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Nurse Jane Part 2 By Cheryl Lynn Based on the comments I have added the final chapter and hope it meets expectations. Must read Nurse Jane or this will make no sense. The usual disclaimers apply and unauthorized use strictly forbidden. Not for the sweet sentimental reader so be warned. Constructive comments are always welcome at [email protected]. David awoke his screams of agony echoing off the tin roof of the shanty. In a panic he looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings gasping. He was lying in a bunk bed staring at the rusty tin roof. He was wearing a bright yellow nylon baby doll nightie with lots of white lace frills. The low round bodice exposed two large firm mounds. The memory of the fat Mexican with the acne covered face and twisted brown teeth fucking his ass still vivid in his mind. "No, oh no, I can't wake up! I'm still in this horrible nightmare! Come on wake up!" his mind shouted. "Maria, Maria what's the matter?" he heard someone shout. As quickly as the panic had set in, it was gone. "Mamma, I'm sorry, it was just a bad dream." Amelia looked David over carefully, her frown turned into a smile. "It's okay Maria. You're safe with your familia but it's time to get up. Come help me fix breakfast. The others have to get into the fields soon." David carefully got out of his upper bunk and stepped into his red patent leather five inch stiletto pumps. The heels sank a bit into the dirt floor but they were the only shoes he owned. Quickly he wrapped a dark yellow nylon hip length robe about him and went out the door. There was a small make shift kitchen in the main room of the shanty. Amelia was stirring a blackened iron pot hung over a charcoal blazer. Seeing Maria she pointed to the sideboard. A ceramic bowl held the ball of dough to make tortillas. Maria quickly began taking smaller lumps from the bowl and formed a small ball between her palms then patted them out into flat cakes. He handed each one to Amelia who placed it on a flat piece of iron next to her iron pot. They worked in tandem and soon a large pile of small tortillas was ready. As the last piece of dough was worked, family members began coming into the room. Grabbing a small bowl and table spoon as they came in were soon eating black beans and rice. David went around refilling their tin cups with hot thick coffee. He blushed slightly knowing that every time he bent to refill a cup his large breasts threatened to pop out of the thin nylon cover. After everyone had eaten and left for the fields, Amelia and Maria finished off what was left. Telling Maria to clean up she left to get ready for the day. David pulled the number three washtub from under the sideboard. Washing dishes was a very tedious process as Maria had to go to the well, draw the water then heat it over the blazer. In some respects this campensena was better than most in that it had three public water taps and Maria didn't have that far to walk. By the time he finished, he was exhausted and more than ready to hit the community showers. David didn't think twice about walking to the community showers dressed in his nightie and robe. The camp like the shanties they lived in were crowded and modesty a very rare commodity. The showers were a series of four tin cubicles with a white plastic curtain to provide some modesty. As the cold water washed over him, David's nipples hardened as his body tingled with goose bumps. A brief pleasant memory of taking a hot shower flashed through his mind but quickly vanished. Dried he picked up the emerald green nylon full cut panties with the white lace insert on the front from the pile of clothing laying on the shower rack. The matching bra, camisole and half slip followed. A white peasant puff sleeved blouse and yellow cotton with green floral printed hem completed his dressing. Stockings would have been nice but those he had to save for tonight. Hose were expensive and couldn't be risked doing chores. As he was leaving the showers, Esmeralda was walking up. "Buenos dias Maria. Como esta? You did good for your first night. Edwardo seemed very pleased when he left by the way. Said he wants to see you again tonight," she said with a laugh. Immediately David had a flashback. Edwardo was that fat ugly Mexican who smelled like the pig sty with the pock marked face. He had paid for a blow job and fuck. David gagged at the remembrance and it took all his will power not to throw up in front of Esmeralda. For a moment the sight of that long thin uncircumcised shaft and the taste of the crud as the foreskin folded back were almost too much. Only the idea of not letting Esmeralda see his humiliation kept him from tossing up breakfast. "Buen gracias," he replied and rushed off, his face turning white as he gulped down the bile. Back in the shack he helped Amelia clean the house and make the beds. With those chores done he was given a large pile of dirty clothing while she carried the washtub and soap. They spent the rest of the morning washing the clothing at the communal water tap. There were a number of other women there doing the same and most of the conversation was general. As far as most of them were concerned Maria was just another girl too weak to work the