ONE
She wiped her forehead on her shirtsleeve and raised the glasses back to her
eyes. "Jeez!" she thought to herself, "9:00 in the morning and its already
100§." Her shirt was soaked with sweat as she huddled beneath the palm.
Kai Stevens was a twenty-eight year-old former Miss Oklahoma who had joined the
Drug Enforcement Agency five years ago. Blue-eyed, blonde, with her hair cut
extremely short, she was a 5'3" muscular but sensual woman. For he last two
years she had been an agent in the field, tracking the whereabouts of Joaqu¡n
Morales. Finally, through several tips, she had discovered his main base of
operations deep in the jungle of Panama.
Joaqu¡n Morales had, for many years, operated in Belize dealing in both drugs
and women. Powerful beyond imagination, he only was driven out when a new
political party was swept into office on the promise of ridding the country of
its unsavory inhabitants. He had disappeared for more than a year before rumors
had him relocating in one of the Central American countries. Kai had only
learned that he was in Panama a month before.
She looked through the field glasses and saw a large clearing deep in the
jungle. Several structures had been erected and it appeared that a small river
ran near one side of the clearing. Behind one of the structures appeared to be
a water wheel, which Kai knew was essential to the refinement of the cocaine
powder Joaqu¡n was shipping to the U.S. Several men were milling about but none
of them looked like Joaqu¡n. Kai had only seen pictures of the notorious
drug-dealer but was sure that she would recognize him when she saw him in
person.
She took her camera from her backpack and began to take pictures of the
encampment through her telephoto lens. As she did, she thought of the rumor
that an American woman had been kidnapped by Morales two years ago. Kai
wondered what had been the fate of that poor woman.
So intent in her study of the camp, she was unaware of the faint footsteps
behind her until she felt the cold metal gun barrel press against the back of
her neck. She dropped the camera and rolled over on her back, only to stare
into the dark eyes of a man holding an AK47 on her.
"Get up!" he snarled, motioning with the rifle. "Get up!"
Kai slowly rose to her feet, smiling foolishly at her captor while she raised
her hands over her head. Thoughts were racing through her mind on how she might
escape but the AK47 was buried in her stomach and she realized that escape was a
poor choice at that point.
The man motioned with his rifle for her to start walking toward the camp.
Prodded by the gun barrel, Kai stumbled along the dense trail into the clearing
where a dozen or more armed men immediately surrounded her. With her limited
knowledge of Spanish, Kai understood the obscene comments of several of the men
who stared at her large breasts, outlined in their entirety beneath the soaking
cloth of her shirt. Prodded again by the rifle, Kai was herded into one of the
buildings that circled the clearing.
Seated behind a desk sat a bearded man Kai instantly recognized as Joaqu¡n
Morales. Kneeling between his legs, her head bobbing up and down above his
crotch, was a naked woman. Morales drew on a cigar as he studied Kai
dispassionately, seemingly unaffected by the ministrations of the woman at his
feet.
Finally he pushed the woman's head away and stood, zipping his trousers and
walking around in front of the desk. The woman stood with a bewildered look on
her face, unconcerned by her nudity. Kai recognized her as an American even
though her flesh was darkly tanned from long exposure to the jungle sun. Kai
again thought of the American schoolteacher who had been captured by Morales and
wondered if this were she. If so, Morales had turned her into his personal
sex-slave. Was this blue-eyed brunette the Jane Davenport that she had heard
of? For the first time Kai saw that the woman wore a leather collar around her
neck from which a chain hung down between her naked breasts. Leather cuffs
circled her wrists and ankles. Her sex was covered with a small triangle of
leather that hung from a thong that rode low on her hips. Silver rings pierced
each of her nipples.
Her thoughts were interrupted by smoke blown into her face by Morales. She
coughed and sneezed before turning her head to one side. Suddenly her head
rocked back from a stinging blow to the side of her cheek, followed by another
that sent her head reeling. Tears ran from her eyes as she sought to regain her
composure.
"Tell me who you are and why I should not have you shot immediately for
trespassing?" Morales growled.
"I am Kai Stevens," she replied, "and I was hiking through the jungle when your
man rudely detained me. I am on a ten day hiking trek with other members of my
group who will be quite disturbed if I don't join them soon."
