THREE
A week passed after my public punishment without further chastisement. I fell
into the routine of arising at the break of dawn, eating a small piece of bread
and a pitcher of rancid water, emptying my bodily wastes in the bucket provided
in my cell and joining the rest of my prisoners in the courtyard for our trip
into the jungle.
Our days were brutally hard with work continuing from early morning to late
evening. Only the ten minute break for water each hour and thirty minutes for a
meager lunch of beans and a tortilla interrupted our continual fight to clear a
path through the jungle. Where we were going, I had no idea.
After a couple of days, I was like a robot; either hacking the brush to provide
a clearing, or gathering it to burn in the massive bonfire behind the truck.
The jungle was unmerciful. The heat and humidity felled a number of prisoners;
mostly American women who were unaccustomed to the ravaging conditions. I was
forced to watch at least three suffer the same degradation that I had
experienced. One, who I later learned was from California, was hospitalized for
three days after her brutal lashing. Those of us who were lucky enough not to
be singled out spoke little of the harsh treatment for fear we would be
overheard and selected for further debasement.
I saw a number of the Mexican women remove their shirts upon arrival in the
jungle and work all day in the nude, oblivious to the stares and obscene
comments from the guards. By doing so, they avoided soaking them with their
sweat as I and the others did. At night, I would ring out my shirt in my cell
and rinse it in the bucket of water, allowing it to dry during the cool of
darkness. It was obvious, though, that the material would not last my full
sentence and I was told by Maria that no one received more than one shirt during
their stay at the prison.
Maria was the Mexican woman who had fought me the first night of my
imprisonment. We had become good friends and she had taught me a great deal of
Spanish while we worked alongside each other. She told me of several
experiences that made my skin crawl. I fervently prayed that I would be able to
avoid enduring them myself.
On the tenth day of my confinement, I was met at the truck as we arrived back at
the prison by the matron.
"You have a visitor. Come with me."
I was surprised. No one that I knew of was aware of my imprisonment. I
followed the matron to the visitors' area, where the visitors were separated
from the prisoners by a screen from floor to ceiling.
Seated in a chair, waiting for me, was my father. Stunned, I sat down across
from him.
"Dad! What are you doing here?"
"I received word that you had been arrested and I've spent the last week trying
to find out where you were. Oh, God, Kathy, what in the world happened to you?"
"I made a bad mistake, Dad. I was arrested for possessing marijuana and
sentenced to two years in this prison. Oh, Dad, can you get me out?"
"I don't know, Kathy. I talked to a Mexican lawyer and he says it may be
possible, but it will take a great deal of money. I'll do everything I can.
Your mother is worried sick! And you look terrible!"
"I know, Dad. This place is a hell-hole! I've already been raped, whipped,
sodomized and beaten. Please! You've got to get me out of here before they kill
me!"
I watched a tear run down my father's cheek as I recounted my experiences. I
realized I shouldn't have told him of my travails. It would have been better
had he not known.
"Oh, God, Kathy! Is there anything I can do now?"
"Just get me out, Dad! Just get me out."
He nodded silently and rose to leave. The matron took my arm and led me out of
the visitors' area as I glanced back over my shoulder. My father was standing
there with tears streaming down his cheeks as he watched me go back to my cell.
The next day I was telling Maria about my Dad's visit and my hope to get out of
the prison.
"Don't get your hopes up, Kathy," she warned. "I've never known anyone to get
out of here except by escaping. Even then, I'm sure the jungle swallows them up
and no one ever reaches civilization."
That evening, the matron again met me at the truck as we returned to the prison.
"Come with me!" she ordered. I assumed that my father had returned with news of
my possible release. I followed her back into the prison but instead of going
to the visitors' area, she took me to a room deep inside the prison. When I
followed her through the steel door, I drew back in horror. It was a complete
torture chamber! Chains, whips, stocks, racks and every conceivable device of
torture filled the small room. At one side, despite the heat, burned a raging
fire in a rock-lined pit. Beside the pit stood a male guard, naked to the
waist.
Panic stricken, I turned to run but the door had locked behind me. The matron
grabbed my shoulder and spun me around.
"You have been telling outsiders of your treatment here. Although they have
been assured they are the ravings of a seriously ill prisoner, we have been
criticized by our administrators. You will be taught that what happens within
these prison walls stays behind them!"
The guard moved forward and grabbed me, holding me by both arms. While I
struggled vainly, the matron unbuttoned my shirt and stripped it from me. The
guard dragged me over to the rack and threw me on my back. While he held me in
place, the matron raised my arms over my head and locked them in place within a
wooden stock at the head of the rack. She then placed my ankles in a similar
restraint, leaving me helplessly confined. Slowly she turned a wheel at the
foot of the rack, stretching me until I cried out. My shoulders screamed in
agony as my body was stretched to its fullest.
"We have ways of making sure that our prisoners keep their mouths shut!
However, if you wish to scream, you may do so. These walls are completely
soundproof and no one will hear you except for Manuel and myself."
