Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Disclaimer: The following story is fictional. No resemblance to any person, living or dead, is neither intended nor should be inferred. There are some convicted felons for which no punishment fits their crime, or so society feels. To escape having to employ a death penalty, many sovereign states transfer these incorrigible inmates to one of several privately owned and operated penitentiary deep in the Siberian permafrost. Girls between the ages of 18 and 25 have a special hell known as the Internet Cybersex Prison (IzPris). The female inmates perform on the game grids, either on web cam or as fully functional avatars. Their time is rented and the income goes to support the prison and certain wealthy Russian personages. This is a story of a girl, known only as Reba, a man who rents her time, Corky, and the prison. Charles Corkman, AKA "Corky," gets home from a grueling day the shop. He tosses his clothes aside and climbs into the tub, where his gynoid, Betti, has drawn the water. He soaks for a minute while she cleans the dirt from under his fingernails and scrubs his gritty, grime-coated face and hands. Corky is a mechanic, a grease monkey, working with machines and doing jobs too filthy for the complex micro-circuitry to handle. The optical and pattern recognition software may be fine for the theorist or geek, but teamsters, mechanics, longshoremen, and miners are still beyond Artificial Intelligence (AI) limits and bounds. Betti, having finished with Corky's upper body is preparing a pedicure. "Enough for now! Some food---chili---and log me in to IzPris." Betti complies. The large flat screen opens. A synthetic voice welcomes him: "Greetings Master Corky. We have checked our inventory and found an inmate meeting your request. Her name is Reba and she will be yours every night for one hour, as you please. Thank you for your business." The screen refreshes and a timer begins to count down. His girl will be available in 27 minutes. Corky is excited with the possibility of having one-on-one cybersex sessions with a real live barely-legal girl, especially since she is also a confined prison inmate where no records are kept. Corky finishes his chili and calls to Betti: "Ice cream with chocolate syrup, nuts, and sprinkles. Cherry on top." Betti begins preparation of the requested dessert." "Master," Betti states, "You should eat a more balanced diet for your health's sake." "Do you want me to die healthy?" Corky retorts. The gynoid advice is not appreciated; however, it is a factory installed subroutine which cannot be deactivated. "No, Master," the gynoid replies and serves the requested dessert. Part of each gynoid's (or fembot's) circuitry deals with improving the health of their owner. But, in the final analysis, the boss is always right. A chime sounds indicating the top of the hour and a screen opens in the IzPriz Uniform Resource Locator (URL). Corky sees menu of video clips of Reba from her awakening throughout her day. The first is her awakening. The narrative describes each video clip. The first is a view of the sliding window in the steel door to her cell. The camera pans to show that the concrete cell contains only a naked girl and a thick, brown wool blanket. There is a one foot diameter drainage hole in the floor opposite the door. Air vents are on the adjacent walls. Overhead is a Plexiglas(R) cover with overhead lighting. Reba gets up, heads to the door, puts her back to the door and her hands behind her back for cuffing. The screen narrative relates how a male guard might cuff Reba versus a Matron: "If she is cuffed by a guard, there is some room to play in the cuffs. If the Matron cuffs her, it is usually overly tight and painful. The cuffing is related to her performance on the game grid." Once cuffed, a Matron and two burly uniformed guards enter the cell. Then the ritual morning search is done. The guards shake out the blanket for any hidden objects. Then comes the body cavity search. As Reba stands at 'parade rest' they examine her. One guard has her open her mouth; he inserts three fingers. Once satisfied, he backs off. The Matron inserts a speculum into her vagina. The narrative explains: "The Matron may or may not use lubricant, depending on Reba's performance the previous day on the grid." This time K.Y. Jelly(tm) is applied to the speculum. The Matron screws a knob expanding the "duck bills" on the speculum and stretching Reba's vulva. Satisfied that there is no object in Reba's vagina, she slowly removes the device without contracting it. This forceful removal takes some time and effort. The camera takes a close-up of the tears streaming from Reba's eyes. She remains silent and doesn't change her position. Then a guard bends her over while the other guard forces two fingers into her rectum. The narrative reiterates the optional nature of lubricant. In the video the guard puts on Latex gloves with ample Vaseline Petroleum Jelly(tm). Then she is leashed and taken from the cell. The second clip is the coffle. Reba has a steel collar about her neck with a ring for attachments. It is welded and permanent. Reba is chained into a coffle. There are a dozen gorgeous girls in the coffle. They wait as more girls arrive; the video clip fast forwards. Reba is number seven in order. As the coffle moves forward, each girl is assigned her duties for the day. Reba is fitted in high heel shoes and assigned to a Mistress for the day. She is taken to a BDSM dungeon room. The Mistress makes her entry. Reba has been standing for over an hour waiting. This passage of time is seen on the video clip clock. The Mistress wastes no time in forcing fluids on Reba. Next the Mistress brought an enema stand and two liter red rubber enema bag. The narrative explains the the enema was composed of warm water, enema soap, and vinegar. Reba would have to hold both her urine and the enema solution. The Mistress leaves the room and Reba must stand with her legs spread until she returns. Corky calls for Betti to bring him a Diet Coke(tm). He is enthralled by the handling of Reba. He is looking