The Courier
Copyright 2008 by EC
EC's Erotic Art & Fiction - http://www.ecgraphicarts.com/

(warnings: erotic discipline, sex between adults, medical fetish, 
public nudity, harsh police interrogation)


Chapter 2  The Interrogation Room

The four Danubian police officers hustled their captive through a 
locked door and into a small hallway.  The cops and the prisoner 
then descended down a long flight of stairs to the terminal 
buildings basement, turned a corner and entered a large room.  
It was in this room where Maria Elena would have her initial 
interrogation.  It also was where she was destined to make 
several critical mistakes that would make her legal situation 
considerably worse.  As the group entered the room the drug dog 
continued to bark happily, knowing that he had a couple more 
pieces of beef jerky coming his way before he had to go back to 
work.  

The interrogation room was a large, windowless space with a row 
of chairs lined up along the back wall.  To the right side of the 
entrance there was a white backdrop and a camera mounted on a 
tripod, which Maria Elena correctly assumed was used to take 
mugshots.  Next to the photography backdrop there was another 
camera on a tripod and a video camera.  To her left were shelves 
full of medical supplies and drug testing kits.  Also in the room 
were an examination table and a gynecological chair.  Both the 
examination table and the gynecological chair had straps and 
cuffs that could be used to immobilize uncooperative prisoners. 
Maria Elena saw two enema bottles hanging from special stands.  
She noticed that one of the bottles was full.

The room also boasted more sinister-looking items.  Several 
cruel-looking police switches hung on the wall near the enema 
bottles.  There was an electric cattle prod plugged into a 
charger.  There were several leather harnesses and restraints 
hanging on the wall, as well as metal bars with cuffs designed to 
force apart a prisoners arms or legs.  Several additional sets 
of cuffs hung from chains attached to the ceiling.

There was more.  In the center of the room was a medical cart 
loaded with yet more restraints and punishment implements such as 
paddles, a riding crop, and a cane.  There were examination 
implements and a couple of flashlights.  Also on the cart were 
lubricating gel, a vibrator, and a dildo.

Several more police officers and airport officials entered the 
room, along with three men and a woman in doctors smocks.  The 
man leading the medical group was a lecherous-looking old man, 
but what was more unsettling was the cruel, hungry expression on 
the face of the woman.

Maria Elena was so terrified that she was unable to think 
straight.  In spite of the hopelessness of her situation, her 
instincts told her to do what she could to deceive the Danubians 
and hide the criminals for whom she was working.  She had been 
instructed that if she was caught, under no circumstances was she 
to reveal the identities of her handlers or the owners of the 
cocaine she was carrying.  She was to offer no cooperation to the 
police, unless she wanted to be killed in prison.  

The medical staff took up their positions near the examination 
table, while most of the other officials sat down along the wall.  
The cops uncuffed Maria Elena, but then the dog handlers partner 
stepped back and again pointed her gun directly at the prisoners 
head.  

A stern-looking middle-aged man in an immaculate dark suit 
approached the prisoner along with a cop holding a cloth bag.  
The man in the suit addressed her in English.

You will undress.  You will remove all your clothing piece by 
piece and hand each item to my assistant.

II no understandI no speak EnglishI

The man tightened his lips.  Do you understand naked, or 
nude?

Maria Elena gave a terrified nod.  To emphasize his point the man 
reached forward and undid a button on the prisoners blouse.  He 
spoke in a very slow, deliberate tone, making sure that even if 
the Colombian did not understand his words, his meaning would be 
quite clear to her.

Excellent.  So you do understand.  You are now a prisoner, and 
in this country prisoners are always naked.  Now, you will take 
off your clothing and you will put it in the bag.  The man 
pointed at the bag; and if you dont, I will order my officer 
to shoot you. 

He pointed at the female officer, who responded by cocking her 
revolver.

Now, do you understand me?

Maria Elena began trembling violently, her knees shaking so badly 
that she barely could stand up.  She struggled to catch her 
breath, but managed to nod.  With unsteady hands she fumbled with 
the buttons on her blouse.  The cop with the bag opened it 
slightly, letting her know that she did indeed comprehend what 
the Danubians wanted from herthat she was expected to surrender 
her clothing.

She took off her blouse and sweatshirt together and reluctantly 
handed them over to the cop with the bag.  As he pushed them out 
of sight she began unbuckling the belt on her mini-skirt.  She 
handed over the belt and very reluctantly unzipped the side of 
her skirt.  She forced herself to let go and the skirt fell at 
her feet with a slight clump.  She stepped out of the skirt and 
passed it to the cop.  Now she was naked except for her bra, 
panties, and shoes.  The shoes were next, followed by her bra.  

The prisoner covered her breasts and started crying, unable to 
proceed any further.  With a disgusted sigh the man in the suit 
reached forward to jerk her panties to her knees.  Maria Elena 
let out an anguished cry, immediately trying to cover herself.  
Finally the man in the suit had enough.  He pulled out his own 
service revolver and pointed it at the captive.

