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JANET OF THE JUNGLE [ part 2 ] The express cargo had priority handling as it contained animals newly purchased for the first expansion of the Madrid Zoo in years. A whole new section devoted to South American animals was being funded by an unknown wealthy benefactor had been completed and was waiting for the animals contained in this shipment. Security and customs would not be rushed. If terrorist could hit the US, Spain's own Basque terrorists were equally fanatical and capable. Never mind ordinary drug smugglers. Every animal's cage would be x-rayed for hidden compartments and sniffing dogs would be allowed to check them out. They had just been unloaded from the air-conditioned cargo aircraft and into an equally air-conditioned security warehouse. Adulsio, the afternoon shift security chief was walking down the rows of metal cages and thick walled glass containers, checking off the crates numbers and contents against the shipping manifesto. His crew was readying the x-ray machine and the sniffing dogs would arrive in half an hour. Aduliso had been doing this job for twenty years and had an excellent record of discovering illegal shipments disguised inside honest ones. As he walked down the lines of animals he checked them off as he went, suddenly he stopped dead in his tracks. The cage that should have contained a drugged South American Jaguar contained the sleeping body of a tiny girl. She had lightly tanned skin and long coal black hair, a very pretty young face and lithe athletic body. But nevertheless someone had treated her very cruelly. Her eyes were rimmed with red from crying. Her ribs and hipbones were showing from being severely underfed for months probably. One hip was marked with two livid spots the other one. He had seen the shock batons wielded by the anti terrorist assault police units leave such marks. Her neck was bruised as if by having a collar wrapped around it used to drag her around. Aduliso stopped in his tracks, and for the first time in his career simply did not know what to do. In half an hour his men would start rolling the cages and crates through the huge x-ray machine and the dogs would began sniffing them for drugs. He reached in his uniform jacket pocket for the master set of keys that opened all the cages and crates. He unlocked her cage door and reaching in picked up the nude little girl in his arms and carried her down the warehouse to the small package security area. He had no idea why, or what he was planning on doing with the naked young girl. Her breath was shallow and examining her eyes, he could see she was heavily drugged. Aduliso punched the access code into the pad and the doors rolled back. Then walked in and over to a package examining table and laid her on it. Just in case she awoke from the drugs while in transit he took some fiber reinforced packaging tape and rolling her over on her back and drew her wrist up behind her back and tied her writs together by wrapping each with tape, then connecting then with more looped inside the wrist wraps. Next her bound her ankles the same way and then with some more attached the ankle and wrist bindings together, arching her unconscious body backwards. He then slipped the rubber ball he kept in his uniform pocket for exercising his grip into her mouth and wrapped some more tape around her head to keep it in place. Then picked up her tightly bound little body and carried it over to a wheeled security delivery trolley and gently lowered her in. Adulsio added its number to those being delivered to a warehouse on the outskirts of the city his nephew's toy importing firm owned. Unlocked the outer door and rolled it over with the rest for morning delivery. He then locked everything up and calmly walked back through the small package inspection area checking some of the packages and accompanying paperwork out of habit. He then very satisfied with this afternoons work logged himself out of the area and back into the main warehouse. And walked right into bedlam. Two heavily armed swat team members grabbed him and dragged his protesting body along one wall all the way back to the main offices in the front and shoved him inside. "Aduliso; we are so very glad to see you alive and all in one piece" The Madrid Airport supervisor said walking up and grabbing both of his shoulders. "When your staff found the Jaguars cage empty and you gone, feared the worst" He continued. "They called me and I ordered out the heavy weapons to find you" "I was just walking down the rows of crates as my crew prepared the x-ray machine as we always do, and thought, we are getting into a rut. And thieves or terrorists might be able to use it against us" He lied, Aduliso always able to think quickly in a pressure situation. "So I decided to check out the small parcel area that is usually empty until nine am tomorrow. Just to shake any one watching us up" "Aduliso, you are always thinking outside the box". His Superior beamed." That is why I have strongly recommended you succeed me when I retire early next month" Aduliso was very surprised at this revelation and everyone congratulated him as they shook hands all around. But after checking the warehouse thoroughly, the police left and after congratulating him on both his future promotion and escaping the missing voracious jaguar, his boss also left. Which left them only half the shift to get all the work of inspecting the animal crates completed.
