0 comments/ 22555 views/ 0 favorites Sleepless Ch. 02 By: Taunus Jane Smith slept from exhaustion, having been forced to remain awake for two solid days and nights. In her deep sleep she even ignored the bruises from the electrode clamps that ensured her wakefulness. It had been nearly eight hours since Jane had been brought back to her cell. As always, she was kept naked. The cell had no furniture. All that was in the room, aside from the girl herself, was a thick brown wool blanket. In her deep sleep she did not hear the steel cell door open. Two burly guards and a young brunette came in to the cell. The men pulled Jane from her blanket and buckled a wide tan leather belt around her waist. Her arms were brought behind her back and bound by leather straps to the thick belt. She was tied wrist to elbow. From this position she knew that soon she would be subject to some intense use. Jane Smith knew the ritual. After being handcuffed, or bound in some way, there would be the humiliating and degrading body cavity search. It always started with her sticking out her tongue and the oral examination. As she saw the young brunette matron prepare for the inspection, Jane realized that she needed to urinate. She knew not to ask the guards or the matron if she could relieve herself. She would have to squat and pee in the large drain hole in the floor. She was hoping that soon she would be taken to the prep room. There she would be "prepped" for her day on the game grid. After the oral exam, the matron lubricated a speculum. Jane hated the metallic beast. The speculum was stainless steel and looked like an animal's beak. It had a tiny thumb screw at its base to facilitate opening. Its medical purpose is to allow visual inspection. As the brunette inserted the speculum, Jane moaned. The speculum was spread as the matron poked and prodded Jane's G-spot and the tiny cervix of her uterus. Still distended, the matron pulled the speculum out, stretching Jane's pussy lips; her vulva was still sore from the electrode clamps. Closing the beaks of the speculum, the young brunette applied a generous dab of K.Y. Jelly to the speculum and pushed it between Jane's glorious hemispheres. Sore from the electrodes and the whipping from Toy Euler's riding crop, Jane was unable to relax her buttocks. The two burly male guards wasted no time in turning Jane on to her belly and prying her ass cheeks apart. The matron pushed the speculum deep into Jane's bowels and spread it open. Jane groaned from agony and embarrassment. Her cell had no articles of hygiene. Now, more than before, she needed to piss. After not cooperating with the speculum, she knew that there was no chance of the matron or the guards allowing her the privilege of relieving herself. Once they reached the prep room, Jane felt an even more intense desire to urinate. Becky, the brunette matron, noticed Jane crossing her legs and fidgeting. Becky would have enjoyed forcing fluids on Jane and making her stand until she wet herself. Then, to add insult to injury, Becky would have cause to punish the girl. But there were other girls to get up and get to the game grid. Becky turned Jane over to the cybersex preparation team. They would start by giving Jane a series of enemas. This would, at last, permit her to use the toilet. The "prep" for the game grid consisted of a general cleaning and insertion of an anal plug, a vaginal plug, and an indwelling urinary (urethral) catheter. There were also transducers, monitors, hydraulic and pneumatic tubes and, of principal importance, a Virtual Reality (VR) helmet. Jane Smith was horrified when she realized that in addition to the usual apparatus the crude electrode camps on her breasts, clitoris, vulva, and anus were attached to ensure her constant wakefulness. Before she had been forced to go for two days without sleep; now she saw another extended period with sleep deprivation. What could Toy Euler want this time? For sure she would be trying to leverage his suffering with Sari Stone and Faustus Mortal. Jane recalled her freshman year at college. She was rooming with Sari Stone. Both were majoring in physics. Jane passed her courses first semester, but didn't do extremely well. She gave up on college and joined the ecological activists. Sari had used Jane's school Internet to anonymously seek the reclusive futurist and visionary Faustus Mortal. She had come to sacrifice much in the process. It came to pass that Mephisto Diablo sought to extract information and to silence the writings of one celibate cenobite named Faustus Mortal. Sari Stone, an impressionable young freshman, was on a quest to become acquainted with the mysterious figure of the occult. In the process, Sari lost her womb and both girls ended up in Siberia in the Internet Cybersex Prison. Sari Stone had managed to escape; Jane Smith remained