1 comments/ 11880 views/ 0 favorites Reina Ch. 01 By: Taunus Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. No resemblance to persons living or dead is intended or should be inferred. * Reina lies on a thick wool blanket. Beneath the blanket is the concrete floor of the Internet Cybersex Prison. She is lying on her back with her hands above her head, cuffed to a floor ring. Her breasts and hairy armpits are exposed. Her head hair is about a half inch long, soon to be shaved again. Her knees are bent and spread so that a bright blue device spreading her vulva and covering her from her clitoris to anus is seen. Her privates, urethra, and anus are controlled by this non-human device. Soon an alarm will sound. Reina knows only too well the drill. After a night of constantly being sexually aroused to the point of climax only to have her orgasm denied, this time she will be afforded two minutes to cum. Should she fail to climax in the allotted two minutes, it will go bad for her. The non-human device has many ways to arouse, control, or torment a female prisoner. It has an inflatable vibrator in her vagina, a huge, hard dildo in her rectum, and an indwelling catheter in her bladder. The device prepares Reina for the alarm. Today her bladder will be drained and filled with ice water. She must somehow overcome the cold chill to cum. Pumping her bladder full of cold water is only one of many ways to challenge Reina to masturbate without touching herself. She must work her buttocks to push and pull the device over her clit. While she is trying to massage her clit, the vibrator in her pussy and the dildo in her ass are a maximum discomfiture. The alarm sounds and Reina frantically works to arouse herself and climax. Today she is able to cum. Exhausted, she hears the cell door being keyed. It is Lady Payne and a male guard. "You did well, girl," Lady Payne remarks. "You had five seconds to spare even. Perhaps we should shorten the time by five seconds?" "Oh, no, Mistress!" Reina begs. Lady Payne smiles. "I have a new toy for you, Reina," she comments. "It is indwelling and permanent!" Lady Payne shows Reina a long tube with a bulb at its end. Reina wonders what it is and how it works. "This will enter your uterus and expand," Lady Payne explains. "Once in place, it can be remotely controlled. Your bodily movement will power it. It can shock, twist, turn, and deform. The limits of pain and pleasure are infinite. It will complete your complement of pelvic toys. So, how did my beauty sleep last night?" Lady Payne asks as she inserts the uterine device. Reina writhes and convulses in pain at the device dilates her cervix and forces itself into her uterus, the inner sanctum of her Holy of Holies. "Please be gentle, Mistress," Reina begs. Lady Payne smiles and continues unperturbed. "How did your night go?" Lady Payne retorts, somewhat annoyed. "It was severe, Mistress," Reina answers. "I was aroused a maximum and stimulated to the point of climax only to have an electric shock jolt me from clit to anus. Again and again the device brought me to the brink of orgasm only to twist painfully in my pussy or ass. This girl was exhausted when the alarm went off." Reina looks up with pleading eyes. The male guard, Oleg, uncuffs Reina's wrists and brings her to a standing position. He then cuffs her hands behind her back. "Does a girl want her breasts and face slapped?" Lady Payne inquires. Reina know that she must ask in the affirmative. "Oh, yes Mistress," Reina asks. "Please slap a girl's breasts and face hard. A girl begs you." Lady Payne smiles. "You don't sound very convincing, girl," she murmurs. "Oh please, Mistress," Reina implores with fear and trepidation. "A girl's pussy is wet at the thought." Lady Payne cups her hands under Reina's breasts and squeezes them slightly. "Are your teats sore and sensitive from yesterday?" Lady Payne asks. Reina lowers her eyes and blushes. "Yes, Mistress," Reina answers. "So why is it that you still want these two swollen orbs to be slapped or worse?" Lady Payne inquires. The conversation is planned to maximize the insult as well as the injury. The girl must beg her torture and thank the mistress for the abuse. "A girl dreams only of pleasing you, Mistress," Reina responds. Lady Payne seems satisfied and slaps Reina's face hard. With teary eyes Reina whispers: "Thank you, Mistress. More please." Lady Payne slaps each of Reina's breasts five times. Each