0 comments/ 14180 views/ 0 favorites Prison of Darkness Ch. 01 By: Taunus Disclaimer: While this story is fiction, no resemblance to actual persons is intended or should be inferred. Oleg Matta arrived at his new job as a guard in the Prison of Darkness. He was hired due to his ability to uncover contraband and prevent prisoner escapes. He was also brought on board to help upgrade the prison into the Internet environment. The prison had already had some modernization done. The major sections were connected by touch plate enabled doors. The doors between sections are automatically raised and then lowered after a few seconds. The cell doors were also touch plate enabled, and slide open and closed, holding their last position. Oleg arrives in the visitor's lobby and is greeted by one of the prison owners, Mistress Patti. He is still wearing winter clothing and has a sixty-six pound duffel bag of uniforms and incidentals. "Welcome to the Prison of Darkness, you must be the new guard Oleg? I am Patti. Good to see you here in person. Did you have a good trip?" She asks. "I am grateful to be out of Siberia," Oleg answers with a thick eastern European accent. "Your climate here is much improved,. Lady Patti." "I will have one of the guards show you to your quarters, Sir Oleg," Lady Patti says. "You already have a copy of the rules. I'm sure that once you are settled in that you will be anxious to begin your duties." The Prison of Darkness is a small, privately-owned institute of incarceration located in a remote area of one of the old provinces of the Soviet Union. It is primarily a two-story masonry and concrete structure with a basement dungeon and a sub-basement. The sub-basement houses some state-of-the art equipment. The medieval architecture adds an aura of despair and depression. The prison was built originally before the era of indoor plumbing. Several alcoves were retrofitted; however, cells in the main cell area are extremely Spartan. The individual cells have no bedding, running water, or toilets. Prisoners need to "shift for themselves" in the environment. Periodically the cells are cleaned and disinfected. Since the climate is mild, the inmates are able to sleep on the bare concrete without serious health issues. There are forty cells arranged in an "L-shape," two levels high. They are numbered A1 to A10, B1 to B10, C1, to C10, and D1 to D10. Two inmates are kept per cell. Cells "C" are atop cells "A" and cells "D" are atop cells "B." Opposite the cells are some alcoves and a control room. There is much more to the prison, but suffice it for the moment to consider the basics. Oleg reports to duty the next morning. His blue uniform looks like something that a worker in an American car wash might wear. He is also wearing tennis shoes. This is in contrast to some designer sunglasses that adorn his pale complexion. "Are you ready to assume your duties?" Tiffi, one of the female guards, asks Oleg. "Yes, indeed," Oleg answers. "This is a much smaller prison than the Internet Cybersex Prison. I notice mostly female guards and prisoners." "There are some male prisoners," Tiffi responds, "they are generally handled by the Mistresses. And there are only a few male guards. We have no 'quick response' team so be careful. Never let a girl out of her cell without ensuring that her hands are cuffed behind her back and her feet shackled together with a short chain. A girl must never be allowed to wander freely about the main cell area. If you lose your access card, send an emergency signal to the control room at once!" "I will be careful," Oleg retorts. "Remember, my previous assignment was with incorrigible girls who could not be controlled or managed even in high security areas. I did notice a lot of rust here. While it adds to the Leitmotif of the prison, I would prefer high quality steel bars." A girl on a leash is being brought into the main cell area from Intake. Her hands are cuffed behind her back and also at the elbows. Her feet are chained together with a two-foot chain. She is on a leash, which stretches from her cuffed hands, between her legs, and to a metallic leash holder.. She is taking short, rapid steps to keep up with the matron, a female prison guard. "She needs a body cavity search before we put her in a cell," the matron exclaims. "You may do the honors, Oleg, as this is a job easily done by a newbie here." The matron and Tiffi bend the inmate over a "horse," exposing her underpinnings and naked ass. She is strapped in. "Not a problem," Oleg replies matter-of-factually. He pulls a pair of Latex gloves from a pouch on his utility belt. He puts on the Latex gloves with a "snap." He blows away talcum powder dust. Then he lubricates his gloved fingers with K.Y. Jelly. Tiffi helps by spreading the girl's glorious hemispheres exposing her tiny, taut, tight rosette. Oleg then places his right middle finger atop his index finger. "Relax girl! You could be injured if you resist!" He commands. He presses dynamic digits to her tiny, taut, tight rosette. The girl clenches her buttocks together and curses him. "Relax and breathe deeply," Oleg orders. Tiffi whispers something to the bound girl. She relaxes her anal sphincters at once, trembling with fear. He slowly pushes his fingers into her rectum and aligns his two fingers distending her anus. Convinced that there is no contraband hidden in her bowels, he pulls his fingers out with a wet "pop." Oleg then changes Latex gloves and inserts two fingers into her vagina. After locating her cervix, he roughly rubs and dilates it, loosening and freeing its sticky, icky mucus plug. He pulls the mucus plug out, examining it. He then inserts the fingers again, bouncing and pushing her uterus. This way he ensures that a hidden object would be felt. The girl writhes and squirms in pain and discomfiture. Satisfied, he checks her mouth and under her tongue. He backs away. The matron and Tiffi are pleased with the thorough examination. The girl is led away to be assigned a cell. "You certainly seem to know your female anatomy and physiology," Tiffi exclaims. "It comes with time," Oleg responds. "Those who learn from the mistakes of others still manage to be alive. With the girls in the Internet Cybersex prison, one mistake would be your last." Tiffi makes a faint, force frown. A second matron appears with a petite, willowy blonde. "This one is suspected of hiding a key, but we have no X-ray. Are you able to help, Sir Oleg?" The matron asks. "Bend her over the horse," Oleg demands. He then prepares for a second body cavity search. He puts on the Latex gloves: "snap, snap." Oleg blows away puff of talcum powder and rubs generous amount of K.Y. Jelly on his bony fingers. Tiffi helps by spreading the girl's ass cheeks to expose her unprotected, vulnerable anus. He smiles as her blemish-free buttocks part to reveal her brown star. Oleg sets his right middle finger atop index finger and speaks: "Relax! You my hurt yourself if you don't relax!" He then presses his two finger combo to her anus. The girl is embarrassed an humiliated at being examined by a hoary old curmudgeon. She fights the intrusion, tightening her anal sphincters and clenching her buttocks together. Oleg knows how to handle this event. He saturates a gauze pad with ether. Once unconscious Oleg is able to stretch her mercilessly. He finds nothing in her bowels but an Intrauterine Device (IUD) in her uterus. He removes it with a jerk. There is some spotting---tomorrow the girl will be severely sore. He slaps the girl's ass several times to bring her back to consciousness. The staff at the prison are pleased with his ability to handle a difficult situation. "Well," Tiffi states, "you see the cell numbering system? The girls are identified by cell number and cell position. The girl in cell A1 in position one is denoted as A1.1 and the girl in position two is A1.2. The girl you just examined is D9.2, that is in the ninth cell on the second level, D9, and position number two. "Ah," Oleg remarks, "a small prison numbering system." "Yes," Tiffi comments, "this keeps everything impersonal. Of course there are the exceptional cases, cases which 'prove the rule.' You will encounter these later. There are isolation (ISO) cells in the basement and a pod system. We would like to connect the pod system into a cybersex grid. That way a pod dude or dudette [sic] could be outsourced to the cybersex grid." 22 January 2012 Taunus Trumbo Prison of Darkness Ch. 02 Disclaimer: While this story is fiction, no resemblance to actual persons is intended or should be inferred. Oleg Matta arrives at his duty station. Today his mentor, Lady Tiffi, will walk him through doing intakes to the prison. Before getting started, however, Lady Tiffi has some questions about the Internet Cybersex prison. "So, tell me Oleg," Tiffi asks, "what are the main differences between the girls here in the Prison of Darkness and those in the Internet Cybersex Prison?" "Well," Oleg replies, "first of all the girls in the Internet Cybersex Prison each has her head and bush shaved. But they are not permitted to shave their underarms or legs. This results in hairy armpits. Like the girls here, they are always naked; however, each has a steel collar welded permanently on her neck. Here you leash to an ankle or a wrist. In the Internet Cybersex Prison, we leash to the collar. The collar is also used for monitoring vital signs and tracking, should the need arise." "I see," says Tiffi, "or I think I see anyway. Without head hair and with a collar, it would be more difficult for a girl to escape." "But the major inhibitor is the climate!" Oleg explains. "In the Winter it is often seventy-two degrees below zero Fahrenheit. Very cold. The Internet Cybersex Prison has pipes running through the floors to warm them. Now I have some questions for you, if I may?" "Of course," Tiffi answers. "I have noticed a number of surveillance