anus.  She is frustrated at being abducted and imprisoned
with incorrigible felons, sociopaths, and hardened criminals.  She wonders
if anyone can plead her case to the court of last resort, the public
domain. But her reality is fixed: no escape and no exit.

   Following the first station, girls are sent to other stations to be
outfit with whatever instrumentation the day demands.  Leena is sent to
play on the game grids as a runaway slave girl and "Panther Girl." She is
outfitted with a VR helmet and a close-fitting vest.  Her breasts are
exposed.  Electrodes are attached to her breasts with special caps taped
over her nipples and areolas.  An electrode is also clamped on to her
clitoris.  An inflatable pussy plug is inserted.  Various wires and tubes
are attached to a computer controlled device.  The VR helmet gives her a 3D
view of the Counter-Earth, where girls are slaves and men are masters.

   Leena's right hand is on a joystick and her left hand manages a
controller.  Her avatar is that of a nineteen-year-old incredibly gorgeous
blonde, fleeing her cruel and sadistic master.  She races through the woods
being pursued by tracking animals.  In real life she is running on a
treadmill.  She is chased for fifty minutes of each hour with a ten minute
break.  Should she be caught or captured, she will endure electric shocks
to simulate her punishment.  Should she fail to please, then Chris will get
her heart's desire: Chris will be able to whip Leena in Real Life.  Leena
is highly motivated to avoid capture and to please the paying gamers, the
Internet Cybersex Prison's clientele.

   Leena is glad that this game grid does not require the urethral
catheter. She especially detests, loathes, and abhors having her bladder
controlled.  Moreover, the catheter causes severe pain and discomfort for
several days after use.  In particular, the user continues to have a desire
to urinate even though the bladder is empty.  She is also grateful to be
allowed to run in her own feet.  She has experienced the high heel shoes
and the two-foot chain tethering her ankles together.  More and more Leena
is becoming assimilated into the Internet Cybersex Prison.  She is able to
bond with Oleg and avoid whippings from Chris.  Still she knows Chris's
mind; Chris is driven by an obsession and a craving to whip Leena.  Leena
also worries that Chris may use the body cavity search to cause her to
commit some punishable offense.

   The game grid is clearly biased to the capture of the runaway slave
girl. She is expected to be captured and punished.  Leena knows that the
longer she can avoid capture, the less time she will have to endure the
painful electric shocks.  The longer she remains free in the game grid, the
more difficult the chase.  The treadmill's speed is increased and the
obstacles in the 3D VR world are more and more formidable.  Still, Leena
sees no choice but to continue.
   16 Nov 2011 Taunus Trumbo