Another slap rocked her head back and she gasped at the force of the blow. Her
eyesight blurred temporarily and she staggered a bit before steadying herself.
"You lie!" he roared. "Why were you spying on us?"
"I was not spying on you! I was just surprised to find a camp here in the
middle of the jungle and was looking to make sure that you were friendly.
Obviously you're not!"
Another blow to her cheek sent Kai staggering backward and almost falling down.
She raised her hand to her cheek and shook her head in an effort to clear her
mind. "You bastard!" she muttered, a trickle of blood running from her nose.
"No one happens by here by mistake," Morales scorned. "You were spying on us.
Why?"
"I told you! I got lost from the rest of my group and was surprised to find
your camp here in the jungle. Now, let me go and I won't bother you anymore."
"You must be foolish to think I would let you go to tell everyone of my
whereabouts. I will find out why you were here. You see this woman here? Once
she was as stubborn as you were. Joaqu¡n Morales understands the ways to break
a woman. Pedro, take our guest to the shed. See that she is made comfortable."
The shed was nothing more than a six-foot by six foot corrugated metal shed.
The floor was simply dirt. The only furnishings were two wooden chairs, one
with arms and the other without. Thrust inside, Kai's arms were spread wide
apart and manacles clasped around her wrists attached to chains hanging from
each wall. Inside the shed the temperature must have been 120§. Kai found it
difficult to even breathe in the intense heat as she stood confined by the
fetters around her wrists. To her surprise, the man called Pedro removed her
shoes and socks and simply turned and left her alone. In a matter of minutes,
she was soaking wet with perspiration.
Kai had no means of determining how long she remained in the shed. Her throat
was parched and her tongue felt as if it were three times its normal size. A
puddle of water rested beneath her bare feet and her shirt and trousers were
soaked. Finally the door swung open and the woman Kai had seen in Joaqu¡n's
office appeared. Still naked, she held a small bucket in one hand and a knife
in the other.
"Water. . ." Kai moaned. "I need water. . ."
Setting the bucket down at Kai's feet, the woman ladled a cup of water from it
and held it to Kai's lips. Thirstily, Kai drank it in a couple of swallows and
silently mouthed a request for more. Again, the cup was held to her lips and
Kai gulped it down quickly.
"What is your name?" Kai asked, when she was able to use her tongue once again.
"I am known as Selani," the woman replied, picking up the knife.
"Do you know a woman named Jane Randolph?"
"Yes. Jane Randolph is no longer alive."
'How did she die?"
"She gave up her freedom as a woman and became a slave named Selani."
"My God! You are Jane Randolph!"
"No, my name is now Selani. Now, be quiet while I remove your clothes."
"Wait! Stop! Listen, Selani, or Jane Randolph, whatever your name is. . .I've
got to get out of here! Help me escape and I'll take you with me. We can
escape from this monster named Joaqu¡n Morales."
"There is no escape from Joaqu¡n. Those who have tried lived only a short time
to regret it. Besides, I am here because I chose to be here. Why would I want
to leave?"
Selani slowly unbuttoned Kai's shirt, exposing her breasts barely contained by
her bra. Sweat was running in rivers between her two mounds as Selani pulled
the shirt apart. Inserting the knife in the cuff of the right sleeve, Selani
easily ran the blade upward toward Kai's shoulder, parting the material with no
trouble. Turning to the left, she repeated the process. What was now three
pieces of material fell to the floor.
"Wait, Selani!" Kai pleaded. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because Joaqu¡n told me to. If I didn't he'd punish me." Selani unbuckled
Kai's belt and pulled it from her trousers. With a few quick strokes, what was
left of Kai's trousers joined the remnants of her shirt.
"What a beautiful bra!" Selani exclaimed as she inserted the knife between Kai's
tits. 'It's a shame to ruin it." An upward thrust parted the material and two
more slit the shoulder straps, freeing Kai's bountiful breasts.
"Please!" cried Kai. "Don't ruin my panties. I'll step out of them if you'll
just pull them down."
"Alright. But you're being foolish. You won't need them anymore." After
removing the brief undergarment, Selani studied the silk briefs. "I remember
wearing these. I'll keep them to tease Joaqu¡n with some time."
