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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