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Segment - AEJ Q

Angelica was still there, waiting anxiously. She held and had been examining the gag that Stacy had worn, but when Jim emerged from the office, she quickly put it down, away from her. The lady guard sat at the desk, seeming to be busy with paperwork. "Am I still to help with this?" Angelica asked, as if fearing that she had been eliminated from the plan. "Of course, we will have you sign all the papers in a moment, and then we will swear you in as a deputy." "Do I get to wear a badge, like in the Westerns?" asked Angelica with a flirtatious smile. Jim returned her smile. "No, no badge, but since you are helping with a law enforcement matter, it is required that you be a deputy of a U.S. Marshal." "Do I get to carry a gun?" she asked. "No, no gun," replied Jim. "Come, on, let's get this paperwork out of the way so we can get to work. You said that you had six days free?" "That's right," said Angelica, standing up, and making sure that her white blouse was properly tucked in, she reached around her back to neaten up. "Then we will limit your deputation to that time. Also, there are several other papers to sign, putting you under my jurisdiction, and that will be it." Jim opened the door to the Colonel's office, and ushered her in. The Colonel met them both at the door, and shook Angelica's hand after she offered it. "I am Angelica Perez," she said. She stood proudly with her breasts out, awaiting instructions. Realizing that he was expected to lead the proceedings, the Colonel took her arm and ushered her to one of the two chairs in front of his desk. Jim and Angelica sat down. "Angelica, I have been asked by Jim, in his capacity as a Federal Marshal, to witness your deputation. Also, I have several papers here that Jim has requested me to have available in order for him to fulfill his mission to find the slavers that are operating in Mexico, and to locate and secure the release of Mrs. Renee Wentworth. "I have reviewed his plan, and I think that it is a good one, one that may work. Your role is both critical and heroic. Are you willing to work on this case, as Jim has requested?" "I am proud to serve in this capacity," said Angelica confidently. "I have personal reasons for seeing these horrible crimes stopped." Her voice quivered. The Colonel looked at Jim and nodded. It seemed that Jim had stumbled into a particularly helpful and motivated volunteer. "Good, Miss Perez. Please stand up," said the Colonel. She did so, and Jim also rose. "Do you solemnly swear to be deputy of the United States Marshal Jim Fredericks, and uphold the laws of the United States of America?" "I do," said Angelica. "I hereby appoint you a deputy of a U.S. Marshal," said the Colonel, and he signed a paper, and put a notary seal to it. "Sign here, please." He handed the paper to Angelica, who signed it. "Also," said the Colonel, "we need the following documents signed. These will facilitate your cover here in Mexico, and help us to draw out our targets." He handed her the Confession of Judgement, and the Consignment for Detention documents, and said, "Sign here, on the bottom of these last pages." Each document was several pages long, and Angelica did not bother to examine them, or to even see what they were titled. Without hesitation or doubt, she signed both of the two documents. She did not realize that she had confessed to the crime of smuggling cocaine, and that she had been consigned for detention to Jim until such time as he turned her over to the Mexico Prison for Women.

