0 comments/ 15870 views/ 0 favorites Leena_D2 By: Taunus This is a story about a fictitious place known as the Internet Cybersex Prison. Here the worst criminal minds among girls, ages 18 to 24, are incarcerated. They frequently are too dangerous to keep in normal prison populations. Here they are used in the most despicable ways imaginable. This story concerns one of the inmates and her matron. She is a beautiful, nineteen-year-old Asian girl named "Leena." She has had her feet locked into steel high heel shoes. Her ankles are tethered together with a two foot chain. As with each girl in the Internet Cybersex Prison, she has a steel slave collar welded about her neck. Her Domme is a sadistic, middle-aged matron named Chris. It is morning and Leena feels a mind-numbing pressure in her vagina. This is day two of her period. Yesterday she had a light flow and Chris placed a bright blue inflatable pussy plug into her vagina and inflated it. Chris then removed the black inflation bulb and connecting black rubber tubing, leaving no way for Leena to remove the offending device. Leena was left alone in her cell with her hands cuffed behind her back. The sliding panel opens in the door. As Chris, Gus, and Oleg enter the room Chris makes an announcement: "Our little dance queen is having her period. She should be feeling some pressure today. Let's pump her up some more." Oleg produces the inflation bulb and hose from his backpack. Chris wastes no time; she screws the tube onto the inflation bulb and then onto the prominent pussy plug. She doesn't even wait for Leena's body cavity search. The pussy plug goes in and the pumping begins. Leena is standing while this all takes place. Her knees grow weak at the the sadistic stretching. Gus and Oleg, the two uniformed male guards, support her from falling. Chris removes the bulb and tube, making removal impossible to the hapless girl. "Exercise time for a girl," Chris says to all present. "Un-cuff the girl! Ten push-ups Leena. Start now!" Leena struggles to position herself and begin the exercise regimen. When done she stands back up, grateful to regain use of her hands. "Who told you to stand, girl?" Chris asks. Leena gasps: "No one, Mistress." "A girl will remain in the 'front leaning rest position' until released," Chris says in a matter-of-fact tone. "Yes Mistress," Leena answers and gets back into position. "Jumping jacks, twenty count!" Chris orders. Leena hastens to exercise. Her pussy is on fire with pressure and the pain of irritation as she jumps back and forth. She tries to utter the count. "I can't hear you! The count is zero." Several times Leena is forced to restart her twenty counts of jumping jacks, to Chris's entertainment and amusement. At last she finishes and stands at attention, awaiting Chris's order. Now she has the burning need to urinate. "A girl needs to piss, Mistress," Leena begs. She is careful to say "piss" and not "urinate or pee." Chris tightly secures Leena's hands behind her back and positions her at Parade Rest facing a corner. For sure she will be standing there for some time holding her urine. The trio, Chris, Gus, and Oleg leave. A camera focused on the room records Leena's every move. Should she urinate, the time stamp will record the very moment. Leena's abdomen and her back both hurt. She shifts and writhes. Leena wishes that she could break Parade Rest and hold her legs together. With parted legs the difficulty in holding her urine is compounded. Leena thinks about things. Clearly Chris wants her to disobey an order or a command so that she may whip her. It is a battle of wills. For some reason, Chris seems to be obliged to give Leena an "out." Should she be able to endure holding her urine for some as yet unknown but specific period of time, then she would avoid the riding crop, bullwhip, or leather belt. Leena also observes that the girls are always cuffed with hands tied high above their heads when punished. Their hirsute underarms are always displayed and their legs spread widely apart, making their privates unprotected, available, and vulnerable. If only Leena knew the time she had to wait and the limits of punishment. It seems to Leena that an eternity is passing while she stands at Parade Rest, face to a corner. At long last she hears the telltale sound of boots and the keying of the door. The trio enter and the two guards seize Leena and position her above the one foot diameter drain hole in the floor. They pull her legs apart in the so-called "cutie" pose; her bright blue pussy plug rests against the back of the hole. Her privates are positioned above the hole so that her urine would flow directly in. Leena continues to hold on, knowing that failure to receive permission would result in punishment. After a suitable hiatus, Chris speaks: "Girl may urinate after she cums." "Mistress, please," Leena pleads, "how can a girl arouse herself with her arms painfully pinned behind her back and her abdomen bloated and congested?" "Girl will push pussy plug against the floor to arouse vagina," Chris answers. "Be grateful that this is available to you, Leena." Chris displays her wicked, evil grin (WEG). Leena is uncomfortable in the "Cutie" position. Her legs are splayed apart and her feet are flat sideways with the toes outwards. She is unable to rest on her legs but has to maintain pressure on her knees. It is hard to work the pussy plug, but she manages. Several droplets of urine ease out of her urethra, but Chris either does not notice or does not seem to mind. Leena lets erotic images float through her mind. She remembers muscular, athletic young men vying for her attention. She remembers losing her virginity to her ancient Sicilian husband and her clandestine lovers thereafter. Her libido unfolds and somehow she is able to draw enough strength to overcome the pain, position, pressure, and humiliation. She makes eye contact with Chris and utters a deep groan followed by an undulation of her pubococcygeal muscles and the slightly garlic-like scent of human female arousal. She is cumming. Chris is disgusted but permits Leena to void her bladder. Leena keeps eye contact with Chris. "Tomorrow we will try something different," Chris murmurs, "now we walk." Chris leashes Leena by the ring in her collar. Leena is to be walked in her high heel shoes. Chris attaches the two foot long chain between Leena's ankles. Leena will have to keep up with Chris. The concrete floor and steel catwalks are bad, but worst of all are the unforgiving staircases. Leena is obliged to face outwards going down the stairs, making balancing a priority. She shudders to think the punishment for falling or tripping up. Chris would like nothing more than to give Leena a righteous whipping. The walk is of one hour's duration, no more. Leena feels that she should get used to being exhibited naked, wearing only a steel collar, wrist and ankle cuffs, and---due to her time of the month---a protruding pussy plug. But she is still humiliated and mortified. Her head with short hair stubble and the five-o'clock shadow in her hypogastric triangle embarrass her a maximum. She would feel so much better with a clean-shaved, smooth pussy. The stubble is ugly and uncomfortable for her. She notices that some girls are shaved, not sheared. Could there be some reward system. She also observes that no girl is permitted hairless armpits. There must be some limit there. The one hour walk leaves Leena exhausted. She is glad to be back in her cell. Again Chris does not remove her cuffs. Leena hopes that one of the male guards will feed and water her in exchange her permission for anal penetration for spoon feeding. Leena recalls the two male guards, Gus and Oleg. Gus is the guard who does the oral examination and Oleg the guard who does her anal probing. Oleg is clearly the more ranking of the two. Leena wonders why Oleg does not simply take her; she wonders why she would need to consent? In any case, eating from a bowl with her hands behind her back is not satisfactory. In her mind, at least, begging to be sodomized seems a paltry, picayune price to pay. As before, later in the day Oleg enters the cell and brings two bowls: one full of water and the other full of oatmeal with some fruit. Leena now senses that pleasing Oleg has its reward; she realizes that Oleg has certain privileges. She coyly beckons to Oleg: "Please feed me, Master," she begs. Then she coyly smiles and adds: "A girl was so pleased to give you anal sex yesterday. She dreamed about you all night long. And you know what, Master?" She does not give him time to answer but continues: "She came three times thinking of you. Please sodomize butt fuck this dirty little slut and she will forever be grateful." Even though the girls are prisoners, the male guards are limited. Oleg fetches a spoon from his backpack and feeds Leena. Leena feels a deep humiliation at being fed like an infant or toddler. After she has been fed and watered, Leena turns over on her stomach. From her prone position she spreads her legs, inviting the use of her Glory of Glories. Oleg parts her glorious hemispheres