Collected by Djian
Jane Randolph
Chapter One
My name is Jane Randolph. The story I am about to relate is so
bizarre you may not believe it. Heavens knows, I am having trouble
believing it myself, except that I have the visible reminders that it
is true.
Twenty-nine years of age, I have been a high-school English teacher
for eight years. Still single, although Ralph Abrams and I have been
dating each other pretty steadily for the past eighteen months. I
would guess that I am considered fairly attractive with dark auburn
hair, blue eyes and a very trim figure which I catered to by working
out religiously four times a week.
My problems began when I decided to take a week's vacation in Belize
to sort through my involvement with Ralph and to rest up for the
coming school year. I had rented a small car from an agency near my
hotel and started out to explore the countryside. Since the VW bug
was not air-conditioned, I had chosen to wear a simple halter and
shorts over my bikini with a pair of open sandals. Both windows were
down and I was enjoying the wind blowing my hair back as I sped down
the back roads, searching for a deserted beach.
Forty or fifty kilometers from the hotel, I was met by a roadblock
with two men carrying automatic weapons. They were not dressed in
uniform and for an instant, I thought of not stopping. Since then, I
have wished that I hadn't but that would have eliminated this story.
I am barely conversant in Spanish and when I pulled up to a stop, one
of the men leaned into the car and said something that I didn't
understand. I shook my head to indicate that. Apparently this was
the wrong response because he angrily jerked the car door open and
motioned for me to get out. While I was doing this the other man was
talking over a hand-held radio. In less that two minutes, a jeep
carrying two more armed men arrived at the roadblock and carried on a
frenzied conversation with the man who had taken me from the car.
Through a few words that I understood and the aim of his weapon, I
gathered that they wanted me to get into the jeep. Terrified, I saw
no other alternative and reluctantly climbed into the back seat. The
two late arrivals jumped in and we tore off in the direction that I
had been heading before being stopped.
Two or three minutes later, we were heading off into the jungle,
having left the pavement for a narrow trail through the dense
underbrush. I was kept busy dodging the low hanging branches of the
trees while my two companions seemingly ignored the close calls we
made with a number of trees.
Eventually we came to a small clearing where a couple of frame huts
stood. I saw a half dozen men standing around, all carrying automatic
weapons. But the thing that disturbed me most was the sight of a
dozen women, chained to a huge wooden wheel, slowly trudging in a
circle while the wheel turned. A huge monster of a man stood nearby,
bare-chested and holding a menacing bull-whip which he cracked
occasionally as he barked out orders to the poor suffering women. The
only clothing the women wore were leather collars around their necks,
wrists and ankles, and a thin leather thong. Several of the women
bore vivid welts across their backs as they labored.
Stunned, I sat in the back of the jeep until one of the men grabbed my
arm and pulled me from the vehicle. I was roughly ushered into a
nearby building and taken into a room where a bearded man sat at a
desk, talking over a hand-held radio. I couldn't understand much of
what he said, but the words were spoken angrily. I tried to wrest
myself from the grip on my arms but it was useless. Helpless, I stood
before the bearded man's desk while we waited for him to finish his
conversation.
When he shut off the radio, one of the men from the jeep tossed him my
purse, which he proceeded to empty on top of the desk despite my
protestations. Examining my billfold, he pocketed my cash and studied
my driver's license.
"You are Jane Randolph?"
"Yes. Please! Give me back my things and take me back to my car.
You have no right to hold me here. I have done nothing wrong!"
"SHUT UP!"
Stunned, I shrank back a bit as I stared into the cruelest eyes I had
ever seen. The bearded man rose from his seat and walked around the
desk until he stood facing me, his head only inches from mine.
"You have invaded the territory of Joaquin Morales without permission.
Those that do must suffer the consequences."
"But, I don't know you! I saw no signs denying my access to the
highway. Who are you?
'I am Joaquin Morales. General Joaquin Morales. This is my
encampment. We are processing drugs for your stupid countrymen to
burn up their brains with. How do I know you are not a government
spy, sent to find my camp?
I shook my head in dismay. "General, do I look like a spy? I am
simply a schoolteacher on vacation. Now, let's take me back to my car
and forget the entire episode. I promise I'll not say another word
about this to anyone."
"You have seen my camp, now. Why do you think I am so stupid as to
let you go free after you've seen what is here? Besides, we need
additional workers to help mill the powder your people love to shove
up their nose. You appear to be in good health. Take off your
clothes and let me examine you."
"You've got to be kidding, General! I'll never submit to that! Now,
let's stop this sham and take me back to my car."