If you do not want to die in this room, you will step out of 
those panties, you will pick them up, and you will put them in 
the bag.

With two loaded guns pointed at their prisoner, the Danubians 
overcame the language barrier and established their will over the 
terrified Latin American.  She did as she was told, stepping out 
of the fallen panties, picking them up, and handing them to the 
cop.  Maria Elena still was wearing various rings, earrings, and 
a couple of necklaces, which she had to take off as well.  Once 
those items were off her body, she finally was in compliance with 
Danubian law.  As a criminal she would not be allowed to have 
anything covering her body; neither jewelry nor clothing.

Normally the next step would be to have her pose for her 
mugshots, which in the Danubian Republic comprised not only 
photographs of the criminals face taken from various angles, but 
also detailed photos of the criminals uncovered body taken from 
various directions and positions.  

However, the supervisor decided to wait on the mugshots.  He knew 
that the prisoner was in such shock and terror that getting her 
to pose correctly would take all afternoon, even if he continued 
to threaten to shoot her.  However, he had a more important 
reason for waiting on the mugshots.  Under Danubian law, once a 
detainee is photographed she also is immediately assigned a 
prisoner number, which formalizes her arrest.  From the moment a 
person is formally arrested, the Danubian penal code establishes 
limited rights, which include some restrictions on the way she 
can be treated under interrogation.  If Maria Elena was not yet 
formally arrested, she did not yet have any legal protection and 
the interrogation team could do with her as they saw fit.  She 
would be interrogated first, and only later would she pose for 
the mugshots and receive her prisoner number.

Instead, the man in the suit ordered the female cop to put away 
her revolver and handcuff Maria Elenas hands behind her back.  
Her modesty now would make no difference, because she was 
completely unable to cover herself.  The female cop again kicked 
her in the backs of her knees to force her to return to a 
kneeling position.

Now, properly naked and kneeling with her hands cuffed behind her 
back, trembling with terror and humiliation, and with tears 
running down her cheeks, Maria Elena Rodriguez-Torres was ready 
to face interrogation by the officers of the Airport Division of 
the National Police of the Republic of Danubia.  The man in the 
suit picked up a leather switch and tapped the tip against the 
prisoners right breast.

Do you understand why you are in our custody, young lady?

PleaseII dont know nothinItouristI

In his had he held the five pellets and held them out in front of 
her. 

Oh really?  You dont know what these are?

NoI dont knowI

So, these were in your pocketbut you dont know what they are?

II dont knowIpleaseno English

The man in the suit smiled slightly.

I believe that weve established that you can understand English 
when you need to.  So lets try this again he held out the five 
pellets.  DOYOUKNOWWHATTHESEARE?

Maria Elena started crying.  cocaina she mumbled.

Very good.  Smart girl.  Cocaina.  Now, 
whydidyouhaveCOCAINAinyourpocket?

Idont knowI just touristI no have cocaina

The Danubians looked at each other in disgust.  It was obvious 
that Maria Elena was lying.  Of course she knew about the cocaine 
she was carrying.  What the young criminal did not realize at the 
time was that she was violating a fundamental rule of the society 
that was holding her captive, that lying under any circumstances 
is not tolerated, and certainly not to a public official.  She 
was dishonoring herself with her lies, and the Danubians consider 
that a person who is dishonored is a grave danger to everyone 
around her.  Everyone in that room agreed that the young 
criminals spirit would have to be broken, that she would have to 
tell the truth before the interrogation ended.

Both the leader of the interrogation group and the chief doctor 
knew that it was highly unlikely that Maria Elena was only 
carrying five pellets.  That didnt make any sense, because 
couriers usually carry around 100.  Now that she was naked, the 
officials could see that her stomach was bloated.  They realized 
that the distressed look on her face not only came from the shock 
of being arrested and stripped, but also from physical 
discomfort.  The answer was obvious; the rest of the cocaine was 
still inside her body.

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The interrogation team had several options at this point.  The 
crudest and quickest way would have been for the chief 
investigator to simply point his gun at Maria Elena and tell her 
that if she did not start talking, he would indeed blow her 
brains out.  However, he figured that he had pushed that option 
far enough as it was, because in truth he had no intention of 
shooting her and did not want to risk her calling his bluff.

The interrogators knew that the proper option would have been for 
them to call the Ministry of Justice and have a Spokesperson-for-
the-Criminal come over to the airport.  In the Danubian justice 
system Spokespersons were placed in charge of all criminal 
detainees and acted as a combination of defense attorney, 
counselor, and parole officer.  Upon being officially arrested a 
detainee was officially assigned to a Spokesperson, who assumed 
formal custody for the duration of that persons sentence.

The airport cops knew that the person they needed to contact was 
Spokeswoman Kimberly Lee-Dolkivna, a naturalized Danubian citizen 
and the one person within the Ministry of Justice considered a 
specialist in dealing with foreigners.  Calling Spokeswoman 
Lee-Dolkivna would have been especially appropriate in the case 
of Maria Elena, because it was likely that she knew someone who 
spoke Spanish and thus could arrange for a proper interview in 
the detainees native language.  