and observes her comely rosette. Her anus winks a naughty brown eye inviting penetration. Oleg wastes no time in driving his strong shaft, throbbing with irregular veins, into Leena's tiny, tight, taut glory hole. Leena rocks and writhes, all the time talking dirty to Oleg: "Fuck this nasty, filthy little slut in her ass. Master. She loves your cock in her ass. Spread that asshole, Master." Oleg gladly obliges her in that regard. "Tear it up, Master. Fuck me harder, faster, deeper." Alone at last, Leena tries to get comfortable. She moves her heavy brown woolen blanket around and pulls it around her. Her handcuffs are tight; she will have to sleep on her belly. The pussy plug hurts more and more as menstrual fluid continues to back up, being retained by the plug. She has to urinate frequently, a difficult situation as she must somehow kneel over a drain hole in the floor. Her every move is chronicled and recorded by one or more of the cell cameras. For the first time she is embarrassed by the silent observers' attention. Leena tries to remember how she got here. Do doubt it was a drug. Maybe it was Rohypnol---AKA "rophie"? There is only blackness from entering the black Mercedes Benz to waking up in a concrete cell in the Internet Cybersex Prison. She can remember the lawyers and her divorce. She can recall the vitriolic animosity and her ex-husband's initial fiery anger. Once the legal wheels were in motion, he had a detached coldness. His aloofness scared Leena more than his jealous rage; she sought consolation from her lawyer. That also turned out to be a poor move on her part. Single again, the gorgeous girl went through whirlwinds of dates, affairs, and flirtations. She ended up staying with a married couple for a while as her legal matters were settled. From there they went to a party---oriental wives and their American husbands. Of course there were elderly grandparents and kids running around. Were it not so, Leena could not have so easily departed undetected. Her lust and crass carnal craving was her undoing this time. Just as Leena was drifting into that hypnagogic state where she could enjoy the fantasies of being "most sought after" and "most popular beauty" there is the sound of boots and a key in the lock. But wait, it is too early! What can this mean? The trio, Mistress Chris, Gus and Oleg, enter Leena's cell. The two men pull Leena to her feet, her hands still cuffed behind her back. Chris removes the two foot chain tethering her ankles together and announces: "There is a client waiting, we must go now." Having said that, the quartet exits and heads directly for the Virtual Reality (VR) studio. "He wants treadmill action, girl," Chris explains, "for four hours. You will wear the VR helmet and gloves and try to outrun the monster in the game grid. You will have an special avatar. It is one of those copyright Sharon Stone avies, her nineteen-year-old model. Gorgeous with just a touch of teenage adipose in the belly and butt, so sensual." The avatar is gorgeous. It passes the uncanny valley and the Turing test. Leena can not help but be enthralled by her alter ego. She trembles as she began to run on the treadmill; she is unused to on line client-to-server interfaces. The high heels make running awkward. There is no time for a complete interface, with pneumatic and hydraulic connections and electronics. A paying client is waiting. He is a corpulent gamer addicted to non-consensual sex and corporal punishment. The rules are simple: fall or be caught and Mistress Chris will be allowed to whip Leena. Each hour is to have a ten minute break. The first hour basically instructs Leena about the controls and the avatar. Her avatar, the gorgeous beauty, is dressed in blue jeans, tennis shoes, T-shirt, white cotton bra and panties, and (of course) a stainless steel collar about her neck. She is a runaway slave girl. Leena is easily able to avoid the monster tracking her. She is given water and allowed to urinate during her first break. She is hampered in the chase by the high heels and the inflated pussy plug. In the second hour the chase becomes more intense. Leena panics as the beast gains ground on her. Somehow she is able to avoid capture or falling on the treadmill, which would cast her into real life punishment by her Domme, Chris. The second break comes and Leena is permitted to lie down. She is nearly exhausted. The virtual forest she is forced to run through grows darker, denser, and more foreboding. Leena is running on pure adrenalin. She has a burning pain in her pussy and a lack of sugar in her blood. She trips but is able to recover. The chase is on. The speed of the treadmill increases. Somehow Leena makes it to the third break. She is terrified that she will fail in the fourth hour. Chris kisses Leena on her lips and rubs her breasts. "You are doing so well for a novice, girl," Chris says. "Most tyros wouldn't make two hours. One more hour and you are done for the day. Only one little addition." Leena blanches as Chris tethers her ankles together with the two foot chain. Leena knows that she is set up to fail. She still is determined to struggle nonetheless. The fourth round only lasts a few minutes. Leena is unable to outrun the beast with her ankles chained together. Chris at last gets her desire to whip Leena. The VR helmet and gloves are removed and the quartet goes to a punishment room. Chris orders Leena to be placed in a bathtub. She deflates the bright blue pussy plug and invites Leena to remove it. Leena is surprised at the intense pain from the deflation. It seems that the stretched skin adhered to the plug. Leena tugs only to find the plug stuck and the pain excruciating. "Remove it if you can," Chris muses. Chris knows the problem. Leena is frustrated by pressure on one hand and pain on the other. She is unable to jerk the plug out. "We can't wait any longer for you to remove it, girl," Chris states. "Please Mistress," Leena pleads, "some more time." Chris shakes her head "no" and attaches a two-pound weight to the plug. It will dangle between Leena's legs when she is tied for whipping. Leena has her hands tied above her head and her legs spread in the customary manner for whipping. Hanging and pulling on the now deflated pussy plug is a two pound weight. Leena's vulva is distended and swollen. She is obviously in pain as the weight slowly but surely loosens the plug. Chris gets a broad black leather belt. She goes over to Leena and kisses her back and shoulders where the belt will strike. Leena is shaking and trembling. "Only twenty strokes, Leena," Chris tells her. "Only twenty." Chris steps back and makes a circular arc of 270 degrees marking Leena from her right shoulder to her mid-back. Leena is able to avoid crying out, lest the punishment be doubled. The second swat crosses from Leena's left shoulder to her mid-back. She jerks in pain; the two pound weight sways back and forth. It is loosening as witnessed by drops of menstrual fluid dripping around it. The third swat crosses Leena's buttocks. The fourth and fifth swat each kiss one ass cheek. Leena pulls and sways against her bindings. With a wet pop the pussy plug falls out followed by a nasty rush of viscous bloody liquid. Chris motions for the guards to mop up the mess. Chris manages to work in the next five strikes against Leena's breasts and armpits. She then pauses at the clean-up takes place. "You are half-way there girl," Chris says and kisses Leena on her trembling lips. Chris's tongue licks the tears and perspiration from Leena's face. The next ten blows are localized between Leena's legs. Leena tries to pull her legs together without much success. Chris seems equally pleased to whip the soft inner thighs as the vulva and perineum. Leena hangs limp after the whipping. Chris orders Gus and Oleg to take Leena back to her cell on a stretcher; the girl is clearly exhausted. She will be allowed to rest without having her hands cuffed behind her back. 15 Nov 2011 Taunus Trumbo Leena_D4 This is a story about a fictitious place known as the Internet Cybersex Prison. Here the worst criminal minds among girls, ages 18 to 24, are incarcerated. They frequently are too dangerous to keep in normal prison populations. Here they are used in the most despicable ways imaginable. This story concerns one of the inmates and one of her male guards. She is a beautiful, nineteen-year-old Asian girl named "Leena." She has had her feet locked into steel high heel shoes. Her ankles are tethered together with a two foot chain. As with each girl in the Internet Cybersex Prison, she has a steel slave collar welded about her neck. Her male guards are Gus and Oleg. This is the story about Oleg and Leena. As before, later in the day Oleg brings her food. Leena hears the panel in the door slide open and bowls of water and some cooked grain, maybe oatmeal, are handed in to her cell. She knows that she is expected to eat immediately and return the two bowls, but she hopes for some interaction with Oleg. Leena speaks to the open door panel: "Could Master enter and feed a girl? She would be so