NationStates Jolt Archive

William sat at his desk working when Liam came storming in looking very mad. "What is this?" He shouted as he threw a datapad on his desk. William looked at it and emediatly knew what it was. "Oh. That's nothing. I just want to find out what's going on." He said dismissingly. "Are you crazy? With the things going on right now? Besides. These operations are led by "them". They know what's in the best security interest for us." Liam said hitting his fist on the desk. "Listen! You are my most trusted. But that does not mean you have the right to question my judgement. This mission will go according as planned. If you like it or not. Now I suggest you get the hell out of here before I find myself someone more obedient." William screamed at him jumping out of his chair. "Sorry for my foolishness m'lord. I will make the arrangements." Liam said as he left the room.


It was a dark night. A dying moon and much cloud cover made things as dark as it might get.
She has been swimming for a few hours now. Slowly making her way to the Um Lizaan coast.
She was dropped with a hangglider from a plane far away from the borders. And she glided as far as she could to the coast. Then when she hit the water she started swimming. The cold water din't bother her, she was more then capable of controlling her body temperature.
Finally she came near the coast. Slowly getting out of the water, making sure not to be seen. When she was sure that there was no one around she walked onto the beach. Carrying two large duffel bags and a backpack. She now set out to find anyone of the Um Lizaa/Iraqstan Liberation Comittee.

A few days later.

She found someone and quickly gave him a small satchel filled with credits for the Liberation Comittee.
She gained a little respect of the Comittee but was still watched carefully. An outsider that suddenly appears and starts funding them isn't someone easilly trusted. But her money was very real, and she gave them much of it. Her two duffel bags were filled with credits. To everyones suprise she din't have a hard time lifting it.
She now lived in an Um Lizaan village, in wich she helped the Liberation Comittee anyway she could. From building things, to treating wounded. But this was not her real mission.

ooc: She is a geneticly enginered secret opperative. She is very strong, smart and very much in concious controll of all of her bodilly functions. But she isn't very much a sociable type. She is what men would call drop dead gorgeous though. Her real mission is to find out as much she can about exactly what Iraqstan is doing to the Um Lizaans.

Gaining the trust of the Liberation Comittee the woman slowly becomes more and more sought out, a man comes to her house one day and lets himself in sitting down at the table he clears his throat and speaks in a rustic melodous voice "I've had reports from subordinates that you've come from outside um lizaa, from outside the holy empire. Outside help has never been viewed with great thanks due to most of it being plants by the führer" he states flatly whilst fingering the sidearm at his waist.

"Now you've tended to our wounded, built us many things offered monetry support and still the only happenings in this town are the odd PSS fly over and removal of individuals during the night. What I want to know is who are you? why have you come? answer these questions and you will recieve more in the way of open trust."

He sits back and crosses his legs waiting patiently for the woman to speak a glint of defiance shines brightly in his eyes.

The woman tries to smile, but it's clearly something she isn't used to doing. Nor is comfortable with. "My name is Jean. I have no last name. I have come to help you fight the Iraqstani opressors. They are a thorn in my side." She says staring deeply into the mans eyes with her own. The color of her eyes seems to shift from blue to green all of the sudden.
"You are a handsome one." Jean says in a husky voice. Seeming to be a bit more open now from her usuall closed self.

Shifting slightly in his seat the man chuckles and looks away from jean "And what pray tell have these murderous hounds done to you? They have been more concerned with killing their own and enslaving us to look outside these borders."

He leans closer and whispers softly "Rumours have been spread about people from other lands coming and destroying much of what we once had...." before leaning back and raising an eyebrow "Are you but just another line of destroyers to our lands? If so allow me to show you the door." Watching Jean closely the man gives her a once over before settling back in a more open manner.

"They have a Nazi untermensch like policy on the Um Lizaans. I want to see that dissappear." She says and crawls a bit closer to the man. "I am not a destroyer of your lands. I am a destroyer of Iraqstan oppressors. The Um Lizaans should be free." She says and places her hand on his leg. "Is there anything else you want of me?"

