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     Ann Stafford lay handcuffed to a rusty, steel framed surplus army cot.  She wore only
a dirty pair of bikini panties.  Her other clothes had been taken way from her.  
     She was imprisoned in a cement block building that had once been part of a sugar
plantation.  Now it was a hide out for the Fangs of the Cobra.
     Once the compound had been a neat and orderly place.  Trim shrubs and well heeled
lawns had provided a sense of order to the front part.  Processing yards laid out with
military precision made up the back half. 
     Over the years the jungle had reclaimed not only the fields but also the factory
compound itself.  Heavy foliage grew everywhere slowly taking back the land.  Plants of
all manners grew through the windows and even through weathered cracks of the floor.
     In the next room a heated argument was taking place and Ann was the cause of the
argument.  She had just been recaptured after an unsuccessful escape attempt. 
     The attempted escape had been an unplanned spur of the moment thing.
     They had decided, after six days, to let Ann have a bath.  The girl tasked to guard
Ann went to get a pack of cigarettes leaving Ann alone.  
     The woman had less experience, as a prison guard than she did as a kidnapper and
never considered Ann would run.  Ann had seen what looked like a chance to escape and
without thinking just took it. 
     What followed could have been a scene from a grade B woman’s prison movie.  Her
escape was soon discovered and an immediate chase ensured.  A scantly clad girl running
for her life from an enraged pack of prison guards determined to see her recaptured.  A
pack of baying bloodhounds was the only thing lacking. 
     She had left the building wearing only her cut off blue jeans and pulling her tank
top on over her head as she ran. 
     It was a hot day even for the tropics and Ann, after six days of confinement, had
not run far before the heat got to her.  Out of breath and exhausted from the heat the
world began to spin before her.  As the world around her spun faster and faster she fell
face down.  The tall grass at least cushioned the fall from the baked rock hard soil that
it grew from.  
     Her race through the grass had left an easy to follow trail.
     Less than fifteen minutes after her escape they had found her still face down where
she had fallen.
     Two of her pursuers grabbed her arms and dragged her back through the very path she
had just carved. 
     The actual kidnapping had been practiced many times and had gone smoothly.  But the
day to day upkeep of the prisoner was very difficult.  Everything had to be imported from
the small towns and villages near the old mill.  They feared attracting any attention to
the mill least a police informer would rat on them.  
     Since the plan involved taking her while she was on a weekend trip it was assumed
that simply taking her luggage would be enough to provide everything she needed until the
ransom was paid.  No one had considered what an American girl would pack for a romantic
weekend trip or the fact that it would take so long to get the money.  In their minds they
had though take her today and get the money tomorrow. 
     Few of the items she packed had any value at a makeshift jungle prison.  A
collection of tiny bikinis and evening clothes all proved too much for the mostly male
liberation band.    
     That left Ann with only the couple of changes of clothes her maid had provided them.
   
     The group was split three ways.  Some wanted to kill her.  Another successful escape
could get them sent to jail or worst.
     Some wanted to punish her somehow.  She was valuable property and had to be
discouraged from further attempts.
     The more meek members wanted to release her and end the thing. She could identify
too many of them so that were quickly outvoted.  
     It came down to punish her or kill her.  
     As so often happens money became the deciding factor.  Alive she was worth two
million dollars and dead nothing.  They needed the money. 
     The argument now became what to do with her.  They had chained her to the bed as a
temporary measure.  Keeping a hostage was proving a drain on their manpower.  Not everyone
could be trusted to guard her.  Some of the more aggressive members had been over come by
the pretty American with the, by Filipino standards, big tits and had made it clear what
they were going do with her.
     The leader decided that to maintain discipline in the group they would not be
allowed near the prisoner.
     He had confessed to his girlfriend that he thought it was a good idea but could not
allow it or they would turn into a band outlaws. She was happy to hear she didn`t have to
compete with a pair of 36B`s for his attention.   But being the product of an ultra macho
society she quietly worried that maybe her man wasn`t so mucho.
     The problem still remained as to how to deal with the escape attempt.  After much
heated debate it was decided that she would be beaten for misconduct as a people’s
prisoner. 
     A three-person delegation was dispatched to inform the prisoner of the decision that
had been reached.  The delegation consisting of the leader’s girlfriend and two men that
he trusted not to abuse the prisoner.  They entered the room where Ann was chained to the
cot.  
    In mock politeness the girl laid a shirt over Ann`s breasts.  At first Ann was
grateful for the act of kindness.  The feeling left her as the girl made her speech.
     “We have held a legal court martial.” The girl started to speak. 
     Ann cut her off, “Oh fuck off with your legal court martial.  You assholes have kept
me here six days against my will. What’s fucking legal about that!”  
     The girl, a little angry at the smart mouth American, shouted, “Shut up!”  The
girl’s dislike of American women ran far deeper than just Ann`s attitude. 
     The girl regained her self and began again, “We have held a legal court martial and
tried you for your misconduct and attempted escape from legal arrest.  You are to be
punished for these crimes.”
     Ann again exploded, “Punished!  What the fuck do you think being chained naked in
this fucking room is?  The grand prize on Wheel of Fortune maybe?”