cameras," Oleg remarks. "The seem to be wired into wall sockets and the coaxial cables run through the walls. This is a very bad idea. They can be spliced into. You should run the coaxial cables through a steel pipe, everywhere visible." "But all of the electrical wiring and cabling is run through shielded metal conduits," Tiffi retorts. "Not good enough," Oleg sharply remarks. "And the cell doors? If there is a power failure then they unlock?" "No," Tiffi replies. "They revert to manual key entry. But the sectional divider doors lock tight. Those doors remain secured until emergency power comes on or power is restored." "So, the Prison of Darkness is a hybrid between nineteenth century confinement and modern technology?" Oleg comments. "Let's go into the Intake process." There is an arrival in the visiting area. Several police are escorting a petite, fiery red head. She is visibly irritated and annoyed. Tiffi takes her paperwork and goes over it with Oleg. "See, this silly twat was driving a getaway car while her boyfriend robbed a bank," Tiffi relates. "She has a long sentence. She got out on bail awaiting trial and tried to run away. They sent her here because of overcrowding." "Ah," Oleg responds. "She doesn't look like the criminal sort." "If you mean physically dangerous, then you are correct, Oleg," Tiffi interjects. "Her name is Amanda White. She has a history of faking illness to attempt an escape. She has friends on the outside aiding and abetting her as well." Tiffi speaks to the two police: "Wait a moment after you uncuff her please. I want to lock on her prison cuffs first." Once Amanda is uncuffed, Tiffi speaks to her: "Remove all your clothes and jewelry, shoes, and every other item of apparel." Amanda blushes and replies: "Not in the presence of these men I won't." Tiffi gives a signal. The two burly officers hold Amanda while Tiffi rips her clothes off, locks leg-irons, handcuffs, and elbow restraints. She then attaches a leash to her handcuffs. "These cuffs are too tight!" Amanda complains. No one seems to care. With her hands behind her back, the chain leash runs between her legs. Tiffi pulls the leash taut with a jerk. The chain separates Amanda's vulva and rubs her clit. Amanda is flushed as she blushes from embarrassment coupled with a libidinal involuntary arousal. Oleg observes the fiery red head's response. The two policemen excuse themselves and depart. Tiffi explains to Oleg: "Never, ever let her hands be uncuffed outside of her prison cell." Tiffi attaches a two-foot "walking chain" between her leg-irons. "And, if you don't want to have to chase her, keep her in leg-irons or a spreader bar." "I won't give you any trouble," Amanda blurts out. "It's Mistress Tiffi to you, slut," Tiffi speaks, slapping Amanda's face hard. Tears swell up in Amanda's eyes; she is unaccustomed to being bitch face-slapped. Tiffi pulls Amanda by her chain, bringing her cuffed wrists to her carved ivory derriere and rubbing her asshole with the chain and cuff attachment point. Amanda is noticeably annoyed and irritated. "You are hurting me, Mistress Tiffi," Amanda complains. At that Tiffi jerks the leash harder, causing Amanda to nearly lose balance. Oleg observes the chain discipline---different from what he was used to. In the past the prisoners had already been incarcerated and knew better than to give the prison staff a hard time. "I have to inventory these rags she was wearing, Oleg," Tiffi remarks. She then makes a short list, throws the clothes and other apparel into a cardboard box, and files it away. Tiffi checks a list and decides to assign Amanda as prisoner number two in A10. "From now on you will be referred to as 'A10.2' Amanda. Is that clear?" "Yes, Mistress Tiffi," Amanda replies. "And you will refer to Oleg as 'Sir Oleg,' also. Understood?" Tiffi asks. "Yes, Mistress Tiffi, Sir Oleg," Amanda answers. Tiffi leads Amanda to cell number A10. Amanda looks in horror at the empty cell. She notices the 39 other cell, all empty of anything except prisoners. "Where is a bed and blankets? There is no running water, or toilet, or tissue!" Amanda blurts out. Tiffi slaps her face again. "Sorry Mistress Tiffi," Amanda whimpers. Oleg notices the scenario closely. "Bend over A10.2 and permit Sir Oleg to do a body cavity search on you," Tiffi orders. "A what?" Amanda interjects. Then she quickly adds: "Mistress Tiffi." When she feels the man's hands on her naked ass, Amanda blushes a crimson red. No one, except a female nurse, has ever touched her comely rosette. Now a rude man will force fingers into her "Glory of Glories." She can only hope that this will be over quickly and that he will no hurt her. Neither of these will come to pass. When Oleg is finally done with Amanda's rectal examination, he turns his undivided attention to her vagina. She is tight and he spends some time stretching her tender pussy lips. Salty tears streak across hot pink cheeks. Tiffi gathers up some of her teardrops on a fingertip and tastes them. "Perfect!" Tiffi utters. "You may expect a body cavity search every morning, A10.2," Tiffi emphatically states. Amanda trembles. "May a girl be uncuffed, Mistress Tiffi? A girl is secured in her cell," Amanda requests. "Not today, A10.2, not today! You gave us a hard time. Enjoy your rest." Tiffi remarks. Tiffi and Oleg leave Amanda to "shift for herself." 23 January 2012 Taunus Trumbo Prison of Darkness Ch. 03 Disclaimer: While this story is fiction, no resemblance to actual persons is intended or should be inferred. Mistress Patti joins Oleg Matta and Mistress Tiffi for lunch. Patti is curious as to Oleg's progress. After some light banter and small talk, Patti asks Oleg if he would like some entertainment. One of the prisoners, D9.2, is scheduled to do a pole dance. Patti remarks concerning the girl: "She is that willowy blonde who was wearing an IUD. Perhaps you remember her from yesterday, Oleg?" Oleg nods his affirmation. Tiffi heads back to the main cell area while Patti and Oleg walk over to a stage platform where the blonde girl is preparing to do a pole dance. Patti makes a comment: "This girl might be sore from yesterday's body cavity search. Let's see how the pole treats her privates and underpinnings." Patti flashes a wicked evil grin (weg). A matron enters with a naked girl on a short leash. The girl is the willowy blonde from yesterday. She is wearing high heel shoes, with five inch heels. They are locked onto her feet. The matron explains that D9.2 has spent the whole night standing to prepare her for the pole. When the matron lets the leash have slack, the girl falls to her knees. The pain on her feet is unbearable. Patti and Oleg seat themselves while the girl is uncuffed and allowed to embrace the pole. Oleg strains to focus his astigmatic, myopic hazel eyes to appreciate the curves, contours, cleavages, cusps, and clefts of her petite, toned body. She is nimble and graceful. Despite the obvious soreness in her stride, she gyrates and rotates on her perineum. Gliding up and down, she rubs her sex onto the brass pole, streaking viscous vaginal fluid and exuding pheromones and the slightly garlic-like scent of a totally aroused human female. Whenever her feet touch the ground, she winces in pain. This excites Lady Patti and interests the guard Oleg. He is fascinated by the lean, lithesome, lanky legs, the limber, lissome, luscious thighs, and her carved ivory derriere. Oleg lets elevator eyes scan the dancing girl's nude body. She is clearly embarrassed by male presence. From her flawless, blemish-free forehead, to her slender shoulders, her perfectly proportioned mammary, her hour-glass waist, to her wet hypogastric triangle, his lewd, lecherous. Lascivious, lustful, licentious lips smack with crass carnal craving, dark depraved desire, and atavistic animal attraction. But Oleg keeps his libido in check. It is, after all, a job and the entertainment is naught but naughty insights into a forbidden realm of prohibited behavior. "This could be refined and enhanced with a 3D hires avatar, Lady Patti," Oleg suggests. "The basics of the pole dance could be digitized and mapped onto a digital skeleton. Her time on line would be enhanced. The client would also be allowed behind the scenes to witness her standing for hours in high heels to prepare her for the ordeal on the pole. This spans the 'uncanny gap.' That is, after all, the final divide between Virtual Reality and Real Life." Patti nods affirmatively. "Shall we visit the cell area?" Patti asks. "The girls are being fed. You may enjoy this." Oleg nods his agreement. The two depart for the main cell area. Bowls of hot cereal and two liter bottles of juice---oatmeal and prune juice today---are set out in a double row. The girls are brought out and a chain run over their ankle chain. They face each other. On command one row shovels food into the mouth of the other. Twenty-four ounces in two minutes. Then the roles are reversed. Following that the juice (apple, orange, pineapple, grape, or prune) is poured down in another two minute binge. The girls are unchained and returned to their cells, one by one. "Some girls have problems with constipation," Patti states matter-of-factually. "But the prune juice really helps, especially the two liter bottle." "It seems like two minutes is a bit rushed, Lady Patti," Oleg remarks. "They learn to manage," Patti comments, "practice makes perfect." Tiffi approaches with Amanda White (prisoner A10.2) on a leash. She reports: "This girl tried to offer a bribe to a guard to help her escape." Amanda looks down. "Since you did the Intake on her," Tiffi suggests, "perhaps you would like to be the one to punish her." "My pleasure, Lady Tiffi," Oleg replies. Lady Tiffi hands Amanda's leash to Oleg. The four go to a nearby post. Tiffi and Patti help getting Amanda's hands tied high above her head. She is beautiful. Her breasts are small and firm and her