forward to an end-of-day interview with her, one-on-one. The third clip begins when the Mistress returns to the BDSM dungeon. Reba is fidgeting and squirming. The Mistress stands in front of Reba and interrogates her: "Does a girl need to pee or make poop?" "Yes, Mistress," Reba replies. "A girl is in great pain. Salty tears streak down hot pink cheeks." "A girl will masturbate first," the Mistress commands. "But a girl's hands are cuffed behind her back," Reba interjects. "Would a girl like a vibrator?" The Mistress asks. "Oh, yes, please Mistress," Reba begs. The Mistress goes over to a table of sex toys and gets a vibrator. She pushes it into Reba's pussy and turns it on. Reba moan and wiggles. She hopes to climax soon, as her bladder and bowels are severely distended. The Mistress slaps Reba's breasts. Reba has trouble concentrating on her orgasm as pain sparks through her body from the obscene abuse of her perfectly proportioned mammary. As Reba nears climax, the Mistress slaps her breasts again, harder. Reba is scared that she might have an "accident." After some period of time, the Mistress orders Reba to the toilet. "Defecate without urinating," the Mistress commands Reba. "Yes, Mistress," Reba answers, "a girl will try." She sits and keeps eye contact with the Mistress. Reba's blue eyes focus on the hazel eyes of her Mistress. She is able to evacuate her bowels and is relieved. Now she sits enjoying the aroma of her feces and unable to flush the toilet or cleanse herself. The Mistress smiles. After a few minutes, the Mistress comes over to the hapless Reba, cleans her with soft Aloe Vera baby wipes, and flushes the commode. Reba looks up with baby blue eyes and says: "Thank you Mistress." "Stand up girl," the Mistress orders. She removes the vibrator and inserts a huge butt plug. Even well lubricated, the insertion is slow and difficult. The need to urinate grows and grows in Reba's abdomen. The Mistress leads Reba to a bathtub and has her sit. "You must hold your urine for one hour more, or suffer punishment. Understood?" "Yes, Mistress," Reba replies. The third video clip ends. Corky is very excited. He starts video clip four. He doesn't want to spend all his time viewing clips; he also wants time to interview Reba, one-on-one. Reba is unable to hold her piss and is sitting in the bathtub with two inches of urine when the Mistress returned. The Mistress smiles. "You naughty girl! See, you have earned your punishment." The Mistress gets a leather riding crop. "You must convince me that you want me to whip your pussy with this riding crop. Does a girl understand?" Reba trembles with fear and trepidation. The Mistress pulls the stopper draining the tub and runs some water to wash away the urine. Then she helps Reba to her feet. She is standing in the tub wearing high heel shoes. "Mistress," Reba begins, "please whip my pussy with the leather crop." "I'm not convinced that is something that you really want," the Mistress retorts. "Oh, yes Mistress, it is," Reba pleads. She is disgusted with having to beg for punishment that will be severe and undeserved. She forces a smile and searches for the right words. "A girl loves the feel of leather whipping her ugly crotch. She longs for her pudenda to be bruised and swollen. She is already wet and aroused, just thinking of the riding crop. And her tiny clit is ready to be kissed by the sting of the quirt. See? She is even drooling in anticipation." "But why do I doubt your sincerity, Reba?" The Matron asks. "You may slap and twist my teats to make me recant, Mistress, a girl will be steadfast in her desire," Reba answers. "We will see," the Matron responds. With the skilled hand of a sadist, she slaps Reba's breasts. "Does a girl still want the riding crop on her pussy?" "Yes, please, Mistress," Reba begs. The Matron slaps her again. Corky fast forwards through the twenty minutes of breast slapping until the Mistress is satisfied and takes up the riding crop. "Oh, thank you Mistress," Reba lies. Her breasts are bruised and swollen. She struggles to keep standing. The Mistress rubs the riding crop into Reba's slit, paying special attention to her tiny clitoris. Satisfied with Reba's arousal, she begins the punishment. The first smack makes Reba lurch and twist. She quickly regains her composure and says: "Thank you, Mistress, may I enjoy another?" The Mistress obliges her. Again and again the quirt strikes Reba's available, vulnerable, unprotected pussy. Again and again Reba begs to be whipped. Corky decides that he has seen enough of today's videos and is anxious to speak with Reba in the flesh. He clicks on the chat button. The screen opens in a new window. Reba is naked, her hands tied above her head. Her pussy and her breasts are bruised and swollen. Reba: Greetings Master. Corky: Greetings Reba. Reba: A girl is ready to please you. Corky: How would you please me? Reba: You may summons a guard to have me whipped or released so that I can masturbate or use some sex toy. My pussy is sore, but I will still put in a vibrator or dildo for you. Or we can just chat while I stand here in this uncomfortable position. Did you see the video clips for today? Corky: Most of them. You had me convinced that you really wanted that riding crop on your pussy. Reba: That was difficult. I was tempted to recant and suffer a substitute punishment. I still have that huge butt plug in. Did you notice? Corky moves the camera position to see that Reba is still wearing her butt plug. Reba: Say that I please you and it will be removed. Otherwise this might be the way that I spend the night. Corky: OMG, that would be cruel. Reba: You are so sweet Corky. I want to kiss and hug you. Reba: But, we are out of time. I've been tied up here for you for nearly an hour. Please give me a good rating! Come back tomorrow. If you don't, I may be punished even more. In any case I would be hanging out here for the whole hour waiting for you. You are a cash-paying client. (smiles) Corky shudders. Corky: I will be back. You are my girl for the hour. The screen refreshes and the log-in logo appears. 30 Sep 2011 Taunus Trumbo.