fields. For his part David didn't mind too much as the work was dull and tedious. It was mind numbing in some respects which he welcomed. There were too many disturbing thoughts running through his head. He was doing okay until he picked up the red panties he had worn the night before. The crusty brownish-red stain in the crotch made him flinch and he quickly thrust them into the soapy water. A picture of Edwardo leaning over his shoulder, drool dripping down his flabby lips as he pumped away, made him shiver. He tried his best to dismiss that thought by thinking how the money would help his family. Being a camp whore was not easy but it earned his and his family's rice and beans. After a late lunch of rice, beans and fried plantains David was allowed to take a nap. He needed to feel rested before starting his evening's work. Again his dreams were filled with nightmares. Pictures of a young pretty girl flashed through his mind. "Gloria," he mumbled as he tossed in his sleep. Her face was replaced by one of Julio. Julio was fucking him between his large breasts. The purple head of his dick seemingly swelling to an impossible size as ropes of sticky white cum began squirting. The gooey cum splashing on his upper chest, covering his chin and lips as Julio grunted loudly in his ear. The smell of musk, dirt and sweat filled his nose as Julio's body crashed down on him was almost overpowering. Again the dream shifted to him squatting over the ceramic bowl splashing water to cleanse his burning rear. The utter humiliation he felt then as the Latino male watched before turning, pulling up his zipper and leaving the tent. The nightmare continued as he took a dollop of cold cream and soothed it into his hole then pulling the lilac satin sheath dress down over sore and aching nipples. Back into the cantina, mincing heel and toe due to the tight restrictiveness of the mid-calf length skirt to flirt. The deep V-neck of the dress revealed a large expanse of cleavage. He cupped them to settle them into the cups of his green bra as he reached the bar. He wanted a shot of tequila badly but that cost money he didn't have. In his sleep he licked his lips as the image of a small Manhattan shaped glass was set on the bar filled with the golden tequila. He saw his scarlet painted nails reach out for it, only to have his hand grabbed and pushed down into a sweaty crotch. It was Edwardo with a broad smile standing beside him. He woke sweating and shivering as the nightmare faded. Ooo It was time to move on and the rusty pickup was piled high near to overflowing. The citrus orchards were plucked clean and it was time to move north. It was fall and apples were waiting to be picked. David found himself jammed between two of his younger sisters with a baby on his lap in the family's beat up sedan. The baby had tossed up on his shoulder and the smell was beginning to bother him. He shrugged off his discomfort. Just another dismal day filled with body odors and smells of living so closely together. His only comforting thought was that with the move and setting up in a new campensina he wouldn't have to work that night. His poor bottom hole needed time off as it had been in high demand over the past two months. Esmeralda made sure his clients were the biggest, ugliest men in the camp. Edwardo was the worst and most steady client. His penis wasn't that thick but he got off fisting Maria's ass pussy while getting a blow job. David was bothered by how many tampons and pads he had to use to control leakage. Such necessities were not that cheap and the few dollars he was given for personal needs usually went to the Goodwill store. A good camp whore had to wear nice satin dresses if she wanted to make good money. Now that her boy pussy was so stretched, more of her clients just wanted blow jobs. Blow jobs didn't pay well and much more personal. While taking it in the back he could close his eyes but oral required that he keep them open. Plus swallowing cum was much worse than removing a used condom from his butt. He let his mind wonder as the dull scenery along the interstate drifted past. An image formed in his mind which was something that was becoming more frequent. It was the image of a beautiful girl. This time he heard her speak, "David I want us to have a family. Marry me." The flash back made him jerk upright almost spilling the baby off his lap and making his head throb painfully. "Wha...what's happening?" he groaned painfully. "Maria, Maria are you okay?" Amelia asked from the front seat. "I...I don't know....I had...had this thought...oh my head hurts," he groaned leaning his head back. "Maria did you remember to take your medicine today? You know Angelina said you had to take it daily." "No...no not yet...I...I forgot," he said reaching into his purse to extract the brown bottle. He hated taking the bitter medicine she had given him but it did make the awful headaches go away. Angelina was the camp's shaman and other than Nurse Jane the only person with any medical knowledge. She was not only highly regarded but had her own travel trailer with an indoor toilet. Angelina had given her the medicine the first day she had arrived with Amelia saying it would keep her healthy. "A camp whore needs to stay healthy," she had