I was awakened on my third and last day inside the Cube by the Controller's voice in the minimike glued to my right ear.

    "Time to get up, April, it's 7:00 AM."

    I was lying face up in a bed laid alongside the west wall of the cube, naked except for my panties. Along the wall on the outside were twenty or thirty men, who obviously been staring at my bare breasts while I slept My panties had come slightly askew, and I was showing a bit of blonde hair on my mound. I quickly adjusted this, although given what I knew was to come it hardly made a difference.

    The cameras not yet being live, the Controller was not so tense. He just suggested that I might want to warm up the west side audience. So I stood up and faced the men and began to do stretching exercises, bringing my arms up above my head and then back down, putting my hands behind my head and sticking out my chest, then rotating my torso slightly back and forth. Being only 15, I know my breasts are not yet full size, yet they are firm and their movement seemed to please the men. Several of them mimed naughty things they wanted me to do, and I would have, but then the Controller sent me over to the east side, which was reserved for adolescent and preadolescent males.

    "Take off your panties and start doing jumping jacks." said the Controller.

    Well, I knew it was coming.Complete nudity was in my Plea Bargain Contract. So I did as I was told, working up a fine sheen of sweat as I bounced about before the happy faces and bulging crotches of the boys. <9>    "Stop and wait for Mr. Morimoto."

    I waited, smiling back at the boys.Quite a few were rubbing themselves, some with their cocks out. It didn't matter to OmniMedia, the cameras weren't yet live. Morimoto came in with his usual quiet stride, a small towel over his left arm. He took the towel and began to rub me lightly all over, removing the sweat from my body. He treated my breasts, thighs, and pussy with exactly the same care as any other part of me. I knew from the previous two days that he was a total professional who would never stoop to copping a quick feel. Then when he was done with the towel, he removed a tiny comb from his suitcoat pocket and gently began to comb my pubic hair in light downward strokes from my mound down each labial lip. I really did not have that much hair but it looked very neat by the time he was finished.

    "April, do you have to go to the bathroom?" said the Controller.

    "Yes, definitely"

    "Number one or number two?"

    "Number one."

    I wished it was number two. My lawyer had fought hard to get the Privacy Screen language in the Contract, but the District Attorney, whose salary was being paid by OmniMedia, bargained hard. The final result was that I could get a Screen for number 2 but not for number 1. The only other thing my attorney won for me was the right not to engage in sexual intercourse on camera, but that wasn't much of a fight as I was a Class 1 offender, and the law was clearly on my side.

    "We are live in six minutes eight seconds. Please put your panties back on and move to the right side of the toilet by the north side."

    I stood there while the minutes ticked away. I was extremely nervous but on the other hand I really had to go bad, and the tension wasn't helping me. I squeezed my legs together. The toilet was made entirely of transparent glass, of course, and anyone sitting on it faced outward. It was jammed up against the wall in such a way that I could not put my feet in the normal position while seated, but had to straddle the toilet with a foot on each side of it.

    "OK, here's what you are going to do. I'll count down from 5,4,3 etc. and on zero we'll be live. I want you to act extremely embarassed. Slowly lower your panties until your mound and a small amount of your slit is visible. Then stop. We'll then go to your face, look worried, bite your lip, like that. Then when we pan down again, take them completely off, throw them behind you, and sit on the toilet."

    He counted down. On zero I was live before a worldwide audience. The huge screen outside the Cube lit up and there, 120 feet high, was a picture of my pantied pussy.I did the hesitation bit.I had no trouble looking embarassed.Then off came my panties and there on the screen was my bare pussy, nicely combed, labial lips still a bit puffy from my exercise, blushing red with shame.I quickly sat upon the toilet, my open legs exerting enough pressure upon my labia to open them slightly, showing a hint of pink. At the bottom of the huge screen there was a running total of the number of watchers, now at 65 million. I realized that OmniMedia had to have been promoting my pee time for some hours to arouse that level of interest.

    "Now use your hands to part your labial lips, and hold your pee until I say 'now'. "

    My lips being opened, the cams closed in on my pink secret area, and on the big screen the tiny bump that was my urethral opening was magnified to the size of a small rock.

    "Now!"

    I started to pee, and the cams immediately shifted to very slow motion, so on the screen a rope of yellow pee was seen to slowly exit my pee hole and lazily make it's way down into the basin. The noise of the pee hitting the water embarassed me even more, if that was possible. The cameras lovingly continued to show me peeing, my hands still holding myself open to view, until the stream slowly lessened, failed, and only a few drops fell slowly into the bowl. 81 million watching. That probably included my parents, my brother, my girlfriends,my boyfriend whom I had never allowed to examine me, and all the other boys at school including the nerds, geeks, and jerks.I'd never be able to hold my head up again at school, especially knowing that many of the boys probably had recordings. On a  worldwide basis there would probably be several million permanent copies of my humiliation.

