Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Day nine. His name was Felix Schweinhund. His occupation was sanitary engineer. He worked in the sewage treatment plant. One might say that he had a dirty job. He had few friends in real life, except those fellow workers he did some drinking with. His modest home was typical of an aging bachelor. He would have continued his lifestyle of frequenting bars in the lower-middle class working neighborhood had not two inventions come to pass. The first was the Parallel-Processing Personal Computer (P3C), which allowed total neural networking and high speed matrix manipulations. The second was the advent of the Virtual Reality helmet (VR helmet). This incredibly clever device worked on the principle that one could induce electromagnetic fields in any given enclosed region of space simply by putting the correct magnetic lines of force, magnetic tensors, on the boundary. This arose from the theory of partial differential equations. Put in layman terms: "Put powerful magnets in the right places and any sensation (sight, sound, smell, sexual orgasm, taste) could be induced." This was non-invasive and caused no permanent injury. The Internet Cyberspace Prison, on the other hand, actually used physical stimulation. This was done to allow fiber optic cables to capture the swelling of tissues, the exuding of fluids, the contractions of sphincters, and the undulations of bowels, vaginal walls, uterine lining, and bladder. There was also the option to induce pain of varying degrees to the victim in the Internet Cybersex Prison. Her name was Kasarma. She was a shy girl abducted from the university by some eco-terrorists and forced to participate in their destructive schemes. It was almost a Patricia Hearst story, but without such a happy ending. The group of deviant, extreme environmentalists let their zealous fanaticism spiral out of control until they were committing heinous crimes. At last they were apprehended, charged, tried, and convicted. Kasarma pleaded her case as merely a captive, threatened and coerced. But a diary containing her eager participation was discovered. Unfortunately Kasarma had written inflammatory articles in the school paper and hobnobbed with liberal environmentalists and pro-life activists during her undergraduate days. It didn't seem to matter that in graduate school she had become apolitical. Indeed, she had joined the mainstream body politic more and more as she advanced toward her terminal degree. Kasarma was sent to the Internet Cybersex Prison. This was a house of incarceration for those for whom return to society wasn't possible. They were confined for life without possibility of parole or pardon. Hence, in this particular prison, there were no limits or bounds on the treatment. No bounds, that is, except the bounds restraining the inmates into positions for use on the Internet. Kasarma was assigned to the general population. Her cell was gray and Spartan. The overhead fluorescent lamps and ever-vigilant surveillance cameras monitored her every move. She was naked; her only article was a thick brown wool blanket. There were air vents---ceiling and floor---and a single basin like indentation in the floor with a drainage hole. Kasarma would have to squat and face the opposing door whenever she tended to her bodily functions. Kasarma was subject to the game grids six out of seven days. She endured the preparation each day before being wired into the P3C. She had the usual devices: a deep flexible colon tube with multiple hydraulic and pneumatic functions, a deep vaginal catheter with an indwelling uterine catheter, a urinary (bladder) catheter, teat and clitoral clips with transducers, and skin patches to allow electric shocks on her back, buttocks, and inner thighs. Of course everywhere were the ubiquitous fiberglass sensor eyes. The visual sensors were known as Argus, the hundred-eyed monster of Greek mythology hired by Hera to keep watch on her philandering husband. There was no piece of tissue, mucus membrane or orifice that wasn't under constant observation. Whenever there was arousal or pain, Argus would carefully explode the sensitive area, with optical, infrared, and ultrasound images. A confined girl could not fake an orgasm. Unlike the VR helmet where everything was mental and non-invasive, the girl's connectivity to their P3C was real, physical, and constraining. There were those clients who also had interest in seeing a girl tormented or tortured in the traditional manner. Felix saved up to buy a session when he could witness a strapping young beauty be whipped, bound, and raped in the traditional manner. The Internet Cybersex Prison didn't want to waste the event, so special transducers were to be implanted in the girl's uterus, bladder, and deep in her bowels to record the internals of the event. Kasarma was the unlucky girl chosen to serve Felix and sate his depraved desires and perverse pleasures. It was in the middle of the night when the matron and two guards came to fetch Kasarma. She was rudely awakened and surprised when they entered the cell without expecting her to stand with her back to the door and present her wrists for cuffing. She had not yet made her morning urination and was hoping that she would not be hustled away on a full bladder. But there was no arguing with the guards. They quickly cuffed her hands behind her back and hurried her to the exercise room. Kasarma run for over an hour on the treadmill, suffering more and more with her distended bladder. She had no idea how long she could hold it and knew better than to beg relief. At last the treadmill stopped and she was taken to a small box. She would spend the rest of the night confined in the box. It reeked of urine, sweat, and the odor of female fear. Kasarma couldn't hold her urine any longer. She felt the warm stream pour over her thighs