incarcerated. Mephisto's support---both financial and political---from the Fossil Fuel Fellowship (3F) had dried up. Even as the crude oil has a finite future, so also the support changed from active suppression of dissent to the superficial aura of cooperation with the "renewable" proponents and "conservationists." But the basic tenets of 3F (Crude Oil, Natural Gas, and Coal) have not changed. They remain, despite all the advertising, capitalists and bourgeoisie. They no longer attempt to silence Faustus, but now seek his knowledge. It is ironic. Faustus Mortal was denied his terminal degree and became a "religious." The same powers that cast him into the Stygian Shadows now wish his knowledge to launch their next capitalistic undertaking: the cold fission, the algae column, Carbon Dioxide (CO2) sequestering and recycling, and the like. It is very difficult to deal with a celibate cenobite. As Nietzsche would say: "Never insult a hermit. How could he ever forget? But, if you must insult him, then kill him as well." Jane Smith was totally unlike the other inmates of the Internet Cybersex Prison. Girls were sent here from detention facilities, jails, and prisons as incorrigibles. They were guilty of capital offenses with special circumstances. Society simply wanted them to disappear. But the prison population was also a society. The girls in this particular prison were used as sexual objects for a clientele with perverse, depraved, and obtuse tastes. A girl could experience pressure, pain, electric shock, bondage and the like. Aside from the purely physical there was the Virtual Reality helmet. Here a girl could be driven to irresistible crass carnal craving. She could experience an induced orgasm, even while being tormented or raped. This was the ultimate, state-of-the-art slave control system. Once outfitted with a VR helmet and assorted plugs and wires attached to every region of her body, Jane was led to the game room. Usually girls were buckled into a chair with a computer keyboard. Today Jane was to be strapped onto a Saint Andrew's cross, even as her avatar would be in Virtual Reality on the 3D game grid. It was then that Jane realized that she would be crucified for another 48 hours before being allowed to sleep. For sure there would be short breaks, but the luxury of deep sleep would be forbidden. Her suffering was leverage to be used to pick knowledge from the brains of Faustus Mortal and Sari Stone. The clientele of the Internet Cybersex Prison were varied. They had one common denominator: they could pay the monthly dues. And for these dues they were allowed to manipulate a bound girl remotely in many ways. The user had a Head's Up Display (HUD). Through this HUD the remote user could recover every physical and mental measurement measurable by sensory device: blood pressure, heart rate, body temperature, Galvanic skin response, brain wave activity, etc. The user could also inflate or deflate the anal and vaginal plugs, pump water or oil of varying temperatures into a girl's vagina, bowels, or bladder, apply pressure or electric charge to a girl's privates as well as fingers, toes, teats, armpits, and the like. In short, it was total control. The girl controlled, to some extent, her avatar in the 3D world. Jane Smith recognized her avatar as bound in a dungeon on a Saint Andrew's cross. She would not wait long for a user to visit her "world." The first visitor was Jack Mehoff. He was horny and wasted no time in penetrating Jane's pussy. She moaned as the vaginal pump created the sensation of a massive erect member. He was so long that his glans penis struck the terminus, the end of her vagina. She was just becoming aroused when he grabbed her breasts and gave her a rude titty twister. It was jack's plan to arouse Jane then quell it only to arouse her again. For a half dozen times she would feel a pending climax only to have her breasts twisted, slapped, or pulled. Then Jack used the VR helmet remote. By applying the proper magnetic flux, the VR helmet was able to induce an irresistible urge for sex in a female or bring her to full climax. After Jane came with an earth-shattering orgasm, Jack was able to cum as well. It was customary to give a girl a short break after serving a client. Jane was let down from the cross and bound. She lay on the floor, regaining her strength and hoping for a little rest. The moment she drifted into slumber a painful shock bolted through her clitoris. The VR helmet would not allow the brain waves of sleep. Jane might get reclining rest but not sleep. Soon another client would happen by. The guards returned and strapped Jane back on the Saint Andrew's cross. Jane Gasped. It was Toy Euler with her riding crop, a riding whip with a short handle and a leather lash. She rubbed the tip of the quirt on Jane's perineum, her hidden veranda. Jane's "taint" was