Segment - AEJ O

Stacy was then lead in front of Katrina, and the two were taken around the corner to a cell that had a strong solid iron door, with only a small rectangular opening near the base for food. Stacy began protesting wildly, as wildly as she could with her hands so tightly strung together, but both she and Katrina were pushed into the cell. Their eyes, already adjusted to dark, saw a dank cell with tile flooring and two steel beds with thin mattresses. The guards lay them each down on the bed and with a cord tied their legs. Stacy's legs were drawn up to her hands and tightly tied off. The cord around her neck was then tied, leaving little slack to the heavy iron railing of the bed she was hogtied onto. Katrina received much the same treatment, but Stacy noticed that the guard who tied her was somewhat careless and did not tie her neck cord to the bed. Stacy half-expected to be ungagged when the guard brushed away her hair and looked for the buckle tightly fastened behind her neck, but when he located it, he simply checked it to make sure that the strap was in its keeper, and then replaced her hair. Stacy groaned deeply in her throat. The guards turned to go, and as the exited the door, they took one last look at their prisoners. They turned, slammed the heavy steel door shut with a loud clang, and then slid a heavy metal bolt into place and placed a padlock on it, locking it into place. One rectangle of light remained, the tray hole, and within twenty seconds this was also slammed shut and locked. The girls, stunned with the hopelessness if the situation, began to weep. Less than an hour ago, they were enjoying dinner in the wilderness with a friend of Fernando, and now they were captured by unknown parties for unknown reasons and were extremely stringently bound and locked away. Even Stacy, who had before enjoyed a temporary indentured status which soon would return by contract, to freedom, was paralyzed with the uncontrolled nature of her situation. Her bondage now seemed far more foreboding and permanent than the contractual bonds that she had assumed for this voyage. Her back was arched by her hogtie, and with her tears, her nose became congested, making it necessary for her to breathe through the corners of her mouth around her ball-gag. Katrina wept quietly in the other cot near Stacy. They were left there for hours. The tears no longer flowed after a period of time, but the hopelessness remained. Their hog-ties were intractable. Prying fingers could loose no knots, and cramps in the back of the legs were the answer to struggle. Knotted to the bed-frame by her neck, Stacy did not dare move around too much, for she could see that falling off the bed could mean death for her. In the total darkness, sounds of weeping subsided, and sleep overtook the pair in spurts, with occasional waking to the pain of the bonds and the depression of this cruel imprisonment. After many hours their prison door opened with a clang. Stacy craned her neck to see who entered. It was Fernando, carrying a knife! "Ten prisa!", he whispered sharply to Katrina. He cut loose the rope from her ankles, rubbed her legs to her hands, and then cut her wrist and neck bonds. She quickly rubbed tortured wrists, and, stumbling a little, went to help him loose Stacy. She did not bother to remove her own ball-gag. They quickly knifed the thin cord around the legs of Stacy, and then they cut the cord from Stacy's neck to the bed frame very close to the bed, leaving them a handle by which to lead her. Her hands were not loosed. Stacy wondered about her disposition. Was this an escape attempt? She supposed that it was. Maybe they were leaving her bound because they did not want her to blow their escape, and maybe she was bound because she was still contracted for it. At any rate, she wished that she had been freed as Katrina had. She did not have a lot to say about it right now. As the two hustled her out of the dark cell, she saw a guard lying on the floor with blood flowing from his head, and she surmised that Fernando had prevailed over him. After several turns, they ran into another guard, and Fernando quickly dispatched him with his knife. Stacy's heart was racing with the danger, but she was dragged and pushed through a door to the outside. The jeep that they had arrived in was outside, and the key was in it. Fernando motioned that Katrina should put Stacy in the front seat, and as he ran around to he driver's seat, he threw her a length of rope. Fernando started the jeep as Katrina, still gagged herself, forcefully tied off Stacy's ankles, and moved into the backseat. Stacy looked into the backseat as Fernando drove wildly off, with no pursuit to see Katrina struggling with the strap on her ball gag, and having very little success. Fernando also looked back and asked, "Esta' cerrado con llave?" Katrina, bouncing back and forth in the backseat, nodded. Her ball gag had been locked on behind her neck! She leaned forward, and held the shoulders of Stacy so she would not fall out. They had made their escape.