"Please", I moaned. "I'll be good! I won't say anything! Please don't hurt
me!"
Ignoring my appeal, the matron reached beneath the rack and brought up two wires
with alligator clips attached to the end. When she clipped them on my nipples,
I screamed in anguish. The jaws of the clips bit into my tender flesh and
glancing down, I could see droplets of blood around the edges.
The pain I suffered at that moment was nothing compared to what I felt when she
turned on the electric current. My body exploded in a paroxysm of agony and my
eyes rolled back into my head as the electricity flowed through my tits. I
started to bounce up and down on the wooden rack despite the tension imposed
upon it. My bladder emptied and my mouth opened In a silent scream as things
began to turn black.
After what seemed an eternity, the current stopped and I collapsed. I was
gasping for breath and my body was covered with sweat.
"Oooohhhhh!!! Ooooohhhhh!!! Ooooohhhhhh!!!"
Unnoticed by me, the guard named Manuel had reached under the table and produced
a third electric wire with a thin metal cylinder about six inches long attached.
Coating it with a layer of ointment, he inserted it into my pussy.
"Oh, God! Oh, No! Oh, God, you can't. . . ."
The electric surge sent me into another convulsion that was even worse than the
first. My body bounced up and down, my lips peeled back into a hideous grin,
and ungodly noises came from deep in my throat.
"Ugggghhhh! NNNNKKKKK!! SSSSSSKKKKKK!! AAAAHHHHHKKKKK!!!"
When the current stopped, I was panting for breath. My body felt as if someone
had beaten me with a baseball bat. Before I could catch my breath, the current
hit me again.
"UUUNNNNKKKK!!! AAAGGGHHHHH! NNNNMMMMMMM! YYYEEEKKKKKKKK!!!"
An eternity passed before the current stopped. I was barely conscious and
unable to focus my eyes. Drool ran down my cheeks and my tongue felt as if it
were three times its normal size. My shoulder hurt like hell and I guessed that
I had dislocated it in my thrashing around.
The matron peered down at me as if to see if I were still alive. Satisfied that
she hadn't succeeded in killing me, she turned to Manuel.
"Manuel, place her in the cage for the rest of the night. We'll give her lesson
number two tomorrow."
As the matron left the dungeon, Manuel released me from the rack. Since I was
unable to even lift a finger, he picked me up and carried me over to a small
cage; no more than four feet in height or width and three feet wide. Pushing me
inside, he closed it and locked the gate, leaving me crammed inside unable to
move. My legs hung out of the sides of the cage and the steel bars cut into my
pussy. Moments later, I felt the cage lifting from the floor until it was
suspended some five feet in the air.
Manuel poked me and grinned.
"Senora will be back tomorrow. Have a pleasant night!"
* * * * *
Sleep was impossible. I spent a tortured night, swinging in the cage above the
floor of the dungeon. My body screamed in pain, forcing me to spend the dark
hours moaning in anguish. The hours passed slowly and I had all but given up
hope when the door to the dungeon opened and the matron and Manuel entered once
again.
As I was lowered to the floor, I pleaded with my captors.
"Please, matron, I promise not to complain again. Please let me return to the
work group!"
"You will most certainly be put back to work in good time, punta! But first, we
must make sure you have learned your lesson well."
The cage was unlocked and Manuel pulled me from it. My legs were so numb, I was
unable to stand without his help. His arm about me cupped my breast and
squeezed it while he grinned at me lewdly.
I dared not protest, even as he drew my arms out in front of me and fastened
handcuffs about my wrists. Half dragging, half carrying me, he led me over to
an upright shaft of wood; well worn, I thought, from the bodies rubbing against
it. Lifting my arms over my head, he hooked the cuffs over a catch high above
me. I was able to stand on my tiptoes barely to keep from placing all of my
weight on my shoulders. My breasts pressed against the smooth wood as I glanced
over my shoulder in apprehension. I saw the matron pick up a length of rubber
hose about three feet long, swinging it through the air, testing its
flexibility.
I cannot describe the agony I endured for the next hour. The matron, using all
of her strength and dexterity, placed that hose against my back and butt until I
lost complete control of my bladder. The pain was unimaginable as I screamed
until my throat was hoarse. After the first ten strokes, my legs collapsed and
I hung limply by my arms; my body twisting under the pain of the hose with my
breasts and belly rubbing against the wooden shaft. When she quit at last, I
was drenched with sweat and my breath was coming in short gasps. I was sure
that she had ruptured my kidneys and broken one or two of my ribs.
Faintly, I was aware of being lifted from the post and carried over to a wooden
chair, where my arms and legs were strapped down, preventing my movement. Not
that I would have been able to. My chin rested on my chest while I still fought
for breath and my hair hung down in my face.
I was next aware of a clipping noise and suddenly saw my hair falling in great
bunches on my legs.
The matron was cutting off my hair!
"No! NOOOO!!" I cried as tears ran down my cheeks. "Not my hair!"