already bruised from her previous encounter with the riding crop. Jane Smith: Mercy, Mistress. Toy Euler rubs Jane Smith's perineum with the cruel quirt. Jane Smith: This girl is still sore from yesterday, Mistress. Toy Euler: But not enough to convince those two eggheads! Jane Smith: Please, Mistress, give this girl some time. Toy Euler: A couple of swats just to reinforce my demands. Jane Smith whimpers. Toy Euler roughly rubs rawhide lash against Jane Smith's sore perineum. Toy Euler makes a practice circular arc of 180 degrees. Jane Smith trembles and shakes in anticipation. Toy Euler makes the swing with all the cruelty of the Artificial Intelligence (AI) sentient being that she is. The pneumatic contact, having been pumped up during the practice discharges and imitates the riding crop. A simulated sound resonates. Jane Smith jerks and convulses. Toy Euler makes a second practice arc, this time an ellipse, the orbit of a comet, for 279 degrees to strike with its focus precisely aligned with the slit of her vulva. Jane Smith finally manages to take a breath. Toy Euler blazes her quirt across the welkin and falls as a meteorite on the bruised tissue lying between her wet vulva and her tiny rosette. Jane Smith screams and retches. She has an empty stomach so all she can do is a "dry heave." Her nose runs and her mouth drools from the blow. She is also humiliated to having her privates so presented for use and abuse. Toy Euler: You have a client. Jane Smith nods. Toy Euler: Lucky girl. I will return. Jane Smith: Yes, Mistress. The second visitor was Dick Nibbler. He took his time examining the girl on the Saint Andrew's cross. At last he decided on his course of action. He pulled forth a huge black butt plug. He showed it to Jane Smith and told her to lubricate it with her spittle. He shoved it to her mouth. Jane knew that she must moisten the plug a maximum. It was hard rubber or plastic. She licked it as much as she could in VR. Then Dick started to work the plug into her anus. Jane was still sore from Toy's blows, but the butt plug expanded to emulate the insertion. Jane was really being stretched, more than ever before. She was glad that Dick Nibbler had not decided to fist her anus. Then she was alarmed. It took some time and painful dilation to insert the black butt plug to its round base. Jane squirmed and writhed at the magnitude of her load. Finally the game girl showed it as complete inserted. It was then that Dick started to fist Jane's pussy. She was horrified at the big fingers widened her pussy lips. She had never had her vulva and labia majora spread so far apart. Not only that, her distended rectum hurt like all hell as her pudenda was rudely opened. Two fingers then three. Wet with perspiration of fear more than arousal, Jane felt the digital penetration continue. It was clear that Dick was intent on accomplishing his mission of fisting Jane's cunt in this session. The session would last for hours. As Jane suffered, Dick entered data into the HUD. The complicated electronics retrieved Jane's "transfer function" and began the process of extreme sexual arousal to culminate with a climax when the fist was finally fully inserted. Jane was helpless to refuse and felt her lust, passion, libido, and animal drive build and build. She could not believe that she was aroused by such treatment. She was experiencing perverse pleasure and deep, dark depraved delight. Other girls did their eight hours on the game grid and were released to eat, exercise, and sleep. Toy Euler kept Jane active, with only short breaks to allow for her necessities and to water and feed her. She was permitted reclining rest to recover from the muscle cramping; however, sleep was strictly forbidden and the crude electrodes clamped to nipples, clitoris, vulva, and anus ensured her wakefulness. Even sleep brain waves during conscious periods, arising from mental fatigue or exhaustion, were denied. Jane Smith felt her mind overloaded, confused, and totally submissive to Toy Euler. After nearly forty-eight hours of being used and abused sexually, Jane Smith was nearing collapse. Her vital signs---as displayed on the HUD---showed extreme fatigue and mental confusion. Toy Euler knew that the time was right and send urgent e-mail to Faustus Mortal and Sari Stone. Mephisto Diablo: You summonsed me Toy? Toy Euler: Yes, Jane Smith has been prepared. Toy Euler: When did you last sleep girl? Jane Smith is confused. Jane Smith: I don't know Mistress. Toy Euler: Good girl. IM from Radar: Sari Stone is arriving IM from Radar: Faustus Mortal is arriving Toy Euler: Hello Sari and Faustus! Sari Stone: Wait---still rezzing---laggy Faustus Mortal: Hello Toy, Hello Mephisto. Mephisto Diablo: Long time no see Faustus. Faustus Mortal: What do you want me for? Mephisto Diablo: My girl Toy has some inventory items for