However, no one in the room seriously considered calling 
Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna any sooner than was necessary.  The male 
cops were looking forward to having the attractive naked young 
woman at their mercy for several hours, while the senior 
officials figured they could handle Maria Elena better than any 
Spokesperson, regardless of the fact that none of them spoke 
Spanish.  

The leader of the interrogation team had another reason for not 
calling the Spokeswoman any sooner than necessary.  Given that 
Maria Elena had already shown herself willing to lie, he decided 
to get her to formally perjure herself.  He would make her 
declare that she had no more cocaine on her, and then, in front 
of cameras and multiple witnesses, force her to expel the 
remaining pellets.  If he could get that on film, there was no 
way that Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna could refute the perjury charge 
during trial.  Holding out the pellets he again asked:

Howmanyofthesedoyouhave?  The numberhowmany?

Icincoffiveno more

No cocaineinyourclothes?  He tugged at his jacket to make 
sure she understood.

No clothno cocaina

The man patted his stomach and glanced at the video camera to 
make sure it was turned on.

Doyouhavecocaineinyourstomach?

Maria Elena paused.  Even as she was speaking she knew that she 
was giving the wrong answer, an answer sure to make her situation 
worse.

NoI no cocaine in stomach

No cocaine in stomach?  Are you sure?

No cocaine in stomach.

The man then addressed the medical team in Danubian.  They were 
standing by, ready with a vial of a foul smelling chemical that 
would make a person retch upon sniffing it.  The two attendants 
immediately approached Maria Elena and grabbed her arms.  The 
female grabbed her hair to immobilize her head.  The old 
lecherous doctor then walked up to the detainee and waved the 
vial under her nose.

The chemicals effect on the captive was immediate.  She gagged 
instantly, leaning forward and giving a tremendous heave that 
expelled the 18 pellets she had swallowed only an hour before.  
The man in the suit snapped his fingers at the cameraman to 
direct him to focus in on the cocaine now lying on the floor.  
The doctor continued to wave the vial under the girls nose.  She 
tried desperately tried to resist breathing, but within a few 
seconds another whiff of that horrible concoction caused her to 
vomit yet again.  Maria Elena was convinced that her stomach was 
turning itself inside out as she threw up several more times, 
leaving a total of about 40 pellets on the floor.  The cops 
smiled coldly.  Now they had her on the perjury charge.  There 
was no refuting that fact, it was on videotape.

While the female medical assistant held Maria Elenas hair, the 
man in the suit slapped her hard across the face.

No cocaine in stomach?  ISNT THAT WHAT YOU SAID?  No cocaine in 
stomach?  Then whats THIS?

He picked up one of the newly expelled pellets and held it in 
front of the mortified prisoner.  He threw it onto the floor and 
then he addressed the others in the room in Danubian.

Clean her up.  Give her some water and make sure she can stand.  
When shes ready, put her in the leg spreader and we shall 
continue.

The old doctor spoke next.

Do you want her to have a rectal exam, Inspector?

Yes, Doctor.  Most definitely I want her to have a rectal exam.  
I suspect well find the rest of the drugs when you conduct the 
exam.  He turned to the cameraman.  And make sure that exam is 
properly filmed.

Yes, Inspector.

Maria Elenas bath was the next part of her ordeal.  She would 
be bathed alright, by two male cops who would fondle every part 
of her body while they soaped her.  The cops uncuffed her, only 
to restrain her wrists from two cuffs hanging from the ceiling.  
The cuffs were about a meter apart, forcing the captive to stand 
with her arms spread.  The cops sprayed her face and body with 
cold water before thoroughly covering her with soap.  They 
sensuously ran their hands up and down her body, concentrating, 
of course, on her breasts, her bottom, and the sensitive area 
between her legs.  Another dose of cold spray cleaned off the 
soap, but the cops were not done with her.  One of them held a 
toothbrush to her face and told her in Danubian to open her 
mouth.  Tears ran down Maria Elenas face while she faced the 
humiliation of having her teeth brushed by the cop in that 
crowded room.  When finished the cop forced her to open her mouth 
and sprayed cold water inside.

The cops dried off the young woman, fondled her a bit more, and 
finally let her down.  Before the bath Maria Elena seemed close 
to fainting, but the cold water had revived her.  She now was 
ready for the leg spreader and the rectal exam.

The leg spreader was a relatively simple device, metal bar with 
U-shaped pieces facing outward on both sides and leather cuffs in 
the middle.  Facing away from the row of chairs, the prisoner was 
forced to stand with her legs spread while the cops placed the 
restraint between her thighs underneath.  She then was forced to 
bend over so her hands could be cuffed.  Once the buckles where 
tightened around her wrists, she was unable to move.  Her legs 
were spread widely and her bottom and vagina were lewdly 
displayed to everyone standing behind her.  The doctor walked up 
behind the prisoner and lovingly stroked her tightly stretched 
bottom before putting on a pair of medical gloves.  The cop with 
the camera began snapping pictures while everyone else took a 
seat to enjoy the spectacle.