grateful." "Rules are no guard in a cell unless a girl's hands are cuffed behind her back," Oleg relates. Leena presses her back to the steel door and presents her crossed wrists to the open panel. Oleg quickly locks her wrists with handcuffs and unlocks the door. Leena kneels down in the "tower" position. She is too sore from yesterday's whipping to manage the more sensual and suggestive "cutie" position. She arches her back to make her breasts protrude more, offering her master her sore and swollen nipples and areolas. She coyly beckons to Oleg: "Please feed me, Master, a girl was honored to give you anal sex yesterday. She dreamed about you all night long last night. And she came three times." Oleg fetches a spoon from his backpack and feeds Leena. Leena feels a deep revulsion at being treated like a very young girl; however, she senses that this submission and humiliation please Oleg. She decides to press on with her helplessness. The food and water are finished. Leena looks up to Oleg with wide almond eyes and asks him a favor: "May a girl shit now?" Euphemisms such as "do her business" or "take a number two" or "make poop" are forbidden to an inmate girl; also prohibited are the more technical terms such as "defecate" or "evacuate bowels." Oleg is surprised for a moment. Then he realizes that she may want him to clean her, as there is only a thick wool blanket in the room---no toilet paper, soap, or Kotex(tm). Oleg grins and replies: "A girl may, if she keeps eye contact." "Thank you, Master," Leena responds. Leena squats over the drain hole and strains to defecate. She keeps eye contact with Oleg and hopes that he can feel the intensity of her efforts. He waits patiently and, after a few minutes, she is able to make her poop. She is crimson with embarrassment as she makes her next request: "May Master desire to clean a girl's filthy asshole before butt fucking her?" Oleg opens his back pack and removes a box of baby wipes and some other articles. Leena shuffles over to him and arches her back to present her ass. Oleg wipes her well, tossing the spent baby wipes down the one foot diameter drain hole. He then surprises Leena with a disposable enema. "I want you clean," Oleg tells Leena. "Hold this until I give permission to expel." "Yes, Master," Leena answers. She now feels the bonding and her improving her position with Oleg. After about a five minute wait, Oleg permits Leena to expel the enema solution. He then tosses the spend disposable container into the drain hole, which is obviously connected to a larger sewer channel, and inserts a second enema solution. By the third enema, the ejecta is clear liquid. Leena senses that it is time for her butt fuck. "Please butt fuck this dirty little whore with your wicked penis," Leena begs. "Use this little slut's asshole as if she were a virgin. Make this girl proud to please you, Master; let her Glory of Glories be honored by your penetration." Oleg parts her glorious hemispheres and observes her luscious brown star. Her perineum and vulva, as well as her inner thighs, are severely bruised from yesterday's whipping, but her asshole is unscathed. It's not that a girl cannot be commanded to spread her ass cheeks and submit to having her anus whipped; it's more like such unconventional punishment is reserved for other, unnamed offenses aside from disobedience or failing to please a client. Leena lies on her stomach, not permitting the deepest penetration but allowing Oleg to press harder and more forcefully than in a doggie position. Oleg pumps and pumps. Leena is determined to climax from this anal invasion and not attempt to fake an orgasm. She lets her mind wander to some of the erotic events of the past year, when she was young, beautiful, and free. Leena's reverie then focuses to the handsome Italian man who somehow tricked her into this prison. Did they have sex and she forget it? He was so handsome and debonaire. Her deep regret is that she could not remember their coitus. For sure she had been given rophies, also known as "Milk of Amnesia." The colorless, odorless, tasteless drug is the choice for date rape. Leena only regrets not being able to enjoy whatever sex did take place. Leena twists and writhes, all the time talking dirty to Oleg: "Fuck this nasty, filthy little slut in her ass, Master. She loves your cock in her ass. Spread my puckered asshole, Master." Oleg gladly obliges her in that regard. "Tear it up, Master. Fuck me harder, faster, deeper. Oh my god! I'm going to cum!" As she says that Oleg also cums. Leena hopes that the time spent will not adversely affect Oleg in his other duties. But somehow she feels that such activity is accounted for in the guards' routines. It would seem logically so. "May a girl be honored to clean her Master?" Leena asks. "A girl's mouth, lips, and tongue are at her Master's pleasure." Leena assumes a tower position, her hands still cuffed behind her, and rocks her head back exposing her open mouth and tongue. Oleg permits her to suck and lick his strong shaft, still partially erect from the orgasm. Then, realizing the time, he gathers up the spoon and bowls, exits the cell, and removes Leena's handcuffs. --- The next morning is a surprise for Leena. Her matron, Chris, removes her wrist and ankle cuffs and takes Leena to the metalworker to remove the high heel shoes. Leena is surprised to find that walking barefoot is painful after the high heels are removed. Her muscles and bones had grown accustomed to the high heels. She also recalled the pain following the deflation of her pussy plug. The stretched skin had become attached or adhered to the inflatable pussy plug. Now Leena realizes the level of control and discipline in the Internet Cybersex Prison. The quartet, Leena, Chris, Gus, and Oleg, make their way to one of the preparation rooms. Leena is nervous as she furtively glances at the menagerie of medical instruments and devices. Chris orders Leena to the gynecological chair. She struggles but, with her hands cuffed behind her back, she is unable to seat herself. Gus and Oleg get her into position and strap her legs in place, exposing vulva, perineum, and anus. Chris rubs Leena's bruised and swollen vulva and inner thighs. Leena moans in obvious discomfort. "I love how soft and sensual a pussy is after it has been whipped," Chris remarks. She presses down and watches the sweat bead on Leena's forehead and abdomen. "We have a special client who wants to see a girl climax with her bladder full of ice water---it that is even possible. We will need to drain your bladder, Leena, and refill it. Then, as it warms up, we need to drain and refill again. To do this we will need to insert an indwelling catheter. You will be mounted on a Sybian, girl." Chris tells Leena. Then she goes further to relate: "The dildo can rotate or vibrate. You will need to adjust the two modes to your maximum arousal. Now let's get that female catheter in place." Oleg brings a butt plug and inserts it into Leena's ass. This device will measure many vital signs in addition to Galvanic skin response, anal sphincter muscle tension, and shivering. The usual vital signs are also displayed on video monitors. Chris rubs K.Y. Jelly on the large female indwelling catheter. It is with some difficulty that she forces the oversized tube up Leena's urethra and into her bladder. Once in place, a hypodermic syringe is used to inflate the indwelling bulb. Chris puts a basin beneath Leena and opens the stopcock to drain her bladder. After the flow subsides, Gus brings a solution of chilled water. Chris attaches a tube and speaks to Leena: "Here comes the ice water girl!" Leena gasps as her whole body shakes. Her bladder is filling with ice water. Chris makes a video connection with the client. "She is ready to be put on the Sybian, Sir," Chris speaks to the face in a video monitor. "Her bladder is full of ice water." The synthesized voice responds: "Can we monitor to ensure that she does not fake an orgasm?" "We have a butt plug with sensors, Sir," Chris explains. "Clearly we can determine if an orgasm is being faked or not." Gus and Oleg bring Leena to the Sybian and strap her into place. They initially set rotation and vibration to "slow." Leena rocks her hips trying for an early orgasm. Seconds turn into minutes. Leena is showing signs of arousal. Christ steps forward and drains Leena's bladder. Leena knows that the ice water has warmed and new ice water is about to be added. She pushes harder to climax, but is unable to do so before her bladder is refilled. The ice water feels like knife blades churning in her abdomen. "Up the motions of the Sybian, Please, Master," Leena begs. Oleg sets the rotation and vibration to "medium." Leena's level of arousal continues to drop. "Faster please, Master," Leena begs. Oleg ups the rotation to "fast." Time passes and Leena struggles to focus erotic images in her mind. She recalls her first experience with snow when she and a young man fucked in a snowbank years ago. A full half hour has passed and Leena is becoming desperate. Chris drains and refills her bladder again. Again the knife blades of frigid water twist in her abdomen. Her anus clenches tight, as measured from the butt plug, and her body is now shivering uncontrollably. Will Leena be able to cum or suffer the whip again? Pushing her libido to the max Leena rocks and squirms on the Sybian's dildo. At last she is nearing a climax. Forty-five minutes have already passes. She is so near to climax. Just then Christ drains her bladder again and pumps in colder water. Leena convulses. Only fifteen minutes left to climax or face the whip. Leena was whipped just yesterday with twenty strokes. She will go to any extreme to avoid a repeat. Just then Chris kisses her shaking neck and whispers in her ear: "I will enjoy whipping you again, darling. This time you will cry out." Leena fixates on Oleg and his mighty member. She pretends that her butt plug is his cock. She leans back to force the butt plug in deeper. Her asshole is the only part of her abdomen not chilled. The butt plug and its measuring devices have keep the temperature elevated. She is finally able to arouse herself and climax. Her climax is centered about Oleg, his scent, his touch, his massive member. Chris was so intense on watching the monitors that she did not drain and refill Leena. Chris is so disappointed; she was hoping to be able to whip Leena again. 