said. "Drink this once a day every day to keep you that way." At first he took it every day but after a short while began skipping a day or two. It not only tasted horrible but the cost of the medicine was taken from his earnings. The medicine only lasted a week but cost the equivalent of a full night's work. David didn't think skipping a day or two would make him sick. Ooo The new camp was better but the fall weather much colder in the apple orchards. Each shanty had a fireplace, a sink with running water and slightly better insulation but still very crowded. The shanty smelt heavily of wood smoke and old age but he was happy. He claimed the bottom bunk and the outhouse was only a short walk. In the cold crisp mornings a short walk was good and the communal showers had hot water. What made the camp especially nice was that it had a small Laundromat even if the appliances were old. The main common areas had electric power, the shanties didn't but still it was much nicer than the old one. David pulled his shawl tighter across his bosom shivering in the cold as he looked at the cantina. Unlike the old one this one was completely enclosed and had several one bedroom wooden shacks near by. He opened the door to the one that had been assigned to him. It had a concrete floor dyed green, a twin bed with thin musty smelling stained mattress, a small propane space heater and a wash stand with running cold water. A chipped and peeling mirror hung over the wash stand. David looked into it and wasn't pleased seeing his reflection. His face looked older, wrinkles and bags under tired eyes. His face looked fatter more round and he turned away. "I look as tired as I feel. Being a camp whore is not easy but what else can I do? I made good money for my family when I was the new girl but now...I'm quickly becoming just another old whore," he thought turning his attention back to the room. The bedside table had a small lamp on top and the expected chipped enameled white basin underneath. It didn't take him long to put sheets on the bed and a few personal items in the drawer of the bedside table. It wasn't much but better than a tent. Other than being in a new camp life settled quickly into normal routine. He helped Amelia make breakfast, do the cleaning and washing in the mornings. Rested in the afternoon and worked the cantina at night. His flashbacks were coming more frequently often waking in a cold sweat and trembling. "These dreams are weird, so real yet so...different. I know I'm a campensina whore but...they seem so real. Why am I having dreams of being a gringo and a man at that? Yes I'm a man but a weak one who can't work the fields. Not the man I see in my dreams. I'm nothing more than a Honduran she male whore and my family needs all the money I can earn. Maybe I need to speak to Senora Angelina. She's our shaman and knows many things but expensive. Amelia is calling to help with breakfast. I'll worry about this later," he thought slipping his feet into the red heels. As they were doing the morning wash David mentioned that he needed some new clothing. Amelia gave him a hard look but nodded her head. "Si, you do need a coat and some new shoes. Once the washing is done I will take you into town," she replied. The trip into town was a group event usually reserved for once a month but it was nice to get away without being with the entire camp. Migrant laborers were not a welcome sight in the small farming towns. This was his first trip into the town since they arrived and not much different than the one left behind. It was obvious that the locals only put up with them because they were a source of cheap labor. Many of the businesses in town wouldn't serve them if they came in. Amelia from previous visits knew where to go and took a back street to the Latin barrio. The barrio wasn't large but had a grocery, cantina and the store. There she pulled up in front of a bright pink painted metal building with a Thrift Store sign. Inside there were rows of tables piled high with used clothing, household items and other sundries. Against the walls were racks and racks of dresses, petticoats and men's pants and suits. The owner was a portly Nicaraguan woman with distinct Mayan features. She was wearing a long sleeved bright yellow satin blouse and forest green cotton full skirt. A bright multicolored woven sash was around her ample waist and a pair of simple brown sandals completed her dressing. When Amelia told her what they were looking for she grinned broadly and ushered them into a back corner. There were bales of clothing stacked in that corner and she led them to one just opened. She dug around in the loose pile and pulled out a scarlet satin and net dress. "I buy clothing by the pound from various charities," she said pointing to the bales. "It's easier and more economical for them to do that than try to resell. Mostly the clothing has minor rips and tears but still good." "I saw this dress when I opened the bale this morning," she continued shaking it out. "I think it will fit your...your camp girl. As you can see the net skirting is loose in spots but it can be easily sewn. Come, you try it on." The flaming red dress had cap sleeves with a low round neckline, tight fitted bodice stitched with red sequins down to