The doctor lubricated his index finger and unceremoniously shoved 
it up Maria Elenas bottom.  She winced upon feeling the pressure 
in her intestines.  With his free hand the doctor spread the 
young womans bottom-hole.  Then he pulled out a grape-sized 
oval, identical to the ones that she had just thrown up.  He held 
it up for the benefit of the spectators and the camera, before 
holding it to the prisoners nose, forcing her to smell the odor 
of her own abused intestines.  The camera continued to click as 
Maria Elena let out an anguished sob.  The humiliation she was 
enduring was overwhelming, but there was still much worse to 
come.

The doctor dug out two additional pellets in front of nearly 20 
witnesses, but then asked for a small pair of tongs to reach in 
and extract more of the pellets.  Time and again Maria Elena felt 
the tongs slide into her bottom, only to slide out with yet 
another portion of the cocaine she was carrying.  The doctor then 
pushed in a small speculum and shined a flashlight into her anus, 
before issuing an order in Danubian to one of the male 
assistants.  The younger man immediately brought over the full 
enema bottle and a large metal bowl.  The doctor removed the 
speculum, and then, moving in front of his captive so she could 
see what he was doing, lubricated the tip of the enema nozzle.  
Yes, in front of all those men, Maria Elena would be administered 
an enema.

Clickclickclickthe camera continued documenting the young 
womans ongoing torment as the doctor slowly, very slowly, 
inserted the enema tube.  He waited for what seemed an eternity 
before releasing the water.  

Maria Elena felt an overwhelming need to go to the bathroom the 
instant he unlatched the clip holding the tube shut.  Her 
intestines ached as the warm water expanded in her guts and 
dislodged the remaining pellets.  She would be spared nothing.  
She would pay for her lie many times over.  She would be totally 
broken before any Spokesperson got a chance to talk to her.  From 
her there would be no criminal code of silence; before she left 
that room she would confess and give up everything she knew about 
her handlers.  

The female cop once again pointed her revolver at Maria Elenas 
head while the doctor removed the enema tube and unbuckled her 
wrists from the leg spreader.  The device dropped to the floor 
with a loud clang as the prisoner put her hands over her stomach 
and gasped with pain.  She was desperate to make it to the 
bathroom, but the Danubians were not about to allow her even that 
tiny shred of dignity.  Two cops grabbed the young womans wrists 
and forced her to squat over the large bowl.  A spasm of pain 
finally forced her to give up.  She released the contents of her 
intestines in full view of her spectators, filling the bowl with 
noxious brown liquid punctuated with yet more pellets.  As her 
bowels expelled the last of the enema and the final pellets she 
had concealed in her intestines, the man in the suit stood in 
front of her watching, his arms crossed and his lips tightened.  
The photographer continued to take pictures non-stop, documenting 
the couriers on-going torment.  

Once she was finished, the two cops lifted Maria Elena and stood 
her before the man in the suit.  He lifted her chin and moved his 
face just a few centimeters in front of hers.  Using a tone of 
suppressed rage, he spoke to her.  She did not understand much of 
his English, but she understood very clearly the emotion in his 
voice:

No cocaina in stomach.  Those were the words you used, 
dishonored liar.  Your own words have condemned you.

Deeply offended that she had lied to him, a public official, he 
was tempted to hit her across the face yet again, but resisted 
that urge.  Instead he snapped his fingers and pointed at the 
hose lying on the floor.  The two cops holding her arms guided 
her to the cuffs hanging from the ceiling for a second hosing 
with cold water.  They paid special attention to the girls sore 
bottom-hole, rubbing it with soap and massaging the opening with 
their fingertips before rinsing.  Maria Elena sobbed with despair 
as she hung helplessly and the frigid spray cleaned off the last 
remnants of the soap.

For a second time, the two male cops dried her body with towels 
and fondled her.  Meanwhile, the man in the suit looked over the 
collection of pellets now laid out on a metal hospital tray.  He 
consulted with the doctor, who seemed satisfied they had managed 
to remove all of the drugs from their prisoner.  A full kilo of 
cocaine, which had been destined for a nightclub in Hamburg, now 
had been taken off the street.

The two cops cuffed the prisoners hands behind her back and led 
her to the doctor.  The old man showed her the tray of pellets.  
He said nothing.  He just stood in front of the young Colombian, 
silently holding the tray and enjoying her terrified expression.  
She was trembling and her bare breasts were jiggling slightly.  
He reached forward and gently traced one of her nipples, 
terrifying the poor girl even more.  Good.  The whole idea was to 
break her before she had to be turned over to a Spokesperson.

