0 comments/ 24641 views/ 7 favorites Cindi Ch. 01 By: Taunus The following short story is cast in the future. It is purely fictional. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This is Cindi's story. Cindi is an eighteen-year-old, American-born Asian girl. She is very shy. Cindi is a freshman at a university near her home; she is majoring in English and History. Unbeknown to her parents is Cindi's burning desire to join the environmental movement. Her oriental family is extremely conservative and opposes any government limitations on Carbon Dioxide emissions or other environmental safeguards. Cindi reaches out via the Internet. This turns out to be a very bad idea. Cindi meets Robert on-line. Robert has been active in liberal causes and green activism for some time. They exchange e-mails and chat. Later their relationship matures and they swap pictures and relate personal information. Cindi's family is very strict---she is only allowed to date boys from known families. In effect, this means that Cindi simply doesn't date. She is incredibly naïve in the social culture of dating and interaction. She always attends parties with her parents; only a few occidentals are present; and, they are generally ultra-conservatives. Robert is a revolutionary and almost an anarchist. Cindi finds all of this exciting, thrilling, and euphoric. He is so different from the other young men she has encountered. They are so "yuppy," so materialistic, and so conformist. Robert disdains bourgeois values and espouses proletariat causes, the first of which being a battle against the hegemony of fossil fuels. Cindi has found a passion. Robert is also a romantic, writing erotic poetry for Cindi. She decides that Robert is one to "kill or die for." Unfortunately, this may well turn out to be the case. It is written that one should only pray for what one needs. It is also written: "Be careful what you pray for---you just might get it." Cindi lies in bed masturbating, thinking of Robert, and hoping for some e-mail. Cindi has to use her fingers. If she dared get a dildo or vibrator then her mother might discover it. That would lead to a severe confrontation. Cindi notices that her fantasies are becoming darker and more serious. She is now dreaming of being bound in various ways and raped. She sometimes wakes up shuddering at the dreaded thought of being sodomized. But for now, in a conscious or hypnagogic state, her mind is flooded with images of Robert and civil disobedience. She fantasizes of being beside him in violent street demonstrations; she also imagines bucolic safe houses where sex is intense and frequent. Cindi cums hard. She struggles to her feet and wipes her wet pussy with a Kleenex(tm) tissue. Checking her e-mail, she finds nothing new, and decides to do some reading and homework before bed. Her mother enters her bedroom, observes her doing homework, and exits quietly. Cindi resents her mother's intrusions and monitoring a maximum; however, she can find no exit or escape other than her Internet chats and e-mails with Robert. She murmurs a prayer to be "one with her lover Robert." It comes to pass that a new e-mail appears. There is to be a demonstration at the university tomorrow. Robert wants to know if Cindi will meet him in the main mall at lunch. Cindi is ecstatic. She feels that her dreams have all come true and her prayers have been answered. --- The demonstration is well underway. Cindi is waiting at the Student Union Building where Robert is to meet her. While she is waiting, she chats with a friend, Sandi: "I am like so excited. Where did all these people come from Sandi? I've never seen so many people on campus." "There are rumors that the demonstration went viral and that anarchists, nihilist, neo-Luddites, and technophobes are joining in," Sandi suggests. "But I'm not sure. Things certainly seem louder and more raucous than before." "Oh my," Cindi interjects, "look at the tear gas. Some of the students are throwing rocks and bottles at the police." Just then Robert approaches the two girls. He is wearing the usual student mufti with a baseball cap. The cap has a star on it. The five-pointed star is half red, half black. The red is for communism and the black is for anarchy. The red side is on the star's left side, facing the observer. He seems surprised to see a second girl, Sandi. "Cindi," he remarks, "I thought you would be alone. Who is your gorgeous friend?" Cindi blushes. She has always