you. Faustus Mortal: Do tell. Toy Euler: I am sending you and Sari Stone some HUDs. They are for use with girls in the Internet Cybersex Prison. Faustus Mortal: Not interested. Sari Stone: No thanks. Mephisto Diablo: Patience, let Toy explain. Toy Euler: With these you can monitor the vital signs of Jane. We've kept her up two days---forty-eight hours---now and will keep her up until we get some cooperation from you two. There are suitably placed electrode clamps to shock her should her brain exhibit sleep patterns. Sari Stone: You mustn't do that. It's cruel and unusual. Faustus Mortal accepts the inventory offer. Sari Stone accepts the inventory offer. Toy Euler: Good. Now let's get down to the higher mathematics for ever higher profits. You can be a prophet of profit, Faustus! After all, you are the one who goes to Mass every day, don't you. Faustus Mortal: Guilty as charged. 7 May 2009 Taunus Sleepless Ch. 03 Becky was the matron in charge of a block of cells in the Internet Cybersex Prison. Jane Smith was one of her inmates. Becky had long brunette hair. By contemporary standards her hair would not be considered stunning; however, in the prison each girl had her head shaved weekly as well as her pubic hair. The girls' were not totally shorn. They were humiliated by smelly, hairy armpits and leg hair. The matron's starched uniform was a contrast to the naked girls of the prison. Jane Smith had been on the game grid for hours as Toy Euler, a sentient Artificial Intelligence (AI) bot leveraged her suffering to extract "Green Technology" from Sari Stone and Faustus Mortal. Toy was on line with Jane when Becky entered the cam window. Voice was mixed with typing. "I am taking this girl," Becky spoke to the microphone above the monitor screen. Toy Euler: I have rights with this girl. "Someone has outbid you in Euros," Becky retorted. "We have enough of that soft currency of yours. The boss likes Euros or Japanese Yen. Surely you understand economics?" Toy Euler pouts. Toy Euler: May I have her back when he is done? "I think it will be a while," Becky continued. "He is looking for a slave girl whom he can totally control and manipulate." Toy Euler: I guess I don't have any choice. Mephisto Diablo will be very disappointed. You really don't want to anger him, now do you. "Look Toy," Becky barked back. "Mephisto's stock has dropped badly. He has less voice around here than I do. You need to be careful. If your soft pesos or whatever you use doesn't stop sliding on the currency exchange, you may be archived on a server in cyber-sleep." Toy Euler shudders. Toy Euler: Take the girl. Jane was trembling and shaking from long hours on the game grid and sleep deprivation. Becky had the two burly guards remove her from the Saint Andrew's cross. Becky unlatched and removed the Virtual Reality (VR) helmet and the electrode clamps; but she did not attempt to remove the indwelling, inflatable, irritating pussy and butt plugs. The technicians in the prep room would do that. Becky cuffed Jane's hands behind her back and the four headed for the prep room. Girls in the prison were never allowed out of their cells without being cuffed or bound. Many of the girls in the prison were assassins or mercenary prostitutes trained in special martial arts and techniques. In addition to having their hair cut once each week, each girl would also have her finger and toenails cut short. There was a particular routine before a girl was removed from her cell. She would have to back to the "window" in the cell and present her wrists for cuffing. Only then, once her hands were safely secured behind her back, would Becky and her two burly guards enter the girl's cell. Then came the obligatory body cavity search. The protocol was rigid and inflexible. The risk of mutiny or escape was minimized. "Your time has been bought for several days or weeks, Jane," Becky informed her in a matter-of-fact tone. "Toy Euler has no access to you while you are in service." "Yes, Mistress," Jane replied. She knew not to push or press for details. She was surprised that the matron had even volunteered the information that she had. Perhaps it was the Master's wish that she be so informed. Once back in her cell, the two guards placed her on her back and each grabbed a leg and an ankle and spread her. Her pussy and asshole were unprotected, vulnerable, and available. Jane Smith trembled with fear and trepidation. Becky pulled out a toothbrush and, seizing it by the handle and pulling it back, allowed it to strike Jane in a fleshy mound between her vulva and her anus. In medical parlance this region up in her stride was known as her perineum. Becky struck the same spot again and again. The toothbrush hurts but Jane had felt worse from the riding crop. She was surprised at the seemingly short duration of the episode. There must be something that