slap gains momentum from a full circular motion. Reina struggles to keep from crying out of fainting. She somehow manages to thank her tormentor after each slap and ask for another. He breasts are discolored and swollen. Lady Payne is pleased at her work. The teats will not be so severely bruised that a medical orderly would prohibit her abuse. It is a close line for Lady Payne. She enjoys abusing Reina, but she must be careful not to injure her. Injuring a girl would make her unavailable for a period of time. The bright blue device in Reina's stride has a name; it is called a "saddle." In addition to the vaginal vibrator and hard butt plug, it may have other attachments, or "toys." Reina's, in particular, has an indwelling urethral catheter, an intrauterine device (IUD), and a clitoral pump. Having enjoyed her use of Reina, Lady Payne motioned for Oleg to prepare Reina for transport to the game grids. He attaches a leach to her saddle. The leash is a metal chain with an insulated electric cord intertwined within it. The chain attaches to a look just below Reina's perineum and the electric cord plugs into a socked. There are red, yellow, and blue Light Emitting Diodes (LED) in the saddle. It is a futuristic device of control, pleasure, and pain. As they prepare to depart, Oleg, Reina, and Lady Payne, Lady Payne reaches over and jerks on the stopcock of Reina's indwelling urethral catheter. The girl moans as her tender flesh is cruelly pressed against the unforgiving blue metal. Girls know only too well how mean and cruel a mistress can be. For sure Lady Payne would force Reina to hold her urine a long time without release. Oleg, on the other hand, might consider Reina's situation and drain her distended bladder. A mistress might cuff a girl's wrists and ankles tightly, while a male guard would only seek to restrain a prisoner. 12 October 2012 Reina Ch. 02 Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. No resemblance to persons living or dead is intended or should be inferred. * Reina walks behind Lady Payne and Oleg, the guard, on her way to the game grids. Here she will play for hire against other gamesters or gynoids---soulless sentient beings. She is wearing only a bright blue saddle, stretching from her clitoris to her anus. It spreads and distends her vulva. A chain leash is clipped onto a ring just below her perineum. There is also an electrical cord interlaced in the chain and plugged into one of the numerous sockets in the saddle. Let us pause and examine the saddle device. In its most basic configuration it somewhat resembles the sole of a shoe. Each girl has a slightly different stride, groin, and pelvic region. A flexible mold is fitted, from which the permanent is cast. It is stainless steel with a polymer coat. There are two protrusions: a vaginal vibrator and a hard butt plug. A small recessed Allen head nut allows the vibrator and butt plug to extend and turn, locking the saddle onto the girl. The basic saddle has a number of sockets, Light-Emitting Diodes (LED), and fixtures. The most common attachment is the leash ring. The leash ring is located directly below the girl's perineum and can be used to lead, secure, arouse, and torment the girl. Reina's saddle has an indwelling urinary catheter with a stop cock. The catheter can be used to drain or to fill her bladder. A gentle tug on the stopcock induces a maximal discomfiture. Her saddle has the usual leash ring with a socket for the auxiliary electrical wire. She also has a suction tube on her clitoris: a clit pump. Her butt plug has a screw head suitable for enema. Most recently, Reina has acquired an indwelling intrauterine device (IUD), which is connected to the saddle motherboard. One might say that Reina is completely controlled; however, she enjoys only a few of the plethora of electrical, hydraulic, pneumatic, and chemical attachments. Unseen is the remote control hardware and its software. This marvel of nanotechnology allows the observer to correctly assess many of her physiological indices. (A psycho-sexual polygraph, as it were.) She cannot get away with faking an orgasm or telling a lie. A year ago Reina was in the hot, aggressive, passionate throws of her relationship with Tommy. He wooed her and swept her off her feet with gifts and attention. It was not until she found herself with him on the run from the law that she realized that what seemed to be too good to be true was, in fact, too good