    "Continue to hold yourself open, but reach for a square of toilet paper with your other hand. Wipe yourself slowly, carefully, as if you were completely alone. Repeat this with two more squares."

    I was beyond shame.I did it. 82 million.

    " Now get up, put your back to the glass, then slowly bend down to pick up your panties, your butt in the air. Spread your legs and pretend to fumble for your panties. Spend at least 15 seconds in that position."

    I could not see the screen from that position, but I can imagine what it showed.

    "Now put them on....and we're OFF camera! Nice job, April. You can have your breakfast now and brush your teeth."

    I was no longer live but the coverage went on of course. Right now the screen was showing reruns from my first day, when I first was compelled to remove my blouse and bra. The screen was showing a split picture of my left nipple and aureole, before and after pictures. The "after" being after Mr. Morimoto licked and sucked the nipple until it was totally wet and rigid.I knew the peeing part would be repeated ad infinitum, too.

    I ate breakfast on the glass table by the south wall. I noted there were a lot of beverages I was required to finish. Then I waited for more instructions. There was a cute guy watching me through the window, so I stood up and went over and mimed "what do you want?" He mimed back panties coming down. I should have guessed. So I just shrugged and did it, and flashed him and all the others a little pink just for the hell of it.Then the Controller started in again.

    "OK, April, your shower scene is coming up. Go to the shower cubicle in the northwest corner, and put on the outfit that is waiting there on the table.The idea is that you are just home from school in your cheerleader uniform, you've been practicing, you're all sweaty, you are all alone so it is a real good time to take a nice warm shower."

    I put on the outfit which was cute but really tight across the chest and the skirt was awfully short. When the cameras started rolling, audience 42 million, I started taking off my top and immediately the audience started to swell. Bare to the waist, I rubbed my breasts as if they were sore, then I dropped my skirt and slowly, slowly slid my panties down, on the giant screen my slit coming leisurely into view. I stepped into the shower and turned on the water, arching my breasts forward as I reached up to shampoo my hair. Then I soaped up my upper body, spending a considerable amount of time on my breasts, my nipples naturally rising in response to the warm soap massage and tweaking I gave them. I then soaped my butt, diving deeply into the crack. And then I did my legs, front and back.Then taking the soap gently in my right hand, I began to soap up my pussy, at first lightly and then with harder and harder strokes, thrusting my pelvis forward into my hand, which was now rigid. 68 million. I knew I was forbidden to cum, so I stopped just in time, rinsed myself off thoroughly, and stepped out of the stall. Posing before the window, which was now jammed with faces, I slowly toweled myself dry, seesawing the towel between my legs to get my butt and pussy dry and gently lifting up my breasts with the towel to dry the underside.The Controller was well pleased.

    Again off camera, I slumped in a chair. They were showing reruns from Day 2 on the screen. It was the Sexual History part where I had to answer hundreds of questions about my sexual past, not that there really was that much. The interviewer had just asked me when I first sucked on a boy's penis, and I said "7th Grade but I wasn't very good at it." Then to my utter surprise they brought in another prisoner, a 7th Grade boy who was very shy, and told me to demonstrate how  I had done it badly. I fumbled his cock out of his pants, I thought he was going to faint he was so red-faced, and I went about it in the ignorant way I had done before. Then they asked the boy to tell me what I was doing wrong.He could hardly speak and his voice was weak, but finally he told me about concentrating on the tip and frenulum, getting a good sucking motion going, using the tongue, etc. The interviewer said that the audience would like to see the boy cum, so he was told to pull out at the last minute, and you know who got it right square in the face.

    "Your next scene is with Morimoto, and we are not going to tell you in advance what it is about. But you need to be completely nude."

    I had put my panties back on reflexively. With about a minute to go until showtime, Morimoto came in wheeling a gynecological examination table complete with a fresh white paper covering and stirrups.I cringed. My last gyne exam was terribly embarassing even with a nurse present. I was scared that they were going to use a speculum on me again, thus showing my insides to all the world. Plus, I'm a virgin, and I don't really relish my hymen shown to everyone at 100 times natural size. He nodded politely, the cameras started, and I shucked off and climbed up, putting my feet in the stirrups, and he wheeled the table over to the east window where the boys were all crowded. I felt more exposed than I had ever been, worse even than when I was peeing. Morimoto then took a small package out and opened it. I couldn't see what he had in his hand but I was so frightened my head was swimming and I was literally shaking.  He put a kindly hand on my belly and softly told me to relax. Then I felt his small delicate hands pressing along the outside of my left labia majora, then the same along the right one. I looked down and saw a kind of red wax was attached to my pussy lips.On the hidden count of five, the cameras went into slo mo again, and Morimoto grasped the top of the left red strip and jerked it cleanly away from me, to a sharp gasp from me as my labial hair was torn out by its roots.He repeated this on the other side. I had just been Bikini waxed. My poor lips just throbbed and they were quickly getting red and puffy from the irritation. Morimoto brought out a small tube of white gel from his pocket and carefully laid down two thin lines where it was red. Then he most delicately began to rub the gel into my lips. It almost immediately deadened the pain, then it began to feel good as the extra blood drawn to that area increased my sensitivity. I began to squirm and gave a soft moan, hoping that he would continue as long as they let him. But he quit all too soon. Morimoto left, but the cameras stayed on me for several more minutes. I had of course lubricated thoroughly, and the wet and reddened and puffy areas of my cunt apparently provided quite an exciting display for the enormous audience.

