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The Nude Nurse and the Master of the Whip.
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......and I bet her food's been removed.
Praefectus Praetorio
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Dammit, I hate when people read ahead!
I will say I have 7 more chapter written!
But tomorrow free! Almost positive!
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Sorry, but indicates the enthusiasm with which I digest each episode, such that I project the story forwards.
Eul free? Or your readers free to leave the computer without missing anything?
Praefectus Praetorio
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Almost free.
Praefectus Praetorio
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I do appreciate your following and support. And your patience as I have stretched out her suffering. However, events will begin moving faster now. And don't give up on the good offices of the IRS, and Dr.(?) Moore, and the harmless government drudge, Jewels.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
IRC don't think the internal revenue service is involved.
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It appears that some photos were taken of Eulalia's interrogation with Trueno. DINA investigators reported that an unauthorized squirrel seemed to have burrowed into Villa Grimaldi to take lewd pictures of the female prisoners.
Thanks to connoisseurs for obtaining these (at great cost - reputedly three bags of nuts!).
Thanks to connoisseurs for obtaining these (at great cost - reputedly three bags of nuts!).
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Praefectus Praetorio
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The long awaited tête-à-tête.
went well. Now What?
went well. Now What?
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
The Nude Nurse and the Master of the Whip.
Number 24 Villa Grimaldi March 29, 1974 - The Third Day
Cuffed and hooded, she was marched back to her cell. On the way, Eul soon realized that she hadn’t had a chance to slip her left breast back in her bra. As they walked along, she heard the guards sniggering and commenting on what a slut she was. But this time, it didn’t mean that much to her. She wasn’t ashamed of what she had done. She and Juan loved each other!
When she got back to her cell, Eulalia found her supper and been removed. She was very hungry and a little drunk, but she didn’t care. The brief time with Juan had been magical. He was so gentle and caring. She was incredibly aroused by his power and his culture. She was just the kind of man she had dreamed of. Any he loved her. She was sure! He would have her released tomorrow, and they could date like normal people. And there would be no reason to stop as he had done tonight.
Before long, her musings were interrupted when the Sergeant and the guards appeared for final inspection. She stripped as ordered and handed her clothes over. Her arms were fixed in cuffs and the Sergeant asked if she wanted the blanket over her tonight.
Surprising herself and the guards with her courage, Eul shook her head no. She couldn’t imagine sucking their cocks so soon after kissing Juan passionately. She was stood by the wall, the electric collar attached, the door closed and the lights went out.
Though the warmth of the Colonel’s sitting room had lingered in her body, standing naked in the cold cell soon made her almost regret her decision. She was shivering now and her legs were again tiring. But she kept her spirits up thinking of the special time she had shared with her Juan. Before long, the chronic sleep-deprivation had her falling into unconsciousness.
Eulalia dreamed of being on the couch with Juan, him kissing her, his hand on her breast, his other hand on her thigh. It was more and more passionate, she struggled to move her dream to a climax. Then, gradually, Juan’s voice changed. It became harder, disapproving. Eul tried to satisfy him. She was aroused and could feel the wetness in her pussy. She moved down, took out his penis and took it in her mouth. “I’ll make it good for you,” she told him. But his voice was harsher now. Telling her she was evil, she was a slut! Hurt by his words she took her mouth off his large, erect cock and looked up at his face. It was her father! In her dream, Eul screamed. A moment later in real life, she screamed as the electricity cut through her body!
Thrashing and screaming as the sparks burned her neck and jolted her leg muscles, Eul struggled and finally got back on her feet. She leaned with her face against the wall and sobbed from emotional as well as physical pain. As she slowly calmed down, she became aware of moisture running down her thighs. She’d had a wet dream about the Colonel and her father!
For the next hour, Eulalia fought the urge to sleep. She couldn’t bear the thought of another dream like that, or the hellish electrically wakening.