15 Nov 2011 Taunus Trumbo Leena_W1 This is a story about a fictitious place known as the Internet Cybersex Prison. Here the worst criminal minds among girls, ages 18 to 24, are incarcerated. They frequently are too dangerous to keep in normal prison populations. Here they are used in the most despicable ways imaginable. This story concerns one of the inmates and her usual activities. She is a beautiful, nineteen-year-old Asian girl named "Leena." The matron assigned to Leena, her Domme, is Chris. Chris has a burning desire to tie Leena's hands high above her head, spread her legs with a leg spreader, and whip her mercilessly. Chris is frustrated because Leena has managed to please all of her Internet clients lately and somehow managed to accomplish Chris's tasking. But Chris is sure that opportunity will avail itself sooner or later. Leena is back in her ten foot by ten foot concrete cell. Her day on the game grid is over. Tomorrow is her "sanitary day," when her head and pubes are sheared with clippers, her fingernails and toenails cut short, and her body examined and treated. There will be none of the invasive tubes or electrical attachments. She now waits for Oleg to bring her food and water. Oleg is a male guard, assigned to Leena's matron, Chris. It is his customary duty to feed and water Leena. Leena has been able to bond with Oleg in a way. She has consented and encouraged him to butt fuck her. She gladly allows him to cuff her wrists behind her back. Guards are not allowed in a girl's cell if she isn't secured with handcuffs or the like. Oleg spoon feeds the bound girl. She kneels in the uncomfortable "Cutie" position to please him. This position is kneeling with knees far apart and feet splayed, does pointing outwards. After being fed and watered, Leena bends forward into a doggie position, making her carved ivory derriere available. Oleg rubs some Vaseline(tm) petroleum jelly on Leena's anus and inserts his penis into her rectum. She squeals with delight. "Fuck me harder, faster, deeper," Leena cries. "Fuck my ass, tear it up, fuck me!" Just as the two reach an orgasm, there is a sound at the door. It is Chris, Leena's Domme and matron. She enters. Oleg is unconcerned as he pounds Leena's asshole and cums inside of her. Leena is unable to cum; she is terrified at the appearance of Chris. "I suppose she seduced you, Oleg?" Chris asks. "Tell me that it is consensual, Leena." "Oh, yes Mistress," Leena replies, "I begged for this." Chris notices the empty bowls and spoon. She remarks: "I see that you got spoon fed by my guard. I don't disparage his fun. But you did not ask my permission." "No Mistress," Leena gulped. "Does a girl need permission to submit to a guard?" Leena knows that Chris has a leverage on her now. Chris has been wanting to whip Leena badly for some time, but could never come up with a satisfactory reason. Now she seems to have found a way. "I'm going to summons Gus," Chris tells Oleg. "Get your stuff together. We are going to take Leena to the punishment room. She is due a whipping of twenty lashes. I have been looking forward to this for days, weeks even." "Yes Mam," Oleg replies. He gets dressed, gathers up the bowls and spoons, cleans himself with baby wipes and tosses the spent wipes down the foot-diameter hole in the cell floor. Leena assumes the "tower" position. There will be no opportunity for her to clean up from the sodomy. Gus arrives; Chris locks a leash onto Leena's collar. The four exit the small cell and head to the punishment room. Chris leading Leena by a leash; Gus and Oleg flanking the girl. The concrete and steel floors are cold on Leena's bare feet. Like all slave girls she is kept naked except for a steel collar welded about her neck. They arrive at the punishment room and Oleg removes the handcuffs. Leena is strung up to the ceiling, her hands above her head. A spreader bar parts her legs, making her pussy available, unprotected, and vulnerable. Chris goes over to the table of toys and the like. There are various switches, thin flexible rods, five-pronged leather whips, cats-o-nine-tails, and wide black leather belts. Chris chooses a four-inch wide leather belt. Chris comes up behind Leena; she rubs and kisses Leena's shoulders and back just where the belt will strike. "You have such soft, blemish-free, smooth skin, girl," Chris tells Leena. Chris's soft lips cover Leena's shoulders and her pointed tongue moistens her back. "Such flawless skin," Chris exclaims. "Thank you, Mistress," Leena responds. She is still tense, awaiting the kiss of the heavy leather belt. "A girl begs for the belt and thanks her Mistress," Chris demands. "Yes, Mistress," Leena answers, "please whip this worthless slut's back. Discipline her well, Mistress." Chris steps back and makes a full circular swing of 270 degrees striking Leena's right shoulder and across her slender back. Leena bucks and jerks. Tears flow freely from her eyes. She feels that this is the worst swat that she has ever endured. Leena struggles for breath and finally is able to respond: "Thank you Mistress. Please strike this dirty, filthy little whore again." Chris tosses the belt over her left shoulder and makes an elliptical arc, crossing Leena's left shoulder and diagonally across her spine. Leena struggles not to cry out. She knows should she cry out, the punishment would be doubled. Leena struggles again to catch her breath and says: "Thank you Mistress, more please." Having to beg for her punishment is degrading and humiliating to Leena. She knows that failure to obey her Domme will result in even worse punishment, torture even. Chris rubs and massages Leena's ass. "You have the smoothest, silky ass girl," Chris tells Leena. I love to squeeze and massage those glorious hemispheres. She slaps each ass cheek and asks: "Girl ready, willing, and able for her next whacks?" "Yes Mistress please," Leena answers. Chris positions herself to Leena's side and rotates her entire upper torso. The belt crosses both cheeks and wraps around kissing Leena's abdomen as well. "Thank you Mistress more please," Leena asks in a rapid staccato response. Her buttocks are crimson red and the pain is fiery and intense. Chris decides to wait. She rubs Leena's slit---Leena's vulva is wet. Without notice Chris quickly swats Leena again, the fourth of twenty lashes. Again Leena thanks and asks more. Chris obliges, this time striking between Leena's legs. Leena is not expecting this obscene blow. She would have tried to pull her legs together, had she only known. Chris walks to the front of Leena. She licks the salty wet tears from Leena's hot pink cheeks. Then Chris licks and sucks Leena's armpits and nipples. She runs the rough blade of her long, pointed tongue over Leena's hairy armpits. She kisses, nibbles, sucks, and licks Leena's nipples and areolas. Leena is becoming aroused. As Chris pets Leena's vulva, Leena closes her eyes. Chris smiles and delivers a swat to Leena's left underarm and then to her right. Leena jerks and writhes in unexpected pain. "A girl can tell so much from breasts, darling," Chris narrates. She kneads and fondles Leena. Leena is covered with a thin sheen of perspiration. She has the scent of animal fear. Leena tries to recall better days. Those wonderful salad days when handsome, athletic young men vied for her attention. The irresistible young Italian who duped her into leaving the party. If only she could recall through the chemical mask of the rophies! The two breast blows cross the nipples and areolas. Chris counts out numbers eight and nine. For the tenth lash, Chris gets a leather riding crop, a quirt. She rubs the riding crop up and down Leena's slit, lubricating it for a swat directly at Leena's comely clitoris. Leena is now struggling with consciousness. She