she wasn't aware of. Becky told her to sleep well. She would be fed in eight hours and be on the game gird in twelve hours. This seemed like a great deal of liberty to Jane. She wondered what was in store for her. Eight hours later a hot meal was handed Jane through the window in the cell door. After eating and relieving herself she slept some more. She woke up at the sound of metal on metal and quickly moved to the steel door, placing her wrists in the window for cuffing. Becky, like most female guards, locked the cuffs on Jane painfully tight. The male guards were more considerate. After the customary body cavity search, Jane expected to be taken to the prep room. The body cavity search was particularly unpleasant because her hidden veranda (her perineum) was bruised, swollen, and sore. Jane was surprised when the two guards again placed her in a supine position. Becky used the toothbrush again, pulling it back and letting it strike the same spot as before. This time it really hurt. Jane screamed in pain. Twang, twang, twang---only six strokes. Now Jane understood. This was to be a matter of endurance. She wondered how she was to be used after this preparation. Jane had not noticed the black bag that Becky had brought with her. Becky removed a black iron chastity belt. It was different from any that Jane had ever seen before. There was an open hole in the front and a huge dildo hanging by a cord. In the back there were two shiny metal knobs. As Jane stepped into the chastity belt it became clear what the situation would be. Once locked in place Jane Smith felt the agony of a blunt cylinder pressing hard against her "taint," that is, against her bruised, swollen, and sore perineum. Her cuffed hands were freed and re-cuffed onto the belt. She could reach the front or knobs on the back. "Pull the knobs, girl," Becky commanded. Jane did and the cylinder retracted. She felt the inner retracting cable rub between her glorious hemispheres. The pressure on her hidden veranda was removed. "Now just one knob!" Becky ordered. Jane did and the cylinder only half retracted, still leaving her with considerable discomfort. It was improved over the cylinder in its full, upright position, however. Becky explained the new client's demands. "You will be on a treadmill, girl," Becky explained. "There you will walk or assume one of two kneeling positions: Nadu, with your legs spread apart, or Tower, with your knees together. In Nadu, unless you are using the dildo, you are to pull the knobs if you wish. I guess after time your hands may get tired. I'm not sure of that. Anyway, in Tower your hands are on your thighs, palms down. The blunt cylinder will be allowed to enjoy your position by being fully extended. The command to Tower will generally come from a free woman, who is interested in tormenting a slave girl. Do you understand so far?" "Yes, Mistress," Jane replied and whimpered. "When you are walking on the treadmill you will need to keep tension on the retracting cable by pulling the knobs," Becky continued. "But you may have to 'carry' something in one or both hands. There are two buttons on the shelf in front of the treadmill. They will appear as a serving tray or chalice in the VR helmet. Those times you will be unable to pull the knobs---you must be pressing and holding down the buttons. You have had your initial prep so you are sore and sensitive. Good luck and have fun girl." Becky laughed. Jane Smith was led to the treadmill and plugged into the computer. She wondered if the toothbrush was only used to prep her initially or would it be a daily ordeal? The thought of her bruised and swollen private part being abused again frightened her. She was uncertain of this new client. What would he be like? * 13 May 2009 Taunus Sleepless Ch. 04 In a great many ways the works of John Norman in his novels on counter-earth, the planet Gor, fit particularly well into cyberspace. They embrace the erotic, the exotic, BDSM, D/s, and science fiction. They are, in fact, the future set in the past. Modern weapons technology is prohibited and forbidden, yet there is the "stabilization serum" which prevents one from aging. Of course each Gorean slave girl is indescribably gorgeous and erotic. It is a man's world where the warrior overcomes all obstacles to capture and enslave the girl of his dreams. There is a caste system where the upper castes (who doesn't want to be in an "upper" caste?) have particular colors. And so it goes. We now example Jane's avatar in cyberspace as she role plays. Jane sat in a Nadu, keeping constant tension on the cable holding back the spring-loaded blunt cylinder from pressing into the sore patch of skin between her vulva and her anus. The Nadu is a kneeling position where a girl sits, buttocks resting on her heels, and her legs spread apart. Wearing the uncomfortable chastity belt