felt less attractive than her Caucasian friend Sandi. Sandi is a tall blonde with "C" cups; Cindi is an Asian brunette with hard, firm "A" cups. Sandi is five-foot six to Cindi's five-foot one. Sandi is 35C-25-35; Cindi would never reveal her petite measurements. Cindi replies: "This is my friend Sandi." Cindi notices Robert and Sandi exchanging glances with jealous eyes. "Well," Robert suggests, "let's get into the demonstration. There is a speaker from the Socialist Workers Party at the fountain." "I'd rather not go there," Sandi tells the two, "the crowd looks too threatening." Robert pouts. "How about you, Cindi?" Robert asks. Cindi and Sandi exchange glances. Cindi wonders if Robert would not go if she asked. Cindi then feels that Sandi might bird dog her. She tosses caution to the wind and replies: "I'm in." "Good!" Robert replies and the two leave Sandi at the Student Union Building. As they depart Robert shouts back to Sandi: "Nice meeting you." As they walk over to the fountain, Robert holds Cindi's hand. She looks up at him, eyes full of happiness and fulfillment. "So we won't get separated in the crowd," he speaks with a wicked evil grin on his face. Cindi feels the lust swell in her pussy. She is glad to leave Sandi behind to have Robert all to herself. He is a tall young man with sandy brown hair and freckles. He has nondescript hazel eyes. The crowd thickens. Just then someone in the crowd tosses a hand grenade at the police line. The explosion tosses debris and body parts everywhere. This is the work of an anarchist. A second grenade goes off and everyone scatters, running for their lives. Cindi is knocked down and loses touch with Robert. The next thing she knows is that she is being cuffed and taken into a police van. She is splattered with blood. Her first thought is that she has been injured. Then she realizes that the blood is not hers. It is Roberts, although she will not know that until later. As the van departs, mechanized militia and military units converge on the university. This was not the peaceful demonstration it was supposed to be. A crowd is herded to identification stations. Here they are being photographed, fingerprinted, and otherwise identified. Most are issued tickets and released. A few are singled out for detention. Cindi is afraid of what her parents might say. Then she is in front of a desk. A police officer checks her student ID, fingerprints, and photograph. They take a DNA swab. Cindi notices that the desk sergeant is taking much longer than usual processing her. This cannot be good. A police lieutenant comes by and the Sergeant and the Lieutenant talk. Then the Lieutenant cuffs Cindi and reads her her rights. She has been identified with Robert, a known terrorist and saboteur. She is removed from the general population and taken to a secured holding area. Cindi is now terrified. She was afraid that her parents might find out before; now she is afraid that they won't find out that she has been arrested and detained. She begins to cry. The minutes turn into hours. Cindi can hear muffled noises from outside of her cell. There is a uni-purpose water fountain, sink, urinal, and toilet in her cell. It is a holding cell in the deep bowels of the police station. She drinks some tap water. The taste of Chlorine momentarily nauseates her. In her home they only drink purified bottled water. She finally gives into the burning urge to urinate. Cindi pulls up her dress and drops her white panties and tries to squat without touching the rim of the toilet. As she is in mid-stream of her urination the cell door opens and the Lieutenant from the in-processing station and a female officer enter. Cindi is scarlet with embarrassment. "What are you looking at?" She shouts. She is unable to staunch the urine flow and pulls up her panties wetting them. The entering pair can't help but chuckle. "You are in a heap of trouble young lady," the Lieutenant says. "You have been supporting and aiding a known eco-terrorist. He is responsible for many deaths and bombings. I'm afraid that your days in the shadows are over. That hand grenade attack killed several police and scores of students." Cindi is conscious of her wet panties and the wet spot on her dress. She opens her mouth to protest but then reflects on her legal rights. "I want to talk to my parents," she demands. "You are not a criminal," the female officer retorts. "You are an enemy combatant. From now on you are a