goes limp for an instant, only to be brought back to full consciousness by Chris's bitch slap to her face. "A... a girl begs Mistress to whack her precious pearl," Leena requests. Her request is quickly granted. Leena wonders what the next ten strokes will be? Then Chris orders Gus and Oleg to remove Leena from the ceiling chain and position her, upside down, on the Saint Andrew's Cross. She is to be strapped on to a horizontal cross which will be raised into position. They oblige, strapping her ankles in place and then her knees. A thick belt is wrapped around her waist and her wrists are strapped. Unless being suspended from the ceiling, Leena is completely unable to shield or maneuver her privates out of the way of the whip. Chris buries her face in Leena's cunt, kissing, licking, and sucking her labia and perineum. The next five lashes will be downward directed using the four inch black belt. Chris tosses the belt over her head and behind her back. Swat, swat, swat, five times Chris swings the belt, holding it in both hands and imparting as much force to it as possible. Leena is crying, drooling, dripping mucus from her nose, and retching some yellow bile. But she is able to keep from crying out in pain. Only five lashes left. Chris has been saving up her best for last. "Take her down from the Saint Andrew's Cross," Chris orders the two male guards. "Tie her on upside down face to the wood. I want her hands cuffed in a waist belt so that she may reach and spread her own ass cheeks. Understood?" The two guards, Gus and Oleg, look at each other and reply: "Yes Mam; upside down, hands to ass, backside showing." The two men set about strapping Leena in as commanded. "Now girl," Chris relates, "you can participate. Let me see you spread your ass cheeks and expose your comely rosette." Leena grasps each buttock and spreads her ass cheeks. She is still slippery and greasy from Oleg's use earlier in the day. Chris seems unconcerned. "Now beg! And remember, do not clench those ass cheeks. The anus must be available at all times." "Oh Mistress, please punish my dirty asshole," Leena utters. Her voice is flat and toneless. Never before has she had to ask for something that she absolutely doesn't want. Leena has absolutely no idea if she can hold her cheeks apart. They will involuntarily clench at the first blow. She digs her short fingernails into the fleshy glutes to keep control over them. The riding crop perfectly makes its mark. Leena is numb at first, feeling nothing due to the intensity of the swat. Then her anus puckers and tightens as her abdominal muscles, pubococcygeal muscles, and sphincters all convulse and contract. "Mistress thank you again," Leena manages to squeeze out her mandatory response. The count is sixteen with four more to go. Chris rubs Leena's anus with a latex-covered, K.Y. Jelly coated hand. "Oleg will have fun with this!" Chris tells Leena. "Well, let's get done with it. I guess that you can manage the next four swats." In rapid succession Chris punishes Leena's most sensitive, private part. Then Leena is removed from the Saint Andrew's Cross and returned to her cell. Chris kisses Leena good night. At long last Chris has been able to whip Leena. But by tomorrow her obscene desire to whip the beautiful girl will rise again. 17 Nov 2011 Taunus Trumbo Leena_W2 Disclaimer: The following story is fiction, cast in the future. Any resemblance to any person or group of persons, living or dead, is coincidental and should not be inferred. This is a story about a fictitious place known as the Internet Cybersex Prison. Here the worst criminal minds among girls, ages 18 to 24, are incarcerated. They frequently are too dangerous to keep in normal prison populations. Here they are used in the most despicable ways imaginable. This story concerns one of the inmates and her usual activities. She is a beautiful, nineteen-year-old Asian girl named "Leena." The matron assigned to Leena, her Domme, is Chris. Yesterday Chris was finally able to sate her burning desire to whip Leena. In addition to tying Leena's hands high above her head, spreading her legs with a leg spreader, and whipping her mercilessly, Chris was able to have Leena spread her ass cheeks and endure five swats with a riding crop on her anus. Leena was returned to her ten-foot cube concrete cell. The only object in the cell, aside from Leena, is a thick, brown wool blanket. Leena lies down and tries to sleep. Tomorrow may bring anything in the Internet Cybersex Prison. All Leena knows at the moment is that she needs to prepare herself mentally for her ongoing battle of wills with Chris. In the middle of the night Leena wakes to the rumble in her tummy. She knows that some laxative has been put in her food. Now she must leave the comfort of the blanket and squat over the cell's drain hole. The drain hole is one foot in diameter and near the wall opposite to the steel cell door. Leena has been told to always keep eye contact with the pin hole cameras in the cell door. She has also observed that many Masters and Mistresses, the uniformed male guards and the female Dommes, find pleasure in observing a girl kneel over the drain hole in the so-called "Cutie" kneeling pose. Leena knows that she is constantly being taped. She does not know if it is continuously or by time-sequenced still photos. Maybe by a combination of both? There are a number of kneeling poses for slave girls. The most common three used in the Internet Cybersex Prison are: the Tower; the Nadu; and, the Cutie. The Tower is a basic kneeling position where the knees and ankles are together and the girl sits, buttocks resting on her heels and her hands on her upper legs, palms downward. The Nadu is a Gorean slave position after the Counter-Earth novel series by John Norman. Basically, in the Nadu a girl's buttocks also rest on her heels but her knees are spread (often widely) apart, revealing her pudenda. Her eyes are traditionally downcast. In the Nadu the hands are also on the upper legs; however, a girl's palms are turned facing upwards. The Cutie is a bit more difficult to describe. The Tower and the Nadu can be maintained for lengthy periods of time with minimal discomfiture to the girl. Not so with this kneeling position. The Cutie is a kneeling position with knees far apart and lower legs spread outwards. The girl's buttocks are either suspended or flanked by her lower legs. Her ankles are splayed far apart and her feet are turned, toes facing outwards. Her hands are on her upper legs and her palms are upwards. In both the Nadu and the Cutie the girl's shoulders are held back and her breasts are pushed forward for use or abuse. Leena has observed girls in the Cutie position. She assumes that it is a voluntary position to transition into while being "parked." The girls practicing such a position seem to be pleasing to their Dommes. Leena decides to please the silent camera, if possible, by placing herself above the drain hole in the Cutie posture. She feels the tears swell in her eyes and her intestines cramp as the ejecta nears her severely bruised and swollen anus. She struggles not to faint or cry out as she empties her large bowel. She cries copious tears; her nose runs; and, she drools as the bloody stool passes from her insides into the sewer below. There is no tissue, toilet paper, or Kotex(tm) in her concrete cell. There is only Leena, injured and dirty, and her thick, brown wool blanket. She proudly arches her back and displays for the silent camera her "B" cup teats. She cups and lifts the bruised breasts with engorged, tumescent, turgid areolas and nipples to the camera. Chris had whipped her thoroughly yesterday afternoon. Back in the blanket Leena makes a fearsome discovery. Her period is just starting. She feels the telltale ooze in her pussy. This can mean only one thing: Chris will enjoy inserting the cruel inflatable pussy plug and "pumping her up." This could scarcely come at a worst time; just yesterday Chris had used a riding crop on her vulva and clit. There is no way that Leena will be able to avoid detection. Each and every morning there is the body cavity search. Chris will use her speculum. For sure she will notice the condition of Leena's cervix, distended and lacking its mucus plug. In addition, there is the menstrual fluid, light today as it may be. Leena awakens to the metal-on-metal scratching as the panel in the door slides open. Normally she is able to anticipate the arrival of Chris and her two goons; however today she is sore and aching from yesterday's whipping. She curses under her breath---she did not have the opportunity to urinate. Under the close scrutiny she must endure this may be leveraged against her. Leena backs up to the door panel and presents her wrists for cuffing. Chris turns her right wrist, facing the palm inwards, and locks on a cuff in the tissue just below the arm bone. She presses hard to feel one final click. Then she locks the other cuff overly tight as well. Leena tenses in pain and knows that the day is already difficult. The trio, Chris, Gus, and Oleg, enter the tiny