and pool about her ankles and feet. The liquid liberated even more odors trapped in the wooden sides, making her cough and gag. There was little ventilation and the air quickly became hot and suffocating. After a few hours Kasarma felt terrible leg cramps and shoulder cramps. It seemed like an eternity before she felt the box being unlocked. Unable to flex her arms and legs, Kasarma was powerless as a simian throwback pulled her from the box and tossed her on a black, plastic-covered mattress. She stank. Several burly men held her arms and legs as the brute shoved his evil-smelling penis into her urine soaked pussy. She tried to avoid the arousal of penetration. But months of training---rewards and punishments---were too much. She could not withhold her feminine vaginal climax. She did manage to assuage her clitoral orgasm, however. After he had satisfied his base animal cravings he did the unmentionable. He urinated inside her vagina. The mixture of vaginal juices, seminal fluid, and urine spurted out in yellowish spurts, commingled with creamy streaks. Kasarma tried to vomit at the sight and smell, but her empty stomach only managed some ugly yellow bile. When he removed his engorged member from her Holy-of-Holies, she was muchly relieved. Then she felt the men turn her over on her belly. This could mean only one thing: Kasarma was to endure an anal penetration. Since there were four men---three of which weren't serviced---Kasarma calculated that she would be sodomized at least three time. She might even be sodomized a fourth time if the first guard was able to recover from his first experience. Resistance was less than futile. Kasarma did feel the severe cramping in her arms and legs ease. The first man had a small penis. It was small in girth and length, but it was hard like a rock. Kasarma gasped. It was as if a stone were being pushed into her anus. He pulled it all the way out and forced it in again and again, much to Kasarma's misery. She was certain that the next day would be a day when she wouldn't sit down. It seemed like forever before he finally released his semen. He made sure that he ejaculated inside of Kasarma. He tried to urinate in her as well, but failed. He was only able a squirt a few golden drops. Constraints were brought and Kasarma stretch out over the rubber-like mattress. They kept pulling her arms and legs. Her wrists were wrapped in soft flannel and then cuffed with leather cuffs. This kept her from serious injury. She moaned as the men stretched her mercilessly and bound her in place. Once she was totally vulnerable and prone, her back, long lean legs, and buttocks unprotected and available, the four men left for lunch. Kasarma struggled with each breath. She was stretched and in tremendous pain. Once again she felt the burning urge to urinate. She struggled to hold her piss. It seemed like forever before the four men returned. They were laughing and joking. Now they each would sample her comely rosette, enjoying distending and penetrating her anus, spreading her delicious prune. The girl writhed as the two unsatisfied horny guardsmen sodomized her. As the second man pushed a huge member into her carved ivory derriere, she could no longer hold her urine. She pissed a maximum, the viscous liquid of dehydration and fear flooding over the waterproof service and pooling about the legs of the table. This excited the guard even more, letting him come with a premature ejaculation. He was able to urinate in her rectum. The first guard commanded Kasarma to hold the fluid in her. She was able to do that. Then she felt a lubricated butt plug being shoved in and opened. She was to be plugged and forced to retain the odious mixture of seminal fluid and urine. The cameras recorded everything in minute detail. Felix was very satisfied as he masturbated. The VR helmet well simulated the feel of the penises as they penetrated the girl. Only lacking was the true stench of the urine. It seems like the olfactory functions, ancient and primitive, could not easily be replicated by the VR Helmet. This is quite possible because these are chemical messages and their true sensations were hidden deep in the diffuse evolution of the neural network. Moreover, smells are complex and often synergistically discerned. There was still another issue: certain of the fragrances and scents from the girls in the Internet Cyberspace Prison had been induced by the atavistic excitation of their perspiration. Many extinct species of plants were grown from seeds found in ancient tombs to produce flavors like proto-vanilla, primordial chocolate, and prehistoric grape. These substances had been absent from the human diet for hundreds of generations, yet the genetic code for their olfactory effects still remained, hidden and awaiting use. And this is exactly the event. The four Neanderthals were not finished with Kasarma yet. They unstrapped her and let her rub her painfully constricted wrists and ankles for a few minutes. She had to sit to one side as the butt plug protruded shamelessly from her ass hole, spreading her glorious hemispheres. After a few minutes the first guard mounted her again. Kasarma had to arch her back to try and keep the butt plug from injuring her inner bowels. The guard felt his penis strike the terminus of her vagina and press against the butt plug inside her large bowel. The sensation was a masculine delight. Even though dehydrated and sweatless, Kasarma managed to shed salty tears, which cascaded over her hot pink cheeks and fell on the black plastic mattress cover. Before removing the butt plug, Kasarma would have to spend another hour on the treadmill. Each step she took chaffed, chapped, and irritated her, much to the depraved delight and perverse pleasure of Felix Schweinhund. He certainly got his money's worth from the unfortunate inmate of the Internet Cybersex Prison.