to be true. They met when both were employees of the Duling Wind Farm in West Texas. Tommy (Thomas Fisher) was a maintenance crewman and Reina (Reina Rowland) was a receptionist and dispatcher. The electric wind turbines were in constant need of repair---and not just from normal wear and tear either! Conceived of and invented in the USA they were copied and produced in China. All went well at first, until reliability became an issue. Propped up by taxpayer subsidies and requirements that electric companies use a percentage of outrageously expensive "green energy" prompted a civil revolt. The wind turbines were a frequent target of vandals. The collapse of the economy caused the legislative bodies to re-think green energy in general and wind turbines in particular. The flood of money into Chinese coffers from the unreliable, fickle, expensive wind turbines caused rioting in the streets and voters streaming to the polls and voting "no." in addition was the onerous Chinese Reparation Act Proposition (CRAP), which attempted to appease the Chinese holders of American debt by turning over vast quantities of real estate. The final nail in the coffin of green energy was the Proton Decay plasma furnace. Garbage was dumped into the plasma and Syngas was generated. Syngas was extremely economical and energy rich; however, it was toxic. Syngas (Synthetic gas from garbage) is a mixture of Carbon Monoxide, Methane, and Carbon Dioxide. The bottom line was the rich executives took their platinum and gold parachutes and fled to the Cayman Islands and 5,000 square foot bungalows with tax shelters. The stranded workers were another matter. Tommy and Reina, as well as hundreds more, were left holding the proverbial bag. Their whirlwind relationship was shipwrecked on the rocks of a failed industry. They traveled. Short of money for food and gas (which was ten dollars a gallon) Tommy robbed a convenience store. He pretended to have a gun. The clerk, who did have a firearm, resisted. Tommy wrestled the gun away from the clerk. The weapon discharged and the clerk lay dead on the floor. Tommy tried to conceal the crime by shooting out the surveillance cameras. He garnered as much money and victuals as possible and fled with Reina. At that moment Reina had to make a choice: Tommy and crime or jump ship. She hesitated. Her hiatus cast the die. It would only be a matter of time before the law enforcement people would find them and put them to jail. Jails being overcrowded, for capital offenses convicted criminals are often sent to outsourced prisons. And this was the case with Reina. Her complicity landed her in the Internet Cybersex Prison. 13 October 2012 Reina Ch. 03 Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. No resemblance to persons living or dead is intended or should be inferred. Reina notices other girls being led by leashes. They also have their wrists cuffed behind their backs. Some show red whelps and bruising from whips or other instruments of punishment. Some are walk dejected and ashamed while other girls walk proudly. There was one girl who seems proud to stand erect and display her turgid and tumescent breasts with bruised areolas. The sights made Reina shudder. As they pass each other, the girl smiles at Reina. Reina cannot understand the twisted mind of the hapless thrall. Lady Payne, Reina, and Oleg arrive at the game grids. Here girls are strapped into various configurations, fitted with 3D Virtual Reality (VR) helmets, and rented out into on line gaming clients. Many of the games are BDSM. The only certainty is that by performing well a girl will avoid corporal punishment after the on line session in the Real Life of the Internet Cybersex Prison. Reina blanches when she sees the outfit prepared for her. It is a latex suit with many embedded electrodes. This outfit will allow high-voltage shocks to be administered to any part of her flesh. The latex suit is connected to a computer terminal. Reina now realizes that she is to be used in a combat mode as a female warrior. The VR helmet provides a virtual panorama of 3D sight and stereophonic sound. Unlike the master control, the wearer is unable to adjust the sound volume or lighting contrast. Should a girl choose to keep her eyes closed for over a second, an electric shock is delivered to her temples. Complete control of the subject is the vision and goal of the Internet Cybersex Prison. And where is the physical prison