prisoner of war and more still. As a terrorist, you basically have forfeited all of your rights. Soon you will be transported to a suitable detention center. Yours specializes in girls from 18 to 24: The Internet Cybersex Prison." Cindi is now fearful of the worst. She now feels that the rumors about illegal incarcerations and abductions are true. There have been stories about innocent bystanders being imprisoned for years, decades even, by the forces bought and paid for by the fossil fuel conglomerates. --- Cindi lies down on the thin rubber mattress and tries to sleep. From time to time she hears doors opening and closing or water running. In the morning the cell door opens and a female corrections officer brings her some breakfast: a baloney sandwich, an apple, and a half-pint of milk. "You leave in an hour. Make sure that you use the toilet. It's going to be a long trip." Cindi eats and sits on the toilet but is unable to defecate. She is used to having her own room and bath. She lives, or lived, in a five-bedroom, three-bath house with her mother, father, and younger brother. Mother and father stay in the master bedroom and her brother and her each keep a bathroom as their own. The hour passes and the police lieutenant and the female corrections officer return. They cuff Cindi's hands behind her back and pull a black bag over her head. She is led to a waiting cattle truck full of similarly bound girls. There is a smell of body odor, urine, and diesel fuel. Cindi is made to sit between another girl's legs. Her legs are spread and another girl is seated with her butt to Cindi's belly. "Butts to belly," a harsh female voice commands. Soon the cattle truck is loaded and it departs. Cindi twists and squirms. There is some conversation going on between girls. "What did you do?" One asks. "I was just listening to a speech when all of a sudden there were explosions. The next thing I knew I was in a cell. Then I am here. I never even got a chance to call my parents or a lawyer or nobody." The other conversations are along similar lines. The girl in front of Cindi eases her cuffed hands down to Cindi's crotch. She begins petting Cindi's pussy. She leans her head back to Cindi and whispers: "This will relax you and make you feel better. Trust me." Cindi starts to complain, but the intimate feeling for a blindfolded and bound girl overcomes her natural inclination. After some while she is aroused and is able to relax. Cindi wonders about the girl behind her but decides not to try and pet her. Cindi climaxes soaking her white cotton panties. She then drifts into a turbulent sleep. After a long time she awakens. The girl behind her whispers to her: "Were you able to make poop this morning?" "No, no way," Cindi answers. "Me either," the girl behind her whispers. "Do you think that they will give us a rest stop?" At that Cindi had to laugh out loud. "I think they expect us to 'shift for ourselves,'" Cindi responds. And this turns out to be the case. At last they arrive at an isolated airport and are loaded on board, with wrists still cuffed behind their backs and black bags over their heads. Two of the girls have wet themselves already and one is having her period. Their requests to their handlers go unanswered. --- The flight is long. Each girl is strapped into a seat. The interior of the transport plane has a bad odor. Being confined to a seat for hours, every girl has eventually wet herself and some are sitting in their own feces. When the plane finally does land, the girls are removed one by one to a processing warehouse. The temperature is much below freezing. This is Siberia. This is the Internet Cybersex Prison. The black bag is removed from each girl's head as she exits the plane into the blinding white. Each girl is rushed from the plane, down a ramp, and into a large, overheated warehouse. The concrete floor of the warehouse is warm, due to water circulating from a nuclear reactor deep underground. As a girl is taken in to the processing stations she is first photographed, fingerprinted, and has a DNA sample taken. Then her clothes are cut from her by attending inmates, each of whom is naked except for a stainless steel collar and a steel chastity belt. The soiled clothes are tossed into a bin for incineration. Each girl's shoes are removed; shoes with laces are tied together; shoes without laces are put together in a brown bag, which is then stapled shut. The shoes are donated to charity. After