The two cops put Maria Elena back into the leg spreader, leaving 
her bent over, helpless, and lewdly exposed.  Several cops stood 
around the prisoner, patting her bottom and admiring her figure, 
while they waited for their boss to issue another command.  The 
inspector picked up a paddle from the table and held it up for 
the benefit of his subordinates and the horrified naked captive.  
He turned to the youngest cop in the room, a recent graduate of 
the National Police Academy.

Officer Volkchiatk!

Yes, Inspector!

Have you ever had the opportunity to use one of these?  It is 
called a paddle.  It is a punishment implement used by the 
Americans.

No, Inspector, Ive only seen them.  Ive never had the chance 
to use one on a criminal.

Well, Officer, well need to change that, now wont we?  Would 
you like to try it on our little Colombian friend here?

Yes, Inspector!

Very well then.  I am giving you the honor, Officer.  

Thank you, Inspector!

With that the director handed the cruel-looking implement over to 
his subordinate, who tapped it against his palm to test how it 
felt.  

Using a paddle was a new experience for the cop, because paddles 
only recently had been introduced in Danubia as an alternative to 
traditional leather switches.  The advantage of using a paddle 
was that the American implement was less dangerous and required 
considerably less training than a police switch.  As a result, 
paddles were beginning to show up in schools and interrogation 
rooms around the Danubian Republic, although it remained doubtful 
they ever would replace switches during formal judicial 
punishments.

Maria Elena gasped in horror and disbelief as the young cop 
showed her the paddle, then moved behind her and began teasing 
her with it, gently rubbing her vulnerable bottom with the 
implement and tapping her with the end.  She desperately 
struggled to stand up, but the cuffs held tight and she could 
barely move, let alone escape.  

The officer smiled coldly, tapped the paddle against her left 
bottom-cheek one final time, and struck hard with a cruel blow.  
A loud POP and an anguished cry of pain announced the beginning 
of what would be a long and very painful afternoon for the 
captured courier.

POPPOPPOPPOPPOP

Slowly and methodically the cop struck his victim, on the left 
side, then on the right side, then across both agonized bottom-
cheeks.  Like all cops in the Danubian Republic, the young man 
had received formal training in administering physical discipline 
and had been certified to use a police switch to flog criminals.  
However, he had never used a paddle and was thoroughly enjoying 
the new experience.  The loud pops and the evenly spreading 
reddish marks on the girls bottom fascinated him.  He had no 
desire to stop anytime soon.  Quite to the contrary, he was 
hoping to prove himself to the others in the room by completely 
breaking any hint of resistance from the young Colombian.  He was 
determined that by the time he was finished with her, she would 
be so terrified that she would be completely compliant with 
anything his boss told her to do.

AIEEEEE!!!!  Nonopor favorpiedadno 
masAIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!...por-fapor favortenga piedad

Maria Elenas anguished cries and desperate pleas in Spanish 
filled the room as the paddle continued to belabor her tormented 
backside.  The only pause came when she pitched forward and 
started to fall, but fortunately the cops partner was standing 
next to the detainee, fully anticipating that she might lose her 
balance.  The police woman caught the prisoner before she hit the 
floor, but then brutally grabbed her hair and righted her.  She 
held on tight to Maria Elenas hair while her partner struck hard 
with a series of particularly vicious swats.

Maria Elena continued to scream for piedad.  However from the 
Danubians there would be no piedad for a proven drug trafficker 
and perjurer.  A woman as disgusting and dishonored as this Latin 
American deserved no pity whatsoever.  The cop did not quit 
paddling Maria Elena until he was convinced that just a few more 
swats would break her skin.  Her bottom was painfully swollen and 
deep red in color.  He could tell that she was very weak.  Were 
it not for his partner holding her up by viciously gripping her 
hair, she would have fallen onto her face a long time ago.  The 
cop handed the paddle to one of his fellow officers and asked for 
one of the leather switches hanging on the wall.  With the new 
implement he viciously struck the detainee across her shoulders 
and was rewarded with an ear-piercing scream.  As soon as the 
scream died down he struck hard again.  He waited for her second 
scream to die down, before addressing his boss in Danubian.

Inspector, I believe shes ready.  Should we release her?

As you see fit, Officer.  If you feel she is ready, then release 
her and we shall see if your assessment of the prisoners 
condition is accurate.

As his partner continued to pull hard on the couriers hair, the 
young cop unbuckled the cuffs holding Maria Elenas hands.  Once 
again the leg spreader fell to the ground with a loud clank.  The 
two cops grabbed the sobbing prisoners arms and led her to the 
man in the suit.  The female kicked the naked Colombian in the 
backs of the knees to force her to kneel.

Now the Danubians would have to test whether or not Maria Elena 
needed any further punishment.  With taps of the switch the young 
cop directed her to kneel forward and put her elbows on the 
ground.  Maria Elena did as she was directed and did not resist.  
She remained in that position, sobbing, for several long minutes 
before the Inspector spoke to her.

The cocainewho does it belong to?  Who is the owner of the 
cocaine?  What is the namethe namethe identityof the person 
you planned to give it to?