Chuckling softly the man takes Jean's hand and moves it back to her own leg "One person against a regime stronger than ever...good luck little lady.... As for anything else, I would have you continue to work as you do. I will return soon with a mission if you are ready to be trusted by us all." As he stands he flashing a wedding ring and smiles softly before leaving he calls over his shoulder "Seduction isnt something held high in the liberation armies, ranks are given by merits and acheivements not by pleasure and looks Jean...remember that." with that he walks out and disappears into the milling crowd.

Jean scolds herself for not being observive enough. She would only seduce young men who do not have a relationship, and have been away on a mission for a long time. From now on. It would at least gain her the love of the lower ranking men. She just wished the Iraqstan would come here for her.

My Führer Carlos Quil'Raya

Heil,

It has come to my attention a lady from outside the holy empire has infiltrated and placed herself amongst the general population of cell camp 443A she has delivered vast amounts of money and medical aide to the terrorists there. Recommendation retrieval for interrogation with the rest of the villiage targets this coming weekend.

Regards.
Lieutenant Commander Saks Vil'neve

Sitting back Carlos thinks on the suggestion for a moment before picking up the phone "Green light on villiage raid you have been sent the dossiers on all persons to be tagged and extracted." he states before hanging up.

3 days later

The standard troop listings for night time raids awaits the final green light before storming the villiage, the darkness around them conceals all but the small hand held lights shining vibrantly through the darkness. Troops run all about silently preparing for the coming attack. "Ok Teams 3 and four are charged with picking up the foreigner the rest target and neutralise all other suspects as quickly as possible. This place is a rats nest waiting to explode but we dont want to fight it just yet we need the info from this place." getting curt acknowledgements the commander nods and whispers "Green light, repeat Green light"

As one the teams mount up and move into the villiage silenced weapons taking down guards and pedestrians quickly and quietly. Stopping at houses all through the villiage teams begin picking locks and storming houses no words nothing except the odd flash of light and a muffeled gasp as people are taken.

Teams three and four wait silently outside a small house near the center of the villiage the location of the foreigner checking their weapons and other devices to neutralise the person they silently creep up to the door and begin picking the lock completing that the door swings open and they glide in fanning out and moving towards the bedroom.

"Hecto, take left, Emmers right and silver center rest follow you three take stun gas and binders." the team leader whispers as the troops move silently towards the bedroom....

Jean was awoken by the sounds. A natural smile appeared on her face. Her true mission would start soon. She quickly got back into bed and pretended to be asleep. She would only give a mock resistance to the soldiers. Acting as girly as she could. The fact she was naked would distract the soldiers from her not perfect acting for sure.
Now all she needed to do was wait...

Motioning via hand signals the commander halts the advance at the bedroom door signaling the three point troops to enter quietly he steps back and covers them with his assault rifle. The three slip in one after the other going left right and center they scan the room and find their target asleep in her bed.

Signaling the all clear the rest of the team fans out and another 3 enter the room along with the commander who nods and the three point troops move silently towards the lady and reach out in their hands the binders meant to secure prisoners.

Acting as one they jump the lady and strip back the sheets revealing her naked form. Faltering for just a second too long they realise their error and prepare to silence an alarmed lady.

Jean trying to act as girly as she can screams out on the top of her lungs as she covers her breasts and private parts. Kicking with her legs at the soldiers. It proved to be quite a useless action. But then again she realy wanted to be captured.

Cursing loudly the commander barks orders "Shut this woman's screaming up now damnit!" flinching at his words the three guards jump the woman two securing her arms above her head the other pinning her legs as the third moves in and places a gag over her mouth. Following that he ties her hands together with small plastic binders meant to hold prisoners in extreme pain as he moves down to her legs binding them the same way he looks up and nods meekly.

"Target secured sir, apologies for slow actions" he mutters. The commander smirks and shakes his head "NEver mind son, a naked woman is always an startling discovery on these raids just get her out of that bed and onto the trucks the führer wants to talk to her.