But dreams are not predictable, nor sleep completely avoidable. Eventually, she dozed off. This time her sleep was fitful, with strange, unclear images. When she woke, on her own, there was no nightmare to forget, nor electrically torture to escape.
Thus, the rest of the night went. Short fitful sleep, weird, disturbing, but forgotten dreams. Twice more the “safety” jolted her awake with the pain of a dentist drill, leaving her quivering and trembling and praying for morning. After the third hellish awakening, he forced her self to stay awake until the guards came in and released her. Through it all, she felt as it her body temperature had fallen to a dangerous level.
March 30, 1974 - The Fourth Day
She was told it was shower morning. She felt the grime on her body and the stickiness on her thighs and tried to tell herself she needed to clean. But the cold water and the threadbare towel left her shivering uncontrollably as she hurriedly put on her clothes.
Sitting, shivering, with her blanket wrapped around her shoulders, she ate the meager breakfast and anxiously awaited a call to the Colonel’s office to be told of her release.
But time passed and nothing happened. Mid-morning, the door opened and her hopes soared. But just one guard came to take her for exercise. Outside there had been a cold snap and Eul’s teeth were soon chattering. Back to her cell, curled up with her blanket wrapped tightly around.
Lunch. She ate but wondered. In the afternoon, she was taken out for exercise again. Though she was shivering uncontrollably when she returned, Eul made desperate signs to the guard that she wanted to talk. He called the Sergeant. He knew at once what she wanted. “You want permission to speak?” She nodded yes vigorously.
“You know if I do a favor, you have to do one also.” She nodded reluctantly yes.
“Why don’t you push down that bra and show me your tits like you did for El Coronel?” Eul shut her eyes and did as he asked. “Bounce them for me.” Blushing with shame, she did so.
“Those are pathetic. If you have children, they would starve. I’ve had new recruits with bigger tits than that.” He laughed loudly at his own joke. At last he said, “You have permission to speak.”
“I’ve been expecting to be called to see the Colonel. Have you heard anything about that?”
“No. But to tell you the truth, El Coronel is not here. He was called away early this morning on some urgent business. I haven’t any idea when he is returning.”
He turned and left.
The rest of the afternoon dragged on like death for Eulalia. Where was Juan? When would he return? Surely. he wouldn’t leave her there another day. She was sure she couldn’t take another night. She paced her small cell, blanket wrapped around her shivering shoulders, going half crazy with worry. Was the Colonel OK? Could he have been hurt? He was a soldier after all. He’d been called out on urgent business. What if he’d be shot? Would she even find out??
Her supper came. Even though she was half starved, she only looked at it. She was so worried for Juan. He must be hurt!
Then her door opened. The Sergeant and three guards appeared. “El Coronel had returned. You are to see him at once!”
Eulalia was so relieved, she almost leapt to be cuffed and hooded.
Number 24 Villa Grimaldi March 29, 1974 - The Third Day
Cuffed and hooded, she was marched back to her cell. On the way, Eul soon realized that she hadn’t had a chance to slip her left breast back in her bra. As they walked along, she heard the guards sniggering and commenting on what a slut she was. But this time, it didn’t mean that much to her. She wasn’t ashamed of what she had done. She and Juan loved each other!
When she got back to her cell, Eulalia found her supper and been removed. She was very hungry and a little drunk, but she didn’t care. The brief time with Juan had been magical. He was so gentle and caring. She was incredibly aroused by his power and his culture. She was just the kind of man she had dreamed of. Any he loved her. She was sure! He would have her released tomorrow, and they could date like normal people. And there would be no reason to stop as he had done tonight.
Before long, her musings were interrupted when the Sergeant and the guards appeared for final inspection. She stripped as ordered and handed her clothes over. Her arms were fixed in cuffs and the Sergeant asked if she wanted the blanket over her tonight.
Surprising herself and the guards with her courage, Eul shook her head no. She couldn’t imagine sucking their cocks so soon after kissing Juan passionately. She was stood by the wall, the electric collar attached, the door closed and the lights went out.