cell. Gus begins by pressing four fingers into Leena's mouth. He presses her tongue down; she drools. Saliva drools over her chin and onto her breasts. "Wipe the spit off your hands on her breasts," Chris orders. Gus obliges, rubbing her bruised breasts. "Did you enjoy your whipping, Leena?" Chris asks. Leena knows how she must answer. "Oh, yes Mistress," Leena answers feeling her wrists tighten. "Thank you for disciplining this worthless, dirty slut." Chris smiles. The two men are anxious to complete this body cavity search and move on to other things. Chris motions for Gus and Oleg to bring Leena into the supine examination position. They get her on her back with her knees folded to her chest, baring her privates. Chris immediately observes something that pleases her. Leena's pussy is damp with menstrual fluid. Chris pets Leena's pussy. "Mmmm, you are so soft today, Leena," Chris tells Leena. "Your vulva feel so warm and wet. Do you desire the inflatable pussy plug?" Oleg, hearing this conversation, opens his back pack and removes a bright blue inflatable pussy plug with its black bulb and connecting tube. Chris eases a finger into Leena's vagina. Despite the pain at her vulva, the inside is quickly aroused. Leena purrs as Chris touches her G-spot. "Would you like to cum before the plug goes in?" Chris asks. Leena nods affirmatively. "Yes Mistress," Leena answers. Thereupon Chris lowers her head and begins to kiss, lick, and suck Leena's swollen, sore clit. Leena squirms and wiggles at the unexpected event. Minutes pass as Chris works Leena's privates. The two male guards are somewhat disturbed by the matron's behavior. The two look at each other, hoping that this debauchery is not demanded of them. Chris works her slippery tongue into Leena's Holy of Holies. The inmate girl begs to be allowed to cum. "Cum darling, cum my little slut," Chris demands. Leena arches her back and undergoes an earth-shattering orgasm. Blood, piss, and cum flow from Leena. And Chris laps with the rough blade of her tongue. Sensing the impatience of Gus and Oleg, Chris reaches out for the pussy plug, unceremoniously inserts it and pumps it to the maximum. She then unscrews and removes the tubing, keeping the device inflated and impossible for Leena to remove. "Oleg," Chris instructs, "forget her anal this morning only. It's my fault that we are behind schedule. I am confident that there's nothing inside of her. I will show you an interesting bite. She is a Cutie model!" Chris and Oleg both smile. The girl Leena is learning to please. --- Chris leads Leena to a cybersex studio by a leash on her collar. Every girl in the Internet Cybersex Prison is kept naked and has a stainless steel collar arc welded about her neck. Hair and bush are sheared away with electric clippers, leaving a rough stubble. Hairy armpits and legs are the rule. As they walk along concrete halls and steel staircases, other girls can be encountered being led in the same manner. Those having their menstrual periods can easily be identified with a bright blue pussy plug jutting out from their vagina. Some girls have butt plugs; some have both inflatable pussy and inflatable butt plugs. When the quartet, Chris, Oleg, Gus, and Leena, reach the cybersex studio there is a flurry of activity. They will have to wait a few minutes for an available station. Leena assumes a Cutie pose. Chis is muchly pleased that her girl is displaying herself in such a manner. She takes a moment to push her steel-toe black Oxfords between Leena's legs and spread her knees a few more inches apart. "Thank you Mistress," Leena says, feeling the additional soreness of bruised privates and inner thighs. "You are welcome, girl," Chris responds. Chris longs to have Leena back on the Saint Andrew's Cross again. Yet reason dictates that such extreme punishments only a day apart might require justification; moreover, another whipping coming so soon might impair her performance on the game grid. At last a station is open and Chris leads Leena to the computer work station. She is outfitted with a Virtual Reality (VR) helmet. Electrodes are clamped onto nipples and clitoris. This is a minimal VR arrangement for gamers wanting 3D playmates or combatants. Then comes the ultimate sensor. To ensure that a girl is actually aroused and experiencing an orgasm as she might claim, the sensory butt plug is needed. When Chris tries to insert the hard black plastic butt plug into Leena's rectum, she clenches her ass cheeks tight. "Mistress," Leena begs, "a girl can't relax. It's too painful. Please!" Chris is undeterred. She calls on Oleg to get the ass spreader, which he fetches from his back pack. The two men lay the young girl on her belly. Oleg wraps a belt around Leena's waist and pulls nylon straps between her legs. With constant pressure they glide the straps into the crack of her ass and spread her butt cheeks. Her Glory of Glories is no longer the tiny, taut, tight brown nut but is now the large, purple, swollen prune. Chris cannot resist touching Leena's pouty, puffy rosette. Leena twists and squirms. Christ applies some topical anesthesia to Leena's tender anus and lubricates the butt plug well. With slow, gentle pressure she eases in the sensor. Once the "black beauty" is inside Leena's rectum, she is taken to the chair in the VR station and strapped firmly in place. Just then the startling realization comes to Leena: to masturbate she will have to use the bright blue pussy plug as a dildo. --- Leena's avatar is that of Sabrina, the Gorean Kajira of Thorne. Thorne is an intrepid Tarnsman, a warrior of Gor riding a huge bird known as a Tarn. Leena has to admit that Sabrina is a beautiful woman. The avatar is a brunette but the skin is that of Sharon Stone at age 24, her most gorgeous year. Only the neck scar has been removed. At 5'6", 125 lbs, 35B-25-35, she is the girl that any man would kill or die for. Sabrina is wearing translucent, gossamer, pellucid, diaphanous red silks. She is in a gondola, suspended beneath the huge Tarn, ridden by Thorne. They are soaring high in the air above verdant fields. Below peasants, dressed in brown clothing, tend fields of grain and raise domestic animals. Sabrina is bound hand and foot and is partially covered with the skin of some animal known as a Bosk. Then there is a screech! Pirates on Tarn birds are attacking Thorne. Thorne dips low and releases the gondola a few yards above the ground to engage the pirates. Leena feels the powerful jolt as electricity fluxes through her areolas and clitoris. She feels nauseous at the video monitor. Chris has dismissed Gus and Oleg and is watching the action on a 3D video monitor. Thorne downs one assailant after another. This is video action. Leena must simply wait until either Thorne kills off the pirates or gets killed off himself. Should Thorne lose, Sabrine can expect rough treatment from the Artificial Intelligence (AI) agents. They are merely "extras" for the fifty-minute action episode. The gamer pays for his hour of battle and conquest on the game grid. Arrows and spears fly. Thorne gets slightly wounded but maneuvers his Tarn adroitly and counter-attacks with his long bow. Combat is at intermediate level. It is not surprising that Thorne slays the three pirates in fifteen minutes of prime time combat. After all, Sabrina is the main entree. The Tarn lands near the gondola and Thorne debarks. He crawls into the gondola and kisses his girl Sabrina. He then presses his massive member, throbbing with pulsating irregular veins into her pouty, pink lips. She feels the rubber dildo in her VR helmet press her parched, chapped lips. At least there will be lubricant for her mouth. Leena is not pleased with the chemical taste of the rubber dildo. At least the prison chemists could come up with synthetic sperm! When Thorne cums on line Leena receives a blast of hot cream. She is hungry and thirsty and the small offering of rich malted milk is welcome. She sucks the rubber dildo in her VR helmet until it softens and retracts. Thorne unties her wrists and ankles and decides to take her. This poses a problem for Leena. She has no vaginal vibrator, only the bright blue pussy plug, holding her menstrual fluid inside her vagina. She will have to rub that nasty plug back and forth to masturbate and climax for the paying client. Chris is hoping that Leena, wearing the avatar Sabrina on line, will fail to achieve an orgasm in the hour. Chris enjoys thinking of whipping Leena again in Real Life. Chis is disappointed and frustrated. Leena is able to arouse herself despite the pain from her bruised vulva and the indwelling pussy plug. Sliding back and forth on the chair, she is able to work the bright blue pussy plug and the black beauty butt plug in her ass. The vital signs indicators in the butt plug indicate first arousal and then orgasm. Leena is fast becoming a valuable asset, a pain slut. For sure she will be "most sought after" on the game grid. 21 Nov 2011 Taunus Trumbo Leena_W3 Disclaimer: The following story is fiction, cast in the future. Any resemblance to any person or group of persons, living