their clothing is removed all jewelry, studs, rings, and the like are collected. Rings are cut off if necessary. The naked girl is photographed from many angles and positions. The girls are taken one by one to have their hair sheared away with electric clippers. Their head hair and pubic hair is cut to a stubble, not a shaven, smooth trimming. Their armpits are untouched. Hirsute, hairy armpits are a mark of slavery in the Internet Cybersex Prison. Only trusted inmates are allowed to shave their pussies smooth and their armpits. Fingernails and toenails are clipped to the quick. The girls are soaped, showered, and rinsed. The stainless steel collar is attached and locked. Later a collar with a girl's name and barcode will be electric arc welded in place. After this initial induction, a girl meets her handler, a female matron. Hair is a special concern in processing. Cindi had long, straight oriental hair. Her hair was never washed in detergents or dyed. Her hair was carefully removed to be used in artificial hairpieces. Cindi was especially disturbed in the loss of her head hair. She was also annoyed by the stubble in her armpits and the knowledge that hairy armpits were to be her way of life for henceforth. At last Cindi is face-to-face with someone assigned to her. "I am Mimi, Cindi," a Russian lady informs her. "You will be mine until you reach 25. At that age you will be transferred elsewhere. These two uniformed guards, Peter and Dale, are my assistants. You will address me as 'Mistress' and them as 'Master.' You have much to learn. So, let's get you to your cell, girl." "Cell?" Cindi asks. Mimi slaps Cindi's face hard. She retorts: "Cell, Mistress." "Cell, Mistress?" Cindi asks again. "Yes, girl," Mimi says. "It is a ten-foot cube with a blanket and a drain hole. There you will remain when not on the game grid or being prepped. You will always be cuffed or tethered when not in your cell." With that Mimi looked to Dale, who rudely pulled Cindi's hands behind her back and fastened on handcuffs. Mimi attached a leash to Cindi's collar. There is a small loop in the front of the collar for chain or leash. The quartet, Cindi, Mimi, Dale, and Peter, head for Cindi's cell. Mimi explains the steel door to the cell: "This steel door has a sliding panel. Whenever we wish to enter the room, we slide open this panel. See?" Mimi slides open and shut the panel. "You are to put your back to the door and present your wrists for handcuffs. Once you are securely cuffed, we will enter. When we exit, again present your wrists for removal of the cuffs. Understood?" Cindi recalls the severe bitch-slap and replies: "Yes, Mistress." Cindi observes that Dale has three chevrons on his sleeve where Peter has only two. Clearly Dale outranks Peter. Mimi seems to be the one in charge. Cindi listens as Mimi continues her lecture. "There are several cameras in the door, above the panel. They allow a full 3D look inside the room. There are also overhead cameras," Mimi continues, "so you are always being observed. In short, you have zero privacy. Notice the drain hole. It is a foot in diameter and located opposite the door. Whenever you urinate or defecate, you must keep eye contact with the door camera. Understood?" "Yes, Mistress," Cindi answers. "Most Mistresses allow their girls to squat over the drain hole or cover themselves with the blanket," Mimi explains, "but not me. You must always be totally naked when you use the hole. I want you to kneel in the 'Cutie' position." Mimi holds up a card showing the basic kneeling positions, including: Tower, Nadu, and Cutie. The Cutie position is a kneeling position, knees spread far apart, buttocks between inner calves, feet spread far apart with toes pointing outwards. This position is obviously stressful and would be difficult for any extended period of time. "Yes, Mistress," Cindi responds, "kneel not squat over drain hole." "Now notice the ceiling, girl," Mimi continues. Peter and Dale are growing restless, but continue their wait. Cindi looks up. There is a Plexiglas(tm) ceiling protection about six inches below the concrete overhead. "There are fluorescent lights, cameras, and other devices located behind that safety barrier. Don't try to break or disable them. Understood?" "Yes, Mistress," Cindi answers. "There is more, much much more to relate," Mimi tells Cindi. "But for now Dale will feed you and you must sleep; tomorrow is a big day." The three depart from Cindi's