Though the warmth of the Colonel’s sitting room had lingered in her body, standing naked in the cold cell soon made her almost regret her decision. She was shivering now and her legs were again tiring. But she kept her spirits up thinking of the special time she had shared with her Juan. Before long, the chronic sleep-deprivation had her falling into unconsciousness.
Eulalia dreamed of being on the couch with Juan, him kissing her, his hand on her breast, his other hand on her thigh. It was more and more passionate, she struggled to move her dream to a climax. Then, gradually, Juan’s voice changed. It became harder, disapproving. Eul tried to satisfy him. She was aroused and could feel the wetness in her pussy. She moved down, took out his penis and took it in her mouth. “I’ll make it good for you,” she told him. But his voice was harsher now. Telling her she was evil, she was a slut! Hurt by his words she took her mouth off his large, erect cock and looked up at his face. It was her father! In her dream, Eul screamed. A moment later in real life, she screamed as the electricity cut through her body!
Thrashing and screaming as the sparks burned her neck and jolted her leg muscles, Eul struggled and finally got back on her feet. She leaned with her face against the wall and sobbed from emotional as well as physical pain. As she slowly calmed down, she became aware of moisture running down her thighs. She’d had a wet dream about the Colonel and her father!
For the next hour, Eulalia fought the urge to sleep. She couldn’t bear the thought of another dream like that, or the hellish electrically wakening.
But dreams are not predictable, nor sleep completely avoidable. Eventually, she dozed off. This time her sleep was fitful, with strange, unclear images. When she woke, on her own, there was no nightmare to forget, nor electrically torture to escape.
Thus, the rest of the night went. Short fitful sleep, weird, disturbing, but forgotten dreams. Twice more the “safety” jolted her awake with the pain of a dentist drill, leaving her quivering and trembling and praying for morning. After the third hellish awakening, he forced her self to stay awake until the guards came in and released her. Through it all, she felt as it her body temperature had fallen to a dangerous level.
March 30, 1974 - The Fourth Day
She was told it was shower morning. She felt the grime on her body and the stickiness on her thighs and tried to tell herself she needed to clean. But the cold water and the threadbare towel left her shivering uncontrollably as she hurriedly put on her clothes.
Sitting, shivering, with her blanket wrapped around her shoulders, she ate the meager breakfast and anxiously awaited a call to the Colonel’s office to be told of her release.
But time passed and nothing happened. Mid-morning, the door opened and her hopes soared. But just one guard came to take her for exercise. Outside there had been a cold snap and Eul’s teeth were soon chattering. Back to her cell, curled up with her blanket wrapped tightly around.
Lunch. She ate but wondered. In the afternoon, she was taken out for exercise again. Though she was shivering uncontrollably when she returned, Eul made desperate signs to the guard that she wanted to talk. He called the Sergeant. He knew at once what she wanted. “You want permission to speak?” She nodded yes vigorously.
“You know if I do a favor, you have to do one also.” She nodded reluctantly yes.
“Why don’t you push down that bra and show me your tits like you did for El Coronel?” Eul shut her eyes and did as he asked. “Bounce them for me.” Blushing with shame, she did so.
“Those are pathetic. If you have children, they would starve. I’ve had new recruits with bigger tits than that.” He laughed loudly at his own joke. At last he said, “You have permission to speak.”
“I’ve been expecting to be called to see the Colonel. Have you heard anything about that?”
“No. But to tell you the truth, El Coronel is not here. He was called away early this morning on some urgent business. I haven’t any idea when he is returning.”
He turned and left.
The rest of the afternoon dragged on like death for Eulalia. Where was Juan? When would he return? Surely. he wouldn’t leave her there another day. She was sure she couldn’t take another night. She paced her small cell, blanket wrapped around her shivering shoulders, going half crazy with worry. Was the Colonel OK? Could he have been hurt? He was a soldier after all. He’d been called out on urgent business. What if he’d be shot? Would she even find out??