located? In Siberia, above the Arctic Circle. Escape is highly unlikely if not downright impossible. Should one manage to escape the prison confines, the inhospitable permafrost would prove their undoing. Reina's avatar rezzes. She is a brunette warrior wearing leathers and carrying a sword. The arena rezzes and Reina sees her opponent, a lean, lanky blonde beauty. Her opponent also is armed with a sword. The arena is filled with Artificial Intelligent sentient beings, adding realism to the cruel gladiatorial combat. Reina fears the worst; she has no training in sword dwelling. They strike and block. Reina is "cut" on her left shoulder and a mind-numbing, electrical shock shakes her to near unconsciousness. The blonde is able to strike again and again, inflicting painful but minor wounds. It is like a cat playing with a wounded mouse, where Reina is the mouse. At last the blonde knocks Reina's sword aside and pins her to the ground. The screaming audience gives the Roman "thumbs down" and Reina feels herself falling in total darkness. A few seconds later she rezzes on a stock, her buttocks held high and her anus exposed. There is a red hot water bottle and a white tube with a nozzle. A large bucket of ice water sits nearby. Then she realizes that she is to receive ice water enemas and vaginal douches. She tries to look around to see her tormentor. Is this VR or RL? She realizes that although the image is VR that ice water will be pumped into her via the connections on her bright blue saddle. She feels the butt plug open to admit two liters of ice water into her bowels. Shaking and chilled, after a few minutes she is drained only to receive a new enema of ice water. Her hands are cuffed to her front and she receives the command: "Masturbate and cum, girl." She feverishly begins to arouse herself, fearing that the mistress behind the scene may grow impatient. Transducers and physiological indices assure the client that Reina actually will experience an orgasm. There is no fooling modern technology. Reina is unable to experience an orgasm. The ice water pumped into her rectum, vagina, and bladder prove to overcome her sexual abilities. The client reports her failure with the readings from the devices. Reina's mistress, Lady Payne, is more than pleased to punish her. Reina is led from the game grid to a suspension device. Her hands are cuffed high above her head. Lady Payne begins by explaining the punishment to Reina: "Six is the count. So I will make sure that each counts, girl. I think that the riding crop is best suited and the breasts make the best target. Don't you agree, Reina?" "Yes, Mistress," Reina answers. Lady Payne begins massaging and kneading Reina's B-cup teats. She starts from the base and works to the areolas and nipples. She feels adipose and mesentery, muscle and sinew, milk ducts and sacs, arteries and veins, taking care to prod, poke, pull, press, pinch, and probe her thoroughly. When she at last works her way to the areolas, the core of Reina's breasts are hard. She exhales the slightly garlic-like scent of female arousal. Her teats are standing like a soldier at attention. "Time for you to beg for your just punishment, Girl," Lady Payne orders. "Yes, Mistress," Reina responds. "May a girl's breasts be whipped, Mistress. She has failed to satisfy and needs discipline." Lady Payne smiles as she rubs the engorged mammary with the leather end of the riding crop. Then with an elliptical Kung-Fu arc she strikes Reina's left breast. The pain is so sudden and severe that it momentarily finds Reina numb. Before the impact is fully felt she is able to utter: "Thank you, Mistress, more please." Reina's eyes are watery, mucus oozes from her nostrils, and she is drooling. The full impact of the first blow now registers. Lady Payne strikes Reina's right breast with a linear motion, hitting square on her nipple and areola. The puckered areola changes hue from umber through sienna to an ocher, swollen and turgid. Reina struggles to speak, but somehow manages to thank Lady Payne and beg her third swat. Lady Payne spends a few moments rubbing and kneading the punished breasts. The breasts centers are still hard with congested venous blood. The third blow crosses both breasts and the fourth, fifth, and six swats come quickly. After the third blow Reina is able to scream and she does. Lady Payne reminds the prisoner that she hasn't been given permission to cry out loud. The hapless