puckered areolas are a perfect pink, the same pink as her pouty lips. She sports just a few freckles on her cheeks; otherwise, her pale complexion is flawless and blemish-free. Her baby blue eyes have the sensual, seductive, smoky look. She is more dangerous in her beauty than any military weapon. Tiffi brings Oleg a leather riding crop. He shows it to Amanda and lets her smell the leather. He rubs the quirt against her breasts, armpits, and crotch, pulling it over her damp vulva and clitoris. Amanda moans and trembles. "I'll tell you how it's going to be A10.2," Oleg explains. "You will have twenty lashes with the riding crop; however, should you beg for your just discipline, the count will be reduced to ten. I must admit that I do love a defiant, stubborn girl who would rather take the 20 than the ten." Amanda frowns. "Do you really think that I will ask for something that I don't want? You are a sadistic bastard and a pervert!" Lady Patti slaps Amanda's face hard. "Sir Oleg" girl. Tiffi looks confused. Patti clarifies: "Some masters prefer a girl who will ask for her punishment. This is especially true if he does not own her, but merely has temporary custodianship. The girl receives a muchly reduced sentence in exchange for begging the punishment. Those defiant girls will find little sympathy with the other girls for their suffering. They will isolate themselves in a battle of wills with the master. Unless some external event occurs, they are bound to lose eventually. Does that clarify, Tiffi?" Tiffi nods. Amanda listens to the conversation and becomes unsure of the wisdom of her belligerent, defiant stance. Oleg senses Amanda's position and sweetens the offer: "five if you beg for your punishment and twenty if you do not." Amanda looks to Lady Patti. She finds no comfort in the Mistress's face. Oleg continues: "Let's try one lash for free and see how a girl feels." He rubs Amanda's back and shoulders, massaging and kneading the area where the crop will strike. He demarcates the region with wet kisses. Taking careful aim, he draws the riding crop in a perfect circle, the kiss of the quirt to be at zero degrees and the origin at a position 270 degrees away. The maximal arc for the human arm to impart momentum and leverage. After several practice strokes, Oleg makes his connect. Amanda jerk and convulses. The initial response is numbness followed by a tidal wave, a virtual tsunami of intense pain. Amanda screams and fights for breath. After a moment, with quivering voice she begs: "Please punish this slut, Sir Oleg." Oleg obliges, this time across her exposed and naked buttocks. "Thank you, Sir," Amanda utters, "may this girl have another? This sequence of events is repeated three more times, making a grand total of five lashes. The last of which struck between her spread legs kisses her perineum with a leather tongue. And so ends Oleg Matta's second day at the Prison of Darkness. 24 January 2012 Taunus Trumbo Prison of Darkness Ch. 04 Disclaimer: This story is fiction; no resemblance to actual persons is intended or should be inferred. Oleg meets Mistress Dorri the next day. Dorri handles much of the medical efforts for the prison. "Have you noticed the hypertrophied breasts on many of the girls here?" Dorri asks. "As a matter-of-fact I have," Oleg answers. "Some girls with hands cuffed behind their backs look like they are extremely uncomfortable while girls with hands cuffed in front are supporting their massive mammary with cupped hands." Dorri explains: "I have given many of the girls injections to enlarge their breasts significantly. They have become 'voluptuous,' in fact. When a girl has to mind her breasts she tends to be more docile." "Do they lactate as well?" Oleg asks. "No, not yet," Dorri answers. "I do hope to find a drug to induce these girls to be milk-producing cows in time, however." Oleg chuckles. He remembers the so-called "clit pump" at the Internet Cybersex Prison. AS girl's tiny clit could be enlarged to two inches long and an inch in diameter. "I have also circumcised many of the girls, removing the hood from their clitoris," Dorri states. "But this does not mean that I have mutilated the girls, merely removing their female foreskin." Oleg nods, not willing to comment on the procedures. Dorri leads Oleg to a medical room. There is an operating table, overhead lamps, and a gynecological examination chair. The girl's legs could be mounted in stirrups, exposing her vulva, perineum, and anus completely. There was a table with a huge variety of speculums, proctoscopes, dildos, catheters, and the like. "There is no pain worse than that which these devices can induce in a girl," Dorri explains. "The most exciting and titillating part comes from the reaction of the new girl, who has never been incarcerated before. When she is forced to part her ass cheeks and knows that eyes are focused on her anus, she is humiliated and embarrassed. The initial penetration and stretching is mortifying. And the sudden realization that this is an 'everyday occurrence' and not just a 'one time event' is terrifying. The new girl soon overcomes her initial soreness and routinely presents herself for examination." "Then comes the 'pelvic examination?" Oleg asks? "Precisely," Dorri answers. "After a number of penetrations and dilations, the girl lapses into complaisance. She at last is able to accommodate the body cavity search and even begins to enjoy the stimulation. Then comes the pelvic exam. Her vulva and vaginal sphincters allow the hand to be completely inserted into her vagina. Her vulva is stretched around the examiner's wrist. Then begins the pelvic examination. Her cervix is dilated and the mucus plug removed and examined. Then her whole abdomen is probed from inside her vagina. The uterus, bladder, and bowels are touched and felt. Her ovaries are the epicenter of pain and suffering. There the pressure of touch is unbearable. The girl learns true submission." "Oh my!" Oleg exclaims. "You certainly know your female anatomy and physiology. I suppose that you are equally thorough with her anus?" "Of course," Dorri narrates. "For sure you know about butt plugs for girls? Well, this is a given inducer for improving an attitude and making the rebel docile. I won't bore you with the details. Suffice it to say that a seven centimeter diameter butt plug is good for starters---if there is no bleeding." "When they have finished their sentences, for your the girls would make excellent companions and slaves for harsh, demanding Mistresses," Oleg comments. "True," Dorri remarks. "They are able to please the most severe Master or Mistress. Was this not the same in the Internet Cybersex Prison?" "Not really," Oleg responds. "The Internet Cybersex Prison was into making money on the web by using the girls. They might be played as avatars or in Real Life. Some were an amalgam of the two. Kinda like a 'behind the scenes' at the girls in preparation of saddling up for the 3D chat and snapshots of them off line." "That sounds like a money maker," says Dorri as she gets excited at the prospect of some monetary income for the prison. You might have an idea how to put this into motion, Sir Oleg?" "Well, yes and now," Oleg replies. "I am not a computer, Internet geek. But, I do know how to schedule events and ensure that the girls please and tease without revealing our operation. Discretion is combined with lechery to obtain the perfect pecuniary input." "So, do you see profit in the body cavity search or the pelvic exam?" Dorri asks. "It depends. What you really need is a state-of-the-art monitoring system," Oleg suggests. "The writhing and squirming must be charted, plotted, and displayed with suitable acoustics and background. The throb of the heartbeat intertwined with the squish and squirt of vaginal juices and male sperm. The sucking sounds and the 'pop' as member or probe is rudely jerked from an undulating orifice. Some bio-medical screens and monitor readout: blood pressure, heart rate, Galvanic skin response, breathing rate and volume, all the usual vital signs plus erotic indicators and arousal indices." "Yes, yes, yes," Dorri agrees. "Well, with the girls keeping their head hair," Oleg observes, "wiring up the electrodes and magnetic flux transducers might be 'iffy.' Do you see any problem with having some bald girls?" "As a matter-of-fact, yes," Dorri replied. "Naked takes its toll; however, start shearing away their hair and you foment a possible revolt." "Hmm," Oleg muses, "maybe we can find another way?" 27 January 2012 Taunus Trumbo Prison of Darkness Ch. 05 Disclaimer: This story is fiction; no resemblance to actual persons is intended or should be inferred. Lady Patti summons Oleg Matta to her office. "I have a proposition for you, Oleg," she states. "We are about to release a girl who is stateless. She came from China. In such cases, we generally sell them. But she is petite, shy, and very submissive. Since you are helping us so much with our Internet efforts, I thought it would be proper to have a slave girl." "Thank you, Lady Patti," Oleg replies. "This girl was difficult to train," Patti relates. "She struggled against the body cavity search. She had great trouble using the toilet while being observed; she was not used to the lack of privacy. We finally managed to bring her around. I'm sure that showing her off in public will be exciting, titillating, and enjoyable. She is embarrassed and humiliated at being displayed in public." "My pleasure," Oleg responded. "For sure there will be opportunities to address each of her issues. Nothing pleases me more than to have a beautiful naked woman on a leash. It's even better when her pussy is wet and her asshole is sore." "Fine," Patti. She picked up her cell phone and called one of the guards, Lady Tiffi, to bring in the girl. A few minutes later an iron door opens and Tiffi comes in with a petite, almond eyed, petite