    "April, your figures have gone through the roof, and we are so well pleased that we are  going to wrap this up after one more cam episode followed by your apology.If you are stiff you can get down off the table now, but you are scheduled back on it in 15 minutes.If you need to pee you can do it now off camera."

    I did need to, and gratefully went over to the glass toilet and sat down. Of course there were quite a few men and boys watching from the other side but it seemed like nothing with the cams off. I waved to the crowd and went about my business.

    When the fifteen minutes were up, Morimoto appeared again, and I was glad it was him. He helped me up onto the table and positioned the stirrups in an odd way by the sides of the table so that when I put my feet in them my legs were sort of bent back froglike, which raised my butt slightly and exposed my hymen and vaginal opening to full view. On went the cameras. I was too embarassed to look. Morimoto then began a slow touching and examination of me, starting by parting my two sets of labia and running his finger lightly inside my slit upwards until he reached the hood of my clitoris which he very gently began stroking. My clit started to engorge and come out of hiding, and he slipped his little finger under it deftly and teased it out into the open. I realized that his silence was deceiving in that somewhere outside there was a narrator describing what he was doing. I was now lubricating freely, excessively, and messily but I was beyond caring, I just wanted that golden touch to continue forever. Morimoto slightly increased the pressure and speed, but his touch was still delicate. Then he murmured to me in a whisper.

     "I'm going to insert my forefinger into your vagina through your small hole without tearing your hymen.You need to be extremely still while I do it."

    I braced myself but all I felt was as if a thumb was pressing on me, then a release and I could feel his finger snake its way inside.

    "Now I'm going to curl my finger up in such a way that it presses on your 'G' spot. This is the spot within your vagina that feels best when stimulated because the nerves from your clitoris adhere to your vaginal wall at that point."

    I felt the most delicious thrill as he did it. Then he started to really stroke me about the clitoris, and I totally lost it. I imagined that his finger was a cock inside me, rubbing me, exciting me, and at the same time I moaned and bucked my hips into his hand, helping him rub me, encouraging him to be rougher with me, moaning and bucking against his hand until I tensed every muscle in my body, thrust one last time against his hand, and came explosively in front of 94 million people.

    "You did good," he murmured. I looked up at his face and I realized that Morimoto had finally lost his cool professionalism. His face was flushed and his eyes were nearly shut. I slid off the table, for a second I could hardly stand, then I kneeled on the floor and quickly jerked down his fly, taking out a circumsized penis that might well be delicate when deflated, but was now angry looking, hard and purplish red around the tip.I took it in my mouth, and using my knowlege from the previous day, I sucked and licked avidly until he shuddered hugely and a stream of warm cum shot down my throat, followed by several spasms and streams more.

    The cameras shut off just as I removed my mouth, stood up, and thanked him. He gave a small embarassed bow as he struggled to put his cock back, then he quickly left. But just as he exited he did speak.

    "My pleasure" he said softly.

    The Controller was delirious with joy.

    "The cams go back on in one minute," he said. "Are you prepared to apologize?"

    "Yes."

    The cameras came on. There I stood, totally nude, and I spoke the lines they made me memorize.

    "I am guilty of failing to smile when I heard the President's name. This was a serious Class 1 crime, for which I am deeply sorry and I apologize. My punishment these past three days has been just and fair.I thank the District Attorney and the OmniMedia Corporation for this chance to make atonement"

    I then made the obligatory circuit of the Glass Cage while the announcer stated that all the men should take a good look, as I would never be there again.I dressed and began to leave. As I reached the west door, I heard a loud commotion behind me. Being shoved into the Cage were three children, two boys and a girl, all three of them crying and totally naked, trying to cover their privates with their hands, which of course is a grave violation.They appeared to be about twelve years old.

    Wow, I thought. To strip them completely right at the beginning indicates at least a Class 3 or even a 4 crime! It looks like this might be a hell of a show. The cameras came on, and I slipped outside and took my place among the other watchers at the west side.