Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Day twenty. Samantha had been a female guard at the cybersex Internet prison for some time. In her position, there were few limits on how she could treat one of the female inmates. Yet she had felt something lacking and acquired a personal slave, Ivana. The first day with her new ward was exciting. On one hand, Samantha did not want to pamper or spoil Ivana. On the other hand she did not want to seriously injure the girl either physically or psychologically. Ivana had been kept in concrete cell for months. Her contact with the world was limited to brief preparation periods. Her "life" consisted of sexual service on the game grids, wired, plugged, and connected to a huge computer network. Sam had decided that Ivana would have one half hour each morning in the bathroom to attend to her ablutions, hygiene, washing, and the like. Ivana had been kept shorn of head hair and pubic hair as an inmate. Like all girls in the prison, she had hirsute underarms, which the girls were often obliged to display in the course of body cavity searches. Most girls had little chance to bath and emanated a strong, unwashed female scent. This animal fragrance became their usual signature, not being allowed clothes or cosmetics. Sam decided to permit Ivana to shave her underarms while she mulled over letting her re-grow her head hair. The first day Ivana emerged from the bathroom and cheerfully displayed her shaved armpits. Sam slapped her face hard. "Slut," Sam interjected. "Tonight you will pay for such behavior!" "Please, Mistress," Ivana begged, "forgive a girl." "Of course," Sam retorted. "I will forgive a girl. But I will not forgive a girl's pussy. Tonight you will come to appreciate you female organs." Sam went to the touchpad and turned off the magnetic field. Ivana put her hands behind her back and felt the steel handcuffs lock. Only then did Sam remove the collar. At no time would Ivana ever have complete freedom of her body. Physical restraints were applied for psychological reasons as well. Surely Ivana could not get far with an embedded device implanted in her uterus. She would be tracked and locked into a corridor or storage room by the remote activation of a strong magnetic circuit. Then she would have to endure hours of torment and pain. The cuffs and collar were more to subdue her spirit than her body. Samantha led Ivana to the game station. There she would be strapped in and wired into a computer console. A Virtual Reality (VR) helmet would project her into the situation of the day. Samantha went to her guard duties knowing that the girl would be ready for her when she finished her shift. During the day Ivana entertained a variety of male Masters and Doms. There were a few Mistresses and Dommes, but they had to pay extra for the use of Ivana, since she was wired for masculine use and abuse. After being fondled, fucked, penetrated, pinched, and punished for eight hours on the game grid, she was released to the custody of Ivana. Samantha had been soaking wet and tingling all day thinking about the evening's recreation. Ivana was to be disciplined severely. Back at her room, Sam had Ivana drink a two-liter bottle of carbonated beverage. She was also given repetitions of calisthenics to perform. It was not long before Ivana asked to be permitted to void her bladder. "May a girl urinate, Mistress," Ivana begged, looking up hopefully from a kneeling position. "Tomorrow morning, Ivana," Sam snapped. "Now to the bed!" Sam pulled a rubber sheet over the bed, just in case. Ivana lay down on her stomach, hands still cuffed behind her. Sam spread her legs and tied each ankle with ligatures. Once her legs where in place, the collar was locked to the headboard. Only then were the handcuffs removed and Ivana's wrists tied to the upper corners of the bed, leaving her "spread eagle." The huge butt plug was inserted. Then Sam started shoving the butt plug in against Ivana's womb and bladder. The "egg" device inside her uterus reacted to the pressure thermally. Ivana felt the painful heat inside her womb and the burning desire to urinate. After fifteen minutes of using the butt plug to torment Ivana, Sam brought out the electrical device and inserted it into her vagina, clipping the ground wire to her clitoris. The clamp hurt Ivana a lot. She screamed as the small, sharp teeth of the clamp bit into her clitoris, making her pearl swell and throb. This wasn't a throbbing of sanguine arousal but rather the engorgement due to physical trauma and duress. As painful as that was, it was nothing to compare with the jolts of electricity. Sam moved the anode around to different parts of Ivana's vagina, letting the cathode remain attached to the clamp on her clit. Ivana pulled on her restraints, buckled and squirmed, and gasped for breath. Samantha "worked" Ivana for nearly half an hour before she grew tired. Ivana was able to hold her urine both during Sam's use and throughout the long night. Sam tossed half of the rubber sheet over Ivana and climbed into the bed. She tied hands and feet together to one side of the bed. Ivana slept between the folds of the rubber sheet. Ivana sweated like a corporal and felt the intense heat trapped between the rubber sheets. It was an eternity before the morning came. At last Sam prepared the hot salt-water enema. She enjoyed watching Ivana struggle to hold her urine the last few minutes as her belly swelled with the brine pumped into her bowels. Somehow Ivana managed to hold her urine until she was permitted her half hour of heaven in the bathroom. It was a luxury that few girls in the Cybersex Internet prison would ever enjoy. There was soap and clean towels, toilet paper, a shaving razor and shaving cream, and (best of all) a hot shower! She wiped herself, being very gentle as she ran the tissue over her swollen, distended clit and down bruised vulva. Only the tiny patch of skin known as the perineum was spared abuse. She patted her asshole, knowing that in a few minutes a butt plug would be inserted. There was Vaseline and KY Jelly. Ivana forced a maximum into her tender rosette to prepare for the invasion of the merciless plug. Just in time she left the bathroom. Sam cuffed her. Women always put the cuffs on too tightly. After cuffing the girl, Sam pushed in her huge butt plug. Ivana felt salty tears roll over hot pink cheeks. Sam licked them away with the rough blade of her tongue. The stage was set for a perfect union, Domme and slave girl. Ivana was thinking how she might come to love her butt plug in time and the lavish attention given her. The half hour in the bathroom was heaven. For sure there was no lock on the door and her feet were shackled and she wore a collar and a chain, but still she felt as if it were her own time. She felt like a queen sitting on a throne. The porcelain commode was such a joy after months of using nothing more than a hole in the floor to relieve herself.