Getting muttered acknowledgements the soldier picks the lady up by the arms and begins to drag her out into the night not caring that her body is exposed to all.

Jean followes the soldiers. She also starts to cry and urinates as she is being dragged by them to the truck. All the while she slightly struggles against the soldiers hold of her.

Ignoring the mess the woman makes as they drag her out the guards dump her uncerimonously at the base of a truck and one rears back and plants a kick into her ribs "Silent whore, your crying wont save you" he spits out as another two guards rush forward and lift her into the truck.

All around the troops lights begin to flicker on as people are awoken by the piercing sobs of a woman in distress quickly ordering the troops to fall back the commander jumps in the truck with the prisoners and three guards and sets off down the road leaving behind them a terrified and angry villiage.

Jolting to a stop the truck arrives at the first of two stops where guards rush forward and begin draggin women and men from the trucks pushing kicking and beating them into submission before dragging them into lines for processing. Left in the truck lay three people Jean, a man wearing a defiant look and a woman with a look of such fear in her eyes that the world would melt with sorrow.

Looking over them the commander sneers in contempt "You three are the lucky chosen the führer will enjoy talking to you" he snarls as the truck once more moves on....

Jeans eyes opened wide at hearing she was to talk to the Carlos. This was going a lot differently then was planned. But she would improvice.
Not to arrose suspession she starts to struggle against her bonds and kicks around her. Trying to get some space and then crawl as far as the guards would elt her to the end of the truck.

laughing in contempt a guard simply steps on the back of her legs effectively halting her advance "Dont even think about it woman, these guns are not here for show n tell. It'd be a damn shame to burn such a pretty body but if we must we must...you'd just disappear understand?"

Sniggering the guard roughly drags her back to her spot as the truck continues to drive onwards.

Jean just sits there quetly sobbing in the back of the truck. She even moved as far as she could into the corner to give the appearence she wanted to get as far away from the guards as she could, and hide from them.

Effectively ignoring Jean for the rest of the trip the guards take turns in watching the prisoners and sleeping off to the side as the truck drives on and on the other two prisoners sucumb to sleep and rest in a constant state of terror.

After many hours of travel the truck jolts to a stop and the guards kick their prisoners awake "Time for a change scum" one guard mutters as he forcibly hauls the woman up and out of the truck pushing her along he leads her towards a military jet with a full guard detail.

Pushing her up the ramp the guard exchanges good natured humour with his comrades and violently throws Jean into a seat and takes up position off to the side his eyes watching her and the other two.

After a few minutes of waiting the plane gets it's clearance to take off and begins it's trek accross the seas to the holy land itself.....

the jolt of the plane landing awakens the charges once more as the plane rolls to a stop the rear ramp is lowered and the prisoners once more dragged into a waiting truck they drive for a few hours and stop outside a military facility deep in the heart of Iraqstan. As jean is dragged out of the truck she can see Carlos standing off in the distance discussing things with the commander who over saw her capture.

Turning towards Carlos the guards drag her forward the other two sent to other buildings for their own interrogations, leading her inside the guards drop her naked and bound into a wooden chair and leave the room a few minutes later the door opens and a man wearing the cross of the empire on his left breast walks in and sits down. Smiling he begins to speak "We already know your name Jean so you have some choices before you Co-operate with us and we will let you go back to your own contry, co-operate with us but lie and you disappear from all official records for eternity and spend the rest of your life a slave in one of our many mines or thirdly you refuse to co-operate and learn first hand what the holy empire does to spies and terrorists."

The man sits back and innocently toys with the pistol at his side as he waits for an answer.

Jean tried to speak but she was still gagged. When her gag was removed she said. "I wont talk."

Sighing he stands up and turns away for a moment "You silly girl, it's just a matter of time. I'm a forgiving man else I would not be where I am today just speak and you can go hom......" turning back around he stares at her with a detached and distant look his hands clasped behind his back.

"Let me spell that for you. I W-I-L-L N-O-T T-A-L-K."