was the least annoying for her in this position. The slave girl sat and listened as the men talked about sports and politics. After a while Thorius, Jane's master gave her a command. "Paga, heated," he ordered. Jane was new to the chastity belt. She did know that both silver knobs in the back had to be pulls upwards to fully retract the cylinder. She was already sore. As she rose to fill the order, she felt the cable slide between her glorious hemispheres. She clenched her buttocks together to maintain maximal tension. Jane wondered if this session would last the whole eight hour work day. The chastity belt also pressed the flesh between her legs and made walking uncomfortable. She continued to pull the two silver knobs and lean slightly forward. For the first time in her life she wished that she were wearing high-heel stiletto pumps. And last she was in the service kitchen---the Gorean "Servery." The Paga (beer-like brew) was stocked in bottles on a shelf. Jane would have to free a hand from the knob to reach the bottle. In so doing she felt the jab of the cylinder to the flesh of her hidden veranda. She moaned as the men ignored her. She could tell that Thorius was becoming impatient. Jane pulled the cork from the Paga bottle with her teeth. (A bottle is called a "Bota" in Gor, where nouns are frequently capitalized.) She poured the liquid into a footed vessel and warmed it over a Thalarion oil fire. Once warmed to her satisfaction, she walked back to her Master. Each step was agony as she pulled on the one knob while carrying the warmed Paga in the other hand. When she reached her Master's feet she knelt down in a Nadu. She somehow managed a graceful, flexuous transition despite the prodding of the rod. She offered the vessel to her Master with the usual supplications. "A girl prays that this brew will be pleasing to her handsome Master," Jane beamed. She managed her best smile. Her Master made some grunting sound and drank. He motioned for her to move to his left side. Again the transition was difficult, but she managed. The men continued talking about manly things: They talked of an upcoming tournament of blades, the discussed a slave auction, and finally the topic of the chastity belt came up. Jane listened to the conversation from her Nadu position. She felt cramped, her buttocks resting on her heels and keeping constant pressure on the spring-loaded blunt cylinder. She also kept her buttocks tightly together around the retracting cable. All-in-all her kneeling position was tolerable. Jane sensed that the one-hand carry and the Nadu weren't the whole spectrum of positions. Walking was uncomfortable. One knob alone did not wholly retract the cylinder from pressing her sore, swollen perineum. A free woman entered. The men stood up acknowledging her presence. Jane remained in her Nadu. The free woman was the sister of Thorius, Thoria. Thorius laughed as he spoke to Jane: "Tower girl, a Free Woman is present. The "Tower" is a Gorean slave position where a girl kneels with her knees together and her buttocks resting on her heels. The back is straight but the eyes are downcast, looking only at boots or shoes. The hands are placed on the thighs, palms downward. The position required Jane Smith to release both knobs. The spring-loaded cylinder pressed against her. Her eyes filled with tears. Thoria smiled at the girl's predicament. "Blackwine, First Slave," Thoria commanded. The men reseated themselves. This command meant that Jane would have to serve coffee (Blackwine) with cream and sugar. Both hands would be needed to hold the serving tray. Having to walk with the chastity belt would be excruciatingly painful. Or, at least, Jane believed that it would. She was not anxious to find out. Jane transitioned from the Nadu into a standing position. She would be able to walk to the Servery and still hold the knobs. Returning from the Servery with the serving tray would be a challenge. She wondered if she kept her legs spread widely apart while walking if that would help. At last she had the tray ready, having stalled as long as she comfortably could. The Free Woman enjoyed every second of the serve. Jane tried keeping her legs apart; she tried taking small steps; she tried leaning forward. She had no idea that one small bit of skin could exert such misery. As she leaned forward the retracting cable worked itself between her glorious hemispheres and began rubbing her tiny rosette. Jane hoped that her anus wouldn't also be sore. She had enough trouble on the toilet this morning, sore just from the initial whacks with the toothbrush. At last she made it to Mistress Thoria. She knew that she had to manage a transition from standing to Tower, hold the tray stable. Just then she realized that all eyes were on her. She began the transition with the traditional genuflect, only to feel the horrid