During Karen James quick move to VP marketing for a large financial institution
she had made many enemies, least among them Ms. Brenda Jacobs.  Karen had been
running a close second for the VP slot against Brenda, but had managed to slip
past her by anonymously leaking false information about BJ thru the companies
computer system.  Brenda was never sure where the rumors started but had a very
good idea.

Once Karen had taken her position still fearing Brenda's superior talent, she
proceeded to "in effect" demote her by making her the department head over a much
smaller department.  This move infuriated Brenda and revenge was all she could
think about.  Months went by before her chance would come, then one day as if a
miracle she was in Karen's office when Karen had to leave the office quickly and
failed to log off her computer it was the chance BJ had waited for.  She quickly
determined Karen's password from the careless notes left unprotected on her
messages and then she noticed the "anonymous" memos with Brenda's name on them. 
It had been Karen in fact that had stared the false rumors.  Karen would live to
regret both mistakes.

The company was doing much work with the 3rd world, in a small country, Bariwa,
with much mineral potential. They were working on a financing plan to exploit
these for the good of the country.  BJ finally had her chance to be rid of Karen
forever.  As it turns out the project was in almost absolute control of Karen and
since BJ had access to all her files she could interfere with the project. 
Brenda formulated her plan and began putting it into action.

Bariwa was depositing large sum of gold with the company in exchange for cash
which Karen was to invest on behalf of the Bariwanian government.  BJ began
intercepting the transfer requests from Karen and making them herself.  Using
Karen's ID and password she opened a money market account with her firm and
stared stripping 5% of all transfers Karen requested and depositing it in
"Karens's" account. Within a month "Karen" had embesseled 3.5 million dollars. 
The trap was set....

The following Monday Karen left for Bariwa and BJ left for Western Union.   She
had updated all of Karen's real computer records with her transaction and booked
a flight from Bariwa to Rio in Karen's name, conviently one day after Karen's
scheduled return.  The wire was to the Bariwanian finance minister and outlined
suspicious activity that the sender felt was not in the best interest of Bariwa,
with enough details to point the inquiries in the right direction, signed
"Anonymous".

Just as planed the minister made inquiries that very day to the company
president's office and Karen's "plot" was uncovered.  The company quickly
complied with requests for records in an effort to retain their business.  And
still Karen had no idea the snare was about to be triggered as she visited with
several government officials in Bariwa.  On her final official visit she was to
see the finance minister and arrived in a limo at the capital early in the
morning. She would not have a good day.  She noticed on her way in that security
seemed very tight.  There were four armed guards in the ministers waiting room,
all very large men with frowns on their faces but she did not worry.  When she
went in however two of them followed her and she knew something was wrong.  The
minister was curt and to the point , he dropped a folder in front of her and
asked her to explain, she started to shake her head and repeated softly "no, no
this is not right, no, no".  At which point the minister waved to the guards and
told Karen she was under arrest.  She then panicked and bolted past one of them
but the other grabbed her long blond hair with such force that she fell backwards
and pounded her back into the floor. The guard dropped to one knee landing it in
her chest with great force, knocking the wind from her.  They then turned her
over cuffed her hands then her ankles, lifted her up by the arms and took her
away screaming that she did not do anything wrong, begging for a chance to
investigate the "errors".

Bariwa is not well known for its civil rights record, to the extent that if it
did not have great mineral wealth the US government might not look the other way.
 Karen knew she was in deep shit, once in her cell, not only figuratively but
also literally.  The smell was obnoxious, the orders of urine and defication were
thick.  It was all she could do to prevent from gaging and vomiting.  In two days
the trial began and she was required to defend herself, no right to an attourny
here, the evidence was presented Karen tried her best to explain the
discrepancies but she knew it was hopeless.  She begged the court for mercy and
awaited the verdict.  There were three items to be decided, resisting arrest...90
days; embesselment 2 years; she had believed that it would be much worse and 2
years was long but not forever, she was young and could recover, at 29 when
released she almost felt relief.  Then the final count, facing the judge in the
tattered grey prison dress..... 25 years of hard labor for crimes against the
people of Bariwa, her heart sank, she went dizzy and dropped to her knees begging
for mercy again.  The judge simply said to remove the prisoner, and slammed down
the gavel.

Karen was then drug from the room and loaded onto the transport truck alone, she
was in a state of shock and knew that her final destination would not be
pleasent.   Shackled and cuffed she was unloaded from the truck after what seemed
like 5 or 6 hours.  There she was inside the gates of the high security prison
called Jubasa, literal translation "the jungle".   The prison was built in the
middle of a jungle, there were 400 acres of clear area surrounded by lush dense
rain forest. Here they waist no time in getting prisoners processed, she was
taken to what the guards called orientation immediately.

Karen was told to stand at attention, not to speak or move keeping her eyes
straight ahead.  She heard a door close and heavy steps coming toward her, closer
and closer.  It was the head of the prison who always greeted each prisoner for
orientation.  A tall female brunette smartly dressed in her uniform, which hid
most of her feminine features, spoke to Karen in a soft pleasant voice.

Warden:   "Hello Karen" Karen:         "Hel.." SSMMAACCKK!!!!!!!!! across her
face causing her to nearly pass out. Warden:   "SHUT THE FUCK UP! I will tell you
to speak.  I will tell you when to eat when to sleep or when to breath if I am so
inclined. You may nod your head yes or no if you understand.  ARE WE CLEAR?"
Karen:    Head nodding yes, tears forming in her eyes and breathing deeply her
chest heaving

Warden:   "Let me tell you a little about how we work here. By law you have
become the property of the state, you are no longer considered a person, simply
another asset of the county and as such you have no rights to anything, not even
air if I so choose.  If I were you I would make me, the guards and any guests as
happy as possible.  Because here we do not send memos, WE KICK ASS AND FORGET THE
NAMES! ARE YOU STILL WITH ME, KAREN?"

Karen:    again nodding yes, hoping this was a bad dream.

Warden:   "You own nothing, you are nothing except labor or entertainment which
ever we chose at the moment."  (Speaking to the guard) "Strip the cunt and take
off the cuffs, please."

Guard:    "yes madam"

Karen started to rub her wrists..  SSMMAACCKK!!!!!!!!!! again across the face

Warden:   "You are not paying attention.  Stand at attention. That is eyes
forward head back stomach in feet together and...listen closely HANDS AT YOUR
SIDE!  Got it?

Karen nods yes

Warden:   "I think we need to impress upon you the clairity of all our orders
they are simple and not ambigious. Follow them cunt. Do you see the table at the
front of the room? The one with the tall pole on one side?" (KJ nods yes) "I want
you to move your little scrony ass as fast as you can to get that table and roll
it back here and resume your position.  Do you understand?" (KJ nods yes)
"OK...MOVE!"

Karen runs as fast as she can and grabs the table pulling it back as quickly as
possible and placing it in front of her. Then resumes her stance at attention.

Warden:   "Not bad for a fucking cunt."  Slips the cover off of the table to
reveal a collection of paddles, canes, clamps, suringes, nozzles, bucket of ice
and other items Karen has no idea as to their use.

Karen with heart pounding both from the running and fear is starting to sweat and
breathing still more heavily