Her supper came. Even though she was half starved, she only looked at it. She was so worried for Juan. He must be hurt!
Then her door opened. The Sergeant and three guards appeared. “El Coronel had returned. You are to see him at once!”
Eulalia was so relieved, she almost leapt to be cuffed and hooded.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Reminds me of some of those classic Romances, where the Officer-hero is honor-bound not be be with his love, but by his bravery saves them both so they can live happily ever after.
I hope the Colonel hasn't been hurt! Maybe DINA discovered his inappropriate interest in Eulalia.
I hope the Colonel hasn't been hurt! Maybe DINA discovered his inappropriate interest in Eulalia.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
I'm hiding in Honduras, I'm a desperate man
Send lawyers, guns, and money
The shit has hit the fan
- Warren Zevon
Send lawyers, guns, and money
The shit has hit the fan
- Warren Zevon
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
The Nude Nurse and the Master of the Whip.
Number 25 Villa Grimaldi March 30, 1974 - The Fourth Day
Marching to see the Colonel, Eulalia felt better than she had since she was seized by the secret police four days ago. Juan was OK and he was going to have her released. They came through a door and stopped as usual. Then a voice she did not recognize said, “Remove her hood.”
She was in the Colonel’s office, standing before the desk as usual. But Colonel Rodríguez and Captain Trueno were standing at ease behind the chair where sat a stranger in a major’s uniform.
“Miss Eulalia Burns? You may speak.”
“Yes.”
“I am Mayor Antonio Lopez, chief of staff to General de Brigada Manuel Contreras Commandante de Dirección de Inteligencia Nacional. General Contreras personally charged me with judging your case. This meeting is being recorded. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Major.” Eul had learned the proper way to address an officer.
“The Coronel and Capitán have forwarded the record in your case including the transcripts of your two “interrogations. Are the transcriptions of these interrogations accurate?”
Eul hesitated. She hadn’t seen any transcripts. How did she know if they were accurate? “I’m not sure,” she replied hesitantly.
“Not Sure? I was informed that you were made aware of the recordings. Do you now deny or renounce any of the answers you gave? Do we need to go through them in detail?”
The Major was clearly annoyed at this development. Eulalia did not want to anger him or throw an obstacle in the path of her freedom. “No, we don’t. I was confused just now. The transcriptions are accurate.”
“Good. We should be able to finish this meeting quickly. It’s well into Saturday evening and I want to be with my family.”
The Major opened and flipped through a thick file. They had assembled all that in her case? Eul looked to the Colonel for support. He gave a momentary gesture of warning and then looked straight ahead.
“I want to be clear about this recorder of yours. The recordings of people who seem to be anti-government are very worrisome. Can you identify the individuals who made these, often treasonous, statements?”
Eulalia was prepared. She appreciated what would happen to any who were identified. She repeated what she had said in the two interrogations. “It was meant to be a blind study; I never recorded nor noted who spoke to me or which spoke on which tape. I’m afraid that at this point I can’t help with that at all.”
“I see. Now this study. It was some woman at your school in Glasgow who gave you the recorder and asked you to conduct the study? Who was this female?” The Major said the word female with obvious disdain. Eul felt resentment at this arrogant man.
“Dr. Margaret McAdam, she’s a senior professor there. And one of the most highly regarded scholars in her field. She was just awarded the Robertson Prize by the International Nursing League!” Eul said with perhaps a little too much heat.
“Yes, yes,” the Major waived his hand dismissively. “When did she give you the recorder and the assignment?”
“Just before I left. About five weeks ago.”
“And this great professor McAdam handed it to you, Miss Burns, personally? Not some assistant of hers?”
“She gave it to me personally. We talked for over an hour about my work and this project. I think she respects what I have done.” Eulalia elaborated on her previous story to make her work seem more important. She really hated this pig!