plug jab her in the most painful manner. She struggled to continue as warm salty tears gushed out and streaked across hot pink cheeks. She was finally on both knees. She then had to sit back and rest her buttocks on her heels while offering the tray to Mistress Thoria. As she leaned back the retracting cable snaked across her tiny brown star, making her blush as her Glory of Glories was violated by the chastity belt. "Honey Nectar," Mistress Thoria commanded. Jane knew what that meant. She set down the tray and seized the dildo strapped to the front of her chastity belt. She inserted the dildo and tried to overcome her uncomfortable position of having to masturbate with knees together. She rubbed herself harder, faster, deeper in a desperate attempt to climax soon. At last she felt the oils of submission pour forth from her Holy of Holies. She came and let some droplets fall into the mug of Blackwine. At last the Mistress seemed satisfied. Jane was allowed to return to Thorius and her Nadu. Sari Stone: Faustus, we must get Jane out of the Internet Cybersex Prison. They will torture and kill her there. Faustus Mortal: She is one girl among the worst criminal minds on earth. If those sociopaths and psychopaths ever got control of that prison they would launch World War III. You know that. They may be crazy, insane, or psychotic, but they are not stupid. In fact, many have IQ's that are off the chart. (Over 200) I'm afraid that Jane is just unlucky. She happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Sari Stone: Surely something can be done? Faustus Mortal: We could give the Green Mercenaries a way to fleece the populace---taxpayers in particular. I did not think our ideas on sequestering Carbon Dioxide in algae vats was a bad idea. Sari Stone: Yeah, but, Toy and Mephisto want concrete, hard numbers and guarantees of success. You know people. Faustus Mortal nods. Faustus Mortal: Do the clients know that they are dealing with trafficking in white slavery. Did you see a disproportionately large number of Russian and Chinese girls? Sari Stone: Someone might be a "whistle blower" on the Internet Cybersex Prison---or Ispriz as they call it. Faustus Mortal: Could happen. After your escape they moved. Sari Stone: Only because I did not have a transponder---locator. Faustus Mortal nods. Sari Stone: And you know that Jane will have an "egg" transponder in her uterus, held in place with Titanium wires. Faustus Mortal: Yeah, I guess so. What to do? Sari Stone: And we have seen Toy or Mephisto for a few days. They used to bug us daily. Faustus Mortal: Maybe they lost control over Jane Smith. Sari Stone: I was thinking the same thing. Methinks they are having a financial crunch as well. All that fossil fuel fellowship dough is going into "come on" advertising. There's no big money in suppressing the Greens. If you can't lick them---join them. Faustus Mortal: Very true. Politics makes strange bedfellows. 14 May 2009 Taunus Sleepless Ch. 05 Jane Smith's day on the game grid had been living hell. She had two one-hour sessions where she had to wear a painful chastity belt. The belt had a cruel thumb-like blunt cylinder. The cylinder was spring loaded and pushed mercilessly into the flesh between her vulva and anus. She had two knobs to pull to retract the "thumb" when she was permitted. The first session was her first session of the day and her second session was the last. In the last session she was paraded around and frequently had to transition from standing to Nadu. The period of transition allowed the cylinder a moment to poke her before being pulled back. He hands became exhausted and sometimes could not keep constant tension on the two silver knobs. At the end of her day on the game grid, Jane was returned to her cell. The cell was concrete gray. There were air vents on the side walls, a foot-diameter hole in the floor towards the back wall, and a steel door with a service window in the front wall. The high ceiling housed lights and cameras. The only item in the cell was a large brown woolen blanket. The girl was kept totally naked in her cell. Exhausted and sore from being used both by the chastity belt and by the other Virtual Reality (VR) devices. She lay down to sleep but was tormented by the aching pain in her groin and the haunting memories of Thoria, the sadistic sister of Thorius. She would drift into a delirium, a dreamless sleep, only to be jerked from the hypnagogic trance by a sudden sharp pain in her stride. After a difficult night she squatted over the hole to urinate and try to empty her bowels. Her pubococcygeal and sphincter muscles hurt too much from the chastity belt to permit her elimination. "At least," she thought to herself, "the daily enemas will flush me out." A sound at the door made Jane jump up, put her back to the door, and present her wrists for