0 comments/ 5526 views/ 3 favorites Yuu Ch. 01 By: Taunus Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. No matter what sequence of events brought this eighteen-year-old schoolgirl Yuu to her current situation, it happened. Now she is confined in a ten-foot by ten-foot concrete cell as a sex slave; her every moment is broadcast via encryption on a dark underground of the Internet. She is cast as the lead actress in "Spankee" short films as well as being available for real-time, on-line viewing. Just who would be interested in seeing an attractive girl abused day after day? What manner of human would forgo a real life relationships for such vicarious voyeurism? A seventy-five year-old retiree, living in an assisted living module, is one sure candidate. Consider the profile of Henry. He resides in a tiny three room apartment: a bedroom; a bathroom with walk-in tub; and, a combination kitchen and living room. What Henry did prior to his retirement is inconsequential. He has found himself in his mid-seventies and suffering from Erectile Dysfunction (ET), incontinence, Parkinson's disease, constipation, myopia, Benign Prostatic Hyperplasia (BPH), as well as a plethora of minor geriatric ailments. Many men would rather pass away peacefully than to endure the difficulties at the end of life. Growing old is not for sissies. Yuu is Japanese; however, she is not the sole sentient being in Henry's life. His caregiver and nurse is Jane, a gynoid. Jane prepares Henry's food, tends to his personal hygiene, does minor dental and medical procedures, and handles Henry's finances and taxes. The tax structure is so complicated that no human with an IQ of less than 154 may do it on their own. Jane, like most gynoids, takes Henry shopping with her. There are many older men, called alaga, who are chauffeured about and accompany their caregiver gynoids. However, no matter how advanced the Artificial Intelligence functionals are, the uncanny gap has yet to be spanned! The technology experts estimate one more decade before humans and androids will be indistinguishable. Futurologists love to make claims about gadgets. The simple truth is that only a few valid hypotheses are reliable predictors. First is Moore's Law, which states that computer power will double every eighteen months. Then there is the Quantum Limit, which is the absolute maximum due to quantum mechanics. Multiple Central Processing Units (CPU) on a computer motherboard allow Moore's Law to continue for several more iterations. A home computer that can support 4096 CPUs on one motherboard is called a Parallel Processing Personal Computer (P3C). The third predictor of the future is demographics. The population will become over burdened with octogenarians. The result is the rise of the gerontocracy. Henry goes on line at two o'clock PM sharply. He opens his Internet browser in encrypted mode and acquires the camera feeds from the girl Yuu's prison cell. She hurriedly folds her thick, brown wool blanket and assumes the classical submissive posture position known as the Nadu. The contents of the cell are simply Yuu and her blanket. There is a rattle of keys and the steel cell door opens. It is Mistress Anna and a burly male guard, Oleg. Every morning is the same yet every morning is different, unique, and degrading. Yuu focuses her eyes on Mistress Anna's feet as she begs to be caned. "Mistress," she pleads, "a girl wishes so badly to have her bare bottom caned. She has been dreaming of having an orgasm while being caned severely." Across the bottom of the feed a ticker adds explanation: "This girl has been trained to climax only when being caned and by permission. Her training was intense and difficult. For detailed chronology, access Yuu's training folder." "I'm not totally convinced, Yuu, that you sincerely desire a caning," Mistress Anna replies. "I think that Oleg will be the one to punish you this morning." Yuu's face blanched at the thought of the burly man caning her. For sure it would be more severe than Mistress Anna's caning. "Stand, spread your feet apart, bend over, and touch your toes," Mistress Anna commands. Yuu complies quickly, embarrassed and humiliated as her anus, perineum, and vulva are visible in the crevasse of her ass cheeks, her glorious, blemish-free, flawless buttocks. Oleg takes a cane and rubs Yuu's ass with it. She shudders in anticipation of the stroke. After touching Yuu's buttocks, Oleg swings the cane through the air, making a hissing sound. Then, in a flash, the cane strikes Yuu's bare bottom. She lunges forward in intense pain. She struggles to catch her breath and speaks. "One, thank you Master. May a girl have another?" Yuu utters the expected response. As usual, there will be six strokes with the cane. This is Yuu's wake-up routine. Yuu's vulva glistens with vaginal fluid. She is becoming sexually aroused. Oleg rubs the whelp on Yuu's bare bottom. She breathes deeply as her clitoris begins to engorge. Then Oleg strikes Yuu again, with masculine muscle. Her ass now has two whelps, one of which is darkening already. "Two, thank you Master. May a girl have another?" Yuu begs for her third stroke. Oleg is quick to strike. Yuu nearly collapses in pain. Mistress Anna holds up her hand for Oleg to pause. "Are you ready to climax now, Yuu?" Mistress Anna asks. "Oh, yes Mistress," Yuu replies. "May a girl use her fingers?" "No," Mistress Anna retorts. "Oleg will probe your rectum. Understood?" "Yes, Mistress," Yuu replies. She knows that Oleg will be anything but gentle. She also knows that she must cum. Failure to climax and have a full orgasm is a punishable offense. Mistress Anna quickly inserts a transducer in Yuu's vagina to record and display her vital signs. There is no way to fake an orgasm in the Internet Cybersex Prison. Mistress Anna retrieves a table spoon from her utility belt. She collects Yuu's honey nectar from her inner thighs. She puts the spoon to Yuu's lips so that she may taste and swallow her oils of submission. As she backs away, Oleg moves in. "On your knees, girl," Oleg demands. "Spread those ass cheeks! Head to the ground!" Yuu struggles with the pain from the three cane strokes. She manages to spread her ass cheeks for the man and offer her brown star. Oleg removes a pair of green latex gloves, puts them on, and spits on the fingers. He then spits on Yuu's anus, lubricating it for his penetration. "Breathe deeply, girl," Oleg commands. He puts his right middle finger atop his right index finger and inserts the depraved duo deep into Yuu's rectum. She struggles to keep her ass cheeks spread as her glory of glories is stretched and rudely dilated. Oleg aligns his fingers side-by-side and curls them, pulling back against Yuu's anal sphincters. Yuu moans in discomfiture. Yuu tries to imagine being taken by her boy friend in another, happier life. She tries to feel that she is giving all her parts to one who loves her. With positive thoughts and conditioning, she is able to manage a climax. The transducer in Yuu's vagina records an orgasm of minimal magnitude. Mistress Anna frowns: "Three more of your hardest strokes, Oleg." Oleg pulls his fingers out of her rectum with a wet popping sound. He then pulls Yuu to her feet and has her bend over. He chooses a larger cane. "Are you ready girl?" Mistress Anna asks. "Yes, Mistress, please cane a girl harder for her weak orgasm," Yuu pleads. Oleg strikes three strokes rapidly, not affording Yuu the opportunity to count and thank him. He does this because the larger cane is excruciatingly and unbearably severe. He does not want Yuu to slip into unconsciousness and not experience the savagery of the larger cane. "Four, five, six," Yuu screams in pain. