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CHAPTER ONE

In the basement of the a whorehouse known as "La Papaya", literally referring
to the succulent tropical fruit, but colloquially translated as "the slit" or
"the cunt", a young, naked, pale skinned, American girl peers out from a tiny
cage set in the wall. She is wearing a thick black leather gag and her hands are bound
behind her. She has little idea of where she is.

What she does know is problematic enough. She had found herself rescued from the clutches
of fiendish slavers by a nice little man in wire rimmed glasses. He had called himself
Irving. He and a slender but powerful man that Irving referred to as Jake, had found her
locked in a cage in a dungeon like prison under a barn near a farm house located somewhere
in Eastern Georgia.

Irving had explained to her that she was safe now. He had helped her shower and provided
her with clothes. The girl had been treated horribly in the "hole", as it was
called by her captors, and she believed that she had been abandoned to die when the man
and his cruel wife`s bodies had been unceremoniously dumped by unknown assailants into the
hole one day. She had seen the trapdoor shut and began to believe that she would starve to
death locked in her little cage well before anybody ever found her.

It was with joy that she had found herself liberated. Irving had explained to her that
she could not go home quite yet because it would endanger their `mission` to save another
girl named Maddy who had passed through the Georgia farm on her way to sexual slavery.
They would find a hospital or sanitarium somewhere where she could be held incommunicado
until the `mission` was completed. Irving promised that he would come to get her himself.

An ambulance had come and she was hustled off in it. She was given a shot to "calm
her nerves". The next thing she remembered was that she was lying in the back of a
van, naked, gagged and hooded. She surmised that she was in Mexico when she was finally
removed from the van and hustled into a warehouse. The unmistakable sounds of Spanish
surrounded her as her body was poked and prodded. Despite her futile protests through her
gag, she was raped repeatedly and then thrown in a cell.

After about three days, the girl found herself packed in a big wooden crate and back on
the road. In the next warehouse, the cells on either side of her were occupied by
frightened Russian girls. The one on her left spoke a limited English, and the girl was
given to understand that her two companions had thought that they were going to be
smuggled into the United States to get jobs as maids.

The three girls were, after a few days, packed into small cages that were lifted on the
back of yet another truck. Naked and locked in their tiny steel prisons covered by canvas
tarps, the trip took what seemed like forever. The truck bounced and jerked over pothole
filled roads at an agonizing pace. The women were fed and allowed to go to the bathroom at
various intervals, paying for this service with their wide open lips or their widespread
thighs. On the evening of the third day, the girls` cages were unloaded from the truck and
brought into the basement of the mansion in which she was now resident. The Russian girls
were jammed into small cages alongside her.