the waist. From the waist it was hobble skirted with a mass of red net from mid-calf to just above the ankles. David looked at it with two minds. On the one hand it was absolutely the most sensuous dress he had ever seen and on the other, just as disgusting. His disgust melted as he took the dress in his hands and felt the sleek lustrous material and went to the changing room. It didn't take him long to put it on but couldn't get the zipper all the way up. When the shop owner saw him, she made a tsking sound and walked off but came back quickly. In her hands was a bright purple satin wire boned waist cinch with black ruffled lace trim. Making a twirling sign with her finger, David turned his back to her. With the bodice lowered, the cinch was fastened around his waist and the dress pulled back up. This time the zipper closed. It was almost impossible to walk in as the satin skirt had little give. It forced him to take very small mincing steps while swinging his ass provocatively. Amelia immediately said she would take it. In addition to the dress and cinch, a purple satin with black lace detailing up lift balconet bra was added. Moving over to the coat racks Amelia picked out a pink dyed rabbit fur coat which had seen better days but the price was right. All David would have to do would be stitch up the loose champagne satin lining to make it wearable. Shoes were next and they settled upon a pair of black patent leather pointed toed pumps with five inch spike heel. "We spent a lot of money today Maria but I think that dress will pay for itself. The men won't be able to take their eyes off your butt and chest so make sure you work it tonight. There will be men from the other camps here tonight. Something about forming a union but that's none of our business. Once they finish talking business they will want to celebrate. So you know what to do but do it quickly," Amelia said as they drove back to the camp. David sat on his steamer trunk squinting in the lamp light as he sewed the separated net back on the skirt's hem. There was a fleeting memory of a brightly lit apartment as he worked. He paused and looked around the small dim bedroom. Shaking his head he went back to his sewing. That night a half dozen campensena Jefes from nearby camps entered the cantina. David was sitting with the other bar girls against one wall chatting when they arrived. David noted that most of the camp bosses were in their mid to late fifties but one looked much younger. The younger one spotted David and gave him a brilliant smile before sitting at the rough hewn wooden table. Tequila was passed around and the men got down to business. David had a flash back that made his head throb. He was wearing a navy three piece suit, crisp white dress shirt and red tie. He was standing at the head of a polished oaken conference table with a dozen other similarly dress men. Moaning in pain, he grabbed his head as a tear ran down his cheek. He hadn't taken his medicine in two days. Now he scrambled for it in his purse and took a big swallow. Slowly the pounding in his head eased. "I must be going loco but why are these dreams so real? It's like I had a different life than as a campensena whore. Maybe I'm possessed by some evil spirit. Senora Angelina knows of the spirit world maybe I need to see her. Amelia has already spent too much money on me. I can't ask her to spend more for me to speak with the shaman." David's thoughts were broken as a shadow crossed his face. Looking up he saw the young Jefe standing in front of him. "Buenos noches, come dance with me," he said reaching out his hand. "I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realize the music started. At least this one is both young and cute," he thought then said, "Si Jefe." They danced to three songs before the young man whose name was Roberto Cortez led him over to a table. There to David's surprise he bought him a tequila which unlike usual wasn't tea. He had an enchanting brilliant white toothed smile and sparkling eyes. As they talked David found him self wishing that he was a real girl and not a camp whore or boy girl. This Roberto was both good looking and captivating. Two tequilas later, David had a pleasant warmth in his stomach and talking freely about his life growing up in Honduras, his family and other details of camp life. For the first time since joining his family David was having a good time. That came to an end when Amelia came over and whispered harshly into his ear. Blushing David was reminded he had work to do. "Errrr Roberto, I'm sorry but you do know what I am and I must earn my keep. So unless you want to take me to my cabin I must go." "Yes, I know but I wanted to get to know you before I asked you. Come let's go to your cabin," he said grabbing the bottle of tequila. David was bewildered as he led Roberto to his cabin. Roberto had given Esmeralda twenty dollars for the rent which was more than David made most nights. His surprise only increased when all they did was sit and talk while finishing off the bottle. When Roberto finally took his leave, David was drunk and untouched. Back in his bunk David's pleasant dreams of Roberto shifted back into nightmare. He was standing before a jury, dressed in an expensive suit, addressing them. Something