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." She is relieved that Oleg spared her the usual endurance in responding. Oleg cuffs Yuu's hands behind her back and the trio depart the cell for the game grids. Henry turns off his computer and sits back, satiated with viewing the event. "Why do you watch that, Henry?" Jane the gynoid asks. "Don't you find me attractive?" Jane is 5'9", 35(B)-25-35, 125 lbs, blue eyes, blonde hair, and an hourglass physique to kill or die for. Pygmalion, King of Syracuse, would gladly cast aside his statuesque Galatea for such a measurement marvel. "You are a machine," Henry retorts. "You cannot feel pain or pleasure, love or hate, joy or remorse." "And how do you know for a fact that that girl Yuu isn't a gynoid or cyborg skin-job?" Jane Interjects. "We can order skin for me that has whelps and bruises. And there are BDSM, D/s, Ryona, Gorean, and Spankee subroutines. They are very well written." "What?" Henry exclaims. "You are no more human than a toaster or a refrigerator! The next uniquely human female session that comes along, I want you to watch." A few days pass and Henry finally observes a session for Jane to consider. "Jane," Henry beckons, "today's wake-up should interest you." Jane scampers to the computer monitor. Yuu is kneeling on her brown, thick wool blanket in the Nadu pose. Mistress Anna and Oleg enter the cramped concrete cell. There is a steel door, two air duct grills, and a hole in the floor to use as a toilet and sink, albeit no amenities. Mistress Anna has Yuu stand, spread her legs, and grab her ankles. Menstrual fluid drools from her vulva and streaks down her inner thighs. Yuu is embarrassed. There is no tissue, kotex, or tampex in Yuu's cell. She feels like a caged animal, with the exception of her one "sanitary day" each week. Yuu is obviously having menstrual cramps. She takes a deep breathe and speaks to Mistress Anna: "Please cane this girl hard, Mistress. She is enduring cramping and flooding and needs to experience an earth-shattering orgasm." Mistress Anna removes a stout leather belt from Oleg's utility belt. "This should do nicely," she comments. "Does a girl crave a whipping with the leather belt?" Mistress Anna asks. "Oh, yes Mistress," Yuu replies. She is nervous, her legs trembling, and her menstrual cramping is worsened in the cold air. She knows that the worst is yet to come. "Why is Yuu being whipped during her period?" Jane asks Henry. "She is especially vulnerable during her 'time of the month,'" Henry answers. "She will also be abused in her vagina and uterus during the day." "This makes no sense to me," Jane interjects. "Why is she being made to suffer and what profit is it?" Henry explains: "There is a charge to access the encrypted underground, where forbidden, taboo, and illegal events occur. It seems definite that Yuu is really an eighteen-year-old Japanese schoolgirl, but there is always room for doubt. The uncanny valley is hard to discern in the BDSM and torture scenarios. There is a window of 'deny-ability' for the end user." Henry continues: "Of course, for enough money one could go deeper into the dark parts of the Internet. There is a world of dark, depraved desires." "But Yuu can't possibly enjoy her whippings, canings, and humiliation." Jane remarks. "She has been trained," Henry explains: "She knows the alternatives." The sound of the leather belt striking soft flesh makes Yuu cry out. She screams as the belt leaves a wide, red whelp. She twists and retches: "One, Thank you Mistress." Her legs are wobbly---menstrual fluid drips onto the floor and streaks down her inner thighs. The whipping exacerbates her cramping and misery. Oleg sticks his hand between Yuu's legs and pulls her upright by her pussy. Yuu moans. As soon as Yuu was back in position, Mistress Anna brings full circle to strike Yuu's unprotected, vulnerable, exposed bottom. Yuu falls to one knee. She struggles to gain her breath and murmurs "Two, Thank you Mistress---more please." "Louder, girl." Mistress Anna insists as she strikes Yuu across her shoulders for variety. Yuu thanks her mistress, who issues the order for her to climax and cum. "Time for you to cum, girl," Mistress Anna demands. She forces a transducer into Yuu's vagina. "You have two minutes to cum. You may finger your asshole." Mistress Ann smiles, knowing the difficult quest induced for the girl." Yuu tries to remember arousing events and sultry sexual situations. She has small success. After two minutes she hasn't climaxed. Mistress Ann informs Yuu that she will have punishment before bed---paying clients will be invited to observe. "Beg for your next three strokes, girl," as Mistress Anna puts away the leather belt and fetches a split-tailed leather paddle. She shows the cruel instrument to Yuu. "Please Mistress, not the split strap," Yuu begs. "Beg for it girl," Mistress demands. Yuu is silent for a moment. "Must a command be repeated?" The Mistress asks. Yuu trembles and shakes as she speaks: "Please treat your girl to the delight of the split tailed strap, Mistress." "Convince me, girl!" Mistress Ann demands. Yuu cries as she struggles through pain to find the necessary words. "Please Mistress, a girl dreams of the split strap striking her bare bottom." Mistress Anna slaps Yuu's buttocks hard with the split strap. Yuu falls down, she is caught by Oleg. "Give her the final strokes, Oleg," Mistress Anna directs. "We have much to do, Today is her 'sanitary' day." As Oleg delivers the final swats, Henry turns off the computer. Jane considers all that she has seen and heard. "Why do you continue to observe this girl and her captors?" Jane asks her alaga Henry. "I'm not exactly sure why," Henry confesses. "It is like an addiction, albeit a harmless, victim-less addiction." "I'm not sure that I understand," Jane replies. While the two are chatting, the cameras are filming Yuu, Mistress Anna, and Oleg in the hygiene station. Here the girls have their fingernails and toenails trimmed, their hair cut to one-sixteenth of an inch, their pussies shaved, and a thorough body cavity search. The speculum is inserted into vagina and anus, spreading them painfully wide. The girls are bald-headed with hairy armpits, to add insult to their humiliation. "You say 'harmless,'" Jane retorts, "but you subscription fee, albeit small, supports organized crime, prostitution, and immoral behavior. Well, as a gynoid, who am I to judge human behavior? It seems me, as a logical, sentient being, to see whatever pleasure you or the other horny old bastards on the Internet is obtained by seeing a young girl punished, caned, and tortured. Weren't you once into technology? Scientific 3D modeling even. You are retired now---advance science and technology!" Henry rudely interrupts: "Fuck you bitch! I retired because I had to. With Parkinson's disease I cannot even draw a chart, let alone an abstract topology. Typing on a keyboard is a challenge. What ideas I would like to expand, I must do solely in my headbrain. A nearly impossible feat. Even as Yuu is in a cell, so also am I frozen in the time-space continuum. I enjoy her true physical suffering." "Don't you ever wonder what was her crime to deserve such extreme, brutal punishment?" Jane asks. "I have never asked," Henry responds. "Well, to know the girl's history would cost more and draw me deeper into the dark side. Now I have no idea, no proof, that Yuu is not an actress nor a cyborg, nor even a 3D avatar on a well-constructed game grid. Simply stated: 'I do not want to know that!'" "But if I used my knowledge of cyberspace and found out?" Jane postulated. "If she were, in fact, a flesh-and-blood being held against her will, then by law I would have to report it. I would certainly lose my access to the dark side and encryption key! I even might be brought before a magistrate. At best I could be ordered to take addiction avoidance therapy, be forbidden to use the Internet, and forced to register as a pornography addict." Henry elaborates. "And you and your company would find yourselves in a world of shit with the AARP, ACLU, SIR, and other alphabetic NGOs and rights' advocates. For sure my church would excommunicate me if I didn't immediately repent and conform to their criteria. You are nothing but an intelligent toaster; you would certainly be derezzed into a bit bucket. That mobile corpse could be converted into a masturbatory doll for some pervert." "Only human beings fear death---no other animal knows that sooner or later it will die," Jane remarks. "And you are aware of your existence by virtue of a gaggle of concatenated subroutines, Jane," Henry comments. A banner flashes across the monitor announcing a time and sim for Yuu's punishment. Henry, knowing some points of high-energy magnetic field theory, is anxious to see the gorgeous girl be controlled and manipulated. 