Something inbetween: Claven, Albatraz and Betina Sands

We know Claven Albratos since 2008, since our very first months in Second Life and ever since we know her, Claven owns and operates a private prison – Albatraz. For several months Claven had her prison up in the sky close to our home and one day a prisoner of hers fell on our plot. That is how qt (aka. Maurer’s It) came to us and stayed our permanent prisoner for four years (she left SL after loosing her account due to hacking). Claven is a passionate builder and scripter. Her prison is really huge and has really many cells. It is impressive what structures Claven can build with just a few prims. Her cells are unique, she wrote the scripts for them. I often asked to get one of her cell rows or to purchase them, but as she’s constantly improving them, she doesn’t bring them to the market – so don’t ask.

Claven is a regular guest at our Friday Night party. Sometimes she’s in a generous mood and takes one or two of her slaves with her to the party. Lately she brought Lexi (lexijored) and Betina Sands several times with her to the party and they were even allowed to talk (which is even more generous). Betina Sands told me that she’s a reader of this blog and as we talked about it, I asked her to write a bit about herself, something to be published here. (read also here). To my surprise a few weeks ago I really got her story. It is about her Second Life as Claven’s prisoner and slave. What was missing were some pictures which I got now. So here is Betina’s story about herself in Second Life and about the life of a prisoner and slave at Albatraz:

I was surprised and delighted to see myself mentioned in a story your wonderful blog. I’ve attended your dance with Mistress probably four times now, and it took me that long to figure out who you were because I can’t see names or places. I figure the least I can do is tell you a little about me like you asked. So here’s my story about becoming Mistress Claven’s:

I’ve been around SL on and off for a long time now. Over the years, every once in a while, I would hear stories about a private prison named Albatraz, and about the strict and intimidating owner Claven Albatros. One night I’d found a landmark to Albatraz in someone’s profile. Of course, my curiosity got the best of me. I visited to find a girl locked inside what I now know as the holding cells at the top of the prison. She said the “evil” prison owner had locked her inside. We talked a while (including some teasing from me about her predicament) and I promised to come back soon to talk more.

The next time I visited, I had a short talk with the same girl in the cage. Suddenly, I found myself turned upside-down and held suspended by a silver robot. The robot quickly deposited me inside another cage next to the girl. I tried to get out, but the locks held tight and I was prevented from teleporting. A short while later, Claven Albatros herself showed up. I figured I could explain this was all a mistake and I’d be able to go free. I had done nothing wrong after all. I got as far as “Hello Miss Claven…” before she entered the cell, gagged me, cuffed me, tore of my dress, and started leading me down to the lower levels of the prison for ‘processing’.

I will spare you every detail of what transpired, but it included being searched, having a proprietary ‘Lense’ installed, and being fitted with a tight metal chastity belt. My IMs were taken completely. I was no longer allowed to see names or places. The longest list or RLV restrictions I’ve ever seen was added. I was then led into a small cell and pushed into a hanging metal cage just big enough to fit me. I was stunned. But! I had been in other SL prisons already. So I figured if I behaved, I’d be out in a few days! A few weeks, tops. Right?… Right?

I’ve now been owned by Mistress and been kept at Albatraz for well over a year. There is no sign that I will ever be released (not that I’d want to be). *wink Through my time here, I have found Claven Albatros to be captivating, confident, cruel, controlling, creative, and clever. Make no mistake, being kept in Albatraz Prison is not easy. I am truly a prisoner with no rights. I can be thrown, blindfolded and gagged, into that hanging cage in the depths of the prison just as easily as I can attend your fun Friday party on her leash. My chastity belt is rarely if ever unlocked, and prisoners are only fed what (for legal reasons) is called ‘food-like’ paste. My entire life is now decided entirely by my owner and warden.

However, it’s not all doom and gloom. Mistress can be very affectionate, warm, and caring with those she likes; friends and prisoners alike. She can also craft puns or engage in wordplay with the best of them. And whether prisoners have been held isolated and blindfolded in a tiny cell all week, have been able to see the sun and spend time on the exercise course (spiked floor and whips included), or have spent time relaxing at Mistress’ feet, we can always count on the Sunday night dance at the Twisted Nipple club. A very similar atmosphere to your Friday dances. Along with Mistress’ close group of friends and other visitors, there is also a select group of long term prisoners that I like to think of as the ‘keepers’ held inside the prison.

Betina Sands (in the foreground) at Claven’s regular party – Sunday nights CST

Alright, my mouth is cramping from writing all of this. Oh, I probably should have told you. My arms have never been released from behind my back since I was captured more than a year ago. Having ‘Touch’ is overrated anyway. I will leave anyone curious about Albatraz Prison with the same warning I give to everyone; ‘Be careful what you wish for.’ And also with one of Mistress Claven’s favorite sayings, “It could be worse. It can always be worse.”

Thank you Betina for providing your story. I really appreciate it and it adds very well to the variety of this blog. Thank you Claven, for allowing it and for sending the link to Betina’s pictures.