Chuckling Carlos walks forward and leans down his face inches from her then suddenly he lashes out and grabs hold of her head slamming it into the desk he lifts her head up once more and lets go blowing away the strands of hair he ripped out.

"My dear little whore, you will talk, you will tell us everything... I know you will" he states before walking over to the door he opens it and steps outside locking Jean away in the cell.

"commander Starve her for a while then initiate protocol four." he states to the commander who salutes and rushes off to issue orders. Carlos for his part walks to the viewing room and sits back to watch the proceedings with glee.

Over the course of the day a guard enters the room and taunts her about how her country has betrayed her, she has betrayed her purity and that she will forever be soiled. As he does this he randomly selects points of her body to whack with a long rubber pipe repeatedly doing this until the sounds of the rubber hitting flesh is unbearable he then leaves. This process is to be repeated every four hours or until she breaks and prepares to tell all.

Jean took the punishment quite well. It wasn't like she had her nerve endings register pain while she was being tortured. She even yawns a few times while she is being tortured. "Come on. You can do better then that. Hitting someone with a rubber pipe. Wow."

Opening the door Carlos walks in and clicks his tongue against his teeth before sitting down at the desk "So my dear Jean, will you co-operate or do we have to actually start trying? Really my dear it would be better for all of us if you gave up this false sense of nobility and began speaking all you know."

Standing up Carlos walks over to the door and opens to recieve a large folder from a guard outside. Walking back over he sets the folder in the table and opens it. Nodding to a guard whom removes Jean from the rack she was strung up too and sits her back down her hands and feet once more tied to the large metal desk.

"Look at these pictures Jean and see what the um lizaa liberation comittee has done to women and children in the holy land and Um Lizaa.... Look at what you are supporting with your money and aide you filthy little vermin"

Jean looked over the pictures, "Mmm'ing" once in a while "And what your have done is the same and worse. You are an honorless and cowerdly swine! Attacking a nation and it's people with an army while they have non. Mistreating them once their land is occupied. It's no suprise they would rebel. And I will say it again one last time. I will not talk"

Sitting back Carlos chuckles and looks at her before reaching forward violently and slamming her head into the table and holding it there "You insolent little whore, you want to know why they were invaded? You want to see what they really do and why they deserve death?" he spits as he grabs for a set of images tucked underneath the folder spreading them out he grabs Jean by the hair and forces her to stare at images of women and children flash burnt and barely recognisable "Look at these pictures look at them! These are from three small villiages where your beloved rebels detonated nuclear weapons. They slaughtered over 10,000 people for no reason! This is justafiable? The people of Um Lizaa are protected from these apes by my forces!"

Snarling he slams her face hard into the table again before throwing her back away from him as if she was nothing more than a piece of junk stalking around the side of the table he kicks her violently in the ribs and drags her up once more by her hair "Tell me who you work for and what country you are from and you will live to see another birthday" he whispers before throwing her down once more and walking off brushing the tufts of hair from his hand as he goes.

Jean just sits there and smiles. "I will not give you the pleasure of having me talk. I will not give you the pleasure of hearing me scream." She says and closes her eyes.

Chuckling softly Carlos smiles at her as he gathers the file and photos "No you probably wont but I'm sure there are other ways you could give me pleasure..... Just Remember Jean we gave you the chance, we are giving you one last chance tell us what we wish to know and you can go free back to your homeland... I'm sure you can guess the alternative" he says as he walks out the door closing it behind him the lights turn out plunging the room into darkness.

Over the course of 3 hours the room's internal cooling systems are turned off and the heating systems turned on steadily raising the rooms tempreture in constrast to the pitch black a small speaker constantly repeats how she is betraying her honour in refusing to cooperate with imperial authority an that her soul is being defiled by the verminous plague that is the liberation comittee.

Jean started to sweat in order to keep her body cool. And the speaker was realy annoying but she was still able to ignore it. She decided now would be a good time as ever to get some sleep. So she lied down and fell asleep.