20 June 2014 Yuu Ch. 02 Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Yuu is an eighteen-year-old Japanese schoolgirl who is currently an inmate in the Internet Cybersex Prison. Henry is a seventy-five-year-old retiree and subscriber to the live camera feed from her cell. Jane is the gynoid caregiver assigned to maintain Henry. Mistress Anna is a matron in the prison; Oleg is a guard. Yuu has failed to perform during her morning wake-up and is scheduled for punishment. Henry is trying to reach the site and log-in, but is experiencing technical difficulties. "The Internet needs to be improved," the crusty, crass curmudgeon Henry complains. "Just be patient," Jane advises. "Your site is like in Siberia or someplace similar. Cold and distant." "I want to watch Yuu's punishment, Jane," Henry interjects. "I'm sure that they will employ a new version of the Virtual Reality helmet!" "The VR helmet with powerful, variable, directed magnetic fields?" Jane inquires. "Precisely and exactly," Henry replies. "Now, with the advent of a suitable transfer function, even dreams can be induced, memories reconstituted, and (gasp) a female may have an irresistible compunction to climax sexually. This has been observed in certain cases of brain tumors or brain damage from automobile accidents. The female's inhibitions are overridden by impulse. This requires a powerful, directed magnetic field. Just now the technology to accurately and precisely induce and direct such a field is coming to use." "Oh," Jane utters. Just then the monitor comes on line. Yuu is already in position, her hands cuffed and above her head via a chain from the ceiling. Yuu shows no embarrassment---the Internet Cybersex Prison permits no privacy. The girls soon learn that they have no expectation of privacy. Worse still is the cell where the girl is afforded no amenities: toilet paper, Kotex, or running water. Oleg is inserting a blue "saddle" on Yuu. The saddle is a device that fits in Yuu's stride. It has an inflatable butt plug, an inflatable dildo, and an indwelling female urinary catheter. Yuu is doubly miserable as the dildo presses against her tumescent, turgid cervix. This day is the second, and strongest day of her period. She is "flooding." After a brief commercial message peddling the VR helmet and its robust features, the helmet is placed on Yuu's head and energized. Her vital signs are reported from the saddle and from the helmet. The saddle is a primitive BDSM device, purely mechanical. The saddle can be used to force enemas, distend the bladder, massage or irritate the vagina, or permit the insertion of a uterine catheter. The uterine catheter can be used to inject various and sundry liquids into the girl's womb. Mistress Anna loves to inject the juice of hot chili peppers; today, however, the it is the new VR helmet is to be demoed. There is the all-too-familiar sixty-cycle AC hum as the powerful transformer generates the necessary power. The dashboard on Henry's computer comes alive. Henry is techno-savvy. Those not familiar with electromagnetic fields and waves find much of the dashboard to be naught but Greek. Henry is fascinated with the complex analysis. It is complex both in the lay definition as well as the mathematical complex variable sense. Transducers indicate the activation and stimulation of Yuu's orgasmic brain region. "May a girl cum, Mistress?" Yuu begs as the stimulation becomes intense. "No, Yuu," Mistress Anna replies. "You must hold your orgasm until given permission. Yuu twists and turns, pulling against her restraints, as chemical messengers flood her limbic brain with hormones and endorphins. Yuu tries to focus her thoughts and mind from the approaching, earth-shattering orgasm. She cannot believe that technology has such overarching control. Her struggling is in vain. She writhes and squirms as she climaxes. The vital signs on the dashboards all confirm the obvious: Yuu is cumming, and cumming multi-orgasmic as well. "Oleg, cane this girls bare buttocks, back, teats, and cunt. Ten strokes on each." Mistress Anna demands. "Yes, Mistress," Oleg replies and fetches a large rattan cane. Yuu feels the ebb and flow of her orgasms. She decides that she will not afford the observers the satisfaction of hearing her cry out or scream in pain. She will stoically endure the canings. "Is a girl ready," Oleg asks? "Yes, Master," Yuu answers. The cane strikes her bare bottom. Yuu swallows hard and speaks: "One, thank you Master, may I have another, please?" The cane strikes her bare bottom a second time. Yuu struggles not to scream in pain. Yuu feels a flow of vaginal fluid as she experiences another orgasm. She manages to speaks: "Two, thank you Master, may I have another, please?" Oleg strikes harder, fully expecting Yuu to cry out. Tears flow from her eyes, she is drooling, her nose is running, but she does not scream. Yuu speaks: "Three, thank you Master, m... may I have another, please?" Oleg delivers another stroke to Yuu's carved ivory derrière, which now has four whelps. Yuu counts and asks for "more please." The fifth stroke is low, near her legs. Yuu is cumming again. The blue saddle, tight in her crotch, holds the fluid in. She utters: "Five, th... thank you Master. May this girl have another?" Yuu is disgusted at having to thank her punisher and ask for something that she clearly does not want. Moreover, to have to use the P-word (please). She has grown accustomed to the six strokes of the thin, flexible cane. But this is ten strokes with a thick cane. And she will have to endure caning on her back, tits, and pussy as well. The sixth stroke comes quickly and Yuu loses her footing, being suspended from falling by the wrist cuffs, which hurt her a maximum. She says: "Six, thank you Master, may I have another please?" She seems to be winning the battle of wills with Mistress Anna. Despite her annoying orgasms and the painful strokes, she has managed to respond without giving her observers the satisfaction of watching her scream and beg "enough." Oleg delivers the seventh stroke. Tears cascade down Yuu's hot pink cheeks. She struggles as if through a cloud and says: "Seven, thank you Master, may I have another please?" Oleg strikes Yuu an eighth time. She counts and asks for another stroke. Oleg strikes Yuu bare bottom a ninth time. She tries to speak but is held back for a moment by a mind-numbing orgasm, induced by a powerful magnetic field. At last she is able to utter: "Nine th.. thank you, m... Master. More please." "Louder girl," Mistress Anna commands. Oleg delivers the final stroke to her derrière. Yuu coughs and says "Ten" followed by "thank you" and "another please. Mistress Anna says: "We need to move on. Cane her shoulders next, Oleg. She doesn't need to count, save time. We have tits and pussy to go." "Yes, Mistress Anna," Oleg replies. "Are you ready, girl?" "Yes, Master," Yuu responds. She is unaware of the pain from a caning of her back. Heretofore she has always been caned on her bare bottom. Oleg administers the ten strokes. Yuu struggles to keep from crying out in pain. At the eighth stroke, she lapses into unconsciousness. Mistress Anna steps forward and slaps her face hard, bringing Yuu back to her physical reality. Oleg quickly finishes up with strokes nine and ten. He then walks around to begin the caning of Yuu's tiny breasts. Mistress Anna smiles, knowing that for sure Yuu will break down crying and screaming and begging for a quick end. Oleg retrieves a wooden paddle for Yuu's breasts. He rubs her breasts with the paddle before striking. Yuu didn't know such pain exists. Worse than that, she is forced to cum during the entire ordeal. Caning the pussy is a bit of a problem. Oleg lowers the chain suspending Yuu's arms and has her spread her legs, making her privates available for an underhand swat. He then looks to Mistress Anna concerning the bright blue saddle nestled between her labia majora and held in place by a dildo, butt plug, and an indwelling urethral catheter. His first inclination is to remove the device. "The saddle stays, Oleg," Mistress Anna commands. "Yes, M'Lady," Oleg replies and retrieves a riding crop (quirt) for the tasking. "Keep your legs apart, girl," Oleg directs Yuu. "Is a girl