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Disclaimer: There are descriptions of some nasty stuff in here.  VERY NASTY
STUFF!  It is intended only as entertainment and NOT to condone any actions
herein.  If you do not like descriptions of torture and revenge.  DO NOT
READ IT!  And so on and so on...

I YOU ARE UNDER 18 YOU DO NOT GET A CHOICE GET OUT.

SO! You think you had a bad day.

Chapter One -

One bad turn deserves another.....
	
During Karen James quick move to VP marketing for a large financial
institution she had made many enemies, least among them Ms. Brenda Jacobs. 
Karen had been running a close second for the VP slot against Brenda, but it
had managed to slip past her due to anonymous leaks of false information
about BJ thru the companies computer system.  Brenda was never sure where
the rumors started but had a very good  idea.

Once Karen had taken her position, still fearing Brenda's superior talent,
she proceeded to "in effect" demote her by making her the department head
over a much smaller department.  This move infuriated Brenda and revenge was
all she could think about.  Months went by before her chance would come,
then one day as if by miracle she was in Karen's office when Karen had to
leave the office quickly and failed to log off her computer it was the
chance BJ had waited for.  She quickly determined Karen's password from the
careless notes left unprotected on her messages and then she noticed the
"anonymous" memos with Brenda's name on them.  It had been Karen in fact
that had stared the false rumors.  Karen would live to regret both mistakes.

The company was doing much work with the 3rd world, in a small country,
Bariwa, with much mineral potential. They were working on a financing plan
to exploit these for the good of the country.  BJ finally had her chance to
be rid of Karen forever.  As it turns out the project was in almost absolute
control of Karen and since BJ had access to all her files she could
interfere with the project.  Brenda formulated her plan and began putting it
into action.

Bariwa was depositing large sum of gold with the company in exchange for
cash which Karen was to invest on behalf of the Bariwanian government.  BJ
began intercepting the transfer requests from Karen and making them herself.
 Using Karen's ID and password she opened a money market account with her
firm and stared stripping 5% of all transfers Karen requested and depositing
it in "Karens's" account.  Within a month "Karen" had embesseled 3.5 million
dollars.  The trap was set....

The following Monday Karen left for Bariwa and BJ left for Western Union. 
She had updated all of Karen's real computer records with her transactions
and booked a flight from Bariwa to Rio in Karen's name, conviently one day
after Karen's scheduled return.  The wire was to the Bariwanian finance
minister and outlined suspicious activity that the sender felt was not in
the best interest of Bariwa, with enough details to point the inquiries in
the right direction, signed "Anonymous".

Just as planed the minister made inquiries that very day to the company
president's office and Karen's "plot" was uncovered.  The company quickly
complied with requests for records in an effort to retain their business. 
And still Karen had no idea the snare was about to be triggered as she
visited with several government officials in Bariwa.  On her final official
visit she was to see the finance minister and arrived in a limo at the
capital early in the morning.  She would not have a good day.

She noticed on her way in that security seemed very tight.  There were four
armed guards in the ministers waiting room, all very large men with frowns
on their faces but she did not worry.  When she went in however two of them
followed her and she knew something was wrong.  The minister was curt and to
the point , he dropped a folder in front of her and asked her to explain.
Karen began reading the file and started to shake her head and repeated
softly "no, no this is not right, no, no".  At which point the minister
waved to the guards and told Karen she was under arrest.  She then panicked
and bolted past one of them but the other grabbed her long blond hair with
such force that she fell backwards and pounded her back into the floor. The
guard dropped to one knee landing it in her chest with great force, knocking
the wind from her.  They then turned her over cuffed her hands then her
ankles, lifted her up by the arms and took her away screaming that she did
not do anything wrong, begging for a chance to investigate the "errors".