cell. She backs to the door and feels the handcuffs being removed. Gratefully she lies down on the thick brown woolen blanket and slips into a deep sleep. An hour or so later Dale opens the panel in the door and hands Cindi two large bowls. One full of water and the other full of some cooked cereal or grain. "You have two minutes to consume all and return the empty bowls. Eat up girl." Dale enjoys watching the girl eat with her fingers. She is a product of opulence and wealth, not accustomed to such plebeian treatment. Somehow she is able to finish all just as Dale demands the bowls back. There is food around her mouth and on her fingers. No tissue, toilet paper, or Kotex(tm) is in her cell, only her, the blanket, and her steel collar. --- Cindi woke in the middle of the night with a serious urge to purge. She ambled over to the drain hole and positioned herself as instructed. She had to press her palms to her upper legs to hold the position. There must have been some laxative in the food, or maybe it was just the travel and stress. Once done she realized that she was unable to cleanse herself. A truly disgusting situation. She crawled back to the blanket to continue her sleep. The sound of metal on metal wakes up Cindi. She jolts to the door and presents her hands behind her back for cuffing. This time it is Mimi who locks on the handcuffs. Mimi locks the cuffs as tightly as possible. Cindi is very uncomfortable but decides not to risk talking until she understands the situation. The three enter. Peter seizes Cindi by her jaw and forces three fingers into her mouth. Peter is wearing Latex(tm) gloves. They leave a chemical taste. Cindi is forced to drool over her chin and chest. She is embarrassed at the invasion. Dale and Peter lower Cindi on her back. She squirms and writhes as her cuffed wrists find a position of minimal pain and discomfiture. Dale and Peter each seize a leg and fold Cindi's knees to her chest, exposing her privates. Mimi rubs Cindi's stubbly hypogastric triangle. "A little five o'clock shadow girl?" She muses. Cindi blushes. Mimi is delighted to see embarrassment and humiliation in her latest ward. She tells the girl: "Now for the speculum, Cindi." Mimi shows Cindi the duckbill device. She opens it and uses a thumbscrew to lock in into an open position. Cindi shudders and shakes. Mimi lubricates the speculum with an ample amount of K.Y. Jelly and tries to insert the medical appliance. Cindi Ch. 01 There is a problem. Cindi is a virgin. The speculum doesn't want to go in. Mimi smiles. "You are a virgin, Cindi," Mimi announces. "This means that some lucky person will be able to bust your cherry. You have great value at the moment. You are a prized commodity." "Please Mistress," Cindi begs. "Dale, do her anal exam," Mimi commands. Mimi and Dale exchange places. Dale rubs some Vaseline(tm) petroleum jelly on his Latex(tm) covered fingers and starts spreading her glorious hemispheres. Cindi clenches her ass cheeks together, keeping Dale from reaching her rosette. "Is she holding back on you, Dale?" "She is resisting, Mam," Dale replies. "Should I force the issue?" "No," Mimi replies, "she is new. Get the butt spreader." Dale goes into his backpack and returns with a savage device. Mimi and Peter turn Cindi onto her stomach and Dale wraps a belt around Cindi's waist and pulls it tight. He then pulls two nylon straps between Cindi's legs and starts pulling her ass cheeks apart. She is unable to prevent the involuntary contraction of her buttocks and the sphincter lock of her anus. Pulling ever harder, Dale separates Cindi's ass cheeks and exposes her tiny, taut, tight anus. He rubs Vaseline(tm) all over it. "Relax," Mimi commands, "relax Cindi. This is going to happen. If you continue to resist, you will be injured." "I am trying, Mistress," Cindi cries. Tears are flowing and her nose is running. She is drooling and sweating profusely. Dale is becoming impatient. "Virgin and tight asshole. I want to fist this little slut until she is no longer anally retentive." Peter grins. Mimi frowns. "Just get one finger in for now," Mimi orders, "we have first day things to do right now. There is an eternity for you to work the girl." Now Dale smiles and Cindi dreads what may lie ahead. With considerable difficulty Dale is finally able to insert an index finger into Cindi's rectum. The three gather themselves up and exit the room. Cindi follows them to the door and presents her tightly cuffed