His new house pet It was almost midnight before Aduliso arrived home. He was a bachelor and still lived in the great old stone farmhouse he had been born in. Now it was just outside the city limits on a few wooded hilly acres of its own. A developer had paid him quite a lot for the poor farmland beyond it his family had tried and failed to raise worthwhile crops on for generations. Aduliso's sexual predilections had up to now been satisfied by prostitutes who were paid well to take the abuse he needed to dish out on a females body before he could get an erection. But now he had a female of his own to do with, as he wanted. No one ever came here and the walls were thick enough to prevent the sounds of her screams from escaping. And if he got carried away, well the old dried up well was still in the barn. He spent the night cleaning out his old bedroom in the second floor he had not used in years. The windows were thick solid glass blocks, as his parents had wanted privacy for themselves and their children in their bedrooms. And all the windows had the usual Spanish black iron bars covered all the windows outside. The door was a solid slab of thick hardwood and the interior bare whitewashed walls and ceiling. He dragged in a spare mattress for her to sleep on and in a corner near the window, a covered plastic wash pail for bodily waste. Then took old chains that had once been used to restrain his fathers bull in his stall in the stone barn outback and with a sledge hammer secured them to the wooden floor with great iron spikes were one of the main support beams ran under it. And added a pair of metal horse hobble shackles to their other ends. Locked tight with new pad locks around the girls limbs would secure her spread tight. On nails hammered into the wall beyond the reach of her chains he hung whips left over from the farming days when animals were used to plow the fields and move goods. Horse and dog chains, leather harnesses and even the iron basket on a stand his father had used to fill with hot coals for branding his cattle, along with the irons and tongs from the long disused fireplace in the living room. He had new uses for them all now. Tomorrow he would bring her to his ancestral home. She would never leave. He was up early and three espressos have just kept him from yawning as he sat in his car just up the street from were his new pet was about to be delivered into his hands. Aduliso walked into the office of his nephew's Toy importing firm just after he saw the postal delivery van drive off. "Uncle, what an unexpected surprise" His nephew lied. The technically brilliant young man had been sent by the family holding company to university to learn what he had always wanted to be, a historian and archeologist. But after only one expedition to South America, he had quite everything he had worked so long for and they had paid so much for. The family, not knowing what to do with him now, dumped him into the job of overseeing the family holding companies newly acquired toy importing company. He even lived in one of the disused offices "I'll Bet" Aduliso replied. "Nephew, your firm imports thousands of items a year. All of them passing through the customs inspection warehouse I am about to be put in charge off" He informed his overeducated for this job nephew. "And I cannot be seen favoring anyone" He glowered. "Therefore I am going to hold a snap inspection of the sealed containers we just delivered to you" Aduliso informed him. Bending forward and putting his hands on the nephew's paper cluttered desk. "You do not mind, do you"? "No uncle, I do not suppose I could stop the new Customs inspection supervisor. And board member of the family holding company that both paid for my education and when I screwed that up this job" He replied. Aduliso then followed his nephew out of his office and through the busy warehouse to the secure receiving area. He then informed the two staff he was holding a snap inspection and escorted them out. He then opened the outer overhead door of the receiving bay and backed his car into the enclosed loading dock. Then began opening the still sealed wheeled postal delivery hampers one at a time. But she was not there. He searched the entire area and then checked the numbers of the wheeled hampers and they were all there. Puzzled as to what happened to his pet, Aduliso summoned the staff back in and questioned them closely on their actions when the postal delivery vehicle was unloaded. But nothing was amiss. Theirs were the only items on the truck and it had arrived right from the customs warehouse. But when the driver had told them of the escaped leopard, they grew wary and that is why the shipping carts were still sealed. Aduliso could not inquire further about the delivery without revealing why and discouraged, just went home. He stormed into the house he had once been so fiercely attached to but just sat forlornly looking at the room he had planned to keep the girl in as he enjoyed using her body for his pleasure. So discouraged he phoned up his nephew and turned the old house over to him.
Revelations Much later that night a clapped out old delivery van coughed its way up the road to the darkened old farmhouse. In the dim light of the moon a man carried bags, bundles and baskets into the house and a few moments later a few lights went on, and smoke drifted up from the chimney. Carl sat on the side of the bed in the master bedroom and holding the head of the long black haired abused girl up, poured some warm broth down the girl's throat. She coughed a bit, her eyes drifted open and a thin smile crept across her swollen lips. "Thank you" She whispered and drifted off to sleep in his arms. |