Segment - AEJ N

After this binding was accomplished by whom Stacy supposed was the assistant, he looped a length of the thin cord about the necks of both Stacy and Katrina and tied them together. The he tied a longer cord to the rope that joined their throats. "Vengan!" he ordered, and then enforced his order before Stacy and Katrina had a willing chance to comply by pulling tautly on the rope, using it as a throttle to compel them toward his desired destination, in the same general direction as they had taken Fernando. Fernando was the last thought from Stacy's mind at the present. As she stumbled down the jungle road, she tried to look over at Katrina, being pulled along beside her with her own hands tied tightly behind her back, but Katrina, too, was paralyzed with fear, and was afraid to look over at her fellow captor for fear of reprimand from her captors. After several hundred yards, and after a bend in the road, the quartet approached an army jeep. One of the men took a knife and cut the cord that joined their throats, and allowed the noose around their necks, and the cord attached dangle as a handle. The elegantly clad Stacy and the simply clad Katrina were helped in, with Stacy in the back seat and Katrina in the front seat. The man who had done the tight tying drove, and the man with the gun took the back seat with Stacy. The girls' ankles were tightly lashed together in a crossed position, in a manner that any excess movement would cause pain, but they were not gagged. With their bound hands and tied legs and no seatbelts, Stacy and Katrina found it difficult to maintain their balance in the open roofed jeep. They each feared that they might be thrown from the speeding jeep while rounding a turn. They were driven for mile after mile. The mountain wind blew against their faces and through their hair. Their captors were silent. In the back seat, the man who sat with Stacy kept a respectful distance from her, and in fact even once steadied her by holding her elbow as the jeep rounded a particularly dangerous curve. The driver was too busy with the mountain road to bother much with the tied Katrina, who had to cope the best she could, by turning her legs toward the driver, and sitting sideways with her bound hands toward the outside of the jeep. They approached the top of one of the many small mountains, smaller cousins of the great Rocky Mountains further north, and Stacy and Katrina both saw a city below with lights over a wide area. The driver stopped the car. The man in the backseat pulled a ball gag out of his bag and pulled Stacy over by forming a ponytail of Stacy's hair with his hand and pulling her over. He was rather rough with her, although she showed no signs of non-compliance, and he lifted the ball up to her mouth. She opened wide to receive it, and he placed it behind her teeth. He then pulled both the leather straps around her head and buckled them under her hair. Then he handed a gag to the driver to affix on Katrina. Knowing she had no choice, she leaned over toward him with her mouth open. He strapped the gag around her face and buckled the strap under her long dark hair. Katrina gnawed on the gag to adjust it in her mouth. The jeep slowly started and began driving at a slow speed through the outskirts of the city. There were not many people on the street, and those that were did not really seem concerned about the four figures on the jeep. If they had been able to see that the two girls were thoroughly trussed up and gagged, they did not so indicate, either out of fear or indifference. They pulled up to a warehouse-type of building, and the two men got out and went inside, leaving their two prisoners in the jeep. Katrina looked back at Stacy desperately, and Stacy returned her panicked glance, but thus trussed, there was nothing that either of them could do. The street appeared deserted, and they could not have called out even if there were anyone on the street. A few feeble attempts to move to a position where she could get at Katrina's wrist bonds left Stacy with sore wrists and ankles, frustrated, and breathing heavily through her nose over her mouth-filling black ball gag. Katrina tried to say something in Spanish through her gag, and Stacy tried to say "What," but even if they were not gagged, they could not effectively communicate with each other, and since they were, they could not effectively communicate with any potential rescuers. Three men came out of the warehouse, different from the men who had taken them in the wilderness and delivered them so effectively restrained. One man, reaching into the backseat, grabbed Stacy roughly and with quick hands and evaluated the manner in which she had been trussed up. Seeing that her legs were tied, he pulled out a knife, and expertly cut the thin cords that had been knotted so many times around and between her ankles. He pulled her from the jeep, and seeing that a thin cord hung as a convenient handle from her throat, he wrapped the cord around his fist as a throttle. Katrina was subjected to much the same procedure, and the two were lead into the warehouse. As the prisoners were lead through the building, business-like office hallways gave way to cavernous darkness, and then to a dingy small storage area. They were taken through a door, and both Katrina and Stacy were shocked and terrified to see a space of prison cells. They could not tell how many, but there were more than five, there maybe were ten or more. As they were lead past, Stacy caught a glance of another young woman, with long dark hair, in an evening gown, with black kid leather gloves, lying hogtied and sobbing wildly on the floor of a cell. She imagined that this unfortunate woman had been taken at some formal affair. An evening of glamour had become for her a lifetime of hopeless bondage. Wanting to stop and see, she turned her head and was rewarded by a stinging tug on the thin cord tied to her neck. Both women, in their bonds, were photographed. First they were photographed with their gags in place, then the gags were removed, and they photographed without them. About twenty pictures were taken of each woman, from different angles, with close ups and full body shots.