"I SAID TO TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES! Perhaps you would prefer for my men
to do it for you?"
One of the men from the jeep grabbed my halter and began to pull on
it.
"Wait! Don't tear it!" For some reason, I held out hope that I would
be released and I wanted clothes to wear when that happened. It
appeared I had little choice but to comply.
I hooked my thumbs in the waist of my shorts and pulled them down over
my hips, allowing them to fall to the floor where I stepped out of
them. I know that I was blushing profusely as I reached behind my
back to undo the clasp holding my halter. I had planned on sunning
topless and had foregone wearing the top to my bikini. Swallowing
hard, I pulled the straps from my shoulders and allowed the halter to
join my shorts at my feet. I stood holding my arms across my chest in
a futile effort to hide my nakedness.
"Everything!" Joaquin commanded. I knew that I would have to shed my
bikini bottom but the thought sent me into a state of despair.
"EVERYTHING!" the command came again and I peeled my last remaining
article of clothing off as tears streamed from my eyes. Embarrassed
and chagrined, I stood trembling before the three men as three pairs
of eyes explored every inch of my body.
"Very good! Excellent! Yes, you will do well. I will be able to
sell you for a lot of money!"
Sell me! The words went through my brain like a bolt of lightning. I
was sinking further and further into a pit of desolation from which I
saw no escape. The incongruity of my situation was overwhelming.
Just hours ago I was a happy tourist on a day's escapade and now I was
being treated like something to be sold! I began to tremble and
despite my resolve, I started to sob uncontrollably.
"Pedro! See that our new recruit is suitably outfitted for her new
responsibilities. It would be a good idea to show her the whip so
that she has a good understanding of the need to obey all orders
instantly. Her hesitancy in removing her clothes reflects a
stubbornness that we will have to overcome."
As the two men from the jeep grabbed my arms and prepared to take me
out of the room, I could hear Joaquin's voice behind me.
"The women you saw on the wheel were also stubborn at one time. Now,
we have no stubborn people here."
I was half-pulled, half-pushed into the room across the hall where
Pedro rifled through a dresser drawer and pulled out a small leather
thong that he threw at me.
"Put this on!" he ordered. I examined the tiny article and saw that
it consisted of a four-inch triangle connected at the corners by a
thin strip of leather that tied at the ends. Thankful for any type of
covering, I drew the leather strap around my waist, positioning the
triangle so that it covered my sex. I reached down between my legs
and drew the third strip of leather up between my thighs. The leather
strap parted the lips of my pussy as I pulled it up to tie in back. I
fought the strange sensation that the intruding garment created until
I had the incongruous garment in place. When I straightened up and
dropped my hands, both arms were immediately grabbed and leather bands
placed around my wrists. Buckles were pulled tightly and I saw that
the bands contained metal rings on either side of my wrists. While I
was staring at these instruments of constraint, the two men placed
similar straps around my ankles. I was now attired in the same
costume as the women I had seen in the yard outside.
I must confess that I experienced some strange sensations standing
virtually naked before the two men. While I was terrified to be sure,
I enjoyed sort of an obscene pleasure in the lustful stares my body
was provoking. Despite myself, I thrust my tits out and threw back my
shoulders, almost defiantly. Pedro stared at me and licked his lips.
Suddenly realizing my sordid attempt at seduction, he grabbed my arm
and propelled me out of the room and out of the building.
The bright sun blinded me temporarily and I was unaware of my
whereabouts as I struggled across the dusty courtyard of the
encampment in the firm grip of Pedro and his companion. The first
inclination of my predicament came when my arms were lifted over my
head and I heard snaps. Blinking, I looked up to see my wrists
fastened to the top of a tall wooden shaft. The smooth wood pressed
against my naked breasts. Beyond the post, still laboring in the
never-ending circle were the twelve women I was slated to join. Sweat
dripped from their naked bodies as they laboriously pushed the wheel
around and around. It didn't dawn on me at the moment that the
bare-chested man had left his post and taken his position behind me.
I scarcely noticed it when Pedro took my hair and brought it over my
shoulder
Whatever thoughts I had at the moment were banished when my back
exploded in a riot of pain and I surged forward against the post. My
breath left my lungs in one huge explosive gasp as the nerves in my
body screamed in protest. Before I could catch my breath, another
stroke creased my buttocks and my body surged against the unforgiving
post.