oriental beauty in tow. "Her name is Sammy," Tiffi relates. "She was difficult to train. We used a carrot-and-stick approach to get her to behave. It was especially difficult to make her arouse herself and climax in front of us. But we persevered and at last succeeded." Tiffi turns to Sammy and commands her to masturbate and climax. "Please no, Mistress," Sammy begs. "Not in front of a man! I have always performed for mistresses and other female prisoners. This is so humiliating and embarrassing." Tiffi slaps Sammy's breasts hard several times then she speaks: "You dare to disobey me! Here in front of Oleg, Sir Oleg do you?" "N...no, Mistress," Sammy answers. Her hands are cuffed in her front. She is able to cover or protect her small, firm mammary; but wisely elects not to. Already her teats are red and puffy. Sammy begins by spreading her pussy lips and rubbing her clit with a soft circular motion. She eases two fingers of her other hand down inside her vagina. It is clear that her pussy is sore, perhaps from dilation and rough use. She is having difficulty in arousing herself; Patti and Tiffi are becoming impatient. "No problem," Oleg interjects, "I'm sure that with time and leverage I can coax this girl to perform for mixed audiences. Certainly she is unduly excited at the moment." "I would enjoy whipping her, Sir Oleg," Tiffi admits. "I thought that our training was sufficient. But I'm sure that you are anxious to spend quality time with her." Having said that, Tiffi hands Oleg the leash. The couple stop to clothe Sammy in some mufti and leave for Oleg's apartment. The apartment is small but manages to have a floor ring in the center of the room as well as a ceiling ring. Oleg takes his time stripping the girl and chaining her hands high above her head. He uses a spreader bar to secure her ankles. Then he goes through his duffel bag and comes back with a small black box. It is a professional tattoo kit. "Please Master," Sammy begs, "do not hurt me." "This won't hurt much or for very long," Oleg remarks. He then wastes no time in tattooing the words "Oleg's Fuck Toy" in the small of Sammy's back. This is her "tramp stamp" which she will not easily be able to conceal. On the beach, in a bikini, it will be prominent! Sammy is mortified with the tattoo. Oleg then walks around facing Sammy. He reaches down and grabs her pussy. "Now it's time to cum, Sammy," Oleg says. He then begins the slow, careful job of arousing the naked girl. It takes nearly an hour. He kisses and licks her breasts, runs the rough blade of his tongue over her wet armpits, and softly rubs her swollen clitoris with a circular motion. At last she cums. She is embarrassed and humiliated as her honey nectar, her very oils of submission streak down her creamy inner thighs. Her pussy, hypogastric triangle, and underpinnings are wet with vaginal fluid. She has climaxed with an earth-shattering orgasm. Oleg flops down on his cot. "May I be let down, Sir Oleg?" Sammy asks. "I came for you." Oleg looks over and answers: "You didn't cum in the intake room during release. Spend the night standing girl. Next time you will obey." "Yes, Master," Sammy whimpers. Oleg arises early the next morning. The girl Sammy notices him and begs: "May a girl pee, Sir Oleg?" "Yes, Sammy," he replies, "just as soon as you cum." Having said that, he inserts a huge butt plug into her anus and a vibrator into her cunt. She is quickly aroused and climaxes. Oleg releases the chain and allows the girl limited movement around the apartment. She is able to reach the toilet. "Thank you, Sir," Sammy says as she relieves herself. "You find food in the refrigerator and cupboard girl," Oleg says. "Don't even think about going outside the apartment." She rests on his cot after he leaves. A few hours later, in mid-morning, two men arrive. They bring a large, red BDSM bed and remove the cot. Sammy tries to cover her breasts and pussy, but the workers have no interest in her. She climbs into the bed and under the warm covers. Oleg returns home at lunch time. He binds Sammy spread eagle on the bed, wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts, and fucks her vigorously. She cums repeatedly. Oleg is both surprised and pleased that Sammy is multi-orgasmic. The red BDSM bed is a virtual marvel of engineering. It allows a variety of bondage positions, from the traditional "spread eagle" to a "doggie" pose. For sure this will enable Oleg and Sammy many hours of enjoyment. Before returning to work, Oleg locks a collar on Sammy's neck. "This is a collar from the Internet Cybersex Prison," he explains. "It not only allows tracking, but monitors a girl's vital signs. There is no way that a girl can fake an orgasm with this device operational." 30 January 2012 Taunus Trumbo Prison of Darkness Ch. 06 Disclaimer: This story is fiction; no resemblance to actual persons is intended or should be inferred. * The next evening, Oleg arrives at his apartment with a welder. They waste little time in charging his battery and laying out the material. Sammy's steel locking collar is to be welded in place. In particular, the tiny locking keyhole is to be welded shut. This will make the collar impossible for Sammy to remove. The welder insulates Sammy's neck and in one brief spark the welding is complete. Oleg thanks the welder and pays him. As the welder departs Oleg tells Sammy that she is to be displayed at a party later in the evening. She blushes. Oleg looks in his duffel bag and finds an electric hair clipper. Sammy stares with wide eyes. "Sir Oleg," she asks, "are you trimming my hair armpits?" "No Sammy," he retorts, "they stay. I am going to shave your head." "Please no, Master," she begs. "A girl's hair means everything to her. Please don't cut my hair." Her begging and pleading does not defer him from his intended action. He cuts Sammy's hair, leaving a rough stubble. She is crimson with embarrassment. "A girl will be taken to a party tonight," Oleg relates. "She will wear her collar, a black sleeveless evening gown, and black high heel shoes. I want my girl's hirsute underarms to be prominent as well as her firm, rigid breasts, erect nipples, and wet pussy." "W...wet pussy?" Sammy asks. "Yes, a girl will masturbate and cum repeatedly before the party and will arrive wet and unwashed. Her scent of arousal and pheromones of her climax will be obvious to all present." Oleg smiles as he relates Sammy's condition. There is a knock at the door. A delivery boy brings a cardboard box with the black, sleeveless evening gown and a shoebox. The gown is shear and full length. It will reach Sammy's ankles. There is to be no underwear or bra. Sammy must knead, rub, and massage her breasts until they are firm with a hard center, puckered areolas, and erect nipples. The black evening gown has a side slit on the left side from Sammy's waist downward. When seated it will reveal her lissome, lithesome, lanky legs. This is all designed to humiliate the petite girl; moreover, Oleg will instruct her to stand at "parade rest," parting the slit with spread legs and hands behind her back to elevate and accentuate her taut teats. This black gown is a miracle of nanotechnology. It is sewn from one uncut thread. The origin and terminus of the thread are found at a tiny plug at the nape of the neck. This connects to the steel collar. The whole ensemble is a grid. The several hundred or so threads per inch actually constitute a huge matrix. With countless feedback loops, the threads can bunch or stretch to allow tight conventional coverage as well as directional transparency or occlusion. That is to say, one pair of eyes out of an collection of many, might catch a fleeting glance or glimpse of the wearer's breasts or pussy, only to fail to permit intense scrutiny. This is the penultimate in teasing clothing. The long black thread is a marvel of engineering. Maybe even the greatest innovation since the transistor. Like a strip of magnetic tape, it can store and recall data. But not simply by magnetizing ferrous filings or iron embedded in plastic. The thread can store, recall, and even vary the data by spatial as well as electromagnetic means. It can retract or expand, stretch or contract based on electromagnetic pulses but also from neighboring portions and the crossing thread. So, what we have is a "shape and form shifter" in any little patch of fabric. But it is all one continuous thread. Sammy puts on the black gown and feels it form to her physique. Then it also shapes and lifts her breasts, folds into itself to firm her buttocks, and caress and arouse her already wet clit. It brings her honey nectar to the surface and presents a glistening spot outside of her pussy. The shoes do not allow proximity without pain. They motivate Sammy to always keep her legs parted. She must never cross her legs or stand with feet together. At the party there are several girls on leashes; however, Sammy was the sole slave girl with a collar. As she was led through the crowd, various men would catch a fleeting glimpse or a trace scent. Her bald head made her the subject of conversation among the girls. She was pleased that the gown hid the tattoo in the small of her back: "Oleg's Fuck Toy." Lady Patti, a Prison Mistress, and Lady Tiffi, a Prison Guard, approach Oleg and Sammy. After they exchange greetings, Patty approaches Sammy. She reaches and grabs Sammy's areolas between thumbs and forefingers. Squeezing as hard as she humanly can, Sammy's eyes are tearful. Sammy struggles not to cry out. Then the gown fabric firms and Patti is unable to pinch Sammy's breasts or twist them. It is as if the fabric itself has a Basic Instinct to protect. "What is it with this shear fabric?" Patti asks. "It only allows free access to the owner," Oleg replies matter-of-factually. "Oh," Lady Tiffi interjects. "What an interesting concept." "There is much more," Oleg reports. "Notice how the gown seems