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I1:

OPEN

"So, what do you think?"

I looked through the looking glass. On our side, it was a transparent plateof crystal, on her side it was a proper mirror.

"I think she is going to catch a fever lying naked on the floor."

Karen was not actually lying. She was sitting on the floor, her back againstthe wall, her arms wrapped around her knees and her head buried between them.She was completely naked and were the light a touch less sparse, I would havebeen able to see bruises on her forearms.

"It's possible.", agreed Craig. "But that's all part of the plan. She hasto toughen herself, there's worse things in store for her than just lying nakedon the floor."

The cell could actually have been colder. A fully dressed person would, Iimagine find the temperature reasonable. Of course, Karen lost most of herclothes in struggle to break away from her attackers and what was left of it,mostly lingerie and stockings, was brutally ripped from her body once she wasdelivered to the compound. At least her arms were free now, but ugly bruisesleft by the handcuffs will take days to disappear. Then again, according tothe plan, she will have many more to show before these fade to nothing. Simplehandcuff bruises will be pleasant memories this time next week.

THE REMAINS OF HER LAST MEAL

She was crying uncontrollably after being deployed in the cell. She was screaminguntil she lost her voice, then choking in tears, violent, painful twitchesshooting through her body every now and then. She threw up, partially on thefloor, partially on her own chest. We watched as she was trying to clean herselfas best as she could, using only her bare hands and tongue. It was all shehad. Mike was laughing, commenting at how pathetic she looked as she sobbedand spat. No one came to clean it, the puke was left on the floor. Karen movedas far away from it as she could and sat herself up against the wall, stillcrying. Hours passed as the crying subsided into shallow sighs and then stopped.She moved into a dull stasis and awaited whatever the fate might have in stockfor her next.

"She will be seriously ill in the morning" said I.

Craig thought about it and then nodded:

"The fear and uncertainty alone might throw her into a fever, accompaniedwith the cold."

"Yeah, not only that", said I, "She threw up a hell lot, she didn't haveanything to eat or drink the whole day and she pissed quite a lot: again thecombination of fear and cold. She will be dehydrating very soon."

Craig nodded again. "Understood", he said. He took the pen and added a shortnote in his notebook.

The stench in the cell must have been pungent. I watched Karen as she wasthrowing up, all violent spasms and painful groans, the bile mixed with remainsof her last meal. Cheese, wine, Italian bread, olives. Had she known, she mighthave thought about it and treated herself to something more expensive.

On top of that there was the piss. There was no way she could have containedherself. We knew that. The shock and the cold cell, the hours that passed.It took almost six hours before she started screaming, begging to be allowedto go to the toilet. It took another hour until she decided: she got up, andwalked to the far end of the cell, six paces all in all, I counted them oneby one. It'd take four of mine, perhaps five. She squatted in the corner, herback turned to the large mirror wall and let her urine on the floor. It wasa seemingly endless stream of piss and it reached the middle of the cell, despiteher hopes to put some distance between herself and the stinking fluid aftershe got back to her chosen place on the floor.

Over the next fifteen hours she did it another two times. I expected herto lose more fluid, but she was apparently still controlling herself, perhapsstill hoping that an explanation will be given, hoping that someone will come.

That was not the plan however. Twenty four hours of complete isolation, thatwas to be the phase one.

I didn't get any sleep over this period either. But of course I knew aboutthat in advance, I was prepared for the effort I was to undertake, for theduty I signed up to.

Craig was chewing on a candy bar. It was rich with cereal, I could smellcereal and honey in his breath. He did get some sleep. We were organised inshifts in order to ensure the most efficient use of human and other resources.Craig came to his shift two hours ago and he looked refreshed and relaxed.It was obvious to me why he was chosen to be one of the leading people in theactual implementation of the project. He was a very decisive person, brutaleven, yet still reasonable and I guess even calm. Anyway, he got his six hoursof sleep and I didn't get mine. But of course, my position in the project wasdifferent. I was not the one tasked with kicking Karen's door in and throwingher on the floor, hand on her mouth, handcuffs ready, a knee in her back.

The cell. I kept thinking about the room as "the cell". The official termin the project for this room was bedroom. I am not sure if this was an intentionalstab at humour. If it was, it was fairly laid back and made me feel somewhatuneasy, like a murderer making an ambiguous joke a second before pulling thetrigger. For starters, there was obviously no bed in the cell. There was nofurniture at all in there in the first day of her imprisonment, just walls(a pair of metal rings on one of them), floor and a large see-through mirror.She was thrown on the floor and locked in. A cell, with no windows, with dirtyhalogen bulbs on the ceiling, scary and bare. Yet, it was carefully designedby an architect. It had its purposes, though containing a bed was not one ofthem. The other rooms reflected the same twisted sense of humour (?): therewas a "living room", a "gym", a "bathroom", a "kitchen".

I looked at Karen again, she was shivering. Craig followed my gaze, thenhe looked at me. He didn't need to speak. He added another note in his book.He knew what needed to be done.

I got my first sleep in thirty hours when Karen fell asleep. She was fallingin and out of this semi-conscious state for a while, but near the twenty fourhour mark, she was shivering violently, squealing like a pig through her teethpressed tightly together.

Day one ended like that. She was in fever the way I predicted she would be.Craig looked up at the digital figures measuring the absolute time of her incarcerationand switched the intercom on, explaining to whoever was on the other side whatneeded to be brought in.

"Please… Please…"

She was repeating this word over and over when Amus walked in. I was notsure whether she was pleading to be helped out of the cell or merely not tobe hurt again. She pressed her back against the wall, her arms in front ofher, trying to cover her nudity. Amus was on the Team Alpha in the displacementphase, so she probably remembered and feared him. He was the one who slappedher really hard, twice, before she was gagged, and then two times more, after,her hands already cuffed behind her back, her eyes flooded with terror andpanic, bursting out with tears. He was the one who ripped her blouse righton the spot, his black fingers tearing the fabric as if it was paper.

He put the bowls on the floor near her, one with water, one with food. Itwas dog food, a really small can emptied into the bowl.

"Stinking pig" he added, over his shoulder as he was leaving the cell.

After she realised that he was not going to touch her, she struggled to getup on her feet, but it was obviously an effort, the fever, the hunger, thefear draining her strength over the past day.

"Please!", she coughed, trying to shout, "Please, don't go!!"

Ironic, it was ironic seeing her chase her captor as if he was somehow aboutto turn into a mysterious saviour the next second. He wasn't, of course, shewas one step behind him as he reached the door and Amus turned around, lightningfast, and slapped her across the face, hard. As she fell back to the floorand covered her head, in fear of subsequent slaps, he spat on her and wipedhis hand against her skin and hair. She was squealing quietly, head coveredwith her arms, folded into a little ball of flesh as he walked out mumblingabout a dirty bitch to himself.

I was viewing the scene with close attention, the first interaction withanother person in 24 hours. I adjusted the lens carefully, focusing on herarms and torso. When she raised her head and looked into the door, I closedin on her face, the red mark of Amus's hand on her cheek, her eyes swollenand painful, but no tears coming out. She was dehydrated.

The food and water was supplied in dog bowls.

"Oh, look at it, she refuses to act like a dog", said Craig.

Karen drank the water from the bowl, holding it in her hands, she drank slowly,the expression of anguish on her face reminding me that her throat was probablyall sore and hurting from screaming and vomiting. The bowl was obviously notmade for what she was using it for so water spilled out of the corners of hermouth.

"There is time, it's only her first day.", said I, looking at the list ofingredients supplied by the maintenance team. Sarah and Owen were given detailedlist of our observations and projections and they made sure that Karen receivednecessary additions in her water. "She didn't get any directions or training.It would be a bit unrealistic to expect her to drink from the bowl positionedon all fours before someone makes it clear what is expected of her, wouldn'tit?"

"Sure", agreed Craig, "I hope she is looking forward to the training as muchas we are."

Joking about this subject was what we did a lot, probably to shake off thefeel of unease everyone must have felt somewhere. Some guys just made the senseof unease worse with their jokes, but Craig managed to sound positively warmand caring. In any case, all that was not important at all. The project wasdescribed in detail, everyone was briefed and carefully instructed and theplan needed to be followed, making proper adjustments along the way as necessary.Careful observation was needed in order to determine whether the implementationfollows the plan and Craig's and mine task was to see that this was done, regardlessof any interior doubts we might have had.

The water Karen drank contained several additional ingredients. I watchedher carefully as she was looking at the food bowl, the expression of disguston her face. I was hoping she wouldn't throw up again as that would mean havingto go in and drag her out, feed her through a needle. That would be an unwelcomedisturbance to the plan, though we were prepared for that as well.

In the end she put the bowl down and rolled into a ball on the floor again,shivering uncontrollably. I relaxed and looked at Craig. He was dutifully makinganother note. He was really taking his supervisor role seriously. I was gladhe turned out to be a very reasonable person after all as he was to be my maincounterpart on this job. His CV revealed a lot of good and bad about him, butthe sense of reliability I have come to receive from him was reassuring. UnlikeMike, whose bio was downright scary. That's the guy who wore a shirt saying "Iruin lives for a living". You know there is a role for such person on a team,you just hope you don't have to hang around him too much.

For better or for worse, we were all here, our roles and tasks preciselydefined, held together by commitment and discipline.

The water that Karen drank took care of her. She rehydrated and that wasthe most important thing. Additionally, the antipyretics intercepted the fevershe was starting to develop and she was also pumped full of painkillers, vitaminsand tranquilisers. Not exactly the kind of cocktail I'd recommend to a personin her state, but we were after a quick recovery. She needed to be back onher feet and soon, so she could start with her service.