Bariwa is not well known for its civil rights record, to the extent that if
it did not have great mineral wealth the US government might not look the
other way.  Karen knew she was in deep shit, once in her cell, not only
figuratively but also literally.  The smell was obnoxious, the orders of
urine and defication were thick.  It was all she could do to prevent from
gaging and vomiting.  In two days the trial began and she was required to
defend herself, no right to an attourny here, the evidence was presented. 
Karen tried her best to explain the discrepancies but she knew it was
hopeless.  She begged the court for mercy and awaited the verdict.  There
were three items to be decided, resisting arrest...90 days; embesselment 2
years; she had believed that it would be much worse and 2 years was long but
not forever, she was young and could recover, at 29 when released she almost
felt relief.  Then the final count, facing the judge in the tattered grey
prison dress..... 25 years of hard labor for crimes against the people of
Bariwa, her heart sank, she went dizzy and dropped to her knees begging for
mercy again.  The judge simply said to remove the prisoner, and slammed down
the gavel.

Karen was then drug from the room and loaded onto the transport truck alone,
she was in a state of shock and knew that her final destination would not be
pleasent.  Shackled and cuffed she was unloaded from the truck after what
seemed like 5 or 6 hours.  There she was inside the gates of the high
security prison called Jubasa, literal translation "the jungle".  The prison
was built in the middle of a jungle, there were 400 acres of clear area
surrounded by lush dense rain forest.  Here they waist no time in getting
prisoners processed, she was taken to what the guards called orientation
immediately.

Karen was told to stand at attention, not to speak or move keeping her eyes
straight ahead.  She heard a door close and heavy steps coming toward her,
closer and closer.  It was the head of the prison who always greeted each
prisoner for orientation.  A tall female brunette smartly dressed in her
uniform, which hid most of her feminine features, spoke to Karen in a soft
pleasant voice.

Warden: "Hello Karen"

Karen: "Hel.."

	SSMMAACCKK!!!!!!!!! across her face causing her to nearly pass out.

Warden: "SHUT THE FUCK UP! I will tell you to speak.  I will tell you when
to eat when to sleep or when to breath if I am so inclined.  You may nod
your head yes or no if you understand.  ARE WE CLEAR?"

Karen: Head nodding yes, tears forming in her eyes and breathing deeply her
chest heaving

Warden: "Let me tell you a little about how we work here.  By law you have
become the property of the state, you are no longer considered a person,
simply another asset of the county and as such you have no rights to
anything, not even air if I so choose.  If I were you I would make me, the
guards and any guests as happy as possible.  Because here we do not send
memos, WE KICK ASS AND FORGET THE NAMES! ARE YOU STILL WITH ME, KAREN?"

Karen: again nodding yes, hoping this was a bad dream.

Warden: "You own nothing, you are nothing except labor or entertainment
which ever we chose at the moment."  (Speaking to the guard) "Strip the cunt
and take off the cuffs, please."

Guard: "yes madam"

Karen started to rub her wrists..  SSMMAACCKK!!!!!!!!!! again across the
face

Warden: "You are not paying attention.  Stand at attention. That is eyes
forward head back stomach in feet together and...listen closely HANDS AT
YOUR SIDE! Got it?

Karen nods yes

Warden: "I think we need to impress upon you the clairity of all our orders
they are simple and not ambigious. Follow them cunt.  Do you see the table
at the front of the room? The one with the tall pole on one side?" (KJ nods
yes) "I want you to move your little scrony ass as fast as you can to get
that table and roll it back here and resume your position.  Do you
understand?" (KJ nods yes) "OK...MOVE!"

Karen runs as fast as she can, small breasts and curved ass bouncing all
the way, grabs the table pulling it back as quickly as possible and placing
it in front of her. Then resumes her stance at attention.

Warden: "Not bad for a fucking cunt."  Slips the cover off of the table to
reveal a collection of paddles, canes, clamps, suringes, nozzles, bucket of
ice and other items Karen has no idea as to their use.

Karen with heart pounding both from the running and fear is starting to
sweat and breathing still more heavily


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