wrists to the door panel. "Not today, darling," Mimi whispers, "not today. A girl's tight asshole can keep her cuffed all night long." Later in the day Dale comes with the two bowls. Cindi is hungry, thirsty, and suffering from the tight handcuffs. "Come to the door and get your food, girl," Dale says. "How can I cuffed like this?" Cindi asks, then quickly adds "Master." "Would a girl like to offer something for special service?" Dale inquires. "Oh Master, yes," Cindi responds. She then realizes that all she has to offer is her virgin cunt and her overly tight asshole. Still, hunger and thirst consume her. She shuffles the blanket around and kneels, assuming the Cutie position, uncomfortable as it may be it thrills the dominant male. Dale enters the cell and places her food on the floor. He retrieves a spoon from his backpack and offers Cindi a bite. She is ravished. Then he brings the water to her parched, chapped lips. The posh beauty is now a humble sex slave. "You know what I want in return for this, don't you girl?" Dale asks. "Yes, Master," Cindi answers. "I am yours for the taking." "Does a girl beg to be used?" Dale inquires. "Oh yes Master," Cindi begs. She is revolted by her own words. No man has ever touched her taboo treasure trove before today. The very thought of being unable to clean herself and having to allow fingers to grope and molest her is unconscionable. After being fed and watered Cindi leans forward raising her rear end. Dale wipes Vaseline(tm) on his Latex(tm) covered fingers and presses the crack of Cindi's ass. "Shove it in Master," Cindi begs. "Make a girl hurt!" Dale does exactly that, putting the index finger atop his middle finger he forces her ass cheeks apart and drives into her rectum. Once in he aligns his fingers side-by-side, stretching her anus mercilessly. Cindi cries out. "Quiet girl," Dale commands. "Never cry out. Especially when being punished. You will receive double lashes." Cindi blanches. "A girl did not know that, Master," she confesses. "But she knows now." "When Mistress punishes a girl," Dale relates, "she strives to get the girl to scream or shriek to multiply the number of lashes. Dale curls his fingers and pulls them out with a wet "snap." There is a tiny trace of blood in the petroleum jelly. "A girl bled a little. Let me clean her up and add antibiotic cream." Cindi is finally able to relax the muscles of her glutes and her anal sphincters. "Does Master really want to fist a girl?" Cindi asks. "Yes, I have been wanting to fist a girl for weeks, months even," Dale confesses. "But there are rules, written and unwritten. For a ranking guard such as myself, only three finger insertion at a maximum is permitted. Unless, of course, some 'special situation' permits itself." Dale tells Cindi. "What might a 'special situation' be, Master," Cindi queries Dale. "If a girl deeply and sincerely desires to please by making such a submission and---more importantly---if there is a paying client demanding such service," Dale explains. "But the matron still may refuse the request, as it might cost on the game grid. The greatest weight is on the client's requests. However few clients are into anal fisting, the majority, by far, are into vaginal fisting, which is more reversible and less debilitating than anal fisting." Dale glances at his watch and speaks: "It is late, I must go now." "Master," Cindi pleads, "can you loosen my handcuffs some? Please!" "For sure, girl," Dale responds, "only tighten them back before Mistress arrives in the morning." Dale loosens her cuffs, grabs his stuff, and takes off to make his rounds. 18 Nov 2011 Taunus Trumbo Cindi Ch. 02 The following short story is cast in the future. It is purely fictional. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. * Cindi stirs as she hears the panel in the steel door to her cell slide open. She quickly tightens her handcuffs and presents them to the open panel. Mimi checks the cuffs and unlocks the door. The trio, Mimi, Sergeant Dale, and Corporal Peter, enter. Peter does the oral cavity search on Cindi. Three fingers of his Latex(tm) gloved hand invade her mouth. He presses her tongue down, opening her mouth and making her drool. The saliva runs over her chin and drips on her breasts. Dale and Peter lower Cindi to the floor, each raising a leg to her chest and exposing her underpinnings and privates. Mimi checks and reassures herself that Cindi is still a virgin. "You are in