Silently the two jailers worked. I sat sobbing while I watched my hair fall
about me. Not satisfied with the shears, they next lathered my head and shaved
me as bald as a baby's butt. I struggled some, but the restraints held fast.
Then the matron moved around in front of me and began to lather my pubic hair.
In disbelief, I watched while she delicately shaved my pussy. When she had
finished, the only hair on my body was my eyebrows.
As Manuel released the straps holding me in the chair, the matron stood over me.
"You are denied clothing for a month. You will receive one meal a day. The
most demanding job on the work group will be yours. If I hear that you dawdle
at all in your duties, you will be brought back in here immediately. I don't
have to tell you that a second trip to this room will be much more severe than
this. Now, get up! Manuel will take you back to your cell!"
I stood uneasily, suffering the deepest humiliation I had ever experienced.
Perversely, I wished for a mirror to examine the ghastly results of the razor.
As Manuel opened the door, I obediently followed him out; a well-chastised
prisoner.
* * * * *
I had no sooner reached my cell than the guards came to take me to the work
group. I was so exhausted from my ordeal of the previous evening and lack of
sleep that I was certain I could not survive a day in the jungle. Nevertheless,
the guards grabbed my arms and shoved me down the hall toward the courtyard
where the other prisoners were assembled.
When the guards saw my shaved body, they laughed and pointed at me, increasing
my sense of deep humiliation and degradation. With tears streaming down my
cheeks, I joined my fellow prisoners, attempting vainly to hide my nakedness.
Maria placed her arm around me in a gesture of comfort as we boarded the
flat-bed truck that would take us into the jungle.
At the end of the trail, I was handed a machete and assigned to be the point in
clearing out the dense growth. After no more than an hour, the jungle had taken
its toll on my body; leaving scratches and welts from the loose branches and
draining me of what little energy I had left. As the world began to spin
around, I sank to my knees and dropped the knife. Sweat was pouring from my
body and my tongue seemed like it was swollen to three times its normal size. I
shook my head, trying to clear my vision while all I could see were black spots
before my eyes. My ears were ringing and I fought the desire to sleep. I was
now on my hands and knees and my body was shaking uncontrollably.
Faintly I was aware of my arms being grasped by strong hands and my body lifted
from the ground. In a stupor I felt myself being dragged along, my legs
trailing me limply while my head hung down between my upraised arms. I tried to
speak but only mumbled sounds came from deep in my throat. I slowly became
aware of a terrible pain in my shoulders and I lifted my head and struggled to
open my eyes.
I discovered my wrists had been tied together with a length of rope and the
remaining length thrown over a tree limb. I had been lifted in the air and the
rope tied off so that I was dangling like a piece of meat with my feet several
inches off the ground. My body twisted slowly at the end of the tether and I
could see two of the guards standing in front of me, their mouths in a twisted
grin as they removed their belts from their trousers.
They began to whip me cruelly with the belts as I swung helplessly at the end of
my tether. I screamed until my throat was raw. Huge red welts appeared on my
body as the sound of leather slapping against my flesh resounded through the
jungle. When they decided I had had enough, I hung limply, my head resting on
my chest. A bucket of water thrown on me temporarily revived me as I was cut
down from my bindings. Rudely I was taken by the arms and led back to the head
of the trail where I was once again handed a machete and ordered to return to
work.
When the prisoners were given a break for lunch, I was taken to a clearing and
thrown to the ground. The guard who had taken me spread my legs and began to
fuck me without hesitation. I closed my eyes, hoping that the experience was
only a dream, but the pain between my legs belied that dream.
When I didn't respond to his satisfaction, he would slap me across the face and
tits until I moaned in simulated desire. With his semen running down my thighs,
I was led back to the trail and ordered to resume work. A small cup of water
was my lunch for the day.
How I survived the afternoon, I'll never understand. Twice more I fainted and
twice more I was hauled over beneath the tree, strung up and whipped. After
each lashing I was revived with a bucket of water in my face and pushed back to
the front of the line. At day's end I could hardly move. Maria cradled my head
in her lap as the truck took us back to the prison.
As the truck pulled into the prison yard, we were met by the matron who eyed me
maliciously. When I started to follow the other women into our cell block, she
grabbed my shoulder from behind and spun me around.
"Not tonight! Tonight you will be the punta for the hombres!"
Two guards grabbed my arms and led me into the section of the prison kept for
men. Unlike the women's cells, most of the men were kept in a large cell
together. As we entered their section, I was greeted with hoots and jeers as a
number of the men grabbed their crotch and made obscene gestures. A chill ran
down my spine as I realized the ordeal facing me.
"No! NOOO! Don't put me in there!" My pleas fell on deaf ears as the guards
unlocked the cell door and thrust me into the men's chamber. Covering my
nakedness as best I could with my hands, I stood cringing against the door as it
was locked. Behind me I could hear the bestial comments of the male prisoners.
A hand grabbed my shoulder and threw me to the floor. More hands grabbed my
legs and spread them apart. As I opened my mouth to scream it was immediately
filled with a stinking dick while another was shoved up my pussy. My night of
hell was about to begin!