Watching the screen showing Jean sleeping Carlos snarls softly "Looks like we are going to have to start being totaly rough with her.....an introduction to acid and electricity might help......." he mumbles before writing down some more notes of her reactions to things.

Nodding to a trooper who in turn turns the heat off and reverses the process and slowly begins to freeze the room in a matter of minutes Carlos can see mist forming infront of Jean's mouth as the warm breath hits cold air.

"A few more hours of this then I'll go visit her again....." he mutters and walks off to prepare for his next encounter.

Jean wakes up noting the change in temperature. She shrimples up in a ball as much as she can. And falls back asleep. They wouldn't kill her just yet. So they wouldn't freeze her.

Carlos sits watching thinking silently to himself as the tempreture returns once more to normal standing up he walks out of the control room and back into jean's holding cell. Walking over to her he kicks her in the ribs repeatedly until she awakens. "Wake up you filthy whore" he spits as guards drag her back once more to the table sitting her down on an ice cold seat naked and chained. "Are you ready to speak? Or should I indulge myself on your body?" he simply states whilst holding a simple tape recorder. "Speak your full name, you nation of origin and your mission here and we'll see about letting you go. Refuse too and well...I'm sure you can guess the things that will happen."

Leaning forward he simply waits his eyes telling nothing and his posture one of uncaring and detachment.

Jean sits in the cold chair. She yawns and rubs her eyes. She fixes her hair a bit and then stares at Carlos. She smiles and says. "Such bad memory you have. I wouldn't talk remember?" After that she burst out into histeric laughter.

Chuckling Carlos leans forward again and smiles "My dear, you really should reconsider I dont with to have to kill such a visiage as you......" sitting back he idly toys with his personal sidearm and shrugs "Personaly I think your too afraid of these terrorists to liberate your own freedom. To think they oppose all that I stand for yet subvert and brainwash poor innocent people from another nation.... Oh wells, perhaps it's a good thing you wont talk. I'm sure your own country would be ashamed of your treacheries." Standing up Carlos walks to the door and pauses "Do think it over my dear, I'll put some better listening material on for you. And then I will return to explain the rules of my next little game." grinning softly he opens the door "I do hope you co-operate, you want to co-operate dont you? I know you do"

Jean sat in the chair observing the room. Not much for her to use as a tool or weapon of some sort. No means for her to release herself. She was in a tight spot. She would have to play this out well. If she spoke to soon she'd lose credibillity. To late and she might not survive.
She was determined to find out as much as she could about Carlos and Iraqstan. Especially the story's of workcamps she heard were interesting. But a terrorist is not a credible source.

She closed her eyes again and waited for the dictator to enter again.

Opening the door softly Carlos walks in and sits down his handgun in plain view putting the folder on the table he stands up checks the weapon and cocks the hammer.

Smiling softly he looks at her as he fingers the trigger gently the look in his eyes is not one of jokes or amusement. "I'm growing tired of this Jean, you will talk now or if you refuse these guards can relieve their tensions on you I'm sure that would be enjoyable...." shrugging softly he brandishes the gun "If you refuse to talk after tiring them out, I begin blowing holes in parts of your body until you talk or you die. Those are your choices" sitting back down he lays the gun in his lap and pushes the folder towards her leaning over he opens it up and nods.

"More footage from your loved Um lizaa liberation comittee these photos were taken three days ago, it's the aftermath of a car bombing in the villiage of Keth'rali. 150 women and children died in this attack. women and children that had nothing to do with the holy empire. How can you support these monsters? all you have to do Jean is tell us where your from, what your mission is and you can go free."

Sitting back Carlos looks expectantly up at her and once again toys with the handgun.

"And kidnapping woman and children who have nothing to do with the Liberation isn't a monstrous act aswell?" She snarls at him and spit in his face.

Wiping the spit from his face Carlos simply sits back and smiles "My dear poor miss guided Jean, those women and children that were arrested where indirect associates of the ULC they housed them, supported them let their children be trained to blow themselves up.

