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 Day Eight.

   Elaine was young and rebellious.  Her apprehension was violent, she
created a commotion at her trial, and she was a pugnacious, truculent,
bellicose inmate.  After her initial processing, she was taken to her cell.
The next morning she refused to back to the door and place her hands
through the window for cuffing.  Her intention may have been to confront
the two burly male guards and the female matron face-to-face.  They simply
left her alone in her cell until the following morning, without food or
water.  The next morning she backed to the door and let the matron cuff her
wrists with handcuffs.

   Elaine pulled away from the door and turned to face it as it opened. 
The inmates were supposed to face away from the guards and avoid eye
contact.  Elaine's face was full of fury and anger.  The two male guards
entered.  They had no patience with Elaine whatsoever.  One grabbed her
shoulders while the second went behind her.  She tried to bite and kick
without success.  In a second she was supine on her brown wool blanket.

   The girl struggled and kicked.  Once it was clear that she was going to
be brutally raped she tried to resist by holding her legs together.  The
guard atop her forced his knees between hers, separating her soft, creamy
inner thighs.  The matron came over and held a cotton pad to her nose.  In
a moment she was unconscious.  As she felt consciousness slipping away, she
could feel a man's dick force its way into her soft, tender vagina.  Then
there was blackness.

   When Elaine regained consciousness she was still handcuffed.  Her pussy
was swollen and sore.  She tried to move around and felt something on her
ankles.  She saw two ankle cuffs riveted in place and a two-foot chain
connecting them.  She wasn't going to be able to kick in the future.  She
tried to sit up, feeling pain in her thighs.  She had bruises and
lacerations from the brutal rape.  She finally managed to cover herself
partially with the blanket.  After a long wait she heard the door to her
cell open.

   The matron brought two bowls.  One had some gruel that resembled
oatmeal. The other was full of water.  Elaine's throat was parched,
partially from not being fed or watered and partially from the anesthesia.
She managed to right herself and slid on her knees over to the water bowl.
It was hard trying to drink with her hands cuffed behind her back.  It was
even more difficult to eat, but she managed to get down most of the gruel.
Her face was a mess, caked with sticky residue.  She got back to her
blanket and drifted into a delirious torpor.

   The door opened and the matron removed the empty bowls.  Elaine looked
up to see two burly guards enter.  On held her shoulders while the other
dropped his pants and crawled atop her.  Elaine didn't try to resist this
time.  Her last resistance only netted her bruises and abrasions.  As the
evil-smelling penis penetrated her, she tried to imagine scenes of anger,
filth, or revenge.  Still the manly member was arousing her.  She loathed,
despised, and abhorred the feelings of sexual excitation.  Worse than that,
as the rape continued she felt an orgasm swelling in her belly.  The guard
could also sense that she was aroused.  He held his orgasm, letting the
other guard take a turn with her.  At last she came just as the second
guard also did.  The humiliation and embarrassment were paramount.  She
blushed.

   The first guard hadn't gotten his rock soft.  He looked at her wet cunt
and rolled her over.  This time she did resist.  She tried to stay on her
back and, failing that, she clenched her cheeks together.  Again the matron
came with a cotton cloth permeated with ether.  Elaine fought the drug but
at last succumbed to the black unconsciousness.  When she came to she was
in pain.  Her hands were still cuffed and now were swollen and sore.  About
her waist was a black belt with a heavy strap running down her groin and
between her legs.  She felt the pressure of two dildos, one in her vagina
and the other in her rectum.  She cursed and screamed.  Still no one came.
No one cared.

   The night seemed to last forever.  Elaine couldn't take the pressure and
pain lying on her stomach or on her back.  On either side a dildo hurt her
terribly.  She was able to manage to drift in and out of sleep first on one
side, then on the other.  In the morning the trio---the matron and the two
burly Neanderthal, simian guards---returned.  Elaine was rudely jerked up
on her feet and marched down the hall.  She had to take small steps on
account of the chain between her ankles.  The rude strap between her legs
chaffed her tender pudenda, perineum, and anus.  Each step was misery.

   At last they arrived at the preparation room.  Here Elaine had her
chastity belt and dildos removed.  She was wiped down and given multiple
enemas.  The first enemas were warm water and cleansed her.  The latter
enemas were chilled water, making her rectum contract and her anal
sphincter muscles convulse.  The result was that her already sore and
swollen ass hole hurt all the more.

   For fourteen days Elaine wore her chastity belt during the night.  Her
handcuffs were removed but the leg chain remained.  No longer did Elaine
try to resist the advances of the guards.  Yet they seemed to have lost
interest in her.  In fact her rape and sodomy were more for control than
sexual release.  Elaine began to accustom herself to the prison routine. 
She then realized that only with total submission could she ever hope to
have the leg chain removed.

   On the game grids she was given the role of the bad girl.  She was
commanded to fight her abductors and struggle for freedom.  In several of
the gaming scenarios she was actually able to elude capture.  The sport of
several of the games was the real possibility of losing as well as winning.
The fact that she was considered a skilled quarry and a difficult catch
made her capture all-the-more interesting.  Nothing pleased the connoisseur
more than a true test of wit and skill!  Best of all would be the savage,
brutal rape when the quarry was finally apprehended and secured.

   As she became better at the game, the Internet Cybersex Prison found
that she could be motivated.  If she failed to provide a thrilling hunt and
hot pursuit to her hunter, she could spend the night regretting it while
wearing the uncomfortable chastity belt with the two grotesque penises
irritating and abusing her tender tissues.  Elaine performed well on the
game grids.  It became a second nature to her.