about his client being innocent and the scene seemed so real. Then it shifted to a pretty girl with her arms around his neck and pressing her breasts into his chest. Again the dream shifted. There was this old woman standing over him, a scalpel in her hand and evil grin. She was holding his testicles in her other hand. David woke with a scream. Ooo Three days later as the camp was waking up for another hard day, they came. The INS surrounded the camp and forced everyone into the cantina. There they methodically went through everyone's papers. Like many, David didn't have any paperwork much less identification. Even the ones with fake green cards were identified and put into cuffs. Over half the camp including the bar girls were herded into the white bus with a green strip painted down its length. Like the others David's purse was searched and his bottle of medicine was confiscated along with a number of other items. At the processing center David and the other women were put into a large holding cell. During his interview David told the agents that he was Maria Gonzales Santiago and from a small village in Honduras. He was then photographed, finger printed and led back to another holding cell. All the women in this cell were from Honduras and would soon be deported. There were several girls from his camp already there. Olivia one of his fellow bar girls from the camp was especially distraught. She had a legitimate green card but was being deported for morals violations. What bothered her was how the agents knew she was a camp prostitute. Surely no one from the camp would have told on her, so how did they know. David found himself crying along with her at their fate. There was nothing for them back home except more squalor and deprivation. David was even more worried. He was a boy girl and as such subject to arrest in Honduras. So far no one had discovered his secret and he prayed that no one would. He couldn't remember any names of family members still living there. His only hope would be to find an influential pimp before the authorities discovered his secret. Ooo The dreams were becoming more frequent and vivid as the days dragged on. It had been almost a week since he had last taken his medicine. In his dreams he was David Samuels, a rising attorney within the firm. He had a girlfriend, Emily, who he loved but couldn't commit. Yes, she was beautiful and smart everything a man could want but he was scared of marriage. He had seen too many nasty divorces including his parents to undergo such a trial himself. He woke many nights sweating profusely, shaking like a leaf and scared. His waking a total contrast to his dreams, day time was reality. He was in a cell with other women, dressed similarly with the same dark skin and language. The only difference between them was that he had a limp dick between his legs. When they were first processed they were taken into a white tiled room, told to strip and deloused. It was very embarrassing and scary but he was able to tuck his little man back between his legs, the mat of black pubic hair hiding it. The female guards were too occupied spraying them down to notice and he kept his secret. The communal showers had stalls with an open front so he was able to keep it hidden from discovery. Of course that first day all their clothing was taken away and issued orange jump suits with large INS imprinted on the back. David's satin bra and panties were exchanged for white cotton. The cheap underwear was itchy and didn't feel right but his D-cups needed the support. Each day was the same. Lights on at six a.m., marched down the green painted hallways to the communal bathroom, given thirty minutes to shower and clean up then marched to the cafeteria. The only difference in the meals was that there was meat served usually chicken. The men were there but they weren't allowed any contact. Back in the cell David sat with the small group of women from his camp. Olivia who he had been friendly with was now a close friend as neither of them had any family. She of course knew of his secret but also what would happen if it got out. She promised to protect him and when they got to Honduras see that he was safe. Her teo, Humberto, was a village elder and would welcome him. Like the camp the village needed someone like him. "Maria don't worry. My uncle will help you. There are more men than women in my village so your profession is needed to keep them happy. So don't worry, you'll be fine. Maybe in time we can find a way back here." She eased his fears somewhat but the idea of servicing unwashed men much less appealing. When he first began as a camp whore he knew he was doing what he wanted but now he felt completely different. The very idea of him being with any man was disgusting. Yes, he had tits, a round firm ass and sexy clothing but even that no long seemed right. He began to seriously question whether or not he really wanted to be a she male whore and why he chose that path. The more he thought about it the more his head hurt. With each passing day that headache became less severe, the dreams more vivid with many more unanswered questions. Finally the day came when David was given back the one suitcase he had been allowed to pack. He pulled out his yellow skirt with