girl bites her lower lip and struggles to hold her screams. After the sixth blow Oleg the guard cuffs Reina's hands behind her back and attaches the chain least. He whispers to Reina: "Stand straight and push your bruised breasts forward. Walk proudly and smiles at the incoming. You should act proud and grateful for your discipline." Now Reina recalls the girl from earlier. Oleg wipes away her tears and rubs some soothing make-up on her face. 15 October 2012 Reina Ch. 04 Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. No resemblance to persons living or dead is intended or should be inferred. The alarm sounds. Reina wakes up abruptly. She knows only too well the drill. She will be afforded two minutes to cum. She usually awakens a few minutes before the alarm to arouse herself. Should she fail to climax, it will go bad for her. She feverishly works the saddle against her clitoris. Tied as she is, she must work her buttocks back and forth on the brown blanket that she is forced to sleep on. She works her buttocks to push and pull the device over her clit. She hears the cell door being keyed just as she climaxes. It is Lady Payne and a male guard. "Stand her up Oleg," Lady Payne orders. She cups her hands under Reina's bruised and swollen breasts. "Do these hurt after your whipping yesterday, girl?" "Oh, yes, Mistress!" Reina whispers. "The whipping hurt this girl a maximum." Lady Payne squeezes Reina's breasts. Reina bites her lower lip and struggles not to cry out. Tears stream as rivulets over her hot, pink cheeks. Lady Payne smiles and exhorts the girl: "Nothing would please me more than to have the opportunity to whip those teats again, girl." "Oh, no, please Mistress," Reina begs. "A girl will do anything to avoid such punishment." "Then a girl will please her clients?" Lady Payne inquires. "Yes, Mistress," Reina responds. Lady Payne squeezes and twists Reina's breasts. Reina struggles not to cry out or scream. After about fifteen seconds Oleg makes a comment: "She should be seen by a medical orderly before more abuse, Lady Payne." Lady Payne flashes anger at Oleg but pulls back. As a final act she slaps Reina's face. "I hope that you please your clients, Reina," Lady Payne remarks. "For sure there will be a punishment fit for the crime." Reina shudders. Lady Payne walks fast down the hallways, forcing Oleg to tug on Reina's leash. Her leash is attached to a metal loop beneath her perineum. As he tugs, the dildo in her vagina and the butt plug suffer the abuse. Tears flow down Reina's face as she struggles to keep up. Finally they arrive at the game grids. They arrive at the cybersex station. This one has a treadmill. Reina will be expected to act the part of a running fugitive girl. The VR helmet offers her paths and she struggles to keep up with the mechanical device. After an hour Reina is exhausted. When she is taken from the treadmill, Oleg holds her down. The saddle has rubbed her stride raw. Lady Payne takes a 100cc syringe of 95% alcohol and attaches it to an "irrigation port" on the saddle. She inject the alcohol, which floods her rectum, vagina, and flows about her vulva and anus. Inside the VR helmet her own screams are amplified as the burning fluid finds the raw, sensitive skin and mucus membranes. This is just the start of Reina's day on the game grid. Her next stop is the combat ring where she will be matched against another girl. After Reina's day is done, Guard Oleg pays a visit to Mistress Sharon, the heaad warden of the Prison. "Lady Sharon," Oleg begins, "I am concerned about Lady Payne and the girl Reina. I thought that profit was our mainstay. Lady Payne seems anxious to whip Reina too often. Shouldn't a girl be whipped for a cash-paying viewer's delight and entertainment?" "Of course, Oleg," Mistress Sharon retorts. "But Lady Payne is a Mistress and often acts as a deputy warden. I will look into the situation. Perhaps you have the hots for Reina. You are not going 'native' on us are you?" "No, Lady Sharon," Oleg replies. "It's just the money that concerns me." "Indeed," Lady Sharon remarks. "Perhaps you should have a persona slave, maybe a girl under your direct control when she is not in the game grid? I have a slave girl, the guard Jane." "Jane is your slave girl, Lady Sharon?" Oleg asks. "Yes," Lady Sharon answers. "She is kept in a cell with a saddle when she's not on duty. Few know this. But she could be yours to feed, water, groom, and