Around 29 th hour she fell asleep on the floor,the shivering subsiding as the medications kicked in. I stuck around for anadditional hour, making sure her vitals look reasonably well, adjusting thecameras, and having a quick look through the footage I made. Then Mike wasthere to replace me and I said good night to him and Craig.

I2:

DARK RAIN, WE KNEW

"Did she eat anything at all?"

Mike and Robert were looking bored, a bunch of 2000 AD comic books on thefloor between them. I was actually surprised that Mike would read somethinglike Judge Dredd in public, but I guess we were all starting to get close toeach other over time.

Karen did not eat at all for the first two days. She didn't do much anything.She was just sitting on the floor, sometimes crying, sometimes screaming atthe top of her lungs, pleading, begging to be set free. She drank the water,though, which managed to keep her in shape.

"She had a couple of mouthfuls of dogfood." Said Robert, "but she spat outnearly as much as she ate."

"Is it all on tape?" asked I. It was their duty to keep track of all theimportant events and preserve them on video, while I was having my rest. Theyhave received some training in order to make sure they can handle it in myabsence, although it was prearranged that I am to make the best of effortsto be around for all the duration of Karen's waking hours.

"Yes.", confirmed Robert.

I sat down at the console and started the routine footage check. These firstdays were not supposed to be full of events so it was an easy ride for me.

Mike was playing Solitaire on his computer as Robert went out, his shiftcoming to an end. I was always amazed by people having the cutting edge technologyat their disposal and yet being satisfied by using only a tiny percentage ofits capacity. Then again, I was to be the techno geek here, Mike was here becauseof other qualities.

I opened up four windows and started simultaneously fast-forwarding throughhours of Karen's imprisonment caught on four different stationary cameras.The time flew in front of my eyes, mostly uneventful. These cameras were leftalone for most of the time when I wasn't present, the other guys instructedto use the main one if the need be. I switched to that one, skimming throughtime until I reached the part where Karen ate the food. She looked disgustedas she coughed and spat, trying to chew and swallow.

"I don't know what's with the drama", I heard Mike say behind me. I turnedaround and saw him smiling. "The damn thing is perfectly edible, I have tastedit myself many times."

I nodded:

"I guess it's the lack of any spice that we commonly associate with preparedfood. Plus it stinks. Doesn't it?"

"It doesn't stink once you get used to it. And she didn't eat anything ina long while, this should be the scent of heavenly food to her. I guess thelady just needs to pretend for the cameras."

He was grinning, his big finger caressing the mouse slowly.

"Hm, probably not. She shouldn't be aware of the cameras yet. That comesat a later stage."

We both looked at the screen again, watching Karen cry as she was tryingto swallow, chunks of meat falling out of her mouth, her manicured fingerssmeared with animal fat and meat.

"This stuff is high quality, man. She eats better food than what me and youget on our pizzas!", Mike continued proving his point. I slipped my headphoneson, signalling to him that I was about to devote my complete attention to thetask at hand.

Muffled sounds of sobbing and crying filled my head.

Later that day Karen cried, squatting in her own urine, her hands foldedacross her belly and then dark fluid rained down on the floor. It was onlya question of time when her bowels would need to be emptied and I guess thetranquilisers just delayed the inevitable. She had to have diarrhoea. I pickedup the receiver.

A MOUTHFUL OF AIR

Cursing and shouting at her, Mike and Amus broke into the cell and stormedKaren.

"No, please, I couldn't…" was all she had time to say before beingviolently slapped two times.

"You fucking cunt!!!!" screamed Amus at her.

"You fucking dirty bitch!!", was Mike's contribution.

She fell to the floor, covering her face, trying to crawl away from themon her back, but this was just a token effort. Even if the cell wasn't justmarginally larger than a shoebox, one exhausted woman on her back couldn'toutrun two angry men in perfect shape. Amus caught both her wrists in his largehand and forced her arms away from her face. She was screaming "no, no, no,no" at first but as he increased the pressure she ditched the words and justscreamed. Mike stepped in and placed his hand on her throat.

"Shut up, bitch!! Just shut the fuck up, or I'll choke you right here!! Youare dead, do you hear me?"

He squeezed. I carefully zoomed in. The light was sparse, but that was allpart of the project, as was my equipment. Ordinary cameras would produce grainy,blurry images. The ones I handled produced quality images even in this light.I zoomed in. Mike's fingers: white with the effort.

Karen kept her eyes tight shut at first, scared of being hit again, but asMike increased the strength of his grip, she opened her eyes as well as hermouth. She was gasping for air as he explained how she pissed him off withher misbehaviour. Her eyes were scared, begging, pleading, bursting out oftheir sockets. Veins on her temples growing fat with the effort. I operatedthe zoom and carefully panned across her face, gently swaying back and forth.I wondered whether Mike was going to step over the line. This early in theproject that would signify terrible assessment of staff members and could jeopardisethe whole undertaking. Amus seemed to be thinking along the same lines.

"Easy, bro."

Mike smiled at him. A smile of power, contempt and irony. I doubt that Karensaw it. He let her go, finally, pushing her back to the wall. She fell down,her mouth wide open, inhaling audibly, saliva dripping from her mouth. Amuskicked her in the ribs:

"You filthy whore, look at this mess, you got shit all over you. I shouldhave let him choke you, you worthless cunt. You're of no use."

I zoomed out as they were dragging her out of the cell, Mike firmly holdingone her arm and her hair, her body leaving a wet trail on the floor.

They dragged her all the way down the corridor, as she was screaming andtrying to fight back. I followed quickly behind them, handheld camera focusingon the scene. They were taking her to the "bathroom". My work so far was aneasy ride, but as the action heated up, so the professional challenges increased.

I3:

MERE STEPS BEHIND

It is essential to have a sense for important details in this line of work.To have to deal with professionals is one thing. To have to deal with ordinarypeople is another. To have to deal with people who don't even know what isgoing on is yet another. There are no opportunities to explain to them whatyou need to make a good shot, there are no opportunities to repeat the situations,all you have is here and now and your talent. The displacement phase was plannedvery carefully, Karen was under observation for such a long time we all feltwe knew her intimately. Every member of both teams knew their tasks, sub-phasesof the displacement were all timed, well defined and rehearsed many times.Team Beta was securing the displacement area, taking care of neighbours, passers-byand possible troublemakers. Team alpha was tasked with infiltration and extraction.However, my task was probably the hardest, I couldn't rehearse my part in advanceas we couldn't know for sure what Karen might do. We did many test runs withwomen roughly her constitution, but it is one thing dealing with a person whois paid to fight back and it is another doing the hot run with a person strugglingout of mortal fear.

So I went in with the Team Alpha, my camera recording every moment of theaction. Karen has been followed, the high heels of her shoes echoing in thehallway. She never noticed it, but we were lurking from the shadows all along.We were only steps behind her when she climbed the stairs and unlocked thedoor. We were mere heartbeats behind her when she started closing the doorbehind her and that's when Craig did his thing, running faster than I evercould hope to. He kicked the door in, violently, brutally, and was on top ofher in mere seconds. We followed behind him, running in perfect order, rehearsedmany times before. I was able to get a perfect shot of her face, when he turnedher around, lifting her off the floor, his hand over her mouth. The look inher eyes was perfect. I watched that particular moment repeatedly tomorrow,while she was lying in her cell. The fear in her eyes, the surprise, the completeand utter panic, the loss of control. Then Amus stepped in and when Craig freedher mouth, he slapped her twice. Hard. She didn't have the time to scream.The gag was inserted into her mouth the next second, violently, probably hurtingher a bit, but I imagine the adrenaline was already pumping through her vesselsand pain was just another sensation. He slapped her two more times after Miketightened the straps at the back and her head shot violently left and right,one of her earrings falling off. He grabbed the thin fabric of her white, sleevelessblouse and waited for a second before he pulled hard. The sound of tearingfabric was strong in the recording as I was close enough to catch it properly.

And so on. The need to be perfectly calm and focused because the work demandedit. I knew I was looking at hours of uninteresting images and only secondsworth focusing on, but I needed to be ready and not miss them.

INSIDE WITH ERIC

I was sitting at the console in the evening of the second day, Karen backin her cell. She was so exhausted that she just lied on the floor which gaveme enough time to look through the tapes and do a rough edit. The terms ofmy contract demanded not only that I be able to catch important details inthe best possible way, but also to be prepared to view hours of raw materialmade every day (the cameras in the cell never stopping), find the good bitsand edit everything down to maximum two hours of quality footage. These firstdays have been short on activity so I was struggling to actually reach thetwo hour mark. I had to look for special expressions on Karen's face, for multipleangles on her middle region as she was peeing. The following days will presentan altogether different challenge. With the ordeal Karen was going to be submittedto, there will be an overabundance of material to choose from and tough aestheticchoices to be made.

I removed my headphones as Craig was handing me over a bowl of doughnuts.He was smiling a smile of a man pleased with his day's work.

"Thanks".

"So, how did we do?"

I knew he expected a verbal pat on the back. After all this was their firstreal performance in this project.

"I thought you guys were real good." I took a bite, the doughnuts were surprisinglygreat. "Real good work, you did well, all of you. I liked the way you acted." Craig'ssmile widened a fraction. "There just was this great balance of spontaneityand well rehearsed moves. I think you lead the other guys well, you know, youweren't imposing yourself on anyone and still you held it firmly under control."

Craig was making confirming noises, chewing on another doughnut. I took anotherbite.

"Man, this shit is really good."