Officer Volkchiatk touched the switch to the young womans back, 
letting her know the consequences of not answering.

At that moment Maria Elena wanted only one thing in life.  She 
wanted the whipping to stop.  She wanted the pain and the 
humiliation to stop.  It was at that point she realized that she 
needed to give up.  Whatever her handler had threatened to do to 
her, and whatever her organization was capable of doing, no 
longer had any relevance in her life.  Everything that she had 
wanted and hoped for prior to getting on Flight 2298 had ended, 
and none of it was ever going to come back.  Her life, her body, 
and her future now belonged to the Danubians, cruel men in 
uniform who had proven themselves every bit as ruthless as any 
drug trafficker. 

She let out a final sob, and gave her answer.

Alex Mejia-Silva.  Se llama Alex Mejia-Silva.

Alex Mejia-Silva in Frankfurt, or Alex Mejia-Silva in Panama?

Alex Mejia en Panama. 

What about Frankfurt?  Germany?  I want the name in Frankfurt.

No conozco el hombre en Alemania, pero me dijieron que se llama 
el Flaco.  El Flaco me iba a llamar.

The Danubians recorded Maria Elenas answers, knowing that they 
could follow up the information once they found someone who could 
translate her Spanish into Danubian.  The inspector knew that it 
was highly unlikely that a mere one-kilo courier had much 
information that would be of any use to the Danubian National 
Police, but to him that really didnt matter.  What mattered was 
that Maria Elena was willing to do what she was told, willing to 
talk, and willing to give up whatever names she knew.  

The inspector nodded approvingly at his subordinate.  The young 
officer had passed his first real-life test interrogating a 
detainee.

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For the next half hour the Inspector questioned Maria Elena about 
her drug trafficking group, her initial trip from Colombia to 
Panama, her plans once she got to Germany, where she got her 
passport and forged visa, and, above all, names and addresses.  
He understood very little of what she was saying, but her voice 
was being recorded and whatever information was lacking could be 
supplemented once a Spanish-speaker was located.  The names would 
be turned over to the INTERPOL, although the Inspector knew, 
through experience, that it was unlikely anything would happen to 
anyone else in Maria Elenas trafficking group.  They had lost a 
kilo and a courier, no big deal.  Maria Elenas life would be 
forever changed, but of course, to her trafficking group she was 
expendable.

Not that the Inspector or anyone else in the room had any 
sympathy for Maria Elena.  To the Danubians, the poverty and 
personal situation that led her to the desperate decision to risk 
her life for 15,000 Euros and a fake visa were irrelevant.  The 
fact that she had no intention of taking the cocaine to Danubia 
and only had landed there by accident was irrelevant.  To the 
officials in that basement she was a drug trafficker, a liar, a 
perjurer, and a person who had violated the sanctity of her body 
by using it to smuggle cocaine.  Because she was so thoroughly 
dishonored, she had no rights and deserved no mercy.

Throughout the interrogation Maria Elena remained on her elbows 
and knees, her muscles cramping and her bottom aching, her 
stomach still in pain from the forced vomiting and her intestines 
still sore from the pellets and the enema that finally forced her 
to expel them.  Between her answers, she sobbed from despair, 
fright, and discomfort.  However, above all she was sobbing from 
the utter humiliation she was experiencing, from her exposure and 
all the fondling she had endured.

The interrogation team let her stand up and gave her a short 
respite.  One of the doctors assistants handed her a glass of 
water, which she drank greedily.  She was dehydrated, but had not 
realized it until she had the chance to drink.  Next she was 
ordered to sit down and given a glass of blackberry punch, which 
further restored her senses and made her feel considerably 
better.  The pallor in her skin and her sick expression faded 
after a few minutes.  She now was ready for the next part of her 
ordeal.  The Danubians had something far more degrading planned 
for her.  Before she posed for her mugshots and received her 
criminal number, she faced a final humiliation, one that served 
no other purpose than to provide her tormentors with 
entertainment.

The Inspector nodded at the old doctor, who pointed at the 
gynecological chair and snapped his fingers at his two male 
assistants.  Immediately the medical assistants grabbed Maria 
Elena, lifted her up, and forced her into the examination chair.  
Before she realized what was happening, they tightly buckled her 
ankles and wrists.  The assistants spread the leg supports and 
locked them open, leaving her immobilized and thoroughly exposed.  

She gasped with despair, terrified that the cops were planning to 
gang-rape her.  The cops knew that was what she was thinking, but 
what they had in mind was not something as simple as rape.  They 
wanted to further humiliate her, but were not about to dishonor 
their own bodies in doing so.  Instead they planned to insult her 
in the worst way a woman could be insulted in Danubia.  

The female medical assistant approached the terrified Colombian.  
Using a stethoscope she listened to the criminals pounding heart 
and nervous breathing, then held her wrist and measured her very 
rapid pulse.  Then she began stroking the young womans limbs, 
checking the joints and making sure her bones were not broken.  
She began stroking the girls skin, making sure her skin was 
healthy and had no injuries or lumps.  From there she moved to 
Maria Elenas breasts, examining them for lumps or other 
imperfections.  Maria Elenas nipples hardened slightly, and 
hardened even more when the medical assistant gently began 
stroking them with her fingertips.  The assistant turned her 
attention to the couriers face, gently stroking her cheeks and 
making sure her temperature was normal.