the floral boarder and a white blouse to wear for the trip back to Honduras. The yellow panties and matching satin bra felt much better than the rough cotton undergarments he had been issued. The only satin dress he could pack was his lavender body hugging one and he looked at it sadly. "I wish I could have brought my pretty red dress but it wouldn't fit," he mumbled patting the one folded in the case. As he said that, a memory flashed into vivid detail. It was of a pretty girl wearing a red velvet low cut mid-thigh dress. She was sitting across from him in an elegant restaurant. Her red painted lips parted in a beautiful smile, her head tilted slightly to the side as she placed the diamond stud into her earlobe. "Oh darling, these are so beautiful," echoed in his mind as a blinding pain dissolved the image. His head was still hurting as he stood in line to board the 747 leased by the INS. It would take the two hundred plus immigrants back to their native country stopping first in Mexico City then Tegucigalpa. David was very nervous as he stepped down the stairs to his uncertain reception. Fortunately Olivia was right there with him, holding his hand as they entered the terminal. The Honduran authorities didn't give him any trouble as they issued him his new identity papers. The immigration officer looked bored as he glanced at the INS report, rubber stamped several pieces of paper and handed the Honduran identity to David. The officer gave him cursory look concentrating more on the exposed cleavage as he handed over the documents. Finally they were through immigration and Humberto was waiting for them. It was a long drive from the capital to a small village near Estelle. David was sitting in the bed of an old pickup on his suitcase. Olivia was inside sitting alongside her uncle as they made their way up a winding narrow mountain road. David only looked once as they rounded a blind curve seeing nothing but empty space. He was too scared to look anywhere but at the rear of the truck from then on. Another thing that scared him was that he didn't remember ever seeing scenery like this before. The villages were mostly wooden shacks more like chicken coops back home with scrawny dogs running loose everywhere. The few cinderblock structures were small and unadorned with rusting tin roofs and no glass panes in the windows. The people were mostly dressed in rags and not wearing shoes. His memories were more like seeing photographs or a movie instead of what was passing before his eyes. His mind was reeling overloaded with the poverty, smells and foreignness of what was happening. "OMG! Why is this so foreign to me? I know I came from a small village but I don't remember any of this. This is real and nothing like my memories." The truck finally came to a stop in a small village. It wasn't much, maybe forty or so wooden structures on both sides of the narrow dirt road. There was one small cinderblock building painted green and white with the word, "Policia" in black letters over the entrance. A man in green fatigues carrying an automatic rifle stood in the doorway watching them. "Okay Maria we're here. This will be your place. Get settled and I will be back soon to show you around," Olivia said breaking him from his thoughts. His place was a dilapidated shipping crate wooden structure bigger than the shack he used to entertain at his last camp site but not by much. The front had two windows covered only by burlap cut from feed sacks on each side of the door less entry. The floor was packed dirt with a worn grass mat covering some of it. A rickety rocking chair, wooden bed with a thin straw mattress pushed into the back corner with a musty old blanket suspended from a rope to provide some privacy. A clay oven was in the other corner, a shelf and a beat up dresser with one broken leg. An oil lamp was on top of the dresser and some kindling stacked by the oven. The back had an open doorway leading into a small courtyard. The courtyard was fenced in with barbed wire and four banana trees. Beyond the fence stretched miles of tobacco fields. Off to the side was the outhouse. David fell to his knees bringing his hands to cover his face and let the tears flow as his mind howled in misery. Olivia and her little brother, Julio, found him sitting on the bed. They brought over some the things he would need to make the place more livable. Julio took the box of kitchen supplies over to the small shelf. It wasn't much a couple of plates, bowls, cups, knife, fork, two dented pans, small tin coffee pot and large spoon. He also had some food items and matches that he put on the bottom shelf. Olivia helped David put on the bed linens she had brought along with a colorful but well used blanket. A pink plastic shower curtain was used to cover the open front doorway. He gratefully put on the flip flops she handed him. Heels would be impossible on the unpaved street and bare ground he would have to walk. "Look Maria it isn't much but you have enough food to last a couple of days. Come on and I'll show you where the community well is and the cantina. Diego owns the cantina and will be happy to meet you. It isn't much but he's fair and will only take ten percent of your earnings. Julio take the pail so you can bring Maria back