They are just as responsible as the terrorists themselves are families of the terrorists are also being arrested and interviewed. Now you have one last warning talk or you begin to know the true depth that Iraqstan will sink to, to gain information. I assure you my dear Jean I nor my people are civilised we are anything but civilised and we will strive to show you that in time....."

Sitting back Carlos waits once more his hands working over the barrel of the handgun idly.

"And the citizens indirectly support your fascist rezime. By paying your taxes." She says and turns her face as far away as possible from Carlos.

Sighing softly Carlos stands up gathers the files and nods to a guard who walks in with a smug grin on his face "I hope this doesnt hurt much for you....." standing off to the side Carlos looks away as the guards less than gently haul Jean to her feet and strap her spread eagled to a wall.

The door opens once more and in comes a guard pushing a large tray filled with various assortments of blunt weapons. Stepping back into jean's view Carlos smiles softly.

"Were you male we would of already beaten that area quite frequently and administered rather interesting electrical introductions. But instead I'm sure my guards will be inventive."

Stepping back once more Carlos sits down and watches as the guards take turn beating jean's legs, arms and upper body with an assortment of bats, pipes and other tools sometimes opting for their hands and feet they beat her for 10 minutes.

"Enough" Carlos states as he stands up and walks over to Jean running his fingertips down either side of her face he leans in and licks her cheek softly "Where you in any different situation I'd be compelled to invite you to my bed Jean....but I dont pleasure myself off of filthy scum like yourself.

Tell us what we want to know and we wont resort to breaking bones and blowing holes in your body."

Stepping back Carlos waits for her to answer

Throughout the entire process all Jean did was oompf when she got his in the chest. She din't even hint if she was in pain or not. "Ha! You would have to force me with an army if you wanted me to go to the bed of a monster like you." She speaks loudly and laughs. "They also say people as eccentric as you are small equiped." She says, clearly trying to agitate Carlos. "Now I think I'll go take a rest." She yawns, closes her eyes and puts her head back. Looking like she was asleep.

Chuckling softly Carlos simply steps back and smirks "Small equipped eh.... I'm sorry my dear jean but your words have done nothing" lashing out Carlos snags Jean by her hair and slams her head into the wall three times before continuing.

"Now if I were to compel you to my bed room whore you would do so without any resistance know that. Your life would be mine to please myself on if I wanted it." pausing he slams her head against the wall again and continues "your going to talk little girl and your going to tell us everything we want to know." stepping back Carlos simply brushes the hair from his hands as if it were dirt sullying his clothes and waits patiently.

"Ha! Me go willingly. You have a good sense of humor Carlos. But your memory is bad. I will not talk remember."

Sighing Carlos steps back "Obviously you've been well trained it seems lets test your internal systems now eh?" stepping back to a wall mounted intercom Carlos presses the button "Bring in units five and six please" recieving a curt acknowledgement Carlos walks back over to were Jean is tied up and smiles.

"We'll give you a basic run of drugs here and see the effects they have on you, I must warn you that you might experiance some interesting visions but I dont think you will be permenantely harmed..." Carlos trails off as the door opens and another cart is wheeled in on it lay different trays of drugs and needles.

"Now do you care to divulge this information I know you want to give up or should we see how well you can handle drugs?"

"Oh drugs. How quaint. Is this how you get your people to pay your taxes?" She laughs.

shrugging softly Carlos takes up a needle and stabs it into jean's arm and injects the drug into her blood stream. "If all goes to plan my dear, you'll start feeling as if your body is slowly losing all feeling to itself, it'll start with your feet and hands slowly working it's way up until you lose feeling of your entire body. We've even had people suffocate themselves to death on this after excruciating hours of creeping numbness."

Standing back Carlos simply waits and repeats his questions "What country are you from and why are you here? tell us this and you will live."

"Hmmm. Nice drug. But please. It only works on weak minded. Do you honestly beleive I am weak minded. Now in a few seconds I'll be unable to talk with you because my mouth will go numb. So I have one last thing to say... Small fry." She says and laughs untill her mouth goes numb.

