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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, conveniently 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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