You pretty girl.  So prettyHmmmm...

Maria Elenas body began reacting to the soft touches and gentle 
speech of her examiner.  The Danubian woman coldly observed her 
subjects reactions, astutely gauging what was working and what 
wasnt.  As she gently stroked Maria Elenas neck and shoulders, 
again she spoke to her in a soft, comforting tone of voice.

Nice girlpretty girlhmmmmso lovely

Maria Elena had no clue what was going on.  She was relieved that 
for the moment she was not being beaten, she was not being 
questioned, and she was not being raped.  None of those horrid 
men were touching her.  Instead she was being caressed by another 
female who seemed to have no ill intent towards her.  
Involuntarily she was relaxing, her body slowly surrendering to 
the touches of that Danubian woman in the white doctors smock.

The woman gently ran her fingers along Maria Elenas stomach, 
before returning to her breasts and shoulders.  

You poor girlI no hurt you

Maria Elena gasped and began to let down her guard.  The first 
hint of erotic excitement swept through her body.  The Danubian 
gently began stroking the insides of her legs.  She then moved 
close to the subjects face and with a gentle, reassuring tone of 
voice commented:

I need see youbut I no hurt you.  You be good girl for me?  You 
please be good girl?

YesI be goodI

The Danubian woman gently stroked Maria Elenas cheek, gave her 
an almost sad look, and diverted her attention to the couriers 
very exposed vulva.

She put on a medical glove on her right hand, then with her left 
hand continued to stroke her subjects thighs and stomach.  
Expertly she touched the hapless foreigner, having figured out 
the vulnerabilities of the girls body and what touches were most 
effective for arousing her.  She lubricated her gloved hand, and 
gently began stroking Maria Elenas vulnerable labia.  She teased 
and barely brushed that secret area, making her victim want to be 
touched all that much more.  Gradually Maria Elenas awareness of 
her surroundings and her situation began to fade, as her 
attention focused more and more on the pleasurable sensations 
that her body was experiencing.

You good girl?  You kiss my cheek?

Maria Elena complied, kissing the cheek of her tormentor.  She 
now was under the other womans control, wanting nothing more 
than to experience the sexual gratification that was to be her 
reward for pleasing that Danubian.  

The male cops observing what was going on smiled at each other at 
the sight of their captive debasing herself so blatantly.  The 
medical assistant was coming through for them once again.  The 
womans specialty was humiliating female captives by bringing 
them to orgasm in the interrogation room and she was an expert in 
what she was doing.  She had tormented and debased dozens of 
female detainees, Danubian and foreign alike.  She knew the 
vulnerabilities of the female body, and was skilled at 
determining the individual weaknesses of a woman with just a few 
words and gentle strokes of her fingers.  Even Danubian women, 
who were well aware of her true intentions, found it hard to 
resist her touches and caresses.  Foreign women, who were mostly 
unaware that to be sexually touched by another person of the same 
sex was a supreme insult in Danubian society, almost always fell 
victim to having a forced orgasm in the interrogation room.

Maria Elena began to get wet as the Danubian gently stroked her 
clitoris. 

UuuuuyUy si.Aieeee.Uy.Ai sio que buenosiuy si.

The medical assistant turned on the vibrator and gently worked it 
into her victim.  Oh it felt so good

Maria Elena gasped and perspired as the orgasm swept over her.  
She ignored the click-click-click of the camera and the fact she 
was being watched and videotaped.  It felt so good at the 
momentso good

aieeeuy sisio masmaspor-fasiuyuy

Once the orgasm passed, Maria Elena quickly came to her senses.  
She noted the cold smiles on the faces of the men who had watched 
the spectacle that she had made out of herself.  Then she noticed 
the very cruel look on the face of the woman who had just seduced 
her.  As a gesture of contempt, the Danubian took off her medical 
glove and dropped it on the detainees face.

The medical assistant smiled triumphantly at the Inspector, who 
bowed slightly as a gesture of respect.  Once again the womans 
expertise had allowed her to disgrace and humiliate a detainee.  
Maria Elena had been seduced by another woman, and in the mindset 
of the Danubians she was now completely dishonored.  She looked 
with horror at the cameras, which obviously had recorded 
everything.  

There was another humiliation awaiting her, but it paled in 
comparison with what had just been done to her by that Danubian 
medical assistant.  She was pulled out of the gynecological chair 
and chained to the ceiling for a third frigid spray-bath to wash 
off the remnants of her orgasm.  As two sets of hands worked the 
soap between her legs and fondled her vulva, she quietly cried.  
She struggled to keep her face up, because she knew that as a 
criminal in Danubia she had no right to hide her shame.  She also 
knew that if she lowered her head, she could expect a vicious 
slap from that inspector in the suit.