ready?" "Yes, Master," Yuu replies, "please punish this girl's pussy." Yuu has no idea of what is about to occur. Oleg serves the first stroke. The riding crop pinches the labia majora against the bright blue saddle on impact and shoots pain through her perineum, rectum, and vagina. Since it is her period, her uterus convulses and cramps, yielding excruciating pain. Yuu screams and brings her legs together. Mistress Anna is finally satisfied as the girl cries out. Tears are flowing and dripping on her bruised tits. Oleg comes over and pulls her legs apart. Yuu simply cannot take the pain; her legs pull back together. Oleg leaves for a spreader bar. "Thank you Master," Yuu says. She knows that Oleg can force her legs apart with many strokes. At least she must endure only nine more. On the second stroke, Yuu's comely clitoris is the target. The saddle rocks back, making her anus distend. The VR helmet makes her cum again. She has been having orgasm after orgasm for over half an hour now. How could something so wonderful become such a disgusting torment? The third stroke is received. Yuu screams: "Ai!" Mistress Anna feels that at last Yuu has been stripped of her final dignity. She is screaming and crying and struggling. "Beg for him to whip you harder, girl!" Yuu would like nothing more in the world at this time than to defy Mistress Anna. She is at the limit of her endurance. She can no longer hold back her screams and cloak herself with the dignity and grace of silence. She coughs and pulls against her restraints. "Please strike this girl's cunt harder, Master," Yuu pleads. Before Oleg can answer or comply, Mistress Anna makes a remark: "Tell him how much you look forward to your final swats, girl. Make it authentic." Hatred flashes through Yuu's eyes. She feels that she could kill Mistress Anna and tell God that she died. She works to compose herself and her request. "Oh, Master, this worthless slut begs for you to whip her dirty, ugly cunt. She loves to feel your strength with the quirt. Her pussy needs to be swollen and bruised. Please, Master. This worthless slut begs you please." Mistress Anna smiles at the request. Oleg obliges her. At the next stroke Yuu's knees buckle. Mistress Anna steps forward and slaps her face again. Yuu smolders inside with rage. Then she feels the flush of an unwanted, induced orgasm. Never could she have dreamed of such torment, torture. 21 June 2014 Yuu Ch. 03 Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. ***** Yuu is an eighteen-year-old Japanese schoolgirl who is currently an inmate in the Internet Cybersex Prison. Henry is a seventy-five-year-old retiree and subscriber to the live camera feed from her cell. Jane is the gynoid caregiver assigned to maintain Henry. Mistress Anna is a matron in the prison; Oleg is a guard. Henry turns off his P3C and rocks back in his chair. Jane goes to the kitchen to fix some supper for her alaga. Henry wishes that he could experience more than a vivid vicarious voyeurism of the event. Years of working at a no-brain, brain-dead, dead-end, end-game job has robbed him of his vitality. For sure medical science could restore him to some degree; however, health care is unaffordable except for the very rich (0.01%) or the indigent poor, for whom everything is free. This is best understood by observing the bumper stickers claiming: "I'm on Welfare, and I vote." The classical Protestant work ethic is long gone. As she fixes food for Henry, Jane asks some questions concerning the episode that they witnessed streaming from the Internet Cybersex Prison. "Why did Mistress Anna have Yuu's breasts and privates caned?" Jane asks. "It is part and parcel of her punishment," Henry remarks. "It is a pain uniquely tailored for a female sex slave. For sure she will be used on the game grids." "I don't have a subroutine for the game grids," Jane comments. "Can you, or would you, like to elaborate?" "I pay the absolute minimum for a real time feed of Yuu's cell, so as to enjoy her daily wake-up routine as well as some extra events, such as her punishment, as you have observed, Jane," Henry explains. He continues: "There are those who play 3D animation with a girl 'wired and plugged,' for on-line action. I simply cannot afford such entertainment. What I spend is less than the cost of an eight-ounce soft drink, or a tip at the local StarBux(tm), or a rental video diskette. There are those lucky few with excess capital. They can interact and control Yuu's avatar. Maybe even the girl herself, for all I know. But, as already said, 'I don't want to know that.'" "Why not contribute to charity or the church and overcome this perverse addiction. If no one spent money on these activities, then they would go away." Jane remarks. "Hell," Henry interjects, "I have no idea. As long as there are exhibitionist girls who enjoy enduring pain for special attention, I doubt it seriously. In a culture and society that worships thin, young, blonde-haired, blue-eyed girls, what can a busty, full-figured brunette do? She can have an avatar on the game grid!" "It seems so artificial, fake to me," Jane retorts with an artificial monotone. "I gave a maximum to charity while I was employed," Henry argues. "Be honest. You-like many workers-prostituted yourself to management to keep a job. You were lucky to be able to retire. Most employers terminate their employees just before they are eligible for a pension." Jane answers back. Henry is slightly embarrassed and surprised at Jane. "I guess so," he utters. "While you are fixing 'eats' I want to review the punishment video. In particular, I want to zero in on the girl's breasts being paddled." Henry turns his P3C back on and extracts a five minute film bite containing the paddling of Yuu's small breasts. He saves it in his folder at the site, not on his computer. While, strictly speaking, there is nothing illegal about a consenting adult role-playing or acting in a BDSM movie, should a governmental agency decide to make an issue of it... Well, the files in the Internet Cybersex Prison files are encrypted and liable to self-destruct if probed. Henry pays each month via PayEasy(R) to avoid giving out personal financial data. His gynoid Jane keeps a close hold on his expenses. It turns out that this is the only money outgoing that she can't scrutinize. It is a "petty expense" (under $20 USD) in any case. The clip starts with Oleg massaging Yuu's tiny tits with a wooden paddle. Rubbing first one and then the other, he notices that she is sexually aroused. She has a vague garlic-like scent on her breath. Her armpits exposed, due to her being suspended by her wrists, exude perspiration of sexual arousal, the essence of an overarching sex drive. After observing Yuu's nipples stand at attention and her areola pucker, he strikes without warning. First he swats her left tit, then the right, then back to the left again, then the right, and a pause. Yuu has never experienced such acute pain before. At first she is too numb and breathless to cry out in agony. Then, regaining control of her senses, she struggles to avoid pleasing the observers with the screams of delirium. Oleg rubs her reddened and discolored breasts again. Yuu is miserable as an unwanted orgasm is building in the midst of major suffering. Again Oleg arouses the girl then swats her breasts left, right, left, and right. The count is now eight-only two left to endure. For those two Oleg employs the split-tail leather paddle. He fully expects to elicit a loud outcry from the girl. He swats the girl's left breast and is amazed at her fortitude. Tears and sweat pour out and her underarms drool a viscous perspiration from dehydration. Oleg employs masculine muscle as he swats Yuu's right breast. Her breasts are changing hue to dark red and her areola change hue from umber through sienna to an ocher, indicating the severity of the bruising. Henry turns off the computer and enjoys his meal. His gynoid Jane is strangely silent. Now he is coping with mixed emotions, wonder if he is doing something that is inherently wrong. He recalls Shakespeare: "Nothing is good or bad but thinking makes it so." Perhaps tomorrow will be a better day. Promptly at two o'clock PM Henry turns on his computer and goes to the live feed from Yuu's