Chuckling Carlos just sits back and watches without any interest and sighs "My dear, just tell us what we want to know, I'm sure your growing as bored as I am with this whole ordeal. Tell us what we want to know and you can go home.... Away from all these problems these annoyances and we can all go back to our normal lives."

Looking over at her Carlos chuckles "Of course we can continue these terribly boring experiances until you decide to talk, but I'm sure your masters are worrying about you. The effects should wear off in an hour or so so you have until then to think.... just yell out when your ready little one."

Nodding to the guards Carlos motions for them to leave her tied to the wall and walks over and once more runs his tongue over her cheek and whispers in her ear "I will definately have to get you into a bed with me my dear....the thought of conquering such a mind is quite intoxicating." straightening up Carlos simple smiles and walks out leaving the guards to clean up and place an audio player beside Jean which plays constant iraqstani propeganda and berates her for being a traiterous vermin. In front of her sits a screen constantly displaying images of women and children killed by the ULC and the words your traitors did this over and over.

Jean says nothing when the drugs wear off. This is as good a time as ever to get some rest. So she closes her eyes and keeps her mouth hanging as if the drugs were still working. Hoping to get a bit of rest.

Giving Jean an hour more rest than normal Carlos walks back in and violently kicks her awake "time to talk my little wench" he simply states as he drags a seat over to her and sits down. Crossing his legs and absently taps a cattle prod against his hand and smiles sardonicly.

"I'll ask once more, what country are you from and why are you here?" standing up he sticks the prod to her left leg and sends a jolt of electricity through her body. Stepping back he looks at her with questions in his eyes.

"Hey! I was sleeping peacefully. You Iraqstani have no manners at all."

Shrugging Carlos places the Cattleprod against Jean's stomach and jolts her again this time lingering for longer than usual. "Manners are for the weak wench, tell us what we want to know."

"Why should I do you the pleasure? It isn't like a brat like you deserves to get what he wants."

"Why shouldnt you? It's not like either one of us will be gaining anything from this deal, except maybe your life." Frowning slightly Carlos turns the power up on the cattle prod and rests it against her most tender part and looks up "Now tell me what I want to know....."

"You wouldn't dare to be so honorless to defy a woman's sanctity like that." She hisses at him.

"Honour is in the eye of the beholder Jean.... of all things you should know that. Now tell me what I want to know or you will see just what I am willing to do." Holding the prod in place Carlos looks expectantly into her eyes his finger edging towards the trigger of the prod ever so slightly.

Jean looks madly at Carlos and spits in his face. "You are nothing but an honorless swine."

Shrugging off the action and accepting the offered wipe from one of his guards Carlos casts a feral grin towards Jean as his thumb presses the trigger sending jolts of electricity into her most tender of spots.....

"I warned you Jean...now tell me what I want to know"

[OOC: Warning, the following post may offend some.... Also it has been posted after being RP'd out elsewhere.]

As Carlos shocks Jean. The stunning effect of the catleprod effects her bladder and sphincster. And she releases all of their contents.

Sneering in contempt Carlos simply moves the cattleprod away and looks at her with disgust "My dear Jean, you cant even hold yourself back..... and here I thought you had strength" pressing it back against her he looks up at her again "Now, will you tell me what I want to know?"

Jean has a few tears rolling down her cheeks. And she madly looks at Carlos. Again she spits in his face. This time stricking his lips. "You animal!" She screams at him and spits on his lips again.

Carlos simply sneers and presses the cattleprod's switch once more sending jolts through her again "An animal yes, but one that wants to know what country you are from, and why you are here. Tell me that and this will all stop my weak little Jean"

Jean starts to slightly sob. But her madness greatly supresses it. She takes a few minutes to gather her thoughts again and she looks down on Carlos again. She notes he still has the spit on his face, and she promptly increases the amount again.