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The dog handler and his partner cuffed Maria Elena and led her 
out of the interrogation into the basement hallway.  Across from 
the large room was a row of small doorways.  The two police 
officers opened the door into a small, dark, unfurnished cell.  
They uncuffed their prisoner, pushed her into the room, closed 
the door, and left her to go back to work.  On their way out they 
picked up the dog.  Maria Elena could hear the animal barking 
happily as the trio went back up the stairs into the main 
concourse.  She vaguely wondered if they would catch anyone else 
that day, and then wondered how many couriers they had caught 
altogether.

Maria Elena sat in silence.  The cell was cold and she curled up 
to try to keep warm.  As she sat in the darkness, completely 
naked in the small dismal room, a despair and anguish unlike 
anything she had ever experienced swept over her.  Her bottom 
continued to ache from the cruel paddling she had received, but 
what had followed tormented her soul even more.  Even though she 
was unfamiliar with Danubian culture and spoke nothing of the 
countrys language, she fully understood the extent to which they 
had humiliated her in that room.  

Oh, to be lost in this horrible place in Central Europe, in a 
country she never had heard of before her plane landed and where 
no one spoke Spanishwould she even make it out alive?  No one 
knew she was here, so, what was to prevent the Danubians from 
simply killing her?  Was that possible?  But then again, did it 
matter if she died in Danube City?  Even assuming she would be 
released within a few months, she didnt see how she could return 
to Colombia and face her family, not after that experience in the 
interrogation room.  But then, even if she wanted to return to 
Colombia, that option was no longer open to her.  She had lost 
her cocaine load due to her own negligence and probably would be 
killed by her trafficking group.  If she wasnt killed for that, 
she would be killed for having given up what she knew about her 
handlers.  God knows what the Danubians would do with that 
information once they translated itgive it to the Colombian 
National Police, most likely.  No, she couldnt go homebetter 
that she simply die here and be forgotten

So this was it for Maria Elena Rodriguez-Torres.  At age 19, her 
life was over.  There was no future for her; she never would 
amount to anything.  All those wrong choices, wrong people, 
quitting school, quitting her job, leaving her boyfriend for that 
guy with the flashy car, not listening to her motherthis is what 
it had led to.  Sitting alone and naked in a dark holding cell in 
Eastern Europe, waiting to die

She did not cry.  She was past crying.  She thought that she 
could actually feel Death creeping into the cell, cloaking her 
with darkness and preparing to take her into Hell

----------

As soon as his dog handler returned upstairs to the main boarding 
area to resume the search for drugs and couriers, the Inspector 
glanced at the cloth bag that contained Maria Elenas clothing 
and jewelry.  He removed her passport, Colombian ID card, her 
plane ticket, cell phone, and a small address book.  He would 
have to take a look at the cell phone and copy whatever 
information it contained, but the other items he could put away 
and study when he had more time.  As for her clothing and 
jewelry, those would stay in the bag and go into cold storage.  
Considering the charges she was facing, it would be a very long 
time before Maria Elena Rodriguez-Torres would be permitted to 
wear any clothing.

As he filled out a label and sealed the bag, the official 
reflected with cold satisfaction that the criminal had a very 
nasty surprise waiting for her when she went before the 
arraignment panel.  The perjury charge would add 20 years to her 
sentence.  Perjury (which under Danubian law constituted making 
any false statement in an effort to deceive a law enforcement or 
judicial official during a trial or investigation) was considered 
one of the most serious non-capital crimes that a criminal could 
commit.  There was no question that the Colombian would be 
convicted and sentenced for perjury.  The evidence on that video 
tape was irrefutable.  To make sure the perjury charge would 
stick, the inspector ordered the photographer to make a copy of 
interrogation to forward to the arraignment committee.

The inspector decided it was time to call Spokeswoman Lee-
Dolkivna and see if she could bring someone who spoke Spanish to 
the airport.  He knew that whatever information the detainee had 
given him was time-sensitive, so getting her recorded answers 
translated and conducting a follow-up interview were his next 
priorities.

Calling a Spokesperson meant that the Colombian girl now would 
have to be photographed and formally arrested.  It was certain 
that Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna would assume formal custody and 
presumably take her to the Central Police Station where she would 
be arraigned and kept until trial.  Upon being assigned a 
criminal number she no longer would be at the mercy of the 
Airport Unit, but that didnt matter.  The Inspector and his 
subordinates already had their fun and were ready to get rid of 
her.  She had confessed, and now would become someone elses 
problem.


Maria Elena began shaking with terror.  The female cop and the 
photographer grabbed her arms and led her out of the waiting area 
past the huge crowd of other travelers.  Those unfamiliar with 
Danubian law looked on in horror at the mistreatment of a 
prisoner, but the spectacle would be a harsh lesson for several 
hundred foreigners.  There was no tolerance, none whatsoever, for 
drugs in the Danubian Republic.