We both chewed without words for a couple of seconds, looking at the screen.Since my headphones were still plugged into the deck, there was no sound. Thestatic camera mounted on the ceiling gave us a view that looked strangely voyeuristicand uninterested at the same time. It was like a camera someone positionedthere to make a documentary about a table and then forgot about it. The bodiesmoved in silence, a thin, fragile female body on the table and strong, muscularmale bodies around it. A male figure between Karen's legs was making violentpelvic thrusts inside her, Karen's legs held apart by another two men, herarms held by another, her head hanging from the edge of the table shaking desperatelyto left and right. With headphones on I could hear her screams and pleas, butright this moment, chewing on a doughnut, this looked like a strange theatreact, the actors sworn to silence, trying to make up for the absence of soundwith overemphasised body acting. I could see myself on the screen. I presseda key on the console and switched the viewpoint to a small camera I had inmy hands at the moment. Karen's face filled the screen, spilling over its edges,red from pain and blood that rushed into her head that was hanging over theedge of the table. Her lips were forming silent no's and please's.

"Damn good, really", replied Craig, "That's because they are fresh, theyain't worth shit when they get stale." He took another doughnut and turnedaround, casting a glance at Karen motionless in her cell. He didn't need tolook at the footage right now. That was my task. He will be free to watch theedited version. The rest of the guys were anxious to see the footage as soonas they were finished but Craig managed to convince them that I needed to dothe edit and that watching the raw material would just take away the excitement.The complained but they agreed to wait, begging not to be cut out from thefinal version. "Man, leave me in, don't be a jealous prick!!" laughed Amusas they were leaving the room. I laughed as well.

I hit the pause button and put my headphones back on. I rolled the tape tothe beginning. Time to be creative.

The good thing about the equipment I was using was that it was state of theart, the best money can buy and I was free to do whatever I wanted to as longas I provided quality videos as a result. The bad thing, of course being thatI felt like a child in a candy store, so many options at the tip of my fingersthat I had to constantly remind myself what the work was about. I adjustedthe levels on the sound mixer, so that I had a channel with music of my choicein the background. Dolphy makes it all that much easier to concentrate. SlowlyI moved the sliders up until I could hear the ambient sounds. I was isolatedfrom my surroundings, free to work. Craig was there, ready to alert me if anythingdemanding my attention happened with Karen in the cell.

The interesting part began with Karen being dragged to the "bathroom".

THE DRY RUN, THE RUINS

Mike and Amus were instructed what to do in a case that was predicted justas about everything else Karen could do or what could happen to her was predicted.We had a lot of intel about her even before we started planning the displacementphase. The dossier on her was 70 pages long and every member of the team hadto learn it and do the tests before displacement phase even took shape. Wehave been in her apartment many times before that particular night, unseen,unheard. The only living beings that knew we were there were Karen's cats.We knew their names and habits as well. They ran away in terror when Craigkicked the door down that night. We left the door open after we dragged heraway, tied down and gagged, her clothes torn away brutally. I assume the catshad enough sense to leave the apartment and look for food and accommodationelsewhere.

So Mike and Amus knew what to do and they only needed me to tell them whenmy equipment was ready to start. I needed just a short time, since everythingwas prepared, tested and adjusted days before Karen became our prisoner.

The "bathroom" was an empty room, tiles on walls, a drain on the floor. Karenwas thrown into the corner, her own excrements smeared across the inner sideof her thighs, but also on her back and arse. She was sobbing and crying, disoriented,not knowing what to expect. That was all part of the plan.

Amus unscrewed the valve as Mike aimed with the hose and a strong streamof water hit Karen the next second.

"Give her a thorough bath, man", giggled Amus, "She's a dirty pig, man."

This lasted for good ten minutes, which was actually far more than it wasneeded to clean Karen's skin. But those were the instructions Mike and Amushad and they were good soldiers. Karen could not stop crying, I managed toget a few excellent shots of her face. Her dignity was reduced to almost nothing,as she was getting the treatment a pig on a farm would. Mike changed the anglesand directions, circling around her, aiming with the hose to get every singlesquare centimetre of her body.

"Come on, pig, spread 'em, we need to wash that dirty ass of yours", he aimedthe stream of water at her back side, managing to hit the spot right betweenher legs, as she lay face down on the floor. As I was handling the camera,I couldn't help but wonder whether thoughts of escape or acting in any waywere going through her head. She was out of her cell for the first time, didthat spark any hope in her? If it did, that would only make the following eventsharder for her.

"Look at her, man, she's crying." Amus laughed a healthy, cheerful laugh,the two of them being like boys who just discovered a great new game.

"She was hoping for a gentler treatment, no doubt. Perhaps a bubble-bath." Heaimed the stream of water at Karen's face, forcing her to press her eyes andlips shut "Listen to me, bitch, a dirty whore like you can only hope to getthis kind of hygiene treatment. You are so filthy that none of us would touchyou before you are washed with a hose. You should consider yourself lucky Ididn't beat you up like you deserved for shitting yourself. But don't thinkyou won't get punished for that. Oh, you will, you will."

She was shivering after this was over, the water being adjusted to body temperature.It wasn't exactly cold but it must have been very unpleasant being treatedwith it for ten minutes. However, miserable as she was at the end of bathing,this was not the punishment Mike was talking about, but a mere preparation.After he put the hose down, Amus stepped up and grabbed her hair, pulling heroff the floor.

Karen tried to struggle, but she was barely in control of her own body: wetand cold, she was a pitiful sight to see. Her nipples were extremely hard fromthe cold, her hair was a mess and her face was red with crying.

"Get up, bitch, get up, get up!!", he issued the orders in a nervous, impatienttone, pulling her up.

"No, please, please, I'm begging you…", her voice was trembling asher whole body was, but Amus paid no heed to her pleas.

"Get up quickly, bitch, we don't have all day. The other guys are dying togreet you and I don't want to leave them waiting the whole day." He startedpulling her towards the door, still holding her hair in a tight grasp, as shetried to follow on her knees, falling, then continuing on all fours.

"Time to get your official welcome, you fucking slut" added Mike, "By thelook of those nipples, I'd say you are as eager to know the posse better aswe are to show you what we have in stock for you"

I guess that, if there was any doubt what was about to happen next and whather incarceration would eventually lead to, if Karen managed to somehow blockthe path to logical conclusions in her mind, Mike's explanation shattered thatlast little bit of hope she might have retained.

It was obvious she understood what he had in mind as she was trying to breakfree any way she could. She was trying to get a firm grasp on something toslow down the progress, but the floor was not an ideal surface for that. Shewas screaming "No, no, let me go!!" and fell on her back, trying to slow Amusdown. It didn't help. Mike leaned forwards and got her legs, even though shewas kicking and screaming in absolute terror. She knew what was going to happen.

Amus adjusted his grasp, taking a hold of her arms as they carried her intothe "living room". Three other guys awaited there, completely naked and preparedas was the plan. The ten minute bath was not only meant to erase any remainingsense of dignity in Karen, it also provided the rest of the team the time toget ready. Amus and Mike threw Karen on the plain wooden table placed in themiddle and the other three guys readily got hold of her arms and legs, theirerections impressive and threatening.

"Nice nipples" said Craig as Mike and Amus started undressing. Karen wasthrashing on the table, but she was no match for three strong, trained menwho held her down.

Then five of them raped her on the table.

They had their instructions and they acted as a well trained team. As I approachedfor closer shots, Owen and Craig held her legs apart and Jurgen prepared forpenetration. She was completely helpless, her body making violent motions inan attempt to break free, but with no success. She begged and pleaded, repeatingwords like "please" and "no", her face a grimace of exceptional terror as therealisation that she was going to be raped and that there was nothing she coulddo to stop it took over. Jurgen was to be the first.

"Relax, bitch, this is what you've been waiting for all along, isn't it?"

He thrust his penis into her with one violent pelvic movement. Her screamssimultaneously grew in intensity and lost all verbal meaning. These were screamsof pain. Jurgen was huge, he was chosen to be the one to break her in for areason.

"Uhh, fucking slut, you have a tight cunt. I didn't expect that from a whorelike you!", Jurgen pulled his penis out, spat on it and pushed it back intoher. Karen's body twitched in pain. "You are a bit dry but I don't mind that.As long as you enjoy it. "

He fucked her hard, sticking his penis all the way in once the initial resistancewas overcome. Crag and Owen were helping him, keeping her legs apart and pullingher onto his penis every time he pushed. He increased the speed after a whileslamming into her violently, his big, shaven balls hitting her anus every timehe pushed in, making a loud slapping sound.

Karen was screaming as I closed in on her face, trying to preserve some ofthe most genuine moments of pain and fear I have seen.

"Oh, God, please, oh, NOOOOOO!"

The next second, Mike grabbed her hair and put his penis into her mouth.

"Suck it, bitch, make yourself useful!", he ordered. Karen's screams ceasedas she was struggling to breathe through her nose, his massive pole of fleshbeing brutally pushed into her mouth. She made muffled gagging noises as hewas moving in and out, his penis wet from her saliva.

"Ooohh, you fucking slut!!! Suck it, SUCK IT!!" He was pulling his penisout almost completely and sticking it back in, effectively fucking her in themouth just like Jurgen fucked her cunt. I managed to get close, seeing thebulge in her throat rise every time he thrust inwards.

Then they switched places. Mike pushed her legs upwards, as Craig and Owenstill held them apart, and he slammed violently into her. At the same time,Jurgen forced his penis, covered with her own juices into her mouth. The naturallubricant on his skin shined just enough for my camera to catch it, thus provingthat Karen's body responded to the treatment in a way her mind and spirit rejected,only making the humiliation deeper. Jurgen was alternating between deep mouthfuckingand slapping Karen's face with his huge shaft. The woman shook her head, tryingto avoid contact with his flesh, but there was nowhere she could escape.

