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 Day seventeen.

   Klyster was left the preparation room for the game grids.  She had the
usual appliances attached to her body, a blue plastic triangle locked over
her pudenda and wires trailing from the large tube filling her large bowel.
She was still cuffed, her wrists held in steel handcuffs behind her back.
At the computer terminal she was strapped in place.  The first client was
familiar.  It was a horny old bastard who enjoyed arousing Klyster and
witnessing her multi-orgasms.  Those were easy Johns to please.  They only
wanted some sexy talk and a naughty scenario.  She knew a lot about her
clients.  In between sessions Klyster would read their profiles and
confidential statements.  No every girl on the game grids could get client
statements to peruse.  Klyster had proven herself especially adept at
pleasing and had advanced to the top of her class.  She was particularly
good at introducing new members as clients.  The potential clients would be
treated to a free session.  Klyster had one of the best records at gaining
full paying members from the trial users.

   The hoary old curmudgeon was named Robert.  Robert loved to ask Klyster
about her real life experiences before being placed in the Internet
Cybersex Prison.  It turned out that Klyster had been into BDSM and had a
Master who treated her shamefully.  He had introduced her to all of the
usual devices of pressure, pleasure, and pain.  Klyster had frequently worn
the butt plug.  She always was penetrated vaginally while wearing the anal
device.  At times she was given laxatives.  Her stool would be held in
place while she was being vigorously fucked in her cunt.  The pressure
would build in her large bowel into a crescendo as both she and her Master
would experience orgasms.  Mostly Klyster would only be required to wear a
butt plug for a few hours; however, there had been occasions when the plug
had been left in for an entire day.  She was also required to endure
enemas. At times she would have to hold the tepid water for a period of
time.  At other times she would be plugged and penetrated while her colon
swam in black water.  Every variation had been done at least once.  Now, in
the Internet Cybersex Prison, Klyster could never again feel the hand of
her Master, his leather belt, or the merciless butt plug.  But she could
endure the devices and creations of the prison.  These devices were often
more demanding and intrusive than those in real life.

   In Virtual Reality Klyster would have to play the role of a slave girl.
She would have to follow her Master and kneel whenever they were
stationary. The pneumatic and hydraulic mechanisms of her rectal and
vaginal tubes would allow a near-perfect simulation of a girl carrying a
full half-gallon of enemas solution and a massive dildo in her pussy. 
Kneeling was painful and awkward.  There was no way that Klyster could
discharge her load.  It was there to enjoy or annoy, as her client might
elect.  Fiberglass sensors recorded the galvanomic skin response, the
texture and hue of the inner epithelial cells, the viscosity and quality of
the secretions, and her nerve response to various electrical, mechanical,
and chemical stimuli.  After much time being paraded about, shown off, and
examined, Robert would take Klyster to a secluded spot and induce orgasms
in her captive body.  She would sway back and forth as the arousal was
induced.  Even though she might have had several previous clients, there
was no way to fake or pretend.  The sensors forced Klyster into
multi-orgasms of hurricane or tornado intensity.  She would even feel
parched in the throat as her vaginal secretions consumed her precious
bodily fluids.