or dead, is coincidental and should not be inferred. This is a story about a fictitious place known as the Internet Cybersex Prison. Here the worst criminal minds among girls, ages 18 to 24, are incarcerated. They frequently are too dangerous to keep in normal prison populations. Here they are used in the most despicable ways imaginable. This story concerns one of the inmates and her usual activities. She is a beautiful, nineteen-year-old Asian girl named "Leena." The story relates the incredible humiliation and degradation in the Internet Cybersex Prison. Leena counts six days on the game grid and one day on the so-called "sanitary day" each week. The six days are carbon copies one of another, with the exception of the paying clients on the game grid. They customarily transition through a sequence of sexual activities with a girl then move on to a new girl. To some aficionados of interactive cybersex the first encounter of a girl on the game grid is everything. Once thoroughly broken in and trained, they lack interest in the routine sex and torture. Leena, as all girls in the Internet Cybersex Prison, is housed in a concrete cell, ten feet cubed. The floor is heated via deep inset water pipes. There is a gray steel door with a sliding panel and some pinhole cameras. Opposite the door there is a drain hole in the floor. The drain hole is one foot in diameter. On the adjacent walls are air ducts, upper and lower. The florescent lights and other electronic apparatuses on the ceiling are protected by a thick Plexiglas(tm) barrier. Everything is gray except for a thick, brown wool blanket. Leena and the blanket are all that is allowed in the room. There is no toilet paper or Kotex(tm). The air has a slight trace of Lysol(tm) disinfectant. Every day begins with a body cavity search. Leena tries to wake up a few minutes before the matron and two guards arrive. She knows that should she fail to empty her bladder there might not be an opportunity to do so for some time. She tosses aside the wool blanket and scurries over to the drain hole. Since everything is being taped and recorded, Leena understands the importance of pleasing an unseen eye. She kneels straddling the drain hole. Spreading her knees as far apart as she can, she spreads her feet apart, toes pointing outwards. This particular pose is known at the "Cutie" in BDSM circles. Many masters find this uncomfortable pose especially arousing. Leena tries in every way possible to please the prison personnel. The screeching of metal-on-metal as the door panel opens signals Leena to arise, back to the door, and present her hands behind her back to be handcuffed. She is never permitted out of her cell without being cuffed or chained. The male guards generally cuff a girl sufficiently to keep her restrained. The matrons, on the other hand, often enjoy locking the handcuffs abnormally tight to maximize a girl's discomfiture and humiliation. Once she is cuffed a trio enters the room: a matron and two uniformed male guards. One of the male guards inserts three fingers into Leena's mouth and presses down hard on her tongue. Her jaws open and saliva drools over her chin and on her chest. She despises this condition. After groping her mouth, the guard generally wipes her spittle on her breasts. The two male guards then lower Leena onto her back. She squirms and writhes to avoid hurting her cuffed wrists or her back. Then with one man on each leg, they fold her knees to her chest. Leena's privates are exposed, vulnerable, available, and unprotected. Leena's matron is Chris. Chris has a burning desire to whip Leena. She dreams of having Leena's hands bound above her head and chained to the ceiling. Then spreading her legs with a spreader bar on her ankles. Chris's favorite toy to whip Leena is a four inch wide black leather belt. But for now she will probe Leena's vagina with a speculum. The speculum is clear plastic. It has two duckbills which can be spread with the hand grip. Once open, the duckbills can be held apart with a thumbscrew. Chris lubricates the speculum with K.Y. Jelly and inserts it to the hilt into Leena. Chris then opens it wide and rotates it to have her cervix and G-spot between the duckbills and available for touch or torment. Chris knows the female anatomy and physiology perfectly. She knows each point for pressure, pain, or pleasure. Leena knows not to cry out or scream under any circumstances. Once Chris is satisfied with her use of Leena, she changes places with one of the male guards. The guard puts on Latex(tm) gloves and applies Vaseline(tm) petroleum jelly to his fingers. With the middle finger atop the index finger he eases the two digits deeply into Leena's rectum. Once inside, he aligns his fingers side-by-side to stretch and dilate Leena's anus. The humiliation and embarrassment at the invasion is much worse than the pain. This body cavity search is always done; it matters not if Leena is sore, bruised, or swollen. Girls frequently develop hemorrhoids and have to endure that as well. Leena also knows the fate of a girl who clenches her ass cheeks to forbid penetration. An ass spreader will be used and the girl will receive five swats with a riding crop on her rosette, turning the tight, tiny, taut brown star into a wrinkled, swollen, luscious prune. Oleg is the guard doing Leena's anal examination. He also is the guard who feeds and waters her at the end of the day. Leena has learned to beg his use to curry favor. Where Chris is the stick, Oleg can be the carrot. Leena forces herself to beg use and abuse that she finds disgusting and revolting. At least her relationship with Oleg is real. On the game grids the relationships are totally anonymous and artificial. As said before, each girl has one "sanitary day" each week. On that day, after her intense body cavity inspection, she is paraded naked, wearing only a collar, some handcuffs, and a leash. She is taken to a preparation room where her hair stubble is trimmed back. Electric clippers cut her hair to one-eighth inch. She is left with unsightly stubble, rough to the touch. Her eyebrows and bush are also trimmed. Her armpits and legs are left untrimmed. The hairy armpits trap body odors. Since a girl is only showered down and bathed on her sanitary day, she can enjoy living with her own scent. To some men this is a turn on. For the girl Leena, used to upper class perfumes and toiletries, this is a mortification and humiliation. Her fingernails and toenails are also cut to the quick. After having been sheared, trimmed, and washed with a stinging detergent, Leena is examined by one of the medical assistants. On a gynecological table she is spread open and scrutinized. A speculum is used both vaginally and anally. This is an examination for disease, abrasion, infection, or damage. Her nose and ears are checked. She is catheterized and forced to drain her bladder. The urine sample is collected. A blood drawing is also performed. At the last station she is given enemas until the ejecta is water. After her stay at the sanitary station she is given over to her matron, Chris, who is certain to try and get her to disobey some order or make some mistake. Should Leena fail to please or perform, Chris would enjoy taking her to the punishment room for a whipping. With Leena, tall and tan and young and lovely, Chris is often disappointed. Leena is strong and versed in the martial arts, having a brown belt in Judo. She is often able to work through situations that would undo another girl. She has one vulnerable situation that is difficult to overcome: her monthly period. At the first light trace of blood Chris enjoys inserting an inflatable bright blue pussy plug in Leena. Chris pumps it up to retain the menstrual fluid and make Leena absolutely miserable. Chris enjoys parading Leena around on a leash with the bright blue balloon protruding from her vulva. The black inflation bulb and tube are removed so that Leena cannot deflate the blue device. On the game grid the pussy plug has to share Leena's abdomen with a hard rubber butt plug, which provides a potpourri of sensors as well as electrical knobs and connectors. The gray walls, the endless routine of body cavity searches, and the feeding arrangement slowly but surely undermine a girl's ability to resist. In the battle of wills between Chris and Leena, Chris is guaranteed eventual victory. Oleg feeds and waters Leena once a day. She has no utensils to eat with and is forced to eat with her fingers. The meal is a bowl of cooked cereal, like oatmeal. Oleg can force Leena to eat rapidly and drink her bowl of water. More and more Leena has learned to beg Oleg for time to finish eating. It did not take long for Leena to submit to Oleg. She allowed him to cuff her hands behind her back and feed her with a spoon in exchange for offering him her anus and rectum. Leena would plead, begging his use and abuse and telling him how much she loved such attention. This was completely contrary to her own personal likes and desires. However, told often enough it seemed to be her truth. Being spoon fed was so much