to have a crease? Well some fabric can form a dildo or butt plug to arouse or stimulate the girl. Nothing pleases me more than to have my girl climax in public." Oleg smiles. Patti and Tiffi are dumbfounded. "I suppose this gown is not cheap, either," Patti asks. "Don't even ask!" Oleg answers, "don't even ask. 1 February 2012 Taunus Trumbo Prison of Darkness Ch. 07 Disclaimer: This story is fiction; no resemblance to actual persons is intended or should be inferred. Cast of Characters: Oleg Matta---A guard from the Internet Cybersex Prison Patti---A senior Mistress and owner of the Prison of Darkness Tiffi---A guard at the Prison of Darkness Dorri--A Medic and Mistress at the Prison of Darkness Sammy---A prisoner at the Prison of Darkness now slave of Oleg Amanda White---A red haired girl, a new inmate, #A10.2 D9.2---A willowy blonde, pole dancer, had IUD * Mistress Patti, one of the owners of the Prison of Darkness, has arranged a seminar. The new guard, Oleg Matta, will give a brief on how the prison might enter into the lucrative cybersex trade. He has hands-on experience from the Internet Cybersex Prison. In addition to Oleg and Lady Patti, Tiffi, Dorri, and an assortment of staff are present. Tiffi has A10.2 and Dorri has D9.2 each on a leash. Oleg begins with an overview: "Those billionaires and multimillionaires may afford totally self-contained androids or gynoids. Androids are male robots and gynoids are females, also known as fembots. These have all but spanned the uncanny valley. This is the penultimate in personal servitude and sexual slavery. In fact, it may someday come to pass that such advanced, sentient creatures will have a cause for liberation and emancipation. This is still theoretical and for those with such deep pockets the whole issue is moot. The concern is for those in the middle class. The lower class, the poor and destitute, will always have human beings to exploit and control." Oleg then discusses the state of cybersex: "There are gynoids being pimped as prostitutes. They are expensive and, unfortunately, illegal in many communities. Their return on investment is low. For sure there will come a time in the future when one would 'rent' an android or gynoid for fun and pleasure. Few are self-contained sentient beings, however. The majority require an 'umbilical cord' to connect to a power supply and server computer." Oleg continues: "The major portion of the Internet cybersex Clientele is made up of single or divorced males, twenty to forty years old, with some discretionary income. While not impoverished, they certainly cannot afford the state-of-the-art toy for either purchase or rent. Hence they enjoy 'owning' an avatar as a proxy. They also enjoy a 'behind-the-scenes' view of the enslaved girls working the female avatars." Oleg gives more demographics: "Girls in prison offer the best selection. When I was working in the Internet Cybersex Prison, we only admitted girls age eighteen to twenty-four. At twenty-five they were transferred away. Youth is at a premium in cybersex. Even more valuable is the callow tyro. The young girl from a life of privilege and opulence affords the blue-Collar or laborer the unique opportunity to undress, discipline, and molest an embarrassed and frightened debutant." Delving into particulars, Oleg explains: "It's like an old joke. The working man or woman distrusts the plutocrats and the 'Nouveau riche.' Jilted for being plebeian or from 'the wrong side of the tracks,' the struggling laborer enjoys finding small satisfaction at the imprisoned and vulnerable hoi polloi. To sate the frustration and smoldering resentment of the client, the young female prisoner should be kept naked and displayed. She should not be permitted to cover her breasts or privates. The client will be coaxed into wanting more and more when viewing the shapely young woman, albeit a mere avatar. For a 'behind the scenes' view, an additional fee is required." "This also goes to show that all men are lecherous old fools," Lady Dorri interjects. "The anecdotal stereotype aside, Lady Dorri," retorts Oleg, "we are talking sales and profits. What sells is sex. If you want someone to buy your product, you must be prepared to package, advertise, and promote it. The market is there! But be careful! The male and female psyches are different. While the male is more into satisfaction and control, the female client is more into crime and punishment, a game with clear rules. It's not just 'pushing the limits' but variety. A truly successful cybersex site must appeal to the intellect as well as the libido." Oleg delineates a plan: "In the Internet Cybersex Prison, we created a 'dashboard' surrounding the 3D action screen. The Real Life vital signs, characteristics, and selected close-ups were displayed or animated as necessary. One panel of the dashboard might be the girl's vital signs, her blood pressure, pulse rate, oxygenation level, Galvanic skin response, and so on. Another panel might be close-up views of the inside of the girl's vagina and rectum. Displayed, lighted icons alert the client to changes or significant events of the prisoners." Oleg points out the profitability: "The central issue is to provide the client, the paying customer, with what is desired. The customer should be encouraged to upgrade and improve his avatar, which is not cheap. The customer should be enticed to peek 'behind the scenes' at the girl human being behind the avatar. The insertion of tubes and devices, the attachment of sensors and transducers, and the Virtual Reality helmet with the mouse view screen. And, most importantly, the significant changes shown in the dashboard when a girl is aroused and during her climax." "But there is so much given for free and so much competition," Tiffi exclaims. "True," Oleg responds. "The quality stuff rises to the top. Picture a Lesbian girl hiding her sexuality. She role plays in solitude with 1,200 ml enemas and a 7 cm butt plug. After inserting the water with vinegar solution she sits on a low stool to hold the fluid in place with the butt plug for three minutes. Repeating this process three or four times, she is able to expel only clear liquid. Now image her in prison subject to burly male guards, insensitive to her solitary ablutions and her sexual orientation. The humiliation and embarrassment is maximal. And this can be quantified! Pressure sensors on her urethral, vaginal, and anal sphincters record the tenseness, the tension, at her orifices and post flashing signals to alert the user of the increase in pressure and temperature. There are accompanying sounds indicating the clenching of the muscles in her asshole and pussy." Oleg continues: "Look for the unique, bizarre, unusual, and events driven by twisted minds. Investigate the wild fantasies, the crass carnal craving, the deep, dark, depraved desire, the atavistic animal attractions. Mix in an environment with quality art, light, and architecture. Leave no detail to chance. That is the secret to world class pornography." "So much that you speak of is medical, scientific, or technical," Dorri comments. "You speak of monitoring vital signs and the like. But the Virtual Reality Helmet (VR Helmet) is another matter." "The VR helmet is a marvel of engineering," Oleg remarks. "It cannot induce a dream or a particular image; however, it can influence a mood, immobilize a subject, cause severe headaches, induce multi-orgasms, blindness, speech apnea, confusion, and a myriad of other sensations, emotions, and reactions. The VR helmet emits strong magnetic fields, directional and pulsating. Only one with a working knowledge of Physics by Jackson could appreciate the mathematical rigor." "The Transfer function, or Impulse Response function," Oleg indicates, "can actually produce nouns and certain verbs, but complicated, convolved, convoluted sentences are not yet possible. Still basic commands such as 'Nadu,' 'Tower,' 'Cutie,' 'heel,' and so forth are possible---these also comprise a basic slave pose system." Oleg concluded his seminar with a promise of a plan of actions and milestones for the next seminar. He plans to propose the necessary hardware and software to make the Prison of Darkness a world class porno and BDSM site. Already the Internet Cybersex Prison is a hugely profitable undertaking. Back at home, Oleg enjoys quality time with his slave girl Sammy. For fun, he finds a VR helmet in his duffel bag and has Sammy wear it. She is treated to a "mouse view" of a fantastic medieval scenario, a small tower room in a castle. While she is enjoying the fantasy of the BDSM bed, Oleg is kissing and licking her comely clitoris. The rough blade of his tongue arouses and excites her clit. As she wiggles and squirms in her fantasy world of dragons and knights in shining armor, Oleg's wicked, evil tongue invades her Holy of Holies. She cums with a world-shattering orgasm. Her honey nectar drips from her engorged and tumescent vulva and puddles about her carved ivory derriere. She had no idea that a girl could get so wet! Oleg has some hard limits. He absolutely will not fornicate or rape any inmate. But his slave girl Sammy is a different story. Still, he is cautious. There are so many instances of entrapment! It could be true that Sammy is a set up to frame him; however, his Basic Instinct says it's not so. The body cavity search allows Oleg free access to every female prisoner's anus and vagina. No contraband is allowed, even if it means using a speculum or colonoscopy. The rectal and vaginal exams embarrass and humiliate many girls; however, some come to tolerate or even enjoy the experience. One standard scenario might go as follows: Oleg puts on his Latex gloves and lubricates them with K.Y. Jelly. Then he spreads the female prisoner's glorious hemispheres and exposes her comely rosette. With right middle finger atop index finger he presses to her anus. Her sphincters tighten. He