“Very interesting. We have tried to contact McAdam, but she seems to be travelling and it is not possible to reach her.” Eul wasn’t totally able to repress a smile. Her hastily made up plan had worked.
“However, while we looked for her, we were able to contact a senior administrator at the Nursing School, a Dean Robert Hawkins.”
Despite herself, Eulalia gasped. Robert! Her former lover! The man who had been working to sabotage her career!
“Dean Hawkins had some interesting things to say about you and your politics. We will need to look into those. But right now, there is one thing he said that we need to understand. He told us, and we have confirmed independently, that this McAdam woman started on her travels over three months ago and has not been near the University in that time. How do you explain that, Miss Burns?”
Eulalia was dumbfounded. It had never occurred to her that McAdam had left so long ago. How could she explain the discrepancy? She hemmed and hawed for a moment, before Major Lopez continued.
“And our technicians have been looking at the recorder itself. Their work was observed and confirmed by a representative of the UN High Commissioner for Human Rights. Reading the serial number and contacting the manufacturer in Japan, they were able to confirm that the recorder was produced only six and a half weeks ago and shipped to the exclusive customer for that custom model, who should have received it about five weeks ago, just when you said you got it. Do you know who that customer is, Miss Burns? Is it Professor McAdam?” he said with a sneer.
Eulalia stood open-mouthed in horror.
“No it isn’t. The customer is British Secret Intelligence Service, SIS. Or sometimes known as MI6. How do you explain these facts, Miss Burns?”
There was nothing Eul could say as she just stood before the men, handcuffed, cold, tired, her torso exposed by her open blouse and now her lie exposed by their research.
“Coronel Rodríguez!” The Colonel came to attention. “This matter has been mishandled Coronel, since the beginning. You are removed from all authority and responsibility for the case of Miss Burns. Your admitted fraternization with the prisoner was outrageous. I will pass this information on to the General. I would expect discipline or demotion or both. Do you understand?”
The Colonel, stone-faced, saluted and said, “Si Mayor!”
“Capitán Trueno, you acted correctly under orders from El Coronel, who bears all the blame in this matter. Your reputation for firmness in these matters is unsullied. You are now in full charge of this case. I expect a vigorous prosecution by all available methods – spare nothing to get at the truth!”
The Captain, with a small smile, saluted and said, “Si Mayor!”
“Miss Burns. I suggest you cooperate and tell the Capitán the whole truth as soon as possible. In the meantime, there is the matter of your lies which caused significant costs to our organization in being disproving. As the judge plenipotentiary in this case, I summarily sentence you to receive 15 lashes to be administered tomorrow morning by Capitán Trueno in front of the whole garrison.” Pointedly turning off the recorder, he faced Trueno, “Capitán, she’s your responsibility.”
Trueno stepped forward. “Guards escort Miss Burns to Wing D. She is to have no meals until after her punishment tomorrow morning. She is to receive no privileges or special favors. Understood?”
With a big shit-eating grin, the Sergeant said, “Entendido, Mi Capitán!”
Number 25 Villa Grimaldi March 30, 1974 - The Fourth Day
Marching to see the Colonel, Eulalia felt better than she had since she was seized by the secret police four days ago. Juan was OK and he was going to have her released. They came through a door and stopped as usual. Then a voice she did not recognize said, “Remove her hood.”
She was in the Colonel’s office, standing before the desk as usual. But Colonel Rodríguez and Captain Trueno were standing at ease behind the chair where sat a stranger in a major’s uniform.
“Miss Eulalia Burns? You may speak.”
“Yes.”
“I am Mayor Antonio Lopez, chief of staff to General de Brigada Manuel Contreras Commandante de Dirección de Inteligencia Nacional. General Contreras personally charged me with judging your case. This meeting is being recorded. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Major.” Eul had learned the proper way to address an officer.
“The Coronel and Capitán have forwarded the record in your case including the transcripts of your two “interrogations. Are the transcriptions of these interrogations accurate?”