cleaner and more desirable than being forced to eat with her fingers. With no running water, toilet paper, or soap, when Leena was dirty there was no convenient means of cleansing. Moreover, as Leena was able to please Oleg, she found bits of fruit and meat in her food bowl. Of course there was no mirror either. Leena learned to have Oleg describe her face and features. Slowly but surely he became her true master. Every morning his fingers probed her bowels, spreading her comely rosette. She could not see him without her Glory of Glories twitching and puckering. "Oh Master," Leena begs, "please use this filthy, nasty slut's asshole. She longs for your cock to spread her ass cheeks and dig into her bowels. She cums when you are pumping her mercilessly." And so it goes. Oleg takes advantage of his supply of aloe baby wipes to clean himself and Leena. Needless to say, being cleaned by another is humiliating. She feels like she's being treated like a small girl child. But it is an improvement. At last she is bold enough to say: "Daddy, I'm through." Leena also enjoys defecating after being fed. Oleg enjoys keeping eye contact with Leena, who is squatting over the drain hole in the Cutie position. The "Cutie" position is new to BDSM circles. Before its wide-spread usage the two most used kneeling positions came from John Norman's Gor series: the tower, where the knees are together and the buttocks rest on heels; and the Nadu, where the knees are spread far apart and the buttocks again rests on the girl's heels. In the Cutie the feet are also spread far apart with the toes pointed outwards. The main source of revenue for the Internet Cybersex Prison comes from clients who pay for the use of girls. In a competitive market, the Prison must offer more and better experiences than other porno sites. The typical user pays for one hour of time on line with a girl. Actually, it's fifty minutes, ten minutes for preparation time. The girl is wired into the computer to relay vital signs as well as a host of other bio-metrics, muscle activity, and neurological measurements. The girl usually wears a Virtual Reality (VR) helmet, where some 3D virtual world is displayed. There are electrodes attached all over her face and head. An inflatable dildo is generally in her mouth. Body readings are usually obtained from a hard black plastic butt plug. In addition to vital signs, such as temperature, pulse rate, oxygenation level, the "black beauty" records and displays Galvanic skin response, muscle tension, moisture level, among other metrics. It is impossible for a girl to fake an orgasm, or nearly impossible. A girl may play whatever role the client demands, be it slave girl, warrior princess, witch, dominatrix, or animal. Electrodes are attached over much of her body, with special attention to her nipples and clitoris. There the electrodes are held in place by biting alligator clamps. But the big bucks come from extra items: the indwelling urethral catheter, the inflatable dildo, and other sex toys. A girl can be delivered to her session exhausted from an hour on a treadmill, which doubles the cost, or sleep deprived, which is very expensive, or having been flogged or whipped, which is the most expensive. Stretching of the vulva or anus is also a major money maker. But the appearance is more than the performance. The typical girl acts as if her situation were much more grave and severe than it is. The avatar projected into the VR helmet is always a beauty pageant winner! Who would pay to see a bald headed girl with hairy armpits and a stubble for a bush perform? Well, some might, if the price is right. Some pay for watching a girl straddle the drain hole to relieve herself. Leena learned that some pervs get their jollies watching a girl in the cutie pose urinating or straining over a hard stool. Whatever makes a profit for the prison is fair game. Leena got good at the cybersex video games. Some gamers prefer a good challenge to a simple submission. And Leena, once a brown belt in Judo, is certainly able to master the physics of combat. Of course there are girl-on-girl events. And even the ultimate surrender events in the octagon cage. 25 Nov 2011 Taunus Trumbo Leena_W3 Ch. 02 Disclaimer: The following story is fiction, cast in the future. Any resemblance to any person or group of persons, living or dead, is coincidental and should not be inferred. * This is a story about a fictitious place known as the Internet Cybersex Prison. Here the worst criminal minds among girls, ages 18 to 24, are incarcerated. They frequently are too dangerous to keep in normal prison populations. Here they are used in the most despicable ways imaginable. This story concerns one of the inmates and her usual activities. She is a beautiful, nineteen-year-old Asian girl named "Leena." The story relates the incredible humiliation and degradation in the Internet Cybersex Prison. Leena is a tall and tan and young and lovely brown belt in judo. She is under the control of a mistress named Chris. She is fed, watered, and subject to an anal body cavity search by a guard named Oleg every day. Leena has learned to submit to Oleg at her feeding time. "Oh Master," Leena begs, "please use this filthy, nasty slut's asshole. She longs for your cock to spread her ass cheeks and dig into her bowels. She cums when you are pumping her mercilessly." And so it goes. Leena also enjoys defecating after being fed. Oleg enjoys keeping eye contact with Leena, who is squatting over the drain hole in the Cutie position. At last she is bold enough to say: "Daddy, I'm through." It seems as though nothing ever changes at the Internet Cybersex Prison, but they change. Little by little Leena is winning over the heart and mind of the male guard Oleg. By her money-making performances on the game grid she is able to assuage Chris's smoldering desire to string her up and whip her mercilessly with a thick leather belt. Life is becoming more bearable for Leena. Then one day things change. Leena is sprawled over the drain hole as Oleg spoon feeds her. Her almond eyes stare gratefully into Oleg's myopic, astigmatic hazel eyes. "I have a job offer from a small private prison, Leena," Oleg relates. Leena keeps eating but utters a questioning sound. Oleg continues saying: "The Prison of Darkness is small and private. Faced with rising costs, they want an 'in' to the lucrative cybersex business. They are hiring me to assist them in this transition." Leena wonders what this will mean? She has invested much time and energy into currying favor with Oleg! Leena devotes herself even harder on the game grids. Now only a few skilled players can better the high-kicking brown belt. And, best of all, those players with high skill levels are more into competition and fighting than brutal BDSM or some deviate sexual perversion. Yet there are misogynists. And Roy Peach is one of them. Roy had many encounters with Leena before he was finally able to capture, abduct, and imprison her avatar on the game grid. With such a victory he gained the privilege of prescribing a punishment or torture for her in Real Life and witnessing the event as well. He had planked down many hard-earned dollars and many more hours of gaming to reach this level. At a prearranged time Lena is brought to a punishment room by Chris and two uniformed male guards. Leena fears the worst as she is strapped upside down on the Saint Andrews Cross. Extra ropes are tied at her knees and her legs rotated and bound to expose her crotch. Oleg, one of the guards, lathers and shaves Leena's pussy and her perineum. After she is slick, some slimy ointment is rubbed over her vulva and clitoris. It stings and burns. Cameras focus and record as Chris flexes the black leather belt. "You must not cry out, Leena," Chris demands. "After each blow you will thank me and beg another. Is that understood? This will last fifteen minutes, five with the strap on your pussy, five with a quirt on your breasts, and five with the bull whip on your back." "Yes Mistress Chris," Leena answers. Swinging with all her might, Chris lands a perfect swat on Leena's vulva. Leena retches and convulses. After a moment to catch her breath Leena speaks: "Thank you Mistress, may this worthless slut have another?" Leena is drooling and mucus flows from her nostrils. The burning and stinging in her pussy is amplified by the leather strap. Leena is a very strong woman. The pussy whipping goes on for five minutes. Despite the pain she is able to keep from screaming or crying out. After Chris finishes with Lena's pussy, she had her turned upright and dedicates five minutes to her breasts with a riding crop. Leena is turned on the Saint Andrew's Cross and she endures a final five minutes of a bull whip on her back, shoulders, buttocks, and legs. When she is finally let down, Leena struggles to stand. Oleg is amazed at the strength and endurance of the girl. He fetches a litter and carries her to her cell; she is barely conscious and clearly unable to walk. Oleg is sad to part ways with the girl, but his career is important. 21 February 2012 Taunus Trumbo