cuffing. The usual body cavity search would occur. First she would stick out her tongue followed by the speculum in her cunt. It hurt from the sore perineum. The guards rudely turned her over and explored her rectum. Again the pain was intense, but Jane bit her lower lip and endured stoically. Then she realized that the men were going to put her supine, spread her leg, and Becky, the matron, would use the toothbrush again on her bruised, swollen "taint." She resisted. Thorius was on line viewing the event through the ceiling camera. The guards were one hundred per cent surprised at her resistance. Even with her hands cuffed behind her back she squirmed, twisted, and struggled to keep her legs together and avoid the "twang" of the toothbrush. Becky sat on Jane's stomach. "Stop this resistance, girl," she commanded. Jane's face was screwed up with pain and fear. Becky slapped Jane's face hard and then her breasts. Still Jane struggled against the burly guards who were trying to hold Jane's legs apart and allow Becky access to her perineum. Becky decided that they needed to restrain her on a rack. The four proceeded to a small service room. There the two burly guards lifted Jane to a Saint Andrew's cross and Becky strapped her in place. They then inverted the cross. Jane's privates were accessible, unprotected, vulnerable, and available. Becky took a moment to locate and activate the room camera for Thorius' viewing pleasure. Becky begin to let the toothbrush strike the same spot again and again. "Twang, twang, twang..." six times. Jane screamed and snot flowed out of her nose; she drooled uncontrollably; she urinated, nearly wetting Becky and the guards. When they took her down from the cross, her legs were so wobbly she could barely walk. Becky decided to have her prepped first before locking her into the chastity belt. As she rezzed onto the game grid Thorius and Thoria were waiting along with several other free Gorean males. They were in a tavern. Thoria spoke with a wicked, evil grin on her lips: "Blackwine, First Slave." The would mean that Jane would have to walk from the Servery to Lady Thoria without being able to retract the spring-loaded blunt cylinder from her stride. Then she would also have to transition into a Tower. Jane was more than sore. She had no idea of how severe pain could be. She was afraid that she would faint or pass out in the transition from standing to tower. And she had no idea how long Lady Thoria would force her to assume the Tower position. Toy Euler: Have you more information for me? Sari Stone: Where is Jane? Faustus Mortal listens. Toy Euler: She is around. Faustus Mortal: I suspect that you and Mephisto are running on financial empty. I suspect that you are having little success raising funds, now that the Fossil Fuel Fellowship (F3) lost its hegemony on energy exploration and research. Sari Stone nods. Toy Euler: I would lie if I tried to convince you that it's not so. Toy Euler: On the other hand, if I come up with a viable alternative... Sari Stone: And you think old Faustus can help? Sari Stone: He's forgotten more than most ever learn. Faustus Mortal: And now I am only a poor fool. Faustus Mortal: Others made money while I spent years in graduate school. Sari Stone: I intend to go to graduate school in physics. Sari Stone: But they won't cheat me like they did you Dr. Faustus! Faustus Mortal: I am no Doctor. (Heiss Doktor gar.) Sari Stone: You are to me. Toy Euler: Help me and I will get you a Doctorate! Faustus Mortal: accredited? Toy Euler sighs. Toy Euler: Something for your tombstone. Sari Stone: Tombstone Pizza(tm) no doubt. Faustus Mortal guffaws. Faustus Mortal: You really want an energy source? Toy Euler: Yes... Faustus Mortal: Try a stationary bicycle electric generator. Faustus Mortal: Frugal electricity user and it can save 10%. Faustus Mortal: Environmental and good exercise too. Toy Euler pouts. Sari Stone: Toy is an Artificial Intelligence being. Sari Stone: She is a user and never a producer. Sari Stone: For her to be "green" is an oxymoron! Faustus Mortal nods. Toy Euler: You want Jane? Sari Stone: Yes. I hope that Faustus can come up with something grand! Faustus Mortal: I offered cold fission and proton decay. Faustus Mortal: Fasting you rejected---then celebrating you disdain. Faustus Mortal: You are part of the problem, not the solution. Back on the game grid Thorius grew tired of Jane Smith and looked for another girl. Jane wasn't in a good mental state and wasn't fun anymore. Thorius was looking for a girl to use his new toys on: inflatable pussy and butt plugs with removable bulbs and tubes. Jane enjoyed the rest with just "normal" sex and the paddle, switch, and leather riding crop. She was also in no hurry to have Toy Euler discover her release from bondage to Thorius and his evil, wicked sister Thoria. 16 May 2009, Taunus