waits for her to relax and permit the deep penetration of her rectum. With constant pressure he glides his grouped fingers into her rectum. He aligns his fingers side-by-side stretching and dilating her anus. Once inside, he curls his fingers, twists, and pulls against her anal sphincters. Convinced that she is concealing nothing, he pulls his fingers out with a wet "pop." The VR helmet is a sensory device as well as a device to measure the girls physical variables. It is "self-educating" as well being able to "learn" both from experience as well as observation. The wearer experiences several possible 3D "worlds," such as: The Medieval Castle, The Dungeon, The Space Station, The Alien Abduction, The Bane Plane, to mention a few. 14 Feb 2012 Taunus Trumbo Prison of Darkness Ch. 08 Disclaimer: This story is fiction; no resemblance to actual persons is intended or should be inferred. Cast of Characters: Oleg Matta---A guard from the Internet Cybersex Prison Patti---A senior Mistress and owner of the Prison of Darkness Tiffi---A guard at the Prison of Darkness Dorri--A Medic and Mistress at the Prison of Darkness Sammy---A prisoner at the Prison of Darkness now slave of Oleg Amanda White---A red haired girl, a new inmate, #A10.2 D9.2---A willowy blonde, pole dancer, had IUD Gelli---A Strict Mistress in the Prison of Darkness A5.2---A brunette with gold rings deep in her vagina (Zenni) * There are rumors that A5.2 is concealing something, but the cursory body cavity searches have revealed nothing. Oleg was consulted and he arranged to examine the girl known as A5.2 (Zenni) on the gynecological chair. He used a deep speculum, some 14 inches long, to pry into the deepest folds of Zenni's vagina. Pushed into the end of her cavernous cunt canal were three gold rings. Oleg extracted them with long forceps. They were 22 karat gold. After "bagging and tagging" the contraband, Oleg and the girl went to the central office to do the paperwork. A5.2 was given over to a mistress expert in her punishment. The Mistress taking over Zenni was Gelli, extremely sadistic and cruel. "Come with us, guard," Gelli barks at Oleg. She is clearly "pulling rank" as she is a Mistress and he is a mere prison guard. Once back at Zenni's cell, Gelli issues another order: "Rape this slut, guard." "I don't fornicate with the prisoners or staff, Lady Gelli," Oleg retorts. He senses a confrontation. "It is in my work contract," he explains. "You would defy me?" Gelli complains. "I am giving you a direct order." Zenni assumes a supine position, spreads her legs, and parts her shaved and wet pussy lips. "Sorry, Lady Gelli," Oleg responds. At that Gelli shouts: "Hey Rube!" Two burly neanderthal guards appear. They have knuckles that nearly drag on the floor, slack jaws, and simian ridges in their ape-like foreheads. "To the isolation (ISO) cell with this rude and disobedient guard," she orders. With brutal and absolute obedience the two guards drag Oleg to an isolation cell and lock him inside. At the afternoon work call formation Mistress Patti notices that Oleg is absent; in fact it is an unexcused absence (UA). Patti inquires as to the whereabouts of Oleg. No one seems to know. "Tiffi," Patti asks, "see where Oleg is. He is UA now, we don't want that to become 'AWOL,'now do we?" "No, Lady Patti," Tiffi replies. She sets about searching for Oleg. She finds where he signed in some evidence earlier and seeks out A5.2. "Do you know anything about the guard Oleg?" Tiffi asks Zenni. "Oh, Mistress," Zenni pleads, "Don't get me in trouble." "You are already in trouble," Tiffi remarks. "I will age Mistress Patti." "Oh, Mistress," Zenni begs, "not her. Mistress Gelli told Sir Oleg to rape me but he refused and she had him transported to the isolation cell." "Hmm," remarks Tiffi, "this is bad, very bad. There's no keeping Lady Patti out of this loop." Tiffi sends a text message to Lady Patti with the details. A meeting is called in the room of isolation cells. Ladies Patti, Gelli, guard Tiffi, and Oleg are there. "What is the problem?" Lady Patti asks. "This insubordinate worm disobeyed me, and in front of a prisoner as well," Gelli argued. "These are severe charges, Oleg," Lady Patti remarks. "My work contract says: 'Hard Limit: No Cyber,' Lady Patti," Oleg replies. "True," Lady Gelli points out, "but an order must be carried out first then it can be appealed." "That is true of a lawful order," Patti comments. "But we have broken a work contract. You should have read his profile, Lady Gelli. Now we have a conundrum: Do we keep Oleg and strike the codicil or release him from his contract?" "I will choose to go," Oleg demands. "What about the girl Sammy?" Tiffi asks. "Girl stays," Gelli demands, "she is prison property." "Indian giver," Oleg retorts, conscious of the ethnic, racial slur. "Let's give all of this a day or two to settle," Patti suggests. "Oleg, take the rest of the day off." "Agreed," Gelli states. "Thank you Lady Patti," Oleg says and departs to his apartment and his girl Sammy, whose pussy is probably wet and whose breasts are taut. As expected, Sammy has prepared herself for Oleg's pleasure. She has cuffed her hands above her head and held them in place by a spreader bar at her elbows. This presents her hirsute underarms for inspection and enjoyment. She shivers in anticipation of the rough blade of his tongue on her hairy armpits as she exudes female scents and pheromones. Her legs are cuffed and rotated outwards to doubly expose her hypogastric triangle, which is fragrant with her honey nectar. Tossing aside tunic, hat, and utility belt, Oleg quickly mounts the slave girl in the missionary position. Face-to-face they pump as pistons in a sports car. A "four count exercise done at moderate cadence" might characterize their copulation. Their intercourse increases incrementally until it reaches a crescendo---spurting and throbbing orgasms intermixed with a summit of pulsating climaxes. Her ass is soaking wet on the bed linens. Seminal fluid mixed with vaginal fluid ooze from Sammy's pussy lips. Her vulva tightens around his massive member while her pubococcygeal muscles undulate as ocean waves lapping a pristine beach shore. There is an ebb and flow as waves wax and wane in a play of periodic passion! "You are home earlier and hornier than usual, Master," Sammy whispers as Oleg removes her cuffs and bars. "There was a problem at work," Oleg relates, "we may have to travel. They even talked about returning you to the prison albeit that your time is up!" Sammy weeps in disappointment at the prospect of losing her master. Oleg continues: "They need to upgrade to a world-class cybersex facility. Yet they need to be mindful of those who erroneously consider BDSM and Cybersex a crime. The goody-two-shoes have no idea how devious, conniving, and cunning the female prisoners can be." "True," agrees Sammy. "Sharon Stone was correct when she said that a woman can fake an orgasm but a man can fake an entire relationship. A girl in prison knows how to play all the angles from 'tour de force' to 'tour de grace.'" "Well here we have a power play between elements of the prison staff," Oleg relates. "A little discretion and caution could have gone a long way. Experience is the best teacher but it is also the most cruel! I learned from the Internet Cybersex Prison not to fornicate or rape prisoners and to avoid sexual intercourse with other staff members. No temptation is too difficult to be avoided. Those who mix business with pleasure usually fail at both." "You have a private slave girl here," Sammy comments. "If you don't trust me, you can tie me up." "That steel collar and chain are sufficient," Oleg remarks. "Yes, Master," Sammy responds. "if I were to assemble a commando unit," Oleg narrates, "I would take a platoon of those remorseless sociopaths from the Internet Cybersex Prison. They are beautiful, vain, narcissistic, and extremely intelligence. Beauty and brains is a dangerous combination---more explosive that PETN or C4." "If you say so Sir," Sammy comments with a wry smile which morphs into a smirk. Several days pass and Lady Patti, senior mistress and part owner of the Prison of Darkness, convenes a court to consider the situation with guard Oleg and Mistress Gelli. Gelli, Oleg, Tiffi, and Dorri are in attendance. "Here we have several serious matters," Lady Patti delineates: "We have the situation of guard Oleg's insubordination, the violation of a work contract, and the serious need for the prison to enter the Cybersex market. These are difficult problems and no clear solution." "So," Patti dictates, "I have made the following decision: Sir Oleg is not to be punished; however, he is to yield up his girl Sammy to the general prison population. She will be held without expiration date---indeterminate. Thus she will be a prisoner kept at our discretion. She will have no limits and no safe word. Understood?" "Yes, Lady Patti," Oleg sadly answers. "Yes Patti," Gelli gleefully responds. As soon as her intake was done, Gelli summonsed Oleg to the prison's Saint Andrew's Cross. There Sammy was bound "spread eagle" facing outwards. Gelli had a riding crop. "This is how your day will begin, A3.1," Gelli states. "You will be given ten lashes across your breasts with this riding crop. You are not to scream or cry out or the count will be doubled. After each stroke you will thank me and beg for another. And after I'm done with your breasts, I will pussy spank you. Understood?" "Yes, Mistress," Sammy answers, she is now known as A3.1. "And you, guard Oleg," Gelli orders, "you will be here to watch and observe. For sure those breasts and that pussy were pleasing to you! Now you will watch her be used day after day, more and more bruised and degraded." Oleg is very sad. He did not anticipate this cruel and sadistic behavior on behalf of the Mistresses of the Prison of Darkness. Gelli begins by kissing, kneading, and massaging Sammy's breasts. After about five minutes of play, Gelli draws back the quirt and strikes across Sammy's left breast. Sammmy jumps and pulls against her restraints, but manages to staunch her animal instinct to scream in pain. "Thank you Mistress," Sammy begs, "more please." Gelli teases the girl: "Are you sure that you want more, girl?" "Oh, yes, Mistress," Sammy answers. At that Gelli strikes Sammy's right breast. Oleg is sickened by the demonstration. There are several other guards and mistresses watching the spectacle as well. After Gelli was finished with Sammy's breasts she spanked her pussy, again having Sammy beg for use and ask for more. True to her word, on the second day Sammy was again brought to the Saint Andrew's Cross. This time her breasts were swollen and bruised and her vulva engorged and tumescent with congested blood. Oleg was there as ordered to witness the spectacle. Gelli began again by massaging Sammy's mammary. This time she was clearly in agony. Yet she realized that this was the way of the Prison of Darkness. 