And Mike was the first one to cum, as he pulled out of her screaming "Youdirty whore!!!!" at the top of his lungs. He held his penis in his fist andejaculated all over her belly and breasts. Seconds later he was replaced byCraig and he himself replaced Jurgen in Karen's mouth, forcing her to suckhis penis clean. She submitted to his wish only after being slapped two timesacross the face. Tears mixed with saliva as Mike spat in her face, thrustinghis softening penis all the way into her mouth. The moment he pulled back,apparently satisfied with her performance, Jurgen shoved his penis back intoher mouth preventing her from taking a deep breath. Him and Craig both fuckedher in the same rhythm, as Owen and Amus held her legs, preparing themselvesto take her.

Jurgen came first, shoving his cock almost all the way down her throat.

"Ahhh, you bitch, swallow it, swallow it all!!!"

The rest of the guys cheered after he pulled out and Karen started coughing,spitting his semen out of her mouth. He rubbed his penis against her face,spreading his sperm and her saliva over it. He slapped her face with it, highfivingCraig at the same time.

"Take it you fucking slut, you like that taste, don't you!!!"

Craig pulled out just a little bit later, Owen replacing him between Karen'slegs. He walked around the table, grabbed her hair, lifted her head up, puthis penis in front of her face and ejaculated in thick gushes of sperm overher face and hair. He was spitting in her face simultaneously. Her eyelids,hair, forehead and nose were covered with sperm and spit as she was cryingin pain and shame. He ejaculated the last drops on her lips, positioning herface for the camera so I could get the best angle.

"This one can go on the front page of any decent porn magazine, eh, man?"

I gave him thumbs up, but I didn't reply as I was slowly zooming in, carefulto catch every single glimmer of light on drops of his semen and her lips.

It all went like that for some more time, Amus was the last to fuck her andhe was probably the most merciless of all, his big black penis being very thickin diameter, his enormous cockhead slamming viciously into her vagina, no doubtaching from the ordeal it was submitted to. She was almost completely exhaustedby then, her body resembling a rag doll thrown on the table, her voice crackedand tired, she wasn't pleading any more, she was just squealing wordlessly,and after he squeezed last drops of sperm onto her hair, she remained lying,eyes closed, motionless, giving me the perfect closing shot.

JUST ABOVE THE ELBOWS

The team cheered all the way through the premiere screening of the editedfootage of the rape. They were commenting on each other's performances, andeven cock-sizes, even though part of their training was spending a lot of timetogether naked in the gym, in order to familiarise with each other's bodes,to maximise the efficiency in the performance.

A natural leader, Craig awarded each of them with appropriately nice wordsfor every good thing they did, pointing out the areas where improvements couldbe made.

"Man, this is good, the bitch was super hot!!" exclaimed Owen, still freshmemories of gang rape he participated in obviously making him want more.

"She's a natural deepthroater even though she didn't even know that", addedJurgen.

"Dude, you almost chocked her with that monster of yours" laughed Mike. Theywere all like a basketball team after a hard won victory.

"She has to get used to it, the sooner she learns to swallow cock, the betterfor her."

"And us", added Amus thoughtfully.

"Yeah, well, frankly, us in particular!" answered Mike as everybody laugheda threatening laugh.

"You guys, you only think of yourselves. It is important that the lady learnsto enjoy it." Told them Craig in mock reproach. "That way she will make aneffort to make it better for us as well."

As the laughter rose and subsided and rose again, I looked through the glass.Karen was still asleep or at least lying motionless on the floor. If she doesn'tmove soon, if she doesn't eat or drink anything she will have to be forcedto. I assumed that finding volunteers would not present a problem.

She was carried back to the cell after the rape, still completely naked andcovered with sperm and spit. She was thrown on the floor, but not just leftthere. The plan demanded she be restrained in a specific way. Her hands werecuffed behind her back, with another pair of leather cuffs added just aboveher elbows. This way she would be forced to drink the water and eat like ananimal, kneeling on the floor, pushing her face in either of the bowls. Craigexplained this was to be her punishment for shitting herself the way she didand resisting the boys' attempts to clean her up. Then she was locked in andabandoned.

I4:

THE FILTH THAT SHE HAD PRODUCED

Owen lay asleep in his chair, but that didn't matter. It was the middle ofthe night. I was only there because Karen has been reported not to sleep. Fora reason.

"Man, what is it, seven days before time?"

Craig was very pedantic about figures so he looked in his notes:

"Eight days before time"

"Well, we expected it. It could have happened the first day. I'm surprisedit didn't."

Owen was the one who reported Karen having her period, eight days early,apparently. It's not uncommon for women to have an early period when experiencingstress of this magnitude. Craig and I were summoned to make official notesand consult the medical team.

Owen was the one who entered the cell and grabbed Karen by her hair, liftedthe upper half of her exhausted body off the floor and yelled abuse to herface smeared with tears. He screamed at her, at close range, red in the face,tiny drops of his saliva ending up on her skin, visible in the lens of my camera.He demanded her to talk to him, to confirm she understood the situation, tofollow him through his rage. He made it look as if it was her fault. He madeit look as if she could have done something to prevent it. She was crying ashe was pointing at her thighs, smeared with menstrual blood, as he pointedout the stench, the filth that she had produced. She was crying like a littlegirl, her first period ever taking place and an enraged father exploding withanger because of it.

She has been cuffed for the last day and watching her struggle to move aroundher cell, watching her crawl to her toilet-spot was source of amusement formost of the team. It is difficult to move when your arms are restrained andyou are naked and scared and ill and broken from gang rape. She couldn't controlher body well and as a result parts of her skin were smeared with urine. Anotherhose bath was in order.

She was forced to thank Jurgen for the bath he provided for her. He was freeto choose whether he wanted full scale intercourse with her or just oral sexand he decided he just needed her to blow him. She was on her knees, as hegrabbed her wet hair and forced his cock in her mouth. He was pushing his massivepenis deep into her throat, leaving it there until she looked as if she'd chokeor throw up or both, then he'd take it out and slap her across the face withit, all the while calling her a dirty whore, a cheap slut et cetera. He ejaculatedover her face and hair and his semen was not washed off before returning herto her cell.

And then Owen called to tell us she had her period. I was asleep and Craigwas sitting with some of the boys, watching telly and smoking. Our positionson the team demanded we make personal appearances and notify officially thenew development in Karen's state, consult the medics, as well as to give directionsfor immediate and mid-term actions.

Owen was asleep in his chair, but that was OK, it was the middle of the night.I was only awake because I had to. Craig left for bed, but I stayed as Karenwas still awake. I watched her for an hour after Owen left her to lie in herown blood and stench. It took a while before sobbing subsided and then shestruggled to her knees, her arms still cuffed on her back. On her knees shemade her way to the dogbowls with water and food in one corner. On her knees,she bowed down and drank the water, face in the bowl, like an animal.

I adjusted the zoom, slowly, until her face filled my field of vision. ThenI played around with the camera on the ceiling. There was something extremelyartistic about her naked figure on her knees, her arms tied on her back, herhead bowed down. The symmetry, the shape, the curves. I adjusted the lens sothat the dark around her was absolute on screen, only the white of her bodyshining as she drank the water.

We like to think we are much more than just animals. But she was an animalat this very moment. Or, more precisely, I guess she was an animal all along,it's just that her cover was blown. Because we are like that. We are animals,we just keep forgetting that.

Kill the alpha male in a group of gorillas and watch the rest of them retreatin confusion, then fight each other for his position. I watched Karen as shepushed her face in the food bowl and made animal noises trying to get foodinto her mouth using just lips and tongue. I thought of the assassination andhow everything was changed after. I remembered retreat and confusion and fightingthat followed.

She finished her "meal" and crawled back to her spot on the floor. It's worthnoting that she didn't just lie down next to the bowls, she went back to whereshe was lying before. Her cell, how ever small and uncomfortable it was, washer habitat and, consciously or not, she separated it into eating, sleepingand toilet zones. Women.

I typed the instructions into the log. From tomorrow morning she will havea designated time of the day to be lead out of her cell and into the toiletdown the hall, where she will be given five minutes to empty her bowels. Ifshe fails to do it, or doesn't finish in time, well, I typed for thirty longminutes. The instructions ended up being quite precise.

Time to wake Owen up and go to bed.

I5:

IN THE FLESH AND ON LINE

Karen's first enema was a messy experience because she never head one before.

We knew that. We knew many things about Karen. We knew where she lived andwhere she worked. We knew names of members of her family, her co-workers, theirphone numbers and their habits.

We knew Karen's shoes size, we knew the exact date when she had her bellybutton pierced and the price of the waist-chain she bought three weeks laterto wear it underneath her work-clothes. We knew what her favourite lingeriewas. We knew what her secret email address was. We knew her measures, her weightand eating habits. We knew her sexual preferences and names of her partners,in the flesh and online. We knew her inside out.

I watched hours of footage of Karen in months before we performed the displacement.In months after her fortieth birthday. She bought very expensive canned foodfor her cats that day. I watched and studied the surveillance footage takenin the street and in her home, watching her slender, tall body, her long legsand her face, sometimes with glasses on or off.

She had a very elegant, ladylike way of walking. She looked like a calm personat all times. There is a piece of footage I watched many times, no sound atall (shot from a car at the opposite side of the street, no need for soundrecording), Karen crossing the street and wind wrapping her skirt around herlegs dressed in black stockings and elegant high-heeled shoes. There was somethingdeeply poetic in the way she looked around at one point, stopping in the middleof the street, the wind playing with her hair. She looked almost directly intothe camera, the expression on her face as if she was trying to make somethingout, so delicate. And then she just continued walking. There was so much significancein those fifteen seconds, so much to see and imagine and analyse. I watchedit countless times.

I read her email.

I downloaded photos from her hard disk at home, photos of her taken by peopleI didn't know. Photos of her with people, male and female, I didn't know.

We didn't need to know them. Was there a need, we'd learn about those people.