fresh water." Ooo Life was hard for David but the people of the village were friendly. While the village was small the population doubled on the weekend when farmers came to town. On the weekends he earned about one hundred Honduran lempira or $5 dollars a night. During the work week he was lucky to earn a handful of centavos. Fortunately, Diego would provide him with a plate of rice, beans and fried plantains for an evening meal. His first month was pure hell. As his memory of being David became clearer he thought he was possessed. The dreams were occurring more regularly as the days passed to the point where he had them when awake. They were so vivid so clear he could not ignore them any longer. He wanted desperately to talk to someone but didn't dare tell anyone in the village. If the villagers thought he was possessed they would run him out of town or worse. His only choice was to talk to the parish priest who visited the village on a monthly basis. Even if the priest thought he was crazy, the sanctity of the confessional would keep him safe. There was also the hope that his story would be believed. Padre Joseph listened to his story during confession in disbelief but intrigued by it. The details David had of a prior life were just too good to be made up. Despite what his eyes told him, this parishioner could speak fluent English and the story too detailed to be known by a Honduran woman. Obviously Maria was possessed and an exorcism called for. To save her soul he took her back to the capital. Once there the nuns could look after the poor woman until the ceremony could be performed. Mother Superior was a stern harsh faced Mayan woman who insisted that Maria remove her whorish makeup and change into a white rough cotton sheath dress. With her native background she believed that possession by evil spirits was real. To her the only effective way to deal with such individuals was through prayer and contrition. The prayer would be the easy part as Maria would spend most of the day on her knees. Contrition would come via a horsehair under vest and flagellation. A good scourging combined with fasting and prayer usually worked based upon her experiences. Of course Padre Joseph could try his exorcism but she didn't hold as much faith in its results without using her methods first. She convinced the good padre to wait two months. "Padre we need time before you perform an exorcism. Unless Maria accepts that she is possessed by evil and renounces it, your holy rites might not work. As you say, she is deeply held by this spirit. Give me the time I need to save her soul." Ooo David stood in the small cell the nuns had assigned him after cleaning off his makeup in the communal bathroom. The cell contained a small cot, bedside table that held a lamp and a small dresser. The only decoration in the white plaster room was a crucifix. In front of the crucifix was a prayer stool and bible. On the cot was the clothing Mother Superior had given him. A white rough cotton shift dress, white cotton full cut brief styled panties, a strange looking very rough brown vest that laced up the back and brown leather sandals. "Looks like the only difference between here and the INS camp is the orange jump suit. I wonder what that weird looking vest is for. It certainly doesn't look comfortable. More like some kind of torture piece. It sure is course feeling. They can't mean for me to actually wear this," he thought as the nun standing behind him made an impatient sound. Dropping the vest back onto the cot he turned to face her. She made a hurry up signal with her finger. "Guess I better change. They sure don't talk much around here." David kept his back to her as he stepped into the cotton panties. The plain panties weren't nearly as comfortable or pretty as the apricot nylon ones he tossed on the cot. He was looking for the bra when the nun stepped up and took the brown vest from the cot. She briskly turned him to face away and pulled the vest down over his head. It was indeed very scratchy and rough on his tender skin and became much more so as she tightened the lacing. "Hey, this thing scratches and itches. I don't want to wear this! Please take it off," he said trying to pull away. The nun was both bigger and stronger than he was. Her only reply was to pull the laces tighter. He had tears in his eyes and gasping for breath by the time she tied them off. She spared him no sympathy as she handed him the dress to put on. The grim determined look on her face never changed as she pushed him out the door. From the time he had been introduced to Sister Ignacio by the Mother Superior until he was marched back into her office the nun hadn't a single word. The Mother Superior was sitting behind a large elaborately carved mahogany desk. She watched as he entered the room with sharp piercing eyes and grave expression. "Have a seat Maria and I will tell you the rules which you will follow to the letter. Padre Joseph has left you in our care until he can perform an exorcism. There is a powerful evil curse living within you that must be removed for the sake of your very soul. The padre told me how you earned your living, a grave sin by itself but your possession is far graver. I and my fellow sisters will see that you are prepared for