cell in the Internet Cybersex Prison. Yuu is posed in the Nadu, her tiny tits are swollen and discolored. Mistress Anna and Oleg enter. "You will not be caned today," Mistress Anna announces. "Instead Oleg will administer. For sure you have been unable to defecate since your punishment." "Thank you Mistress," Yuu says in a flat, monotone voice. Yuu does not appreciate the enema. On the other hand, she is glad not to endure the mandatory six strokes of the thin cane. Her buttocks are bruised and sore. "On you knees, girl, and spread your cheeks," Oleg orders. Yuu kneels, head to the floor and derrière raised. She delicately spreads her ass cheeks. Oleg puts on green latex gloves and retrieves a disposable saline enema tube. He spits on Yuu's anus and removes the red cap from the enema nozzle. He slowly eases the nozzle into Yuu's rectum. Once inside, he squeezes the enema tube. It has a one-way valve that prevents blow-back. Yuu moans as the saline enters her rectum. Soon, the enema solution will draw water from her colon and distend her rectum. Oleg jerks the enema nozzle from the naked girl's ass and pulls her to her feet. Her hands are cuffed behind her back. Mistress Anna has brought along a two-liter plastic bottle. She puts the mouth of the bottle to Yuu's lips and orders her to drink all. Yuu struggles to drink as fast as she can. Then she begins to feel the pressure build in her large bowel. The slave girl realizes that she will have to endure a distended colon. Yuu begins to fidget and squirm as she is hydrated and struggling with a belly full of liquid. She begs to be allowed to use toilet. Actually, the "toilet" in Yuu's cell is a hole in the floor, approximately a foot in diameter. She straddles the open hole with a pose commonly called the "Cutie." Her legs are folded beneath her, her feet are separated, and her feet splayed outwards. From the front her pussy is visible and from behind the crack of her bruised ass. She expels the ejecta with effort because she is embarrassed to be forced to defecate in front of others. Mistress Anna reminds her to keep eye contact. There are "potty" sounds as Yuu takes her shit. It embarrasses and humiliates her all-the-more. Once done, she looks around. Then she realizes that she will not be afforded the privilege of cleansing herself. Oleg pulls Yuu to her feet and the three depart for the game grids. For sure she will be reprimanded for coming to the game grid unwashed. But that view is for premium members. As Henry closes down his computer and logs off from the Internet Cybersex Prison, he suddenly realizes that his caregiver Jane is shoulder surfing him. "And you have doubts as to Yuu's humanity?" Jane asks Henry. "Maybe she is an actor, an actress, a prostitute, or a submissive slave girl," Henry retorts. "And I'm not the only one viewing her this way either." "So you think that this character Yuu would endure such as we have witnessed just for money or attention?" Jane continues to press the matter. "What would you have me do?" Henry asks Jane then answers his own question: "You would have me socialize with those nosy old women down in the lobby or hang out with a bunch of senile horny old bastards? Maybe join that bunch of old whores saying the rosary? Hmm? Sounds more like hell than heaven! Yuu is only in the prison until she is twenty-four at the maximum, maybe even before. I don't know. I only know that at some time in the future, they will replace Yuu with another, maybe younger, inmate." "You enjoy seeing Yuu being forced to have an enema?" Jane queries. She notes that Yuu is Japanese. "Maybe it's because your HMO botched your hemorrhoid operation." Henry spat forth a long string of four-letter, Anglo-Saxon vulgarisms before he could put a sentence together. "How did you know that? Medical records are supposed to be confidential." "One of those old women who hang out in the lobby told me," Jane replies. "Does it surprise you that just about any data is available on the Internet?" "I just realized something," Henry exclaims, "I'm having an argument with a sentient toaster. Like 'Seat Belts Save Lives' I presume that you are looking after my spiritual and mental well-being. Huh... But what you don't know won't hurt me." Jane returns to her banal, mundane, routine chores. Henry lies down on the couch and takes a short rest. The tit paddling and the quarrel with his caregiver have left him momentarily exhausted. Of course some bible-thumping religious zealot would claim that viewing such on the Internet is sinful and evil, but it gives Henry some satisfaction. Jane is a sentient gynoid, with many mental enhancements. She does some clandestine detective work on the Internet Cybersex Prison and learns some interesting facts. The question is: "Will Jane's alaga, Henry, find himself in trouble with the authorities? Meanwhile, Henry in a hypnagogic state, fantasizes about his next session with Yuu, Mistress Anna, and Oleg. He is anxious to see her routine re-established. Still bruised and sore, her ass will have to endure six strokes while she induces an orgasm. All he can do is wait. 24 June 2014 Yuu Ch. 04 Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. ***** Yuu is an eighteen-year-old Japanese schoolgirl who is currently an inmate in the Internet Cybersex Prison. Henry is a seventy-five-year-old retiree and subscriber to the live camera feed from her cell. Jane is the gynoid caregiver assigned to maintain Henry. Mistress Anna is a matron in the prison; Oleg is a guard. Promptly at two o'clock PM Henry turns on his computer and tries to log onto the Internet Cybersex Prison and get the live-feed from Yuu's cell. He looks forward to seeing her wake-up routine, her body cavity search, and her morning caning. But he cannot connect. He tries again and again, without success. Sometimes the site is down for a short while, so Henry, frustrated and disappointed, logs onto the BBC news. After searching a few web sites and reading the news three times, Henry tries to log onto the Internet Cybersex Prison again. He still isn't having any success. Jane senses Henry's irritability and inquires as to the nature of his mood. "Is Mister Henry having a difficulty? Maybe I can help?" "Yes," Henry answers. "I can't log onto my favorite site. I am a paid client too." "Let me run a quick diagnostic," Jane requests. "Might as well, Jane," Henry responds. "I'm getting nowhere fast here." After a few nanoseconds Jane informs Henry that the site is off-line, has been off-line for a while, and suspicions are that the Internet Cybersex Prison itself has been raided. Henry is shocked and flashes a scenario of paranoia. Those surfing the web for soft pornography and adult material are often beset by paranoia. The concept of sin can be debilitating and embarrassing. For years Henry mockingly assigned "sin" to be some trigonometric function. Once retired and "out of the loop" with engineers and scientists, the geriatric community is saturated with believers who infuse moral dictates, regardless and irrespective of their own past behavior. When Henry was young and robust his philosophy was summed up by the phrase: "My only regrets are the temptations that I successfully avoided." "What am I to do, Jane?" Henry asks his caregiver. "Whatever you want to do, Henry," Jane remarks matter-of-factly. "You are no help!" Henry exclaims. "I am here to help," Jane interjects sarcastically. "It's like I had a 'thing' going on with Yuu," Henry confesses. "Can you direct me to another site?" Henry asks Jane. "No. It is outside the scope of my programming," Jane answers. "Grr," Henry growls. His frustration grows. It was by pure chance and luck alone that he discovered the Internet Cybersex Prison, hidden in the anonymity of the tightly encrypted Internet. Now the link is dead. As he surfs the Internet, he finds plenty of BDSM sites, but none that offer the same level of realism and content. Of course, Jane would be willing to role-play with him, but that would cost extra for the BDSM subroutines and punished, bruised skins. On a fixed income he feels himself disenfranchised and genuinely out of luck. Henry opens a folder in his encrypted on-line storage area. He browses through the library of files of videos that he saved from the