She had her first enema in the morning after Craig pulled her into the toiletat the end of the hall, releasing her arms after more than thirty hours. Theinstructions were barked at her.

I AM THE EYE OF THIS STORM

"Do you understand? DO YOU UNDERSTAND, BITCH!!!!" shouted Craig in a voicethat would scare even me.

She was terrified, hiding her head between her shoulders, closing her eyesin fear of what he might do. She nodded, a barely visible gesture, a fragilefemale body sitting on a toilet in a stall with no door, her ribs and titslooking so vulnerable, her inner thighs covered with dried menstrual blood.She understood, but she couldn't do it. The minimal food intake, the stress,the fact that she was watched, all that affected her in a predictable way.So, after five minutes Amus and Craig were upon her, pulling her off the seat,shouting at her.

"You have to defy us, bitch!!! You just have to piss us off, don't you? Nowyou'll see what you get for playing games with us, you stupid cunt!!!"

Craig was good at this. He had a cold, military mind, able to think alongone line and act along the other.

Karen was taken to the "bathroom" and positioned on all fours there. Then,as Amus was preparing the bags, Craig inserted a gag into her mouth. Therewas no need for that, but he still thought of using it because he was usedto thinking one step ahead of the events. Military mind. She resisted, wavingher head left and right but she didn't have the courage to really fight him.Even though her arms were free after such a long time, she didn't dare putup a real fight. Instead she just pressed her lips together and tried to avoidhim by violently shaking her head. Not that it made much difference. He stoodabove her, his legs spread around her kneeling body, and he grabbed her hairand pulled her head savagely back. She moaned but managed to keep her mouthshut. I was taking a wide shot which was just as well as Craig turned backand looked directly into the camera, grin on his face, as if to say he waswelcoming the challenge she presented to him.

"Come on, open your mouth, bitch, don't make me really hurt you!", he waspulling at her hair, jerking her head violently back and forth, but her mouthstayed shut. I circled them slowly, zooming in onto her face. I was surprisedto see that there was still defiance left in her at this stage. After beingso thoroughly abused and violated, one would think she would accept the gagwithout much protest. After all, she was punished for things she had no controlover before this, it must have been clear to her that her refusal to complywould only result in more punishment.

"Fine, if that's the game you want to play, be my guest!!", Craig decidedto change the tactic.

He switched hands. The gag was a big, plastic penis one, with leather strapsand buckles. He took it in his left hand, and placed his right hand on Karen'sthroat. He had big hands. Her neck looked tiny as he violently squeezed atit.

"Oh, you're gonna open your mouth for me, I know you are.", he was singingin a low voice.

He pushed her down, and her arms collapsed under her. He pushed her faceto the floor, his fingers still squeezing her throat. His strong, muscularlegs kept her under his control, as her body began to thrash. The expressionon her face was one of desperation. She knew what the game was about. She understoodthe stakes. She tried to fight with all she had at the moment which was notmuch. She thrashed violently under him, red in the face, her eyes explodingwith fear. It was her life or her pride. She knew that. That was a lost fightfrom start, but she still fought, for some reason trying to cling to the illusionthat she had a degree of dignity left, that there indeed were traces of herfree will left. She didn't want to be gagged, she refused the penis-gag, theinstrument of ultimate humiliation, she didn't want the vestiges of her dignityto be mocked in this way.

But she gave in eventually. Human fear of dying is too strong. Almost alwaysit triumphs over pride. She had to open her mouth. No one would be able tokeep their mouth shut, being brutally choked in the way she was. It was a smallwonder she managed to last for almost half a minute the way she did.

The moment her mouth were open, Craig shoved the gag in and released thegrip on her throat. Then he pushed her face to the floor to prevent her fromspitting the thick plastic penis out, as she was coughing and gasping for air.Swiftly, he buckled the straps on the back of her head, fixing the gag, makingsure it was planted deeply in her mouth.

"That's a nice girl, I knew we'd get along together eventually.", said he,pleased with what he'd done. He pulled her back up to her arms and legs, andgrabbed her hair so he could direct her face towards my camera. I made a longshot of her, zooming in slowly as her heavy breathing subsided. Her eyes werefull of tears. The penis-gag was rather long and its tip must have been buriedfairly deep in her throat, forcing her to accommodate to it. Saliva drippedfrom the corners of her mouth, down her chin, onto the floor. She was a sorrysight. She was looking right into the camera, crying silently. She was lookingright into the lens.

Then Amus brought the bags and Karen was cleaned on the inside. The two ofthem had great fun sticking the tubes into her anus and pumping her full ofwater and soap. Amus placed his hand on her belly as she was getting filled.

"Yo, man, you gotta check this out, you can feel her guts getting fatter."

Craig placed his hand next to it and they both pressed and played aroundwith her belly, as she was silently moaning. I saw the expression on her facemove from discomfort and shame to pain and anguish as more water entered herintestines, inflating her, pressing her inner organs, hurting her.

As brown water rushed out of her anus, Craig and Amus cheered, and Amus pushedher head down, so she could look between her arms and legs and see the darkstream run out of her.

"Look at it, you dirty bitch. You oughta be thankin' us for cleaning youof your filth!"

The ordeal was repeated three times and after it was finished, Karen lookedcompletely exhausted. She took the hose-bath just lying on the floor, as Amussprayed her from all angles, cleaning her of dried menstrual blood and otherfilth.

"She seems to be getting used to the water temperature.", said Craig.

"Well, either that or she is completely wasted and unable to react.", saidI, not turning the camera away from her for a second.

"Well, that would be unfortunate as I am really hoping she will react towhat we have in stock for her next.", said he.

She heard that, even though I thought she was almost unconscious. She lookedup at the two of us, her face a grotesque of leather straps, tears and agony.I understood her look, perfectly. She was pleading. Pleading to just be leftalone. She was exhausted, ill, broken.

"Right", said I, checking the time elapsed on my camera, "take her to the "livingroom." It was only middle of the morning.

A VERSE OF SPASMS

They carried her to the living room, as she struggled, desperately. But shehad no chance. A slender, exhausted woman, humiliated and all dripping withwater was no match for two men in their prime. They carried her effortlessly,like a plastic doll. When we entered the "living room", she could see the restof the boys awaiting there. She knew what was to follow and her eyes widenedin panic. But there were no screams, all I could hear were muffled cries, barelyaudible through thick plastic buried in her mouth.

"Come on, baby, you loved it the other day, didn't you?", asked Jurgen. "Weknow each other now, no need to pretend you aren't happy to see us."

"We, sure as hell are happy to see you" added Owen, his swollen penis inhis hand, foreskin peeled back, the purple head glistening with precum. Theywere happy to see her, no doubt about it.

Yet she fought. Somehow, that was strange. The first time she was raped,she barely struggled. This time around, even though she was exhausted and thoroughlyhumiliated, she resisted desperately, with all the strength she could muster.As I played the footage back later that day, I thought about this. It couldbe that at first she was scared for her life. That was only natural, afterall. Maybe she imagined that accepting what they did to her kept her alive.But by now she probably understood. The rape she was subjected to was not merelya passing opportunity for a bunch of horny men. It was systematic, calculated,planned. She probably understood that now and she struggled against her captors.Not that it made much difference, of course. They had their orders, they hadtheir training. She was bent over the table in no time, her arms violentlypulled back and her wrists cuffed together.

"So, slut", started Craig, "I hope you appreciate all the effort we investedin cleaning your filthy ass. " He made a pause, as if waiting for the reply,but, even were the gag not still firmly planted in Karen's mouth, I doubt he'dhave got one. "It's only appropriate you thank us by investing some effortyourself and making us feel good now, understand?" She probably understoodwhere he was going with this, but bent over as she was, her hands restrainedon her back, her mouth filled with that big piece of plastic, she didn't havemany options but to continue listening.

"Of course, you understand we did it more for you than ourselves, becausewe're nice guys. I wouldn't mind fucking your ass as dirty as it was, sincethat would only give me the right to have you clean my cock afterwards withyour mouth, right? But some of the guys here thought you may not be ready forthe taste of your own shit just yet, slut, OK? So you got a free enema, OK?Now you are going to be fucked in the ass, OK?"

Karen made a violent motion upwards, trying to get up, probably not thinkingat all, just reacting to the threat in his voice. But he was ready for it.He pushed her back to the table and pressed her down, his hand on her back,between her shoulder blades. The camera positioned right in front of her showedme a good shot of Karen trying to raise her head, her breasts crushed againstthe wood of the table. Amus stepped in then and grabbed her hair, keeping herhead down.

The cry she let out was unbelievable. Without a gag in her mouth, it wouldhave been a deafening scream. This way it was a muffled howl of an animal inpain. Craig penetrated her anus savagely, pushing his cock in with such forcethat her eyes looked as if they were going to come out of their sockets.

"Man, come on, push it all the way in, she's loving it", said Amus, liftingher head up. "You love it, don't you? Don't you, slut?" Craig kept pushingand his flesh disappeared in her, inch by inch as her muffled cries followedone another. "Such a slut." Said Amus, and spat on Karen's forehead.

"Man, you won't believe how tight she is", said Craig as he pulled back andthen thrust his member into her with more force than before. "She's going tohave to practise if she seriously plans to become a true anal slut, right?"

Karen was in agony, her face red, the veins on her forehead bursting withblood. The fact that she was tied down and gagged must have only contributedto the sense of helplessness. The pain from Craig's brutal anal penetrationforcing her whole body to twitch violently each time he entered her.

"Come on, man", said Owen, "quit playing around, stick it all the way in,she's a big girl, she can take it."

"That's the difference between me and you", said Craig, not stopping hisviolent thrusts for a moment, "You think only of yourself, whereas I know whatladies like." He took his penis all the way out, and pressed his swollen cockheadagainst her anus again. Pushing in, he made circular motions, forcing her fleshto part. It went in slowly. Karen was howling into the gag.