Eul hesitated. She hadn’t seen any transcripts. How did she know if they were accurate? “I’m not sure,” she replied hesitantly.
“Not Sure? I was informed that you were made aware of the recordings. Do you now deny or renounce any of the answers you gave? Do we need to go through them in detail?”
The Major was clearly annoyed at this development. Eulalia did not want to anger him or throw an obstacle in the path of her freedom. “No, we don’t. I was confused just now. The transcriptions are accurate.”
“Good. We should be able to finish this meeting quickly. It’s well into Saturday evening and I want to be with my family.”
The Major opened and flipped through a thick file. They had assembled all that in her case? Eul looked to the Colonel for support. He gave a momentary gesture of warning and then looked straight ahead.
“I want to be clear about this recorder of yours. The recordings of people who seem to be anti-government are very worrisome. Can you identify the individuals who made these, often treasonous, statements?”
Eulalia was prepared. She appreciated what would happen to any who were identified. She repeated what she had said in the two interrogations. “It was meant to be a blind study; I never recorded nor noted who spoke to me or which spoke on which tape. I’m afraid that at this point I can’t help with that at all.”
“I see. Now this study. It was some woman at your school in Glasgow who gave you the recorder and asked you to conduct the study? Who was this female?” The Major said the word female with obvious disdain. Eul felt resentment at this arrogant man.
“Dr. Margaret McAdam, she’s a senior professor there. And one of the most highly regarded scholars in her field. She was just awarded the Robertson Prize by the International Nursing League!” Eul said with perhaps a little too much heat.
“Yes, yes,” the Major waived his hand dismissively. “When did she give you the recorder and the assignment?”
“Just before I left. About five weeks ago.”
“And this great professor McAdam handed it to you, Miss Burns, personally? Not some assistant of hers?”
“She gave it to me personally. We talked for over an hour about my work and this project. I think she respects what I have done.” Eulalia elaborated on her previous story to make her work seem more important. She really hated this pig!
“Very interesting. We have tried to contact McAdam, but she seems to be travelling and it is not possible to reach her.” Eul wasn’t totally able to repress a smile. Her hastily made up plan had worked.
“However, while we looked for her, we were able to contact a senior administrator at the Nursing School, a Dean Robert Hawkins.”
Despite herself, Eulalia gasped. Robert! Her former lover! The man who had been working to sabotage her career!
“Dean Hawkins had some interesting things to say about you and your politics. We will need to look into those. But right now, there is one thing he said that we need to understand. He told us, and we have confirmed independently, that this McAdam woman started on her travels over three months ago and has not been near the University in that time. How do you explain that, Miss Burns?”
Eulalia was dumbfounded. It had never occurred to her that McAdam had left so long ago. How could she explain the discrepancy? She hemmed and hawed for a moment, before Major Lopez continued.
“And our technicians have been looking at the recorder itself. Their work was observed and confirmed by a representative of the UN High Commissioner for Human Rights. Reading the serial number and contacting the manufacturer in Japan, they were able to confirm that the recorder was produced only six and a half weeks ago and shipped to the exclusive customer for that custom model, who should have received it about five weeks ago, just when you said you got it. Do you know who that customer is, Miss Burns? Is it Professor McAdam?” he said with a sneer.
Eulalia stood open-mouthed in horror.
“No it isn’t. The customer is British Secret Intelligence Service, SIS. Or sometimes known as MI6. How do you explain these facts, Miss Burns?”
There was nothing Eul could say as she just stood before the men, handcuffed, cold, tired, her torso exposed by her open blouse and now her lie exposed by their research.
“Coronel Rodríguez!” The Colonel came to attention. “This matter has been mishandled Coronel, since the beginning. You are removed from all authority and responsibility for the case of Miss Burns. Your admitted fraternization with the prisoner was outrageous. I will pass this information on to the General. I would expect discipline or demotion or both. Do you understand?”
The Colonel, stone-faced, saluted and said, “Si Mayor!”