20 February 2012 Taunus Trumbo Prison of Darkness Ch. 09 Disclaimer: This story is fiction; no resemblance to actual persons is intended or should be inferred. Cast of Characters: Oleg Matta---A guard from the Internet Cybersex Prison Patti---A senior Mistress and owner of the Prison of Darkness Tiffi---A guard at the Prison of Darkness Dorri--A Medic and Mistress at the Prison of Darkness Sammy---A prisoner at the Prison of Darkness now slave of Oleg Amanda White---A red haired girl, a new inmate, #A10.2 D9.2---A willowy blonde, pole dancer, had IUD Gelli---A Strict Mistress in the Prison of Darkness A5.2---A brunette with gold rings deep in her vagina (Zenni) * Oleg Matta is concerned about his former slave girl Sammy. Sammy is now known as A3.1 and is subject to the use and abuse of the sadistic mistress Gelli. Gelli has promised to whip Sammy's breasts and pussy every morning. Oleg feels that if he can get the Prison of Darkness into the lucrative cybersex environment that he will obtain the necessary leverage to regain the prisoner A3.1 for himself again. Unlike the Internet Cybersex Prison, the Prison of Darkness relies on natural lighting during the day time and gas lights at night. There is electricity, but it is ancient wiring, some of which even has cloth insulation, not seen in buildings since World War II. Some of the devices in the Prison of Darkness are modern, however. The cell doors are remotely controlled as are the barred sectional dividers. There are alcoves in the Prison of Darkness that host modern appliances, such as the communal bath and first aid station. The cell doors are made of iron bars, rusty iron bars. The sectional dividers are made of rusty sheet iron inside of iron bars. Oleg was used to the nickle steel doors of the Internet Cybersex Prison. The rusty iron does add a medieval atmosphere, as do the gas lights imitating torches. The masonry walls and floors are in stark contrast to the reinforced concrete of his former prison. There are a few surveillance cameras; what is needed are cameras in each cell observing and recording each girl in her cell. The fact that there is no plumbing, toilet, bed, or conveniences in each cell means that the guards must secure each girl, unlock her cell, and escort her to the communal bath and toilet area. A "toilet cam" should be a priority, Oleg notes. Now he must balance what can be brought on line as a marketable item vice the cost of the cameras, computers, controls, and electricity. Whipping and tormenting a girl fails to sate the appetite of the BDSM connoisseur. Software is needed for avatar construction and suitably animated props. As Oleg continues his duty rounds of doing body cavity searches on the inmates, his mind races through thoughts on top-selling items from his previous prison. He thinks of risk management and return on investment. The first item that returns a good profit is a simple toilet, with suitable animations. Although many girls' profiles exclude "scat," with a suitable repertoire of vital signs, sensory read-outs, and medical recorders, the client will be able to identify and emphasize with the stressed girl---and sense her embarrassment, humiliation, and mortification at the lack of privacy. At cell A3, Oleg does the usual body cavity search on Sammy. Her breasts are severely bruised as are her vulva. He notices that her tiny, taut, tight rosette has been stretched. "What has been done to your anus, Sammy?" Oleg asks, disregarding the rule that prisoners are to be addressed only by cell number and rack position. "One of the Mistresses raped me front and back with a strap-on, Sir Oleg," Sammy answers. "Who was it?" Oleg inquires. "Mistress Gelli," Sammy replies. Oleg finishes up with Sammy, applying some soothing medicinal salve, and moves on to examine the next girl's pussy and asshole for contraband. He is parallel processing---thinking about a dashboard layout for the cybersex client. For sure a camera should give a full body shot. The throbbing heart, blood pressure metrics, and breathing dynamics should be displayed on menu bars along with other indicators. A camera should also focus on the face in a smaller "screen within a screen" to allow the viewer to change view screens to capture the fleeting "orgasm face." The avatar's basic movements can be captured by a BioVision Hierarchy file (BVH file). BVH files might include different styles of walking, such as: Power Walk, Sexy Walk, Quick Walk, Limp Walk, Normal Walk, Slow walk, etc. These can be combined from linear combinations, just like algebra: a new walk "Z" is built up from walks X and Y by some number a, 0 A human likeness can be captured and used to generate expressions which can be blended and morphed onto an avatar. This creates a three-dimensional object (3D object), suitable for viewing. Other animations may be applied to an avatar and different animations concatenated together to create a true 3D movie---a movie that can be viewed from different cameras again and again. The miracle of animation is that a 3D movie may be created from a number set without having to store pixel by pixel. The action is created from simple text files accessing stored animations. Oleg knows that his scheme is a money-maker in cybersex; however, the up front cost is considerable. There is no commercial-off-the-shelf (COTS) software available! This means that Oleg will have to program it himself. With all his guard duties, this will pose a burden. Oleg realizes that only by getting the Prison of Darkness into the lucrative cybersex business will he have leverage to retrieve Sammy from the evil, crass, cruel, carnal clutches of Mistress Gelli. At Cell D9, Oleg encounters the prisoner D9.2. She is a willowy blonde whom he has encountered earlier. She is terribly shy and embarrassed and humiliated to display her rosebud to a man for inspection and examination. Her ass cheeks clench. Oleg tries to be patient but there are many duties and this girl is a hindrance. "Relax, girl," Oleg commands. "This will be over in a flash. I will start with your pussy, that should comfort you." Oleg quickly inserts two fingers into her tight cunt. He doesn't probe deeply, but presses her pubococcygeal muscles to force undulation and motility in her vagina---a time-saving technique albeit uncomfortable to the girl being examined. D9.2 is still unable to release the involuntary stricture of the muscles of her buttocks. Here is a bottleneck. "Lie on you belly, girl," Oleg orders. As soon as she is in the prone position, Oleg damps a rag with ether and holds it to D9.2's nose until she is unconscious. He then spreads her glorious hemispheres and enjoys the view of her Glory of Glories. He works three fingers in, dilating her a maximum. It is a dirty business, but one which must be done. He leaves her hog tied and chained to a wall ring, exposed, vulnerable, and unprotected. Finished with his duties, Oleg returns to his apartment. He turns on the computer to work on designing the client interface to the cybersex viewer. There are the standard play scenarios: prisons, dungeons, forests, urban decay, cops and robbers, drug use and abuse, Elves and Fairies, and science fiction. As he wires himself into the game creation, he gets a call on his cell phone. It is Lady Gelli; she wants him back at the prison to do an intake. A uniformed matron and two burly male guards are escorting a girl. She is wearing black-and-white striped prison clothing. She has a heavy leather belt to which her hands are cuffed. There is a short chain between her ankles. About her neck is a collar, which is welded in place. The matron hands Oleg a letter. He opens it and reads it---it's from one of the Mistresses at the Internet Cybersex Prison: "Dear Oleg, Here is the girl Leena, whom you are familiar with from Izpris [sic]. ('Izpris' is slang for the Internet Cybersex Prison.) I'm sure that you will enjoy her new 'attachment.' We have placed a stainless steel ball in her uterus with a rod protruding from the ball through her cervix. When you do your body cavity searches (that's what guards like you generally do), you will find that you can induce maximal discomfiture. A little tweaking and you can torture Leena and show no signs of bruising or injury---it is all 'internal.' If you ever want to double her over in pain, wait for her to have her menstrual period and run her over a distance. This attachment took a great deal of thought and preparation. She will set off metal detectors even when stripped totally naked. Enjoy Leena; we are sure that she will be a welcome addition to the Prison of Darkness. Your friend, Chris." The intake is routine, with the exception of the body cavity search. Oleg's bony fingers touched the stainless steel rod protruding from her cervix. Pressing and pushing the rod clearly was inducing pain. There would be many days to experiment with the "attachment," strong magnetic fields notwithstanding. With a mandatory body cavity search and an exercise period. Oleg was satisfied that no avenue would be left unexplored. "Welcome to the Prison of Darkness, Leena," Oleg remarks. "I thought that I would never again see your muscular, limber, lithesome, lissome torso and lean, lanky legs. I presume that Lady Chris enjoyed your 'attachment' a maximum." "Yes, Sir Oleg, She prided herself in making me suffer, holding my screams and begging to be abused," Leena relates. "I suppose that there's no keeping my 'attachment' secret?" "I can see it as something between the two of us, girl," Oleg comments. "Something to make you my confidential informant (CI) among the girls." 