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 Day seven.

   Shye Rosette worked as a food preparation supervisor at the Internet
Cybersex Prison.  It happened that there was a bar just outside the prison
where guards and certain employees like to hang out.  The guards considered
themselves superior to the staff employees.  As a result, few from the
staff dared frequent the establishment.  Shye felt like a voyage into the
dangers of uncharted waters.

   She wandered in wearing her off-duty clothes, the usual female mufti:
low-cut blue jeans, tennis shoes, and the ubiquitous tank top.  Beneath her
outer garments she had a revealing bra and thongs.  The crusty regulars and
burly guards took immediate notice of this callow intruder.  She ordered
her drink---a Scotch & Soda---and sat at the bar.  It was only a few
minutes before Jack, a Neanderthal guard foreman, approached the isolated
tyro.  "Want to shoot some pool?" he asked.  She nodded her assent and
followed Jack into the dark pool room.

   There were three tables but only one was in use.  Two junior employees
were shooting eight-ball, but quickly finished up and left as Jack and his
new chick entered the room.  "What the game?" Shye asked.

   "You are, honey," Jack replied.  He grabbed the unsuspecting female and
pulled down her low cut jeans, ripped away her thongs (leaving a painful
red whelp on her thigh), and sat her on the pool table.

   "No," Shye gasped.  It was a futile expression.  Jack slapped her across
the face hard.

   "Shut your hole, bitch," Jack retorted and dropped his pants.  He wasn't
wearing any underwear.  He grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her to the
edge of the pool table, shoving his massive member into her cunt.  His
foul-smelling penis enjoyed a dip in a sweetly-scented pool of heavenly
ambrosia and honey nectar.  Shye wiped her mouth, there was blood on her
lips from his blow.  He pushed her back and pinned her arms at the elbows.

   Long deep thrusts followed one after another.  Shye tried to avoid
becoming aroused, but she couldn't.  His fetid, malodorous breath stank of
pickled eggs, beer, and partially eaten chips.  Shye almost vomited at the
repulsiveness of his brownish teeth, stained from beverages and other nasty
habits.  He kissed her breasts and dug in his teeth, making a crude
impression.  Salty tears swelled up in Shye's eyes and ran over her temples
to the pool table, making a damp spot.  She wished that he would come and
get the matter over with.

   He grunted like a moose in rut as his sticky, gooey sperm, mixed with
seminal fluid and her honey nectar spurted forth in hot spasms.  Shye
relaxed her pubococcygeal muscles knowing that the ordeal was over.  Then
she heard the door open and close and three more burly men entered.  She
would have to service them all.

   The next man was younger and his penis made a very high angle with his
abdomen.  She felt it thrust to the very end of her vagina.  Never before
had Shye been fucked so deeply.  He was quick to come.  The next two took
their time, playing with her privates and shoving calloused fingers into
her ass hole.  The last man cursed: "She's a mess.  I'll fuck her in the
butt." Shye tried to beg.  It did no good.  The other men held her, one on
each leg and one holding her wrists across the pool table while the third
simian banged her butt hole wantonly with his steel-like shaft.  It hurt.
She had enjoyed anal in the past; however, the men were gentle and kind,
never forcing and stopping when she gave the least indication of pain. 
This man enjoyed her suffering and made sure that she felt every hard
thrust.

   At last it was done and Jack pulled her from the pool table.  He grabbed
her jeans and pulled them up, dragging her by her hair to the back exit. 
His car was parked in the dark alley.  Shye tried to escape, but all she
gained was a fierce blow to her stomach.  Out of breath, she staggered and
fell.  Jack lifted her up and up her in the trunk of his dirty sedan. 
There were tools and greasy rags in the trunk.  It stank.

   When they arrived at his place, Jack opened the garage.  Once inside he
pulled Shye rudely from the trunk and led her to a root cellar.  There was
a cage suspended from the ceiling.  Shye would have to wait in there,
rocking back and forth with each shift of her weight.  Jack went into the
main house and prepared himself something to eat.

   It seemed like an eternity before Jack returned.  Shye couldn't hold her
urine and wet herself and the floor below.  Jack wasn't annoyed, he just
laughed.  He handed her a plate of scraps and told her to eat.  She did. 
The food had a chalky under taste.  Once done, he removed her from the cage
and took her over to an iron bathtub.  There she was tightly bound.  Jack
then prepared a warm salt enema for her.  Shye's eyes widened as she saw
one-half gallon of water being poured into a red rubber bag.

   It took a long time to administer the enema.  Jack seemed to enjoy every
moan and groan.  Then he told Shye to hold it for fifteen minutes.  She
struggled but was managing to hold the saline solution.  Nothing would
prepare her for the next event.  She had her eyes closed when Jack quickly
inserted a large, pear-shaped butt plug into Shye's rear end.  He quickly
opened the "pear halves" with an Allen wrench, painfully spreading Shye's
anus and locking the device in place.  He picked her up and put her back in
the cage.  Then he told her that her food had a powerful laxative and she
could enjoy living with the pressure in her large bowels until the next
morning.

   Shye cried, begged, and pleaded.  Jack just laughed.  "Now you have been
fucked, purged, and plugged girl.  Tomorrow I'll let you go back to work.
Next time you come to the bar, you'd better be prepared." Every hour during
the night Jack came by to examine Shye, feeling her abdomen and turning the
Allen nut in her butt a quarter turn more.  One good turn deserved another.