Carlos just smirks and wipes his face with his free hand and looks back up at her "you do know this isnt getting me what I want, and you getting out of this compromising position"

"Ha! I would never give you what you want. Now go and shock me again like the animal you are." she says

Carlos smirks and lifts the prod to her mouth and rubs some of the fluids onto her face "Now you are an animal too jean, smothering yourself in your own fluids....." placing the prod back in place he shocks her again and again an ever present sneer of contempt on his face

Jean's sobs increase with time. She senses his shocking is coming dangerously close to damaging her internal organs. And she wants to, and has to survive this. "Okay I'll talk!"

Carlos simply smiles and pulls the prod away wiping it against her thighs and stomach before dropping it to a tray "Knew you'd see it my way. Now tell me where are you from and why are you here?"

"I... I am from Whispering Voices. An... And I was sss.... ss'end here. To get you from goverment. So the people c.. could beleive in.... god again. Instead of.... the fake Sirithil." She says.

Carlos simply smirks "My dear, that was foolish of them.... you should know that I am untouchable." shrugging softly Carlos nods to a pair of guards who step forward and untie her from the wall first her hands which they bind up again and then her legs and carry her back to her seat. "Now my dear is there anything else you wish to tell me?"

"Yes. I will be glad never to see your ugly face again. Or do you any pleasure. Now I'll be off home." she says. Smirking Carlos steps forward and gently strokes her cheek "Aaah my dear Jean your not going anywhere for a good while.... atleast not until I confirm what you've said." Chuckling Carlos shakes his head "You should of done your homework my dear one, instead you'll be visiting a very special camp of mine I hope you enjoy hard labour because that's what you'll be getting"

"What? You lying godless son of a bitch! Let me go like you promised!" Carlos leans in and licks her cheek and ear before whispering "Promises are for the weak my dear Jean, you infiltrated my empire and broke my laws...." shrugging he stands back up and pats her head "Relax it's not like your going to die....."

Nodding to the guards whom pick Jean up once more and carry her to a room where they clean her up and allow her to get dressed in a simple grey shirt and grey long pants before walking her to a closed van and sitting in the back with her.

After a few hours worth of driving exhaustion sets in and Jean collapses into an uneasy sleep, kicking her violently in the ribs to wake her up the guards sneer and open the door and drag her out. Pushing her towards a waiting prisoner jet sitting her down they watch her intently as the plane takes off and flies her back to um lizaa. Landing on a military facility the guards hand her over to a group of soldiers who drive her to a large industrial camp getting out they deposit Jean in the warden's office and stand behind her.

The warden walks in dressed in a standard iraqstani military uniform and looks her over "Well she's rather raggedy and disgraceful but she'll do. I'm lieutenant Commander John Marsil Iraqstani Military Construction. I'm sure you'll find your stay here quite enjoyable."

"Enjoyable? This is a death camp. Whtat's to enjoy for me here? I'm going to work my ass off and probably die from sickness due to the fact of being: Badly fed, ill clothed and overworked. What possibly could you do that would make my stay here enjoyable?"

Laughing loudly the warden shakes his head with amusement "My dear poor little spy you've got your ideas mixed up, there are no death camps in the holy empire we do not believe in such blatant executions. In fact you will most likely recieve better housing, better clothing and better food than you did in that drab dirty villiage you lived in. Most definately better than the situation you were in before coming here..... Smirking slightly he points to the spot between her legs and snickers with obvious amusement.

"Here you will work, you will learn that the holy empire is just and you will learn your place within it in effect you will become one of us to a degree, the bonds of enlightenment will free you from your soiled and tainted ways and make you over into a true pure being."

Nodding to Jean softly he smiles and whispers "It is a great honour for one such as you...nobody has ever had the pleasure of working on the führer's warmachine...." chuckling he sits down and reads from a slip of paper.

"Firstly the rules, You will no longer address yourself as Jean from here on our you are simply worker #44327 you will address yourself as Worker 44327 when speaking with Guard details, escort details and night watchment. You will not speak out of context with any other workers. Food will be supplied every day at 9am, 3pm and