23 Feb 2012 Taunus Trumbo Prison of Darkness Ch. 10 Disclaimer: This story is fiction; no resemblance to actual persons is intended or should be inferred. Cast of Characters: Oleg Matta---A guard from the Internet Cybersex Prison Patti---A senior Mistress and owner of the Prison of Darkness Tiffi---A guard at the Prison of Darkness Dorri--A Medic and Mistress at the Prison of Darkness Sammy---A prisoner at the Prison of Darkness #A3.1 Amanda White---A red haired girl, a new inmate, #A10.2 D9.2---A willowy blonde, pole dancer, had IUD Gelli---A Strict Mistress in the Prison of Darkness A5.2---A brunette with gold rings deep in her vagina (Zenni) Leena---A transfer from Izpris. #A3.2 * Oleg Matta is tasked with doing prison inputs. As such, he is able to assign cells to the incoming prisoners. He assigned Leena to cell A3, already occupied by his former slave girl Sammy, now known at A3.1. So Leena is now known as A3.2. Leena observes Sammy's bruised and swollen breasts and privates and wonders what she did to warrant such abuse. It becomes clear to the two of them that they have Oleg in common. "I need a girl for the game grid, Leena," Oleg says. "We need some novelties to spark interest. 'Gaping' is always a money shot. You are familiar with the gaping anus pose, Leena?" "Yes, Sir Oleg," Leena replies. "But I have not been stretched in some time." "We will remedy that starting tomorrow," Oleg promises. "I was given a Virtual Reality (VR) helmet when I left the Internet Cybersex Prison (Izpris). And, with an already shaved head and experience, expertise even, on the game grid, we should be able to put on a demonstration for the prison authorities here. I will program the Computer Gate Interface (CGI) and set up a server link. I'd better go, tons of things to do before tomorrow starts." "Good luck, Master," Leena says. "Bye Sir Oleg," Sammy says. Sammy whispers to Leena: "You know Oleg?" "Yes," Leena replies. "He was a guard and computer programmer at Izpris." "But how come you got sent here?" Sammy asks. "I turned 25," Leena answers. "Izpris is only for girls eighteen to 24." "Oh!" Sammy interjects. "What happens to those 25?" "They are shipped to other prisons, I guess," Leena responds. "Oleg did a good job with paying clients. I guess that I'm some sort of 'bonus.'" Leena continues: "If he can get this small private prison into the Cybersex business for sure we all will profit. How did your breasts and pussy get so bruised, Sammy?" "There is a Mistress who wants to whip me every morning," Sammy whimpers. "That happened to me in the Izpris also," Leena relates. "Mistress Chris would look for any reason to have me brutally whipped." "We had better get some sleep," Sammy suggests. "Soon it will be dawn." When Mistress Gelli arrives at Sammy's cell with two uniform male guards, Mistress Patti, Tiffi, and guard Oleg are there already. Patti explains: "Sir Oleg has a girl from the Internet Cybersex Prison---Leena---who, with the help of A3.1---will demo our new web site: 'The Girls of the Prison of Darkness.' They will also be called 'The Girls of Darkness.' How does this sound, Gelli?" "I would rather whip Sammy," Gelli relates. "OK, fine," Patti remarks caustically. "We will trim the payroll to match our income. Your salary will be reduced immediately. Either we get some revenue or we close down. Suit yourself." One of the uniformed guards whispers something to Mistress Gelli. "Sammy will not be punished further, unless she disobeys," Gelli retorts. "We haven't had a raise in years. I'm 100% behind bringing in more revenue." "Good to hear, Gelli," Patti responds. "Now let Oleg demo our first session." The group, Patti, Gelli, Oleg, Sammy, and Leena head to an alcove. Oleg has converted the small alcove into a set for recording and transmission. Secondary screens display several 3D avatars. Oleg locks a "saddle" on Leena. It covers from her clit to her anus and has two USB wires. Inside the saddle is a dildo vibrator and a butt plug vibrator. He then straps Leena to a chair and places a Virtual Reality (VR) helmet on her head. The monitors boot up. Then Oleg orders Sammy to the keyboard to operate the Mistress avatar. "Sir Oleg," Sammy protests, "A girl does not know how to work these controls!" "That's OK, girl," Oleg explains. "Neither would a new client! I have written help instructions both in text and short voice clips. Once the client has paid, he is entitled to all the help he needs. Leena can even 'whisper' via Immediate Messages (IM) to aid the client, him or her, in their quest." "ah," exclaims Sammy. "The Mistress works for either a male wanting to watch---the voyeur---or the female, jealous and horny. Double that for the cuckold male. Of course there are male avatars. But the buff female hoyden with a strap-on maximizes profit with simplified motion. Many Cybersex studios fail because they try and present too many variants: Fembots, Shemales, Gynoids, Banes, Cyborgs, etc. They try and program each up. This spreads them too thin. The end up with a huge avatar library that is poorly programmed and that they can't support. They end up getting swallowed up and lost in the Uncanny Valley." "Pardon my ignorance," Patti inquires, "What is the Uncanny Valley, anyway?" Gelli does not know what a Fembot or Bane is but she is too embarrassed to ask. "It goes like this, Lady Patti," Oleg explains, "avatars become more and more human until they asymptotically approach being sentient beings. And they are associated more and more closely with human beings, becoming masturbatory toys even. Then, all of a sudden it's not the similarities that catch the imagination, it is the differences, albeit tiny. Hence the term 'Uncanny Valley.'" "Now, let's go on line," Oleg suggests strongly. The site's home page is displayed. Against a background of ancient texts is a window with a blonde-haired, blue-eyed female greeter. Like a Siren, the voice and text lure the horny into the web of desire and lust: "Welcome to the Girls of the Prison of Darkness," the greeter narrates. "We are also called the 'Girls of Darkness' or 'godz' who turn your fantasies into our reality. You can experience cybersex in 3D or, for a fee, go behind the scenes and witness a girl being prepped and wired for the game grid." "This site promises you a choice of avatars: Caucasian, Asian, or Negro; petite, average, or full-figured; blonde, brunette, or red-head; blue, green, or brown eyes. The rendering is high resolution, allowing extreme close-ups." A sampler of screen shots parade past the screen as the narrator continues. "Interesting," Patti remarks, "very interesting, indeed!" As she speaks, the first paying client opens the site in his browser. He quickly reads the Terms of Service (TOS) and proceeds to the pay screen. "How does 'pay' work?" Gelli asks. "We have an account with a third party," Oleg answers. "We are only interested in the income, not the nuts and bolts of currency and credit." Gelli nods. On the game grid the new client chooses a "world" to play in. It is the prison scenario. He chooses a petite brunette avatar with a huge strap-on to penetrate Leena's avatar. He assigns Leena a blonde avie with brown eyes and an average physique. "I would have thought more variety would be needed?" Tiffi conjectures. "For a site like Izpris, with over a hundred girls and deep pockets, that would be the case," Oleg answers. "But here we can trade quality for quantity. With a large avatar collection, updating is a major headache. Remember, you only have one programmer here, and that is me!" All chuckle. One monitor records a bank deposit for the Prison of Darkness. This pleases the mistresses and prisoners alike. Oleg is tired, he has been working day and night to merge the software from Izpris with the public domain software to manage the Internet sight. No one seems to be noticing Leena, who is in the throws of a multiple orgasm, the dildo vibrator in her pussy turned up by the client. Inside the VR helmet she is tied and hammered viciously. Her detailed facial features depict an intense orgasm face. Sammy is amazed at the camera positions and meters on the display screen. She recalls Oleg's statement that this is only a minimum configuration: VR helmet and "crotch saddle." The URL only has one VR helmet; for sure the girls will have to be trained and take turns on the game grid. "May I ask a question, Sir Oleg?" Sammy asks. "Ask," answers Oleg. "You once said that this was the minimum Cybersex configuration?" Sammy asks. "Yes, it is," Oleg replies. The VR helmet can induce many sensations, moods, and the like. It can even go a long way in inducing a female climax. Certainly it enhances and emphasizes the mechanical dildo and butt plug--- Cybersex favorite." "Are other devices expensive?" Gelli queries. "Muchly!" Oleg retorts. "Our hires avatars and quality girls should return a decent return on investment." "What of risk analysis?" Tiffi inquires. "That's why we wait on the bells and whistles until we acquire a clientele," Oleg explains. All agree as the first client exits satisfied and a queue of horny old bastards is forming. 28 Feb 2012 Taunus Trumbo