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