Internet Cybersex Prison, captured from live feeds, mostly from her cell with a ritual morning wake-up. Dozens show Yuu being caned and made to masturbate and climax during her six-stroke caning. Henry craves something live, topical, and different. The thought of Yuu being caned while bruised and sore is intriguing. Now he feels that his whole day is gone to hell. He closes his treasure trove of Yuu and her abuse and reads the news again, going from one article to another. "I have a tasty breakfast for you," Jane tells Henry. "It's nutritious oat meal." "Ugh!" Henry grunts as he makes a face. "Whatever happened to eggs, bacon, toast with jelly and butter, and coffee with cream and sugar?" "You have to consider the consequences, Henry," Jane advises. "You risk constipation if you eat like an eighteen-year-old manual laborer." Henry frowns. He knows the truth, although he hates like hell to admit it. Then he remembers the jokes about crusty old curmudgeons. They are the classics and so very true, unfortunately. So much is due to misunderstandings. But little helps to relieve the frustration. Henry feels as if he knew Yuu, Mistress Anna, and Oleg personally. The fact that Yuu will be available for several years and suffer intensive programming fascinates him. Yet now the URL is dead; no doubt the Internet Cybersex Prison was raided. Henry surfs the web to see if there is any trace of the personages on line. "When was the last time that you had an orgasm?" Jane inquires. She knows that the horny old pervert has long since lost his youthful virility, much traded in to the company as he struggled to reach retirement age and a pension without being terminated, with or without extreme prejudice, for the financial benefit of the company. Henry is silent. Jane then opens yet another avenue of conversation: "You recall the VR helmet that Yuu wore in the streaming video?" Henry nods affirmatively. "Well," Jane continues, "there is one for men as well. It is especially made for those suffering erectile dysfunction. Everything happens in the limbic brain." "Oh?" Henry utters. All of a sudden he is intrigued with the prospect. "You have enough in your bank account to afford it!" Jane advises. "After all, you will be renting it. It's not like a purchase. And I could get some petite, young Asian skin--Japanese, Chinese, or the like." Henry is warming up to the idea. Jane mentions some oriental measurements: 33B-24-34; 5'8"; Shoe size 8; etc. "Shall I order the skin on a trial basis, Mister Henry?" Jane asks. "By all means," Henry answers. A few days pass then early one morning, while Henry is still asleep, a delivery van arrives. Jane signs off for the two packages. One is the "Kelly Gynoid" and the other is a "male VR helmet." Jane activates the gynoid kernel transfer protocol. She then becomes the Asian gynoid and the blonde-haired, blue-eyed model is returned for recycling. When Henry wakes up he is amazed to see his new gynoid fixing his breakfast, wearing only an apron. Her small breasts are firm and her nipples are erect, areola puckered, and carved ivory derrière hard and tight. The voice has a distinct Chinese accent, but more musical than sultry. Although Jane's voice was the maximum of the class of sultry Caucasian women, she never was able to turn Henry on. Henry is aghast, then he notices the box containing the VR helmet. "Eat your oatmeal, silly man," Jane, now Kelly, chides him. The "Jane Gynoid" has been replaced by the "Kelly Gynoid." "You are anxious to try out the VR helmet?" Kelly inquires of Henry. It is clear what his intentions are. "But it has to map your brain first and determine how to direct the strong magnetic lines of flux. You need to start wearing it for one or two hours a day, no more." Henry understands the caveat, but he is impatient. "You are my gynoid," Henry states. "I want to jump in now. The idea of having a mental orgasm despite erectile dysfunction fascinates me. I want to 'learn as I go' so to speak." "That isn't a good idea," Kelly remarks. "But fools rush in where angels dare to tread." Henry takes Kelly to the bed room and has her remove her apron. Her tall Asian physique would make a dead corpse male come to life and "cum again." Henry puts on the helmet. A chime sets off a warning: "Initialization required." "Override and engage now," Henry demands. "Command received," the VR helmet retorts. "Authorize waiver of liability." "Yeah," Henry insists. The helmet exudes some pheromones with the scent of a sexually aroused Asian woman. Strong magnetic fields flux deep inside Henry's headbrain. He sees himself in bed with Kelly. He reaches over and pinches her left breast with his right hand. "Ouch," Kelly responds, "Daddy, that hurts." A single tear forms in Kelly's eye. "Please be gentle with me daddy." Henry had not expected being called Daddy. The avatar was clearly a girl in her late teens. Barely legal maybe, but legal. Or did the technology allow even that prohibition to be overcome. A collage of scenes and raw emotions fluxed through Henry's hypnagogic state. His blood pressure rises and, for the first time in years, his penis is fully erect. Somehow the VR helmet is pushing all his buttons. Just how far can this go? Could Henry's failure to initialize result in him having a stroke. "When all else fails, read the instructions. 30 June 2014 Yuu Ch. 05 Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. ***** Yuu is an eighteen-year-old Japanese schoolgirl whose location is currently unknown. Henry is a seventy-five-year-old retiree and subscriber to the live camera feed from the Internet Cybersex Prison (if they ever come back online). Kelly (AKA Jane) is the gynoid caregiver assigned to maintain Henry. Mistress Anna is a matron in the prison; Oleg is a guard. After a romantic interlude with Kelly, Henry recalls the last flesh-and-blood woman he had sex with. It was a long time ago, during the war. Marianne was a young college coed with deep convictions against the war. He has to confess that Kelly, albeit a gynoid, has awakened some long suppressed desires. Kelly snuggles beside Henry and says: "Daddy, I went back fifty years in your life, pulled employment, school, and medical records. Now I think that I have your profile. Want to explain?" "What?" Henry exclaims. "Isn't that some kind of invasion of privacy or the like?" "Not if you are my alaga," Kelly replies. "It's kinda like a psychological profile. Now let's see... You graduate from college and get your Master of Science degree in physics. Very impressive. Then you drop out of the PhD program to work as a research scientist. (It is in the military-industrial complex.) After two years you suffer some kind of nervous breakdown and are diagnosed as having schizophrenia. (Kelly pauses.) Then you are unemployed or underemployed for two years, going job to job. Somehow you manage to recover and enlist in the US Army Infantry for six years. After that you get a job working for a robotics firm as a low-level computer programmer; you work there for over thirty years until you retire at over seventy years old. Did I get it all right?" "I had to drop out of the PhD program because the Selective Service System (SSS) revoked all graduate student draft deferments. A job offer came along. (The job had a critical skills deferment.) The job was using living tissue to separate isotopes. It was the best job of my life!" Henry explains. "What happened?" Kelly inquired. "It's a long, complicated story," Henry responds. "I was younger than the other scientists and single. Almost all were married. It seemed like my good fortune to meet an intelligent, open-minded woman named Marianne Albright. We had a month-long affair. Unbeknown to me, she was one of those pacifists willing to sacrifice anything to end the war. She succeeded in ending my career with LSD. I developed paranoia and also realized that I was an alcoholic. After two years of psychiatric treatment, I overcome the schizophrenia. I quit drinking and smoking. But I was unemployable. The military offered a chance to recover. It was pure insanity. After six long, long years it looked like I finally had a life." "Then during a re-enlistment physical somehow my psychiatric record surfaced. As the Spec-Five said, when I