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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!

IF YOU ARE UNDER 21, PISS OFF! IT AIN'T YOUR OPTION TO READ IT!


TITLE: Careless Karen

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 had managed to slip past her by anonymously leaking 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 a 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
transaction 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, she 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 and 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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