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 Day ten.

   Randy Bustos dreamed of being a pirate.  Yet in real life he was only in
the import-export business.  That was as close to smuggling as he could
legally get.  There was a thin gray line between legal (white) and illegal
(black) and Randy walked it as though it were Occham's razor.  Still real
life was lacking.  The swashbuckling excitement, the hunt, the escape, the
risk were all missing.  But for the advent of Virtual Reality Randy would
be forever tied to a boring job.  As he would often say: "A no-brain,
brain-dead, dead-end, end-game job." It wasn't cheap putting in an entire
VR system.  But with the initial investment having been made, Randy began
searching for his true heart's desire.  From chat room to chat room, he was
led into the darkest underground of cyberspace.  There were rumors and
rumors of rumors of a place were girls were imprisoned in real life and
forced into virtual submission in cyberspace.  The name only spoken in
carefully encrypted whispers was "The Internet Cybersex Prison."

   Membership as a client of the Internet Cybersex Prison was neither quick
nor cheap.  The most inexpensive memberships gave the client privileges to
a straight sex girl for a one-hour session each two week period. 
Additional considerations added to the cost.  Those asking for the unusual,
the bizarre, the unique, the novel, the obtuse, or the Byzantine better be
prepared to shell-out big time.  And Randy was both willing and able to do
both.  He demanded a reserved girl for his personal use.  He also wanted
her VR helmet installed with full physical insertions.  The set-up alone
meant that he had to give the prison a day's advance notice.  Then there
was the latest, beta release.  This created possibility of multiple players
on one game grid, not just the two traditional avatars.

   Most of Randy's gaming consisted of pirate adventures with a crew of
Artificial Intelligence (AI) avatars.  He would be the only real human on
the ship.  He gamed in a scenario where his and his crew captured some
slave girls, his being the human girl.  She was, naturally, the most
intelligent, beautiful, and clever of the bunch.  Only she would be able to
escape.  It was no simple runaway scenario.  Randy would have to use all
his ingenuity to recapture and recover his property.  And he could be
attacked by fearsome foes and captured as well by AI enemies.  Then his
girl might either get set free of captured.  The scenarios were almost
endless.  The very unpredictability made them exciting.  Who would want to
go to a movie?  Even a "3D Talky" movie?

   It came to pass that several of Randy's closest friends were also VR
enthusiasts, but not as well-heeled as himself.  When the beta release
allowed multiple players, Randy invited the whole crew over for cards,
beer, and cybersex.  After many hands had been played and much beer
consumed, the crew donned VR helmets and entered the forbidden realm of the
Internet Cybersex Prison.  The scene opened with a wild chase, where
Randy's slave girl, Candy, had escaped.  The chase was intense and the
search mind-numbing.

   It took nearly half and hour, but the crew caught the runaway Candy. 
She was brought back dripping wet with sweat.  Randy and the crew set off
to sea with their pirate booty and a girl tied to the ship's mast.  It was
a pirate tradition to strap a gorgeous girl to the mast to appease the gods
of the sea.  Of course, it was necessary to strip the girl naked and bind
her hands high above her head, elevating her breasts and exposing her
sensitive underarms and flanks.  There were some other girls on the ship as
well, they were galley slaves.  One of their more onerous tasks was feeding
and cleaning up after Candy, who could not shift for herself.  She moaned
at the cramping in her arms and legs.

   "You think you are so beautiful" one of the galley slaves remarked as
she washed the urine from Candy's legs and cleaned up her soiled derriere.
Candy said nothing.  There was nothing that she could say.  The galley
slave looked around to make sure that the coast was clear.  She then
slapped Candy hard in her face.  "Bitch," she cursed.  "You think you have
firm breasts?" the slave asked.  Well, this will really make the stand up."
She cupped a hand under each teat and slapped down hard on it.  Salty tears
swelled up in Candy's eyes and slithered across hot pink cheeks, dripping
down her chest.  The galley slave licked them up.  A crew member passed and
didn't seem to notice.  Candy hoped that Captain Randy would come by to
inspect, but he was away with some human crewmen, who replaced the VR AI
avatars for this experience.

   "Let me clean up that tight little ass of yours, Candy," the galley
slave ordered.  Candy had to submit.  She would be inspected and had better
be found scrubbed spotless.  The slave girl took a coarse cloth, dipped it
in brine, soaped it with lye soap and begin scrubbing Candy's delicate
rosette with vigor.  Candy tried to relax her buttocks, but the stinging
pain made her gluteus maximus go into a spasm and contract involuntarily.
The slave girl was undaunted, pushing up from below her pussy, at her
perineum, and forcing the ass cheeks apart to reach her anus.  This time
she twisted and rotated the cloth.  Candy's ass hole was scoured clean.

   The galley slave left and the crew gathered around.  Someone in the crew
called to Captain Bustos: "Skipper, let us have this mermaid!" Randy
replied: "All at once or one at a time?" There was laughter and the crew
began to argue.  Some wanted a lottery to determine first user, others
wanted a contest of skill or talent.  Finally, after hearing many
suggestions and ideas Randy made his decision.  "I will hold this slits
arms while you men see who can enter her...  no hands, just peckers.  Any
orifice is fair game: pussy, mouth, or ass.  All agreed and the men dropped
their trousers and begin to rush the fair maiden with penises hard.  The
virile men had been at sea some time and each member made a high angle to
the caudal (midline) plane.
The struggle for supremacy was waged among true dickheads.  Several
times two cocks were both past her atrium, shoving into position to ravage
her Holy-of-Holies.  In fact her cult was acquiring one new member after
another.  Finally number one made its entrance.  It was a small, hard penis
which caused Candy to flinch because, simultaneously, another old salt was
able to ease a massive shaft into her sore ass hole.  She gasped as the
tender rosette stretched, still sore from abuse by the galley slave.  The
two cocks banged together in their pelvic probe.  As Randy held her wrists,
another crusty seaman pushed his glans penis into her mouth.  The girl
choked as he filled her and pressed mercilessly into her throat.  She
gagged and convulsed, but it was to no avail.  Deep thrust followed deep
thrust.  At last he came in her mouth.  She struggled for breath as a
second fellatio began...  the second cock she sucked pulled out at orgasm
and shot hot, wet viscous fluid into her eyes.  She coughed, this time
spitting up some of the come on the seaman.  Enraged he began choking the
slug.  She drifted into unconsciousness, at the same time having her first
orgasm.  Candy was a gasper.  She could only experience a climax while
suffocating.  Randy ordered her revived.  This process would be repeated

several times.

   Finally the whole crew was satisfied.  The only person who had not had
the girl at least once was Randy Bustos, Pirate Captain and Privateer,
himself.  He looked at the girl.  Her throat had constriction marks and her
pussy was soaking.  Her glorious hemispheres were resting in a pool of
urine, semen, and sweat.  Her body was covered with a sheen of masculine
sweat and feminine perspiration of arousal.  Then Randy made his triumphal
entry.  His member entered Candy's Holy-of-Holies and stirred the witches
brew of the girl's honey nectar and the commingled cum from the pirate
crew. He slapped his dickhead back and forth against her loose pussy canal.
She had been seriously stretched.  Randy's long shaft pushed all the way to
the terminus of her cunt.  Pushing deeply, her vagina emptied with squirts
and spasms.  At last Candy's pubococcygeal muscles tensed and her
sphincters tightened, letting her expel the fluid.  It squirted liquid,
oozing from around the girth of Randy's shaft and pooling beneath her. 
Candy had been fucked.