told him that no one can tell... I was completely in remission. No one need know, he said 'but I can tell.' My military career ended abruptly." Henry continued. Perhaps this is the root of misogyny. As Kelly ruminates on the situation, an e-mail comes. It is from Mistress Anna, Yuu's matron. It has a video attached. The text of the e-mail states that the Internet Cybersex Prison is no more. Apparently Mistress Anna got Henry's e-mail address. "Shall I delete it?" Kelly asks. "No," Henry answers, "let me open it." "Here is your chance to put BDSM behind you, or not," Kelly cautions. The message text says that the prison is closed but daily live feeds are available at the same cost. The video is a sample. The video opens to a jail cell. There are walls on three sides and bars on the fourth. A rack folds down from a wall to serve as a bed. On the side opposite the bars is a combination water fountain, sink, and toilet. Yuu is sleeping naked on the rack. "Up girl and to the bars," Mistress Anna orders. "Face away and hands behind your back and through the bars." Mistress Anna cuffs Yuu. She enters the cell. "Kneel girl," Mistress Anna commands. "Beg for me to slap those swollen, bruised breasts." "Yes, Mistress," Yuu answers: "Please slap this girl's breasts." "Not very convincing," Mistress Anna remarks. "But I said 'please,'" Yuu responded. Mistress Anna slaps Yuu's face. Yuu is flushed with anger. She jerks against the cuffs. She is silent, trying to decide if she wishes severe punishment or lose her dignity begging for something she really doesn't want or desire. Yuu realizes the hopelessness of her situation and says: "Please, please use this girl's tits roughly. She was dreaming last night of having her tits abused this morning. Pretty please." "Better," remarks Mistress Anna. "Now straighten your back girl and push your bare breaths forward. Make and keep eye contact. No shouting or crying out loud. Does a girl understand?" Mistress Anna smiles. "Yes, Mistress," Yuu says. Mistress Anna retrieves the split leather paddle-among the cruelest of devices to use on a girl's breasts. Yuu blanches in fear. Mistress spends several minutes rubbing Yuu's nipples and areola. Then, without warning, she strikes Yuu's left breast. Yuu struggle to keep from crying out. Then she speaks: "One, thank you Mistress. May I have another please." "We are no longer in the prison," Mistress Anna comments: "The count is ten, not six." And you need to show sincere gratitude and thankfulness." Having said that, Mistress Anna slaps Yuu's right breast with the two-pronged leather paddle. Yuu is infuriated and full of hate at the thought of begging for her torture. She feels her stomach cramp in knots and her asshole clench tight. Vaginal fluid leaks from her vulva. She is humiliated at her sexual arousal. She cannot overcome her training. "Two, thank you so much Mistress. Please punish this girl. Strike her breasts harder, she begs you. Please." Yuu feels hate and disgust in having to beg for the cruel abuse and thank her tormentor. Mistress Anna reaches down and feels Yuu's wet vulva. "Good that you are aroused, girl." Having said that she swats Yuu's left breast. Yuu falls forward in pain. "Three, thank you so much, Mistress," Yuu utters, "A girl is so honored to please her Mistress. More please." Mistress Anna puts the paddle aside a gets a cane. This will allow her to strike both breasts at the same time. She makes a large arc and strokes hard. Yuu retches, but her stomach is empty. "Four, thank you Mistress. Use the cane on the bottom of a girl's breast please. A girl will suffer while walking, please." "Hmm, yes," Mistress Anna speaks matter-of-factly. Mistress Anna strikes hard on Yuu's bruised and swollen tits. Yuu doesn't know if she can stand five more strokes. After that strike Mistress asks Yuu to count and suppress the drill. She realizes that the video should not be too long-five minutes at the maximum else the audience will become bored with the repetition. "Haven't you seen enough to realize that this is a real human being and the prison, if it ever existed at all, certainly doesn't exist any more. Be cautious! Paying directly to an individual is dangerous," Kelly warns Henry in no uncertain terms. Henry is very unhappy. He no longer has any desire for Kelly. He sees his opportunity to watch Yuu endure her long-term captivity being lost. Yet he knows that Kelly is correct. Yuu is human and likely held captive. The second issue is: "Should Henry report this Internet site to the authorities?" 3 July 2014 Yuu Ch. 06 Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Yuu is an eighteen-year-old Japanese schoolgirl whose location is currently unknown. Henry is a seventy-five-year-old retiree and subscriber to the live camera feed from the Internet Cybersex Prison (if they ever come back online). Kelly (AKA Jane) is the gynoid caregiver assigned to maintain Henry. Mistress Anna is a matron in the prison; Oleg is a guard. ***** Henry is very unhappy. He fears discovery by the federal cybersex police. Yet his desire to see Yuu caned or punished every morning is still strong. For sure the federal cybersex police will eventually crack the encryption. It is only a matter of time before the huge number-the product of two huge primes-is decoded by the government's supercomputer. Nothing is ever lost on the Internet-it may just be hard to find. "Cheer up," Kelly speaks with the child-like voice of an angel. "Don't you find your Asian Flower pretty?" She twists and turns inside of her apron. Her small, firm breasts with erect nipples stand out. A man would have to be dead not to be turned on to Kelly in all her youthful splendor. "Maybe because it is 'forbidden fruit' and proscribed that I desire I so much," Henry remarks. "Before there was 'reasonable doubt' that Yuu was human. Now not so much reasonable doubt that she may even being held against her will-involuntary incarceration, maybe. For sure inside the United States and the European Union this is a crime. But outside the US and EU, I don't know." "Well, Henry, I do know," Kelly interjects. "It can be considered a crime, depending on circumstances. For sure if you 'repent of your sins and intend to live a new life following the commandments of God and walking henceforth in his holy ways' then you will be saved." Henry almost vomits. "Bullshit," he bellows. "Yesterday's e-mail afforded me an opportunity. I wonder if opportunity knocks twice? Does 'Saved' have anything to do with banking?" "That is not 'opportunity,' Henry," Kelly retorts. "It is crass capitalism. You are being seduced into becoming a 'John,' not a legitimate subscriber to a monitored and controlled web business." Just then the computer chimes for incoming e-mail. Once again it is Mistress Anna pimping Yuu on the Internet. The text invites Henry to view the attached video. Kelly shakes her head "no," but Henry continues. Yuu is kneeling on the floor of her prison cell with her hands cuffed behind her back. Mistress Anna lifts her chin, looks into her eyes, and gives her a command: "Beg for me to pull and twist those bruised tits, girl." Yuu's eyes flash anger. She was abused the day before when her tits were tortured. She struggles to find words, wishing most of all to spit on her tormentor or bite her. She stammers and says: "Please, Mistress, pull and twist this girl's breasts." Mistress Anna obliges her and rivulets of tears pour over Yuu's hot pink cheeks. Phlegm, mucus, and saliva drool from her nose and mouth. "Sraighten your back and push your breasts forward, girl," Mistress Anna commands. Mistress Anna faces the camera and speaks: "This can be your enjoyment every day. Now we will cane this girl's bare bottom. She loves to cum while the rattan cane strikes her glorious hemispheres, her carved ivory derrière." Yuu bends over, head to the floor and ass cheeks held high for caning. She forces herself to ask for the caning. Having a girl beg for something that she really does not want gives a certain "deny-ability" to the entire cybersex scene. It allows the viewer to feel like the entire episode is "caned for cash," or words to that effect. Mistress Anna rubs Yuu's naked buttocks with the thin cane. She has recovered some from her punishment. There