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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 their prisoner then
descended down a long flight of stairs to the terminal building�s
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 scraps of pork 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 mug-shots. Next to the
photography backdrop there was another camera on a second tripod and a video
camera mounted on a wall. 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
leather 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 prisoner�s 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 couple of
speculums, 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
un-cuffed Maria Elena, but then the dog handler�s partner stepped back
and again pointed her gun directly at the prisoner�s 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 completely undress. You will remove all your clothing piece by
piece and hand each item to my assistant.�
�I� I no understand� I no speak English� I��
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 prisoner�s 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 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 don�t, 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 more 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 her� that 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 mug-shots,
which in the Danubian Republic comprised not only photographs of the
criminal�s face taken from various angles, but also detailed photos of
the criminal�s uncovered body taken from various directions and
positions.
However, the supervisor decided to wait on the mug-shots. 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
mug-shots. 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 mug-shots and
receive her prisoner number.
Instead, the man in the suit ordered the female cop to put away her
revolver and handcuff Maria Elena�s 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 prisoner�s right breast.
�Do you understand why you are in our custody, young lady?�
�Please� I� I don�t know nothin�� I� tourist� I��
In his had he held the five pellets and held them out in front of her.
�Oh really? You don�t know what these are?�
�No� I don�t know� I��
�So, these were in your pocket� but you don�t know what they are?�
�I� I don�t know� I� please� no English��
The man in the suit smiled slightly.
�I believe that we�ve established that you can understand English when
you need to. So let�s try this again�� he held out the five pellets.
�DO� YOU� KNOW� WHAT� THESE� ARE?
Maria Elena started crying. �coca�na�� she mumbled.
�Very good. Smart girl. Coca�na. Now, why� did� you� have� COCA�NA� in�
your� pocket?
�I� don�t know� I just tourist� I no have coca�na��
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 criminal�s 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 didn�t 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
person�s 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 detainee�s 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:
�How� many� of� these� do� you� have? The number� how� many?�
�I� cinco� f� five� no more��
�No cocaine� in� your� clothes?� He tugged at his jacket to make sure
she understood.
�No cloth� no coca�na��
The man patted his stomach and glanced at the video camera to make sure
it was turned on.
�Do� you� have� cocaine� in� your� stomach?�
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.
�No� I no coca�na in stomach��
�No cocaine in stomach? Are you sure?�
�No coca�na 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 chemical�s 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 girl�s 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 Elena�s hair, the man in
the suit slapped her hard across the face.
�No cocaine in stomach? ISN�T THAT WHAT YOU SAID? No cocaine in stomach?
Then what�s 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
she�s 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 we�ll 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 Elena�s �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 un-cuffed 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 Elena�s 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 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. A female cop grabbed the prisoner's hair to keep her from
falling over and her ordeal continued.
The doctor lubricated his index finger and unceremoniously shoved it up
Maria Elena�s bottom. She winced and jerked upon feeling the pressure in
her intestines. With his free hand the doctor spread the young woman�s
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 prisoner�s 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.
Click� click� click� the camera continued documenting the young woman�s
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 Elena�s 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 woman�s 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 courier�s 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 coca�na 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 girl�s 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 prisoner�s 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 V�lkchiatk!�
�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, I�ve only seen them. I�ve never had the chance to use
one on a criminal.�
�Well, Officer, we�ll need to change that, now won�t 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 painful afternoon for the captured courier.
POP� POP� POP� POP� POP�
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 girl�s bottom fascinated him.
He had no desire to stop anytime soon. 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!!!! No� no� por favor� piedad� no mas� AIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!...
por-fa� por favor� tenga piedad��
Maria Elena�s 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 cop�s 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 Elena�s 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 drug courier 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 the backs of her thighs 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 she�s 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 prisoner�s condition is
accurate.�
As his partner continued to pull hard on the courier�s hair, the young
cop unbuckled the cuffs holding Maria Elena�s hands. Once again the leg
spreader fell to the ground with a loud clank. The two cops grabbed the
sobbing prisoner�s 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 cocaine� who does it belong to? Who is the owner of the cocaine?
What is the name� the name� the identity� of the person you planned to
give it to?�
Officer V�lkchiatk touched the switch to the young woman�s 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 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 Panam�.�
�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 Elena�s 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
didn�t 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 Elena�s trafficking group. They had lost
a kilo and a courier, no big deal. Maria Elena�s 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 1,000 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 doctor�s 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 mug-shots 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 criminal�s pounding heart and nervous
breathing, then held her wrist and measured her very rapid pulse. Then
she began stroking the young woman�s limbs, checking the joints and
making sure her bones were not broken. She began stroking the girl�s
skin, making sure her skin was healthy and had no injuries or lumps.
From there she moved to Maria Elena�s breasts, examining them for lumps
or other imperfections. Maria Elena�s 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 courier�s
face, gently stroking her cheeks and making sure her temperature was
normal.
�You pretty girl. So pretty� Hmmmm...�
Maria Elena�s body began reacting to the soft touches and gentle speech
of her examiner. The Danubian woman coldly observed her subject�s
reactions, astutely gauging what was working and what wasn�t. As she
gently stroked Maria Elena�s neck and shoulders, again she spoke to her
in a soft, comforting tone of voice.
�Nice girl� pretty girl� hmmmm� so 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 doctor�s
smock.
The woman gently ran her fingers along Maria Elena�s stomach, before
returning to her breasts and shoulders.
�You poor girl� I 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 subject�s
face and with a gentle, reassuring tone of voice commented:
�I need see you� but I no hurt you. You be good girl for me? You please
be good girl?�
�Yes� I be good� I��
The Danubian woman gently stroked Maria Elena�s cheek, gave her an
almost sad look, and diverted her attention to the courier�s very
exposed vulva.
She put on a medical glove on her right hand, then with her left hand
continued to stroke her subject�s thighs and stomach. Expertly she
touched the hapless foreigner, having figured out the vulnerabilities of
the girl�s body and what touches were most effective for arousing her.
She lubricated her gloved hand, and gently began stroking Maria Elena�s
vulnerable labia. She teased and barely brushed that secret area, making
her victim want to be touched all that much more. Gradually Maria
Elena�s 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 woman�s 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 woman�s 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.
�Uuuuuy� Uy s� Aieeee� Uy� A� s� o que bueno� s� uy s��
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 moment� so good�
�aieee� uy s� s� o m�s� m�s� por-fa� s� uy� uy��
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 detainee�s face.
The medical assistant smiled triumphantly at the Inspector, who bowed
slightly as a gesture of respect. Once again the woman�s 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 country�s 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
Spanish� would 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 Dan�bikt M�skt?
Even assuming she would be released within a few months, she didn�t 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 wasn�t 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
it, give it to the Colombian National Police, most likely. No, she
couldn�t go home. Better 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 mother, this 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.
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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 Elena�s 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 didn�t 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 else�s problem.
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