"If I didn't know better, I'd swear she's a virgin", said Owen, clearly impatientto have a go at Karen himself.

"Here, let me help you with that", said Amus, stepping in. He placed hishands on Karen's butt-cheeks and spread them as wide as they would go. "Doit, man!"

"Are you ready, slut? This is what you have been waiting for all along!",announced Craig in a cheerful voice. "I'm going to fucking break your ass."

With these words he made a savage pelvic thrust and buried his penis allthe way into her. Her eyes grew in size. Red with blood and fear, there wasno reason in them at that moment. Just pain. Spit dripped from her mouth, downto the floor. She screamed again and again as Craig started fucking her brutally,his testicles hitting her shaven cunt with every thrust he made.

THE NOSEBLEEDER

"Ooooh, you bitch, you like it, don't you?" he asked, breathing heavily, "Yourfucking ass is so hot, slut, I can't believe you wanted to keep it all to yourself."

He grabbed her hands, cuffed on her back, and pulled her onto his penis everytime he thrust into her. Her body was pulled back and thrust forth on the table,her breasts rubbing against the hard wooden surface.

"You love it? You love it, right?", repeated Craig as he was pounding herrelentlessly from behind, his ball sac bouncing off comically. "Take the gagout of her mouth, man, I want to hear her say she loves this."

Amus unbuckled the straps and Karen was free to breathe once again.

"No!!! Please, stop, PLEASE!!!!"

Her voice was cracked and raw. All the screaming she did with the gag inamounted to very little actual sound, but it wasn't less taxing on her throat,obviously. She was turning her head back, trying to look Craig in the eyes,trying to convince him to stop.

"Please, heave heart!!! I can't take this, please!!!!"

Craig grabbed her hair and pushed her head down as he continued fucking herhard.

"Easy there, bitch, someone might think you aren't enjoying this as muchas I do."

"She is being real ungrateful here, man." Said Jurgen, "Craig is just gettingher prepared for the rest of us and I know I don't plan to be as considerateand gentle as he is."

"You hear the man, slut?", asked Craig. "Do you hear him? If you think thisis painful, wait until Jurgen gets his hands on you. He is going to tear yourass apart with his monster, bitch."

Karen was crying in pain and fear as Craig accelerated his thrusts. He wasgetting really hot and demanded her to take part.

"Come on slut, tell me you love this! Tell me you dreamed of this all yourlife!!!"

All she came up with was "No, NO, NO!!!" over and over again but that clearlywas not good enough for Craig.

"Come ON, BITCH!!!! You can do better than that!!!!" He stuck both his indexfingers into her mouth and pulled to opposite sides, forcing her to screamin pain.

"Come on, see, you can smile after all. Now tell me you love the way I fuckyour ass!!!"

She was waving her head left and right, in helpless denial. Craig had herbody but apparently she didn't want to let him have her will, not completely.But he was determined to force her into complying.

Craig took both her breasts in his big, strong hands and squeezed at thenipples. That was not a measured kind of pressure, applied by a skilful lover,capable of the subtle balancing act between pain and pleasure. Instead, Craigtwisted and pulled at her nipples with vicious determination, a cruel smileon his face as her cries rose to high-pitched shrieks signifying the freshkind of pain.

"Come on, come on, say it!!!!"

"No, GOD, NO, NO PLEASE!!!"

"Say it, or I'll rip your fucking nipples off, I swear I will cripple you,BITCH!!!"

To prove he meant business, he pulled at her nipples very hard. It was scaryseeing the flesh and skin stretch the way they did. I zoomed in to get thedetails.

"Oh, GOD, NO, NO, NO!!!!!!!!!"

Karen was screaming in agony. I wondered would the fear of mutilation, thatprimal, pre-rational fear overcome her resistance the way fear of dying didit before. Would she crack? What else was there for her to do?

"Oh, GOD, PLEASE STOP, I'LL SAY IT, JUST PLEASE STOP!!!!!"

Craig was pleased with the way things resolved. He decreased the force hewas using, but her nipples were still firmly between his fingers.

"I knew you'd come through for me baby. I knew you'd see the light once.Come on, let me hear you say how much you love being fucked this way. Comeon, now."

Karen was catching her breath, trying to force herself to utter the wordsthat probably disgusted her more than she could ever imagine as he continuedrolling her nipples between his fingers.

"Now, bitch!!"

"I... love it" she whispered finally, his cock still going steadily in andout of her.

Craig laughed a cruel laugh.

"You gotta be kidding me, slut. You gotta be kidding me, seriously. You thinkI'd fall for that? What the fuck do you take me for?"

He grabbed her breasts using his full hands, and squeezed mercilessly. Shescreamed in pain.

"Come on, one more time, with passion. I want to hear you mean it."

"Oh God… Oh God… Oh my God…", Karen was trying to composeherself, trying to concentrate on the task in front of her. It was a simpletask at a glance, but nothing in her position was simple any more. It seemedthat she realised Craig was ready to hurt her really bad unless she did exactlywhat he told her. She inhaled deeply.

"Oh, God, yes…" she stopped there and exhaled audibly, then took anotherdeep breath. Passion. She was trying to leave the impression of being aroused.

"Yes, yes, oh, God, yes, I love it. I love it."

"That's more like it, bitch, see you can be a good slut when I help you outa bit." Craig accelerated his thrusts. Karen's helplessness, her tight anus,her fragile body under his, and her acceptance of his cruel game in the end,all this obviously excited him very much. Still, he knew this was making fora good show and that the footage I was getting was first class. A professional.

"Yes. God, yes, yes, fuck my little arse, please."

Karen was putting up a nearly convincing act, considering the state she wasin. It was good enough for Craig, apparently, as he was getting ready to comeany second.

"Ahhhhh, bitch!!! You are going to make me come, you fucking dirty slut!!!"

He pulled out of her and quickly stepped around the table.

"Open up!! Open up wide, slut!!! I want to come into your mouth!!!" he grabbedher hair and pulled her head up. I wondered whether Karen would defy him atthis point.

She did. She pressed her lips together tight, her eyes closed, ready to feeljets of his semen on her face. I doubt that was a conscious decision. She justreacted like anyone would in this situation.

So Craig slapped her face once and then two more times, forehand, backhand,forehand. She was slapped quite a bit these days, but not as hard as this,not once as hard as this.

"Open your mouth now, BITCH!!!" screamed Craig.

And she did. Her eyes were still closed but she opened her mouth wide, athin stream of blood trickling down from her right nostril. She was trembling,visibly. That was fear, pain, humiliation, exhaustion, you name it. None ofit mattered to Craig as he was pumping his swollen member.

"Ahhh, take it NOW, BITCH!!!" he exclaimed as he shot jet after jet of sperminto her mouth. When the twitches subsided he shoved his penis into her mouth,letting the last drops of his semen fall on her tongue.

"Ahhh, that's great, now swallow it. COME ON, SWALLOW IT ALL, NOW!!!!"

She did so. Crying, bleeding from her nose, then coughing as spit, sperm,blood and mucus dripped from her mouth and nose and onto the floor.

That was when Jurgen approached her from the rear and shoved his cock intoher anus.

"Time to feel the real man, baby", he announced himself.

That Craig finished and sat into one of the chairs behind him was a signfor the rest of the guys that Karen was all theirs now.

A SWARM OF DRONES

Jurgen was indeed even less considerate than Craig. He was shoving his hugecock into her all the way, taking little notice of her pleas. And she did plea,at least until Amus forced his cock into her mouth, effectively blocking mostof her air, now that her nose was bleeding.

The two of them performed like a well trained team, perfectly in synch witheach other, filling Karen's orifices with their flesh and retreating at exactlythe same times. Owen and Mike were waiting for their turn, but they weren'tidle either. They squeezed at her ass and breasts, they slapped her face, herbutt-cheeks, they twisted her nipples and shouted derogatory names at her.

They were less than gentle, that much is sure. Especially Jurgen who wasshoving his penis into her anus with vicious enthusiasm.

"Take THAT, whore!!! How do you like that? Ha? How do you like being fuckedin the ass by a real man?"

Amus took his penis out of her mouth and slapped her face with it. But Karendidn't answer Jugen's question. Instead she just moaned and cried. Jurgen wassticking it in all the way up to his balls and I suppose that was a thoroughlypainful experience for her, even after being broken in by Craig. Jurgen wasmuch bigger than Craig. Jurgen was much bigger than any of the boys and hehad this cruel streak about him – it was just so obvious how much hewas enjoying inflicting pain at Karen.

"Does it hurt, eh? Does it hurt?", he asked, "I know you love it when ithurts, because you are just that kind of slut." He grabbed a handful of herhair and pulled her head backwards. "Tell me you love it, come on!!!"

The lesson was learned. It took Karen several seconds to compose herself,but she did come through for him.

"I… I love it… I love the way you fuck me……..OH GOD!!!" The scream at the end was the result of Jurgen thrusting into herespecially hard and then again and again. "Oh, GOD, PLEASE STOP, IT HURTS SOMUCH, PLEEEASE!!"

But her cries were a powerful turn-on for him and seconds later he was runningaround the table, still holding her hair in his hand, the other hand pumpingfuriously at his huge penis. He didn't bother ordering her to open her mouthas he discharged his semen over her face and hair. At the same time, Owen tookthe opportunity and penetrated Karen's anus, trying to continue Jurgen's furiousrhythm. It wasn't his turn, he was to be the last, but he decided to improviseand we allowed him to do so. Karen's face was a mess of semen, blood and tearswithin seconds as Jurgen unloaded over it.