the exorcism." "Now for the rules, like the rest of the sisters, you will hold to a vow of silence. Once this meeting is over, you will not talk again until you leave. As you are possessed by the devil, you will have no contact with the other sisters except for Sister Ignacio or me. You will spend your days praying before God to forgive your sins. You will only be given tortillas and soup twice a day. Fasting will make your pleas for forgiveness more acceptable. As you pray, renouncing your sins, you will use this whip across your shoulders three times before you repeat your sins. Flagellation shows that you are sincere in your prayers. The harder you strike the sooner will be your salvation. Do not fail to use the whip or use it too lightly or Sister Ignacio will do it for you. She paused to push a cat-o-nine-tails across the top of her desk toward him. "What I have told you is not up for discussion or question. You have a devil within you and your actions and words are not trusted. While you won't believe it, we are doing this for your very soul. We do not give up easily. Sister Ignacio has been put in charge of your salvation. She will instruct you in the proper prayers and methods to achieve repentance. She can either beat you with the whip, have you scrub the stone floors on your hands and knees or deny you your meals should you disobey. I suggest you fully cooperate and concentrate on saving your soul. You may go." "Wait please! You got this all wrong. I'm not possessed. I swear I'm really David Samuels and an American citizen. I don't know how I got this way but I must have been drugged or something. All I ask is that you take me to the U.S. Embassy. My fingerprints will identify me. Pleas...." "Enough of this blasphemy! Your soul and mind are possessed but your body tells the truth. Sister Ignacio, silence this blasphemer!" Before David could do anything a thick cloth was crammed into his mouth and tied securely behind his head. The much bigger and stronger Sister Ignacio forced him out of the room and back to his cell. There he was forced onto his knees on the small wooden prayer stand in front of the crucifix. She quickly fastened him with ropes to the stand leaving him with very little movement. His gag was taken off and she removed the cat-of-nine-tails from her robe's pocket. She then began thoroughly thrashing his back while saying loudly, "You are Maria Gonzales Santiago! You are a simple peasant woman! Now tell me who and what you are!" The pain was indescribable. It flared with each stroke of the lash amplified by the horse hair under vest. After a dozen very hard strokes, in pain wracked tears he finally replied, "I'm Maria Gonzales Santiago a peasant woman. Please stop. No more, I can't take any more." She didn't stop but the harshness of her strokes lessened as she told him to repeat who and what he was. She didn't stop until one hundred strokes of the whip had pelted his back. His throat parched, his back aflame and barely able to repeat who and what he was, David sagged in his bindings. He didn't know how long he was left bound and kneeling on the hard wooden stand but the pain coming from his knees was almost as bad as his back. Finally a tin cup was placed to his lips and he drank the cool water down in big gulps. His hopes of being untied died as he felt the cords of the whip strike his back once again. "Who are you? What are you?" "I'm Maria Gonzales Santiago a simple peasant woman," he began repeating over and over. After another one hundred strokes which were lighter but still painful, his torment stopped. He was given another cup of water and told to begin praying for forgiveness. "You will pray now. Pray clearly and loudly so your prayers will be heard above. Beg the Holy Father to forgive your grievous sins and rid you of your demon. Tell him that you only want to be Maria Gonzales Santiago and a good peasant woman. Not the devil that haunts you. Here, take the whip and strike yourself three times after each prayer." Ooo David had no idea of how long he was kept in that cell praying, punishing him self and meditating. He wasn't allowed to sleep much and between the pain, sleep deprivation and diet lost all perception of time. His only relief came in the morning when he was allowed to bathe using a large tin wash tub, a bit of lye soap and a rag. Sister Ignacio tended to his back each morning relieving some of the pain but it flared back up as he started morning prayers. Time was measured by two functions, awake and asleep. Finally he was taken before Padre Joseph and three other priests. The exorcism came to a close with David being doused in holy water and told to sin no more. After the ceremony Maria Gonzales Santiago was asked what she would like to do. Her choices were to be taken back to her village or stay with the good nuns. His experience with Sister Ignacio only left him one choice. Padre Joseph took Maria back to her village the following Sunday. Even though her satin dress hung loosely on her emaciated frame her tits would still attract the men. Maria smiled as she jiggled her breasts with her palms settling them in her red satin bra while a young man looked. "Maybe I can get few centavos from him," Maria thought as she leaned out the window of her shack.