are no more deep bruises and stripes, on discoloration. Mistress Anna strikes. Yuu reacts to the caning: "One, thank you Mistress. More please." "I always try an oblige my girl," Mistress Anna remarks. She then strikes Yuu again. Yuu jerks in pain but manages not to cry out or scream. She utters: "Two, thank you Mistress. Please cane me more and harder." Tears flow freely from her eyes. Mistress Anna makes a wide arc with the cane, making a hissing sound. Then, after several air strokes, she hits Yuu. "Th... Three, thank you Mistress. May I have more please?" Yuu responds. Mistress Anna strikes a fourth and fifth time in rapid succession. Yuu's knees become wobbly. "Four, Five, thank you Mistress. Please cane me more, harder!" Mistress Anna reaches between Yuu's legs and pinches her tiny clitoris. She feels the wetness of Yuu's sex. As soon as Mistress Anna touches Yuu's clit, she cums. Yuu is even amazed at the intensity of her orgasm. Mistress Anna strikes Yuu's comely derrière again. Yuu counts and begs more. On the last stroke, Mistress Anna uses the split tailed leather paddle. The video ends quickly, just under five minutes. The last of the caning was rushed to fit into the time frame. Henry closes the browser and rocks back in his chair. Kelly observes Henry and makes a cutting remark: "This attractive young girl is being tortured, Henry!" Henry frowns. "Tell me it's not so," Henry retorts. 7 July 2014 Yuu Ch. 07 Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Yuu is an eighteen-year-old Japanese schoolgirl whose location is currently unknown. Henry is a seventy-five-year-old retiree and subscriber to the live camera feed from the Internet Cybersex Prison (if they ever come back online). Kelly (AKA Jane) is the gynoid caregiver assigned to maintain Henry. "Why not indulge your fantasies while you are still able, Master?" Kelly the gynoid caregiver of Henry asks. "For your Parkinson's disease has already made you ED. However, you still can yield a cane or a strap. Order up a BDSMGirl(tm) and part with a few dollars!" "A BDSMGirl?" Henry answers the question with a question. He is nonplussed. Up until now he only has purchased a live feed. This smacks of soliciting or pimping, a misdemeanor or infraction. "Yes," Kelly responds. "Most of the 'working' girls are gynoids, a select few are cyborgs, and---for interest---there is a trace of live human flesh. Some submissive girls (subbies) can only find release in such role playing." "Now I am confused," Henry replies, "what do you mean by 'release'? Is that some psycho-sexual thing? You have been researching." "In a word, 'yes,' it is," Kelly answers. "There are a rare few human girls who can only climax or experience a sexual orgasm during punishment, humiliation, or spanking. There has to be limits. Technology being what it is today, it should be impossible to distinguish between a gynoid, a cyborg (wetware), or the genuine human article. Behavior in BDSM, S&A, and Gorean environments is so predictable. In fact, the BDSMGirl(tm) corporation guarantees satisfaction." "I will think on it," Henry reiterates. "How about a girl like Yuu? With a perfect ruler body, small breasts, flawless, blemish-free complexion, and an insatiable desire to please?" "This is possible," Kelly assures Henry. "And the cost?" Henry inquires. "For the un-scarred skin without whelps or stroke marks, well," Kelly slips Henry a small piece of paper with a figure on it. "This is 'one time, big time,' I see," Henry gasps as he reads the amount required. Kelly agrees. "We will give the BDSMGirl(tm) people the vitals on Yuu---the subbie of your dreams. Now understand, she will with 99% probability be a gynoid, and 2% a cyborg, and only a rare event for a human being. Less than 0.01%, I would guess. So don't expect 'Yuu the genuine article.' But do expect satisfaction!" Henry chuckles: "Make it so, Kelly." He then disappears for a moment and returns with The Holy Bible. He grabs it by the spine and shakes out a heap of large denominations of various first world currencies. This is "invisible money," not recorded on any bank or exchange invoice. In the day when he was employed, after every overseas trip, Henry would pocket a few large bills for an "emergency." Kelly makes the arrangements for a BDSMGirl(tm) to make a house call. The money is exchanged between her and the provider's gynoid in a public place. Money is an anonymous transaction. A date is arranged. Several days later there is a knock at the door. Kelly answers it. A shy, young oriental voice whispers: "Hi, I'm Yuu." "Who is it Kelly?" Henry shouts from the bathroom. "It's your 24-hour rental girl, Yuu," Kelly replies. Yuu blushes. Henry springs up with surprising alacrity for a senile old curmudgeon afflicted with Parkinson's disease; Henry bounds for the door. Kelly senses Henry's disappointment. She ameliorates his mood by pointing out that Yuu is wearing wig. She also adds: "Master, her shaved pussy is wet and she has hirsute underarms---hairy armpits." Reassured by Kelly's utterances he invites Yuu in. There is a sense of relief, for should Yuu from the agency fails to please, she might be derezzed. Gynoids never age, but they can die. "Death" for a gynoid is to be erased from core memory. "I am yours, Master, for twenty-four hours," Yuu exclaims. "Here are the limits and restrictions. First and foremost, no cameras of filming. What happens here stays here. Are you bug free?" "Didn't the exterminator come last week?" Henry asks Kelly. "She means electronic surveillance, Master," the two gorgeous girls giggle in unison. "Let me just highlight the limits before we start in earnest, Master," Yuu states. Yuu narrates: "Fifty strokes with cane, paddle, flogger, or leather belt and no more." Yuu opens the bag she is carrying and displays the several instruments. "Twenty strokes maximum on tits and shoulders and ten strokes maximum on my privates. Understood? You mustn't damage the merchandise. Nipple clamps, clit clamps, electricity or weights OK but no cutting, tearing, or burning the skin." Kelly nods agreement while Henry is still absorbing Yuu's dark chestnut hair. Kelly notices Henry's attention and interjects: "Lose the wig, Yuu!" Surprised by the extraordinary request, Yuu quickly obeys the command. She is shorn just as Yuu the allegedly human, barely-legal girl from the Internet Cybersex Prison. She also exudes a scent of arousal with a plethora of pheromones of sexual enticement and excitation. "Shall a girl undress, Master?" Yuu asks. "Cutie!" demands Kelly. "Hands behind your head, fingers intertwined, and knees apart." Yuu obeys immediately. Yuu is dressed in the Japanese schoolgirl outfit: White cotton starched and bleached long-sleeve shirt; white cotton long socks, panties, and bra; a thin black tie; black leather walking shoes; and, a plaid skirt. Kelly walks up to Yuu and commands her to straighten her back and pose her breasts, although small, forward and available. Kelly squeezes and twists Yuu's right nipple hard. Yuu utters a cry. "A girl must not cry out or scream without permission," Kelly demands. "She is yours now Master Henry; I have no further need to examine her programming." "Yuu, stand and undress completely," Henry orders. Yuu complies. "Spread your legs, masturbate, and cum," Henry continues. Yuu begins stroking her privates and rubbing her breasts. She whispers a reply: "Yes, Master." It takes all of fifteen minutes for Yuu to achieve an orgasm. Her "orgasm face" reflects her training as a sex slave or, should she be a sentient non-human being, her programming and subroutine repertoire. Droplets of honey nectar ooze from her vulva and streak down creamy inner thighs. This vaginal fluid is truly a slave girl's "oils of submission." Her breath and armpits smell of the slightly-garlic aroma of sexual gratification. "Over the couch, Yuu!" Henry commands. "Prepare yourself for a caning, Yuu." "Yes, Master," Yuu responds, "thank you." What follows is the routine caning of a girl's bare bottom, the leather belt whipping of her back, the caning of her breasts, and (as a finale) the severe caning of her vulva and clitoris. Her skin perfectly emulates the whelps, strokes, swelling, and bruising of the girl's flesh. 22 August 2014