Again and again the whip found my bare back, shoulders, hips, thighs
and buttocks. I heard hideous screams and realized that they were my
own as I fought to maintain my sanity. Sweat was pouring from me now
and, mixed with the welts raised by the whip, sent agonizing messages
to my brain. By the time the whip-wielding man had stopped, I was
reduced to a whimpering, sobbing animal; hanging by my wrists and
unable to stand. Certain that the flesh had been removed from my
back, I hung in despair; my hair matted and tangled. In desperation,
I had twisted in an attempt to escape the lash and instead caught two
strokes across my breasts that sent me into a paroxysm of agony. My
bladder released and a stream of urine ran down my thighs. My world
consisted of nothing but pain and desperation.
They left me hanging there for the rest of the day. Toward evening, I
watched as six women were led to the wheel and tethered to it,
replacing six who were led off to someplace behind the building where
Joaquin's office was. With the encouragement of the whip, they began
their endless journey around the circle.
The pain in my body was replaced by a continuous ache combined with a
growing thirst. I had received nothing in the form of food or drink
since early that day and the sun, combined with the torture had left
me dehydrated. My lips were parched and my tongue did nothing to
satisfy their thirst for moisture.
As the sun was setting, the man called Pedro came and silently
released me from the post. If he had not caught me, I would have
fallen to the ground. Half carrying, half dragging me, he took me in
the direction where I had seen the six women taken who had been
released from the wheel.
Behind Joaquin's office building, was a low rising cliff with stone
jutting out beneath a grassy knoll. Carved into the stone were
individual cages, no more than three feet high with iron bars covering
the front. I could see several women peering out from behind the bars
as Pedro drew me to a vacant one. Drawing my arms behind my back, he
locked my wrists together before opening the cage door and pushing me
inside. I found myself in a sort of cave that extended into the cliff
five or six feet. The floor was covered with straw. There was
nothing else inside the small cell.
Pedro placed a small bowl of what appeared to be beans inside the cage
along with another bowl of water. Unable to use my hands, I eagerly
bent down and began to lap up the water like an animal. Tasting the
beans, however, was not as pleasant an experience. Highly seasoned,
they only increased my thirst and I abandoned them after only a few
bites.
I lay back against the straw, doing so rather tentatively, testing my
back against the floor's covering. A moan escaped my lips as I
touched the straw.
"Psssst"
I thought I heard a sound coming from nearby, but I wasn't sure.
"Pssst! New girl!"
It was! Someone was calling out to me. I crawled slowly over to the
front of the cage and tried to look out. Darkness had fallen and the
only thing I could see was a light in the building where Joaquin's
office was. I pressed my face against the bars and tried to look to
one side. The cliff curved a bit but it was impossible to see inside
any of the other cages.
"I'm here," I whispered.
"Welcome to Hell!" came the response.
"How long have you been here?"
"I lost track a long time ago. I know I've had five periods since
Joaquin's men took me. So, I guess its about four or five months."
"Is there any chance of escape?"
"No! I suggest you not try it. One of the women did and they caught
her within two hours. What they did to her was a good lesson for the
rest of us and they did it where we could all watch. I'll never try
to escape even as bad as it gets."
"What did they do?"
"Believe me, you don't want to know. Let me just say that she lived
far too long before they generously let her die."
"What do they do here? Joaquin mentioned something about making
narcotics."
"That and a bit of slave trading. You saw us on the wheel today.
Twelve hours on and twelve hours off, in two shifts of six hours each.
The wheel turns an underground pump that is used in the manufacturing
of the grade A powder Joaquin is selling. Try to stay out of the pump
room; that is the worst place to be."
"You'll be whipped occasionally for the slightest of infractions. The
problem is you never know what the rules are so they can cite you for
an infraction for any number of reasons. You'll also be fucked
whenever someone has the urge. Joaquin enjoys having one of us up to
his room occasionally for a few games of his own making. The sadistic
bastard! Leona, in the cage at the end, couldn't walk for a week
after one evening session with Joaquin. Because she couldn't walk, he
had her whipped each morning and returned to her cage. She finally in
desperation crawled out one day and allowed herself to be attached to
the wheel. How she maintained her footing that day I'll never
understand. All of us took the work of the wheel away from her so
that she only had to walk around the circle, but that must have been a
supreme effort on her part."
"What is your name?"
"Desdemona. Yours?"
"Jane. Jane Randolph."
"We don't use last names here, Jane. Anyway, you'll probably get a
new one before you leave here anyway."
"Leave here? I thought you said escape was impossible."
"I'm not talking about escape. Don't you remember I said he was also
involved in slave-trading."
I sat in stunned silence. Sold as a slave! This couldn't be
happening In the twenty-first century!
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