"You BITCH, suck it!!! Suck it clean!!!". Perhaps Karen wanted to followhis order, but Owen's thrusts were rocking her whole body forth and back andshe was completely unable to obey. Not that Jurgen saw that as an excuse. Heslapped her face only once, but very hard and her nosebleed continued. "Suckit clean!!! Now!!"

As she accepted his penis into her mouth, Mike, whose turn it was and whoprobably felt impatient about the whole proceeding stepped closer and pushedhis penis in as well. I had to circle around them to get a clean shot as bothof them moved their hips forth and back, fucking her mouth with understandabledifficulties. It was a sight to see, normally I doubt Karen would be able totake their two members into her mouth at once, especially with Jurgen's dimensions.However, as it was, there was nothing whatsoever she could do about it andMike made his way into her mouth by pushing violently forwards, stretchingher lips wider than they have probably ever gone before. On top of it, eachtime Owen penetrated her ass, her whole body slammed forwards and the two cockswere swallowed deeper.

I wiped the sweat off my forehead. The room was very hot.

"Damn, bitch, I said to clean it, not just play around with it!!!" Jurgensounded displeased with Karen's performance as he wiped his softening cockoff against her hair. That gave Mike more manoeuvring space and he was makingsure he got the most of it. He was holding Karen's head with both hands andstarted fucking her as deep as he could get. But he wasn't just thrusting hiships forwards, he was pulling her head onto his cock every time, being veryinconsiderate, merciless.

"Aha, yeah, that's it, bitch, swallow my cock, come on, suck on it, suckon it well!!!!"

As he took his penis out of her mouth, he impatiently pushed her head downwards.

"Come on, now do the balls, bitch!! Suck my balls NOW, before I fucking losemy patience!!!"

He pushed her face into his crotch and she was forced to tongue his ball-sacas he jerked off above her head. Apparently not satisfied with her, he pulledher head up again.

"Look me in the eyes, SLUT!!! You are not even trying!!!! It seems you needto be taught a lesson!! You'll see what I'll do to your ass as soon as Owen'sfinished, bitch!! That'll teach you to fucking pay attention when you are toldto do something!!"

With these words, he shoved his cock into her mouth once again, using a differentangle this time, pushing into her left cheek first, then the other one.

Possibly inspired by his words, Owen chose that moment to start slappingKaren's butt-cheeks with both his hands, really hard. He hit her once, then,quickly once again. I imagine that it was not the pain, it must have been thesurprise. After all, she was in considerable pain for a while already. It musthave been the surprise. She wasn't expecting it. She was struggling for hersanity there, doing a balancing act on the edge of abyss and this just senther tumbling down.

The scream came from Mike. It was a genuine scream of pain and horror. Ithink that everyone in the room froze for half a second. I panned to Mike.

"FUCK!!!!!!! The bitch bit me!!! She fucking bit my cock!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Everyone in the room was frozen.

Mike slammed his fist into Karen's face. He raised his arm once again andlanded another blow.

"You fucking cunt, you bit me!!!!!!!! You bit ME!!!!!!! I AM GOING TO FUCKINGPUNCH YOUR FUCKING TEETH OUT, DO YOU HEAR ME??!! DO YOU HEAR ME, BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

His arm went up again. I looked at Craig. He was looking back at me, questionhanging on his face. I closed my eyes and moved the fingers of my left handoutwards.

"Michael!"

Mike's fist slammed into Karen's face once again.

"BITCH!!!

"Michael!!"

Craig's voice had such an edge to it that suddenly he looked significantlytaller to me.

Mike looked his way. He shook his head, his arm raised, preparing to deliveranother punch.

"Remember your instructions, soldier!!!!"

Craig didn't move from his seat. He just straightened his back and spokeup. But that left a very strong impression on me. It was clear why he had beenselected for this position.

"Alright…" Mike was trembling with rage, but he put his fist down.Karen was bleeding from her nostrils and her mouth. I hoped Mike's puncheshadn't broken any of her teeth. She was not supposed to take any damage ofthis sort. Not this early, anyway.

"Alright. Alright, but the bitch is going to pay for this!!!"

SUMMON THE WASP

Mike grabbed Karen's hair and pulled her head up, bowing down to be on thesame level with her.

"You are going to pay for this, bitch. Just watch me!!!"

He moved to the back and Owen let him take his place. But he didn't penetrateher anus the very same instant as I expected him to do. His penis was veryhard, despite the fact it received a painful and unexpected bite. I supposethat her helplessness turned them all on, but that Mike got especially hardnow that he punched her in the face repeatedly and now that everything somehowbecame personal.

Instead of anal penetration, Mike shoved four fingers of his right hand intoKaren's cunt.

"Take THAT, you slut!!!"

He moved them in and out quickly, his other hand grabbing the flesh of herbehind and pulling her down onto her fingers as she helplessly cried. I lookedat Craig. Her cunt was not to be used during this session. He nodded but gesturedat me to keep the things going. I nodded back. I had trust in him. He wouldknow when to stop Mike if he stepped out of line again.

"You like that? Ha? You like this? I am going to rip you apart, you bitch!!"

Mike pulled his fingers out and observed them. Mucus, white and red gracedhis skin.

"You filthy, filthy whore, look at this! LOOK AT THIS!!!"

Pulling her head back violently, he pushed the fingers into her mouth.

"Lick it up!!! Come on, lick it all up!!! You slut!!!"

There was nothing she could do as he pushed past her bloody lips and shovedall four his fingers into her mouth. She had to take them all in and suck herown menstrual blood off. I zoomed in on her face as she was gagging on hisfingers, probably repulsed by the taste and the knowledge of what she had inher mouth.

But that didn't quite satisfy Mike. As he wiped the blood and saliva offhis hand against the skin on Karen's back, he went to the corner of the roomwhere his clothes were left and pulled the belt out of his trousers.

"I'm going to teach you to obey, bitch."

As he walked back towards her, I looked at Craig, but he was silent. Alright.

If Craig was the one to punish her using a leather belt, I am sure he'd haveknown in advance how many lashes were to be given and each of the lashes wouldhave hit the precise spot he had planned up front. But this was Mike instead,hotheaded and boiling with rage.

Karen was screaming in a harsh, high-pitched voice, she was screaming soloud that I made a mental note to have her vocal chords examined later thatday. Mike was cursing, his arm going up and down in broad, uncontrolled bows.The leather of his belt was hitting Karen's behind for the most part, but someof the lashes fell on her back, some hit her cuffed hands, then some went overher thighs. Ugly, broad, red marks appeared on her skin.

"PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!!!!!!"

She was beyond rational pleading, these were just cries of help, cries ofpain, cries for anyone who could hear. I stepped in front of her, zooming inon her face and she was looking up, directly into the camera, trying to makeeye contact with me, to penetrate through my professional devotion.

"PLEASE, PLEASE, JUST MAKE HIM STOP, I'LL DO ANYTHING JUST MAKE HIM STOP!!!!"

Slowly, I circled around her until I was standing next to Mike, as he deliveredanother three lashes, two of those falling squarely between Karen's butt-cheeks,hitting her anus. It swelled almost instantly, burning bright red. Then hediscarded the belt.

"And NOW I am going to fuck you, slut!!!!", he announced, spreading her butt-cheekswide as they would go.

I thought Karen had passed out as she made no sound when he penetrated heranus violently. But then I saw her body thrash in blind fear and resistanceand realised that it was Owen who stepped forwards and put his penis into hermouth.

"You dirty whore, your ass is sooo hot!!!!", Mike was on the verge of orgasmas soon as he was inside Karen's anus. The beating he delivered obviously excitedand aroused him very much. After a very short time he pulled out and ejaculatedover Karen's anus, ass, thighs and back, some drops of sperm falling on herhands as well.

"You BITCH!! Dirty bitch!!"

This left just Owen to complete his run and he knew he was expected to takehis time. So he approached her from the back once again and slid his penisinto her anus slowly. There was a relaxed, dreamy quality about the way hefucked her now, going all the way in and then all the way out, making circularmotions. Her sphincter was stretched from all the violent pounding it receivedin the last half an hour, so Owen was able to take his penis completely outof her and slam it back in from a distance without having to aim too much.I turned to look and was pleased to see that Craig already gestured for Kerryto join us. Kerry was ready since early morning and stepped into the room ina matter of seconds, her equipment on a plate she carried.

"OK, Kerry", said Craig, "You know what to do. Tell Owen how you want her."

Kerry placed the plate on a nearby stool and smiled at Owen. She was a verypleasant, experienced woman and a very welcome late addition to the team.

"Right, OK", she said, "What I need you to do first is push her body a bitmore forwards. I need her breasts to be at the edge."

Owen was a very disciplined person. I noticed that earlier. That was whyhe has been selected to be the last in line. He could also last the longestif the need be, and this was why he was to be the one to fuck her as Kerrywas going about her job. He skilfully lifted Karen's feet off the ground andpushed her body forwards over the table, his penis not once leaving her anus.

"That's just perfect, honey, thank you."

Karen looked at Kerry with bafflement. It was safe to assume her mind wasworking slower than it normally would after all she has been put through oflate. So far, every person in the room has inflicted physical harm onto her,excluding me. Of course, I was the one who videoed every single detail of hertorture, deaf to her pleas, in a way I was the one who the whole performancewas done for: I was the proverbial eye of the beholder. I haven't laid a fingeron her, but all the torture she has been subjected to focused in the lens ofmy camera. So I was as evil as the rest, if not worse. But now, another personentered the room and she looked different. She had clothes on, like I did.And she was female, and she was smiling and not shouting at Karen.

Karen looked up in bafflement, the rape she was subjected to just developinga new dimension that she couldn't grasp at first. There was this woman in frontof her, woman with glasses and a reassuring smile on her face. Karen was breathingheavily.