Selani left, leaving Kai once again to her thoughts. Her nakedness did nothing
to ease the discomfort of the heat in the shed as sweat continued to pour from
her body. Sometime after Selani had left, Morales with his aide, Pedro, entered
the shed. Morales sat in one of the chairs, staring at Kai.
"Nice! Your tits are a little too big, but you look like you could put in a
full day's work."
"Morales, you're making a big mistake. Turn me loose now and it will go a lot
easier on you."
"Turn you loose? Easier for me? I think you've lost your perspective as well
as a lot of sweat!"
"Let me bring you up to date, Kai Stevens. You are an agent for the Drug
Enforcement Agency. I knew that the minute they brought you into my office.
What I would like to know is if there are any of your compatriots out there who
also know where I am. Now, you can divulge that information freely or we can
obtain it under duress. I much prefer the latter although if you're smart,
you'll talk now."
'You're out of your mind! I told you! I'm on a hike and got separated from my
friends."
"OK, Pedro. Kai, do you see that little piece of garden hose in Pedro's hand?
He is an expert at using it. Doesn't break the skin but can certainly send a
message. Maybe we should start with about five strokes, just to get you in the
mood."
Joaqu¡n nodded at Pedro who took up his position to Kai's left and slightly
behind her. As she turned her head to see what he was doing, the flash of the
rubber hose was all she saw before pain exploded across her back.
'Unnnnnhhhhhhhh!" her breath left her in one huge gasp as her body surged
forward. Kai's eyes widened in astonishment at the power of anguish created by
the rubber hose. It was as if her body had been torn in two. Before she had a
chance to recover, the hose landed again.
"AAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!" Her scream tore from her lungs while she went into a
paroxysm of agony. Her legs gave way, no longer did they have the strength to
support her. She hung by her arms, her head thrown back in a display of
complete misery. As she fought for her breath, the hose greeted her for the
third time.
"YAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!" The small shed echoed with her cries while she
jerked back and forth in a desperate attempt to dissipate the pain. A stream of
urine shot from between her thighs and she shook her head in a silent attempt to
beg for an end to her torture.
Joaqu¡n watched the prisoner with interest. She was a picture of eroticism as
her body danced to the tune of the hose. Morales felt himself becoming erect
while he watched her agony and decided to keep this one rather than sell her or
kill her.
Pedro waited until she had recovered slightly. With her breast heaving as she
breathed desperately, Kai turned to Morales with tears streaming from her eyes.
"Oh, God! Please! Have mercy! I can't stand it!"
The hose struck her again.
"UUUNNNNNNNHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Kai was sent once again into a convulsion of torment.
Sweat dripped from her body now as she jerked around, threatening to tear her
arms from her shoulders.
The hose struck again.
AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHGHHHHHHH!!!!!" Kai collapsed, her head falling forward as she
puked all over herself. The room began to stink from the combination of her
piss, puke and sweat. Her hair, soaked with sweat, hung down over her eyes.
Kai was little more than an assortment of flesh and nerves as she swayed back
and forth, struggling to breathe, her body covered with filth, sweat and puke.
For several long minutes, the only sound in the shed was her sobbing. Finally,
she became quiet and gathered her legs under her once again.
"Now," Morales said, "tell us who you are."
Kai raised her head and peered at Morales through blood shot eyes. For a few
moments she was silent until Pedro raised the hose once again.
"Wait! No More! My name is Kai Stevens."
"And who do you work for?"
Kai swallowed hard. There was no way she could endure that hose again.
"The D.E.A.," she whispered.
Pedro flicked the whip, brushing her back slightly but Kai screamed at its
touch.
"I can't hear you," Joaqu¡n said.
"THE D.E.A!" Kai screamed. "THE FUCKING DRUG ENFORCEMENT AGENCY, YOU
BASTARDS!"
"Oh, God!" she moaned, her head shaking back and forth in disbelief at the
situation she found herself in.
"Now, Kai, I want you to tell me if there are any other agents who know of my
whereabouts."
Kai shook her head slowly from side to side. "They only guessed that you were
down here. They sent me to check out the rumors."
"Alright," Morales said, expelling a stream of cigar smoke from his pursed lips.
"We will see if you are telling the truth. In the meantime, you will be put to
work."