control during her non-duty hours." Oleg is flabbergasted. He knows Jane the Mistress, who is an expert with the whip and electric goad. She is every prisoner's dread. But Jane the prisoner. It is all too confusing. "I would be honored, Lady Sharon," Oleg responds. "It will happen then," Lady Sharon states. She hands him a special key and instructs him to enjoy his new property. After all, Jane is a lean, lanky blonde with the physique of a runway model and the musculature of a gymnast or ice skater. Maybe in another universe she might have even been a ballet dancer. One thing is for sure, Oleg will have a girl to use or abuse outside of the prisoner population. A wise choice for Lady Sharon, defusing a possible conflict. Oleg only knows Jane as a guard; he had no idea that she was a personal slave as well. She wears red tennis shoes with those short black socks inside. Her "bottom" is a cut-off pair of blue jeans, displaying her pale legs. She has the physique of a barely-legal eighteen-year-old. Her "top" is a bikini. She looks like something from a dream catalog. "Of course," Lady Sharon remarks, "only whip her where it won't be seen. Her buttocks and areolas are always fair game, but exercise caution. You would be well-advised to use the saddle to torment, torture, discipline, or punish her. But, knowing you, you will probably rather just enjoy seeing her struggle to masturbate with suitable restraints and hindrances." Oleg smiled at the comments. "Thank you very much, Lady Sharon," Oleg says. His concern over Reina has vanished in the light of his new-found pet and toy. Following the directions given by Lady Sharon, Oleg makes it to the cell occupied by Jane, guard and slave girl. The view panel as well as the steel door are locked. In most cells the view panel is unlocked. Only those with special access are permitted to view into this cell. Although he shouldn't have been surprised by what he found, he is. On the ubiquitous heavy brown woolen blanket is Jane. She is supine with her hands high above her head, cuffed to a floor ring. Her legs are spread exposing a bright blue saddle. She also is wearing a ball gag. The ball gag catches Oleg's eye. The girl has prepared herself for whatever service her master or mistress might desire. Oleg remembers how Jane greets girls. He decides prior to removing her ball gag that he indulges his fantasy. Sitting on her stomach, he grasps her areolas between thumbs and forefingers and gives her a titty twister. He continues for some time, ensuring that she will become a member of the PTA (Purple Titty Association. Jane moans but is unable to cry out. Once satisfied, he removes her ball gag. "A girl's bikini top will conceal the bruises," Oleg remarks. Jane nods and whispers: "Yes, Master." For the first time in eons, Oleg actually feels empowered. He tests the fit of the saddle by pulling on the leash ring. The leash ring is located directly below Jane's perineum; the jerk causes Jane's anal sphincter and vaginal sphincter muscles to tense and contract. Oleg has never had such unrestricted and unsupervised access to a girl before. He seats himself between her legs and operates some local controls. In particular, he turns on the vibrator In her vagina. How often has he seen Lady Jane forbid an aroused girl from climax only to administer punishment when she is unable to avoid an orgasm. Orgasm denial and whipping are Jane's forte. Oleg is anxious to see how Jane fares with the tables turned. He is surprised how is seems to be able to endure endless stimulation without cumming. Then he decides to try the converse. "A girl has two minutes to cum," he orders. Jane rubs her buttocks on the blanket to work the bright blue saddle. In less than a minute the physiological indices report a total orgasm. Oleg even observes her vaginal secretions (her honey nectar) ooze from around the saddle and make a damp spot on the blanket. Oleg suddenly finds himself exhausted and lies down on the concrete floor beside Jane and drifts off into a deep sleep. He awakens just in time to prepare himself for guard duty and release Jane from her handcuffs and saddle. She hurriedly puts on her red tennis shoes, cut-off blue jeans, and bikini top. Her swollen and turgid areolas and nipples stand out. But to the observer they appear more arousal than abuse. Only Lady Sharon and Oleg know for sure. Lady Jane would never reveal her secret slave existence. 18 October 2012