luck, Cindi," Mimi tells her. "A wealthy Japanese businessman wants to see you role play a Geisha girl in a blood auction. You get to wear a wig and shave that gorgeous pussy of yours smooth. He wants both Real Life penetration and avatar. You are scheduled for a state-of-the-art Geisha avie. Fancy that! You have done well already for the prison, girl. Now let's let Dale have at that Glory of Glories, your taboo treasure trove." Dale and Mimi exchange places. Dale rubs Vaseline(tm) petroleum jelly on his fingers and begins to pry Cindi's ass cheeks apart. She still hasn't been able to completely overcome her involuntary clenching of her buttocks. Mimi calls for the ass cheek spreader. "This is the last time, girl," Mimi threatens. "Next time the spreader is needed your anus will feel the sting of a riding crop. There will be five lashes. Does a girl understand?" "Yes Mistress," Cindi replies, "a girl understands." Dale works two well-lubricated fingers into her rectum. Mimi observes and smiles. She comments: "You have been practicing with this girl, haven't you Dale?" "So, if I have?" he replies. "I know you are obsessed with fisting a girl's back door. But it will just have to wait until she has finished making money for the prison. This blood auction will be well publicized, there will be scores, if not hundreds, of viewers. And we need to wait for a dedicated client. Anal fisting is expensive on the web. Especially for a gorgeous, petite Asian girl." Mimi tells Dale. Cindi does not let on that Dale groped her yesterday. Again he curls his fingers inside her large colon and pulls them out with a wet "smack." Cindi writhes and squirms in pain. Again there is a tiny trace of blood in the Vaseline(tm) on Dale's fingers. Dale shows Mimi and Cindi. Cindi retches but has nothing in her stomach to vomit. "Your hemorrhoids will be my plaything," Dale jokes. "Remember, she's a commodity," Mimi warns Dale. "Yes Mam," Dale replies. "This tiny trace means nothing. I am putting an antibiotic ointment to help her heal now." "Good," Mimi remarks. "Now to the metalworker to get her outfitted with a personal steel collar welded in place. And we may stop by the toy room. I think our little Geisha might want an anal delight." Cindi frowns. She cannot believe that a man has been groping her asshole. And that she encourages him at that. The worst part is that she actually enjoys it and is proud of the tiny trace of blood on his fingers. She is turned on by the experience. Cindi is not afraid of the riding crop, though she should be. She wonders when she will master control of her glorious hemispheres, the gateway to her Glory of Glories, her taboo rosette. The Internet Cybersex Prison is like some surrealistic dream to Cindi. All that once was forbidden her is now mandatory, required, and demanded. She has to display herself promiscuously. She has to encourage a man to finger her butt hole; she is to become a Geisha, or role play one. Finally she is to lose her virginity in front of cameras and cams. And now it looks like she will acquire a sex toy; this was often a fantasy of hers. Now it is a reality. Cindi can't help but notice that her pussy is dripping oils of submission. Mimi and Dale notice her heat as well. Only Peter has his mind elsewhere, on an upcoming sports event. It doesn't take long for the metalworker to spot weld a collar on Cindi. He asks if Mimi wishes for him to arc weld bracelets and anklets as well. Mimi declines: "She is for blood auction, we want to keep her simple. Luckily she has no tattoos or piercings. At eighteen, she has many good years for the prison. By the time this slut is twenty-four she will have a cavernous cunt and a gaping anus." Dale smiles at the thought of having a girl spread her buttocks to reveal her anus spread open. "We need to introduce Cindi to the game grid," Mimi tells Dale and Peter. "She will enjoy the 3D Virtual Reality (VR) helmet. And the black hard plastic butt plug. The butt plug is such a great sensor. With it no girl can fake an orgasm. The vital signs as well as Galvanic skin response, sphincter contractions, and the telltale undulation of the pubococcygeal muscles. Those involuntary responses are impossible to execute by shear will alone." Cindi frowns. She had hoped to preserve her sense of dignity and self-worth by faking orgasms. Now she must actually climax for some paying client. She feels more like a dog than a human being. 22 Nov 2011 Taunus Trumbo