Then she noticed the equipment on the plate.

"What…"

There were seconds of confusion, seconds of contemplation, if you want, whileher mind was struggling with the concept. It all became very clear once Kerrytook a hold of Karen's right breast.

I could hear the thoughts in Karen's mind slamming into focus with metallicechoes as she was trying to back off from Kerry.

"No, please, no, let me go, no no no no no!!!"

"Would you please hold her tight, honey? I need her to be still to be ableto do this."

Kerry didn't even raise her voice. Owen knew what was expected of him. Afterall, he practised this many times over. Not with women who were strugglingfor real, but then again, not with women who have been exhausted and brokenthe way Karen was. So he was very efficient, pressing Karen down to the table,while at the same time holding her head and shoulders up so her breasts wereat Kerry's disposal. All the while, his erect cock was slowly moving in andout of Karen's anus.

Surely, this didn't need to be done exactly this way. But the instructionswere very strict. There was a deeper logic at work here, not just the one ofgetting the job done. It was about doing it in a precisely defined fashion,doing it to satisfy certain rules and propositions. And no one questioned thislogic or the methods. Everyone involved had agreed to follow the rules outlinedby the project description and specific additional documents.

Kerry was disinfecting Karen's right nipple with a piece of alcohol-soakedgauze. Karen screamed, her body wriggling like an eel, but held firmly in placeby Owen. There was no way she could escape what was in stock for her. Therewas nothing she could do, no matter how much she screamed and pleaded. Theblood trickling down from her nose and mouth was not stopping either. Screamingthe way she did, the drops were falling all over Kerry's grey coat.

"No, please, please, how can you, PLEASE, PLEASE, DON'T DO IT!! Oh, God,no no no no no!!!!!"

Seeing Kerry reach back to take a needle, her other hand firmly holding herbreast, Karen's panic climaxed. She realised that Kerry was not going to bepersuaded by her pleas.

"Keep still, dear, and this will only take a second"

She realised that Kerry was not going to stop. She realised that Owen wasnot going to let her go, or even stop moving his cock slowly in and out ofher anus.

She turned her head my way. Not Craig's way. She turned my way.

"Please, please, I'm begging you, please, I'll do anything you want, juststop them, please. PLEASE!!!! NO NO NOOOOOOOO!!!!"

Her words turned into hysterical screams as Kerry brought the needle forward.This was a tense moment. Piercing a nipple is not something you do lightly.You need to know anatomy and to be very careful. Kerry was a stone-cold professional,her CV a string of awe-inspiring jobs and this is why she was drafted for thisproject.

Amus stepped in and helped Owen hold Karen absolutely still. They were instructednot to cover her mouth, even though this would have probably helped Kerry concentratebetter. But the instructions were clear and Kerry knew this as well, so thescreaming carried on, as Karen's head and body were held firmly in place. Kerryplaced the tip of the needle on the nipple.

I6:

UNHINDERED BY SCREAMS

Looking at the footage later that afternoon, I was not surprised that thewhole process of piercing Karen's nipples and placing rings in them could beedited to no more than two minutes. In reality, it took almost half an hour.Owen was miraculously able to continue fucking her anus all this time, unhinderedby her screams of pain, by her twitches. After it was finished, Karen's voicewas almost completely gone. Kerry placed silver rings in both her nipples and,satisfied with the work she had done, took her gloves off and gently touchedKaren's face.

"See, baby, that hurt quite a lot, didn't it?"

Then she spat in her face, just like that. It was a surprise even for me.I watched the screen as the saliva dripped from Karen's forehead, enteringher left eye, continuing down her cheek.

"That's only the beginning, dear. You'll get many more."

She was talking about piercings, but Owen probably thought she referred tospittings. And he indeed joined, spitting at Karen's back, accelerating hismovements. He was allowed to come and he was bringing himself to the orgasmthrough violent slams into Karen's anus. But when the time came, he decidedto use her mouth.

Karen was almost completely motionless as he was finishing raping her. Multiplerapes, violent beating she received and the shock of having her nipples piercedwhile being raped, the screaming, the helplessness, it all drained her energyalmost completely. As Owen was thrusting into her, she lay without motion,her head and breasts hanging down from the edge of the table.

In order to ejaculate into her mouth, Owen had to go around the table andlift her head up, then savagely put his penis in. He groaned as he was coming,holding her head with both hands, his hips shooting forwards in throes of orgasm.

"Swallow. Swallow it all, slut. Let me see you swallow it."

I rewound this part several times. The shot done by my handheld camera wasby far the best, even though the light was not perfect. But Karen's face hadthis otherworldly look to it, as she made the effort that made the simple taskof swallowing half a coffee-cup of semen look like the hardest thing on Earth.She was barely conscious. But she was conscious. Anyway, were she to lose consciousnessat any moment throughout the session, we had the expertise and the means toget her back to her senses immediately and carry on with the proceedings untilthe end.

After finishing the editing later that night, I sat with the boys for aboutan hour. It was a cheerful bunch, everyone satisfied with the work that hadbeen done and happy that the project moved on. The fact that Karen was to bespared for the next couple of weeks meant they could have a bit of a rest themselves.We watched TV, ate some smoked fish, made a bunch of stupid jokes that guysusually make when they sit together.

Craig made it plain to Mike that what he'd done was a violation of projectplans and direct instructions. Yet, he made it sound more like a friendly,thoughtful observation than a dry critique. I thought Mike understood the pointand even though he officially said he was sorry for losing his temper and doingwhat he did, he was not put to shame or singled out among the others. Yet againI had to admire Craig's perfect grasp at squad psychology.

"We gave her something to think about, eh?", said Jurgen.

"I just hope she doesn't get too hot reminiscing about today and resortsto masturbation, we need her to be as horny as we are going to be once sheis back in shape."

Owen was referring to a two week period the medics prescribed in order toallow Karen to recover at least partially.

We spent most of that afternoon with the medics. After the rape was finished,she was taken to her cell and left there on the floor, her hands still tiedon her back. I arranged with the medics and she was examined, thoroughly. Theexamination was to take place anyway because of the piercing and her period,but the fact that she received more physical damage than expected meant ithad to be detailed.

Jean-Michel was laughing all the time, sometimes reminding me of the doctorin The Simpsons. In contrast, Elisabeth was a quiet, unpleasant woman thatI never felt comfortable around. However, that didn't matter. The project waswhat it all was about and everyone knew we didn't have to like each other aslong as our job was done professionally.

"We're looking at at least a fortnight", said Jean-Michel. "The boys havebeen quite irresponsible with their new toy, hehehe."

"Yeah, I know that.", said I. "Anything broken in there?"

"No, no, all her teeth seem to be there, thankyouverymuch, but she cut theinner sides of her cheeks on her teeth, hence the swelling."

Karen's upper lip was grotesquely swollen, as well as both her cheeks. Itwas a relief learning that it didn't signify broken teeth.

"That will go in a matter of days. But there's other things that she needsa breather for."

Karen was sitting in a chair specially designed for this project: her anklesand wrists immobilised, her legs set apart, her groin exposed and readily available.We haven't washed her after the rape so Jean-Michel had to use a sponge toremove dried blood and semen from her face in order to examine her.

"She is still dehydrated. If she doesn't begin taking fluids more regularly,it might be a good idea to have one of the boys make sure she does. I am sureyoung Michael would be delighted to be given such a task, hehehehe."

I wasn't sure Karen understood the reason for Jean-Michel's cheerful laughterat the end of that sentence

"You don't think that having Mike piss in her mouth repeatedly would be harmfulfor her health?", asked I.

"Oh, no, not at all, making sure she gets all the medications we prescribed,the only thing she would have to worry about would be the taste. To be honest,knowing Mike's eating habits, I'd worry about that very much."

Were Craig here with me, I'm sure at this point I'd have seen him makinga new entry in his notebook to consider having Mike piss into Karen's mouthon a regular basis in order to have her rehydrated. I just made a mental note,wondering whether Karen was taking notice of all this. I was hoping she was.Although she looked as if she was going to go to sleep any second.

"The throat might be the biggest problem here, it's completely fucked up.If she was a regular patient, I'd advice her to stay in bed, make her selfwarm, drink lots of fluids and don't try to speak for quite a while."

I looked at him, inquiringly.

"Well, yeah, since that is out of the question, just make sure she takesenough of that water. Which, of course means Mike will have less work to do,but the antibiotics in that stuff will take care of the infection that is mostdefinitely taking place in her throat as we speak."

"Are her vocal chords alright?", asked I.

Mike was looking at the shots he made with the small camera he'd insertedinto Karen's throat. You could tell he was delighted and amused with the opportunityto use the cutting-edge technology.

"They are swollen, but she'll be fine. Ladies can take more of this thanguys, I don't think we need to worry about it."

Karen almost had no voice left after she was taken back to her cell fromthe "living room".

"The same goes for her period, everything seems to be going well there, althoughhygiene is not exactly at its historical peak in this particular case. Butthe antibiotics should take care of that as well, should any complicationsoccur."

We spoke for a while, talking about Karen in the third person, as if shewasn't there at all. I wondered how much of it made any sense to her. I wonderedwas she actually aware she was the subject of our conversation. Her awarenesswas important. The proposed two weeks of relative rest for her (a veto on rapeand harsh physical abuse at least) was probably going to make sure she regainsmost of the awareness of her surroundings and even some of the hope, perhaps.

"As for the rings…"

"Ah, I wouldn't worry about that, Kerry seems to have done a splendid job.Salty water once a day and you can forget about those. And, of course, don'tpull on them for a couple of weeks. After that, you are free to hang stufffrom those. She is going to have lots fun involving her nipples soon, hihihi."

His laughter was highly inappropriate and therefore hilarious. At least hewas cracking jokes