“Capitán Trueno, you acted correctly under orders from El Coronel, who bears all the blame in this matter. Your reputation for firmness in these matters is unsullied. You are now in full charge of this case. I expect a vigorous prosecution by all available methods – spare nothing to get at the truth!”
The Captain, with a small smile, saluted and said, “Si Mayor!”
“Miss Burns. I suggest you cooperate and tell the Capitán the whole truth as soon as possible. In the meantime, there is the matter of your lies which caused significant costs to our organization in being disproving. As the judge plenipotentiary in this case, I summarily sentence you to receive 15 lashes to be administered tomorrow morning by Capitán Trueno in front of the whole garrison.” Pointedly turning off the recorder, he faced Trueno, “Capitán, she’s your responsibility.”
Trueno stepped forward. “Guards escort Miss Burns to Wing D. She is to have no meals until after her punishment tomorrow morning. She is to receive no privileges or special favors. Understood?”
With a big shit-eating grin, the Sergeant said, “Entendido, Mi Capitán!”
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
Some good, honest forensic detective work has got to the truth, congratulations to all those involved.
As for the lying Miss Burns, she is a serious risk to the guards' health and safety so must be treated as a dangerous criminal, punished accordingly, and made an example of.
The government will maintain law and order at any cost, especially in the face of any action foolishly contemplated by Britain or her lackeys, the USA.
As for the lying Miss Burns, she is a serious risk to the guards' health and safety so must be treated as a dangerous criminal, punished accordingly, and made an example of.
The government will maintain law and order at any cost, especially in the face of any action foolishly contemplated by Britain or her lackeys, the USA.
DarknessMonger
Magistrate
At last Eulalia it going to learn about wing D, the place where her 'friend' Gabby has bene for several days now, how quickly she forgot about her.
I wonder if the poeple there will pass the opportunity of having someone called Miss Burns in their custody and not use some fire related torture on her
I wonder if the poeple there will pass the opportunity of having someone called Miss Burns in their custody and not use some fire related torture on her
Perfectly right, Old Slave and Darkness Monger...
maybe I've won enough times for a few of my Chilean friends to get into hiding, even out of the country -
but they've probably rounded most of them up,
and they probably know who the rest of them are ...
no more tricks, no more falsehoods,
no point in trying to play the heroine now,
just let them do what they're going to do to me,
hold out as long as I can, but I know that won't be long ...
maybe I've won enough times for a few of my Chilean friends to get into hiding, even out of the country -
but they've probably rounded most of them up,
and they probably know who the rest of them are ...
no more tricks, no more falsehoods,
no point in trying to play the heroine now,
just let them do what they're going to do to me,
hold out as long as I can, but I know that won't be long ...
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Now I'm getting very worried for Miss Eulalia Burns. Who's going to help her?
The Colonel seemed ready to protect her and get her out, but now he's in trouble and had been taken off the case.
Dr. Moore from the Red Cross seems a lost cause.
Will Windar from the IRC in Geneva help her. Write a strongly worded letter to put pressure in DINA?
Remember Jewels only finds out about the case on day 5
, a day after the above; he expects to be in Santiago on day 7. Will that be in time?
This is getting really scary. I hope Eul is strong enough to hold out until help arrives (if ever). But she seems to be ready to fall apart any moment now. I'm trying not to think of what these nasty men in the Villa might do to a poor helpless girl!
Nail-biting time!
Who's going to help her?The Colonel seemed ready to protect her and get her out,
but now he's in trouble and had been taken off the case.Dr. Moore from the Red Cross seems a lost cause.
Will Windar from the IRC in Geneva help her. Write a strongly worded letter to put pressure in DINA?Remember Jewels only finds out about the case on day 5
, a day after the above; he expects to be in Santiago on day 7. Will that be in time?This is getting really scary.
I hope Eul is strong enough to hold out until help arrives (if ever). But she seems to be ready to fall apart any moment now. I'm trying not to think of what these nasty men in the Villa might do to a poor helpless girl!Nail-biting time!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
The Nude Nurse and the Master of the Whip.
Part 27 March 30, 1974 - The Fourth Day, evening, Wing D
Gabriela Sánchez, 19, sat huddled, naked and shivering on the cold, hard floor of her cell in D wing. She was just trying to keep from going insane.
How long was it now? She thought. Four days. Yes, four days she had been here. It was like an eternity in hell! Constant cold, almost no food, no sleep at night with that diabólico collar, beatings and rapes, no idea what had happened to her little boy. Then, yesterday, tied to that horrible metal bed-frame, the electricity burning her body, making her tense and thrust with the shocks. Seeing her husband above her, forced to watch her torment while undergoing the same. Then, as he had to watch, the guards raping her.
Gabby turned sideways, trying to find a slightly less painful position for her welted and bruised body against the hard, stone floor and wall. She hurt so bad! And she was so very cold. Even during the day, if they left her alone, she could only sleep fitfully, waking violently when her mind recoiled from memories of beatings, the collar burning her neck, or her missing child.
There was a commotion down the hall, loud laughter from the guards’ mess. Gabby gave an involuntary shiver of revulsion. She knew what that sound meant.
Her first evening here.
After spending a day in her tiny cell with only a pitiful lunch served, the guards had come for her.
She was taken to the mess room.
There were so many men there.
They tore off her clothes!
She was tossed around from man to man…
She couldn’t let her mind think about it!
Part 27 March 30, 1974 - The Fourth Day, evening, Wing D
Gabriela Sánchez, 19, sat huddled, naked and shivering on the cold, hard floor of her cell in D wing. She was just trying to keep from going insane.
How long was it now? She thought. Four days. Yes, four days she had been here. It was like an eternity in hell! Constant cold, almost no food, no sleep at night with that diabólico collar, beatings and rapes, no idea what had happened to her little boy. Then, yesterday, tied to that horrible metal bed-frame, the electricity burning her body, making her tense and thrust with the shocks. Seeing her husband above her, forced to watch her torment while undergoing the same. Then, as he had to watch, the guards raping her.
Gabby turned sideways, trying to find a slightly less painful position for her welted and bruised body against the hard, stone floor and wall. She hurt so bad! And she was so very cold. Even during the day, if they left her alone, she could only sleep fitfully, waking violently when her mind recoiled from memories of beatings, the collar burning her neck, or her missing child.
There was a commotion down the hall, loud laughter from the guards’ mess. Gabby gave an involuntary shiver of revulsion. She knew what that sound meant.
Her first evening here.
After spending a day in her tiny cell with only a pitiful lunch served, the guards had come for her.
She was taken to the mess room.
There were so many men there.
They tore off her clothes!
She was tossed around from man to man…
She couldn’t let her mind think about it!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Perceptive observation, Darkness. As you can see the guards have not forgotten Gabby, nor has the author.
As far as "fire" tortures go, I cannot imagine any torture or humiliation that her captors would hesitate to use on the divine Miss Burns. She might discover some submissive/masochistic nature in herself, but nothing to match the real pain she will endure (I think)!
Be patient. The story will continue slowly, milking emotional distress and anticipation of perils ahead.
old slave
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I like the thought of one girl having to watch the ordeal of another, care for her afterwards, frightened for herself, but these guys seem to like solitary confinement. There's still the noises though.
I like this pace, emulating the idea that the minutes, hours, days, seem to get longer as time goes by.
(Yesterday a delivery for me was three hours late----------even sitting in a warm room on a comfortable chair with a full stomach the time dragged awfully-------cold, hard and hungry, unimaginable!!)
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Perhaps. But I expect those who trusted Eulalia will be sorely disappointed and severely harmed by the association with a naive girl from the North with no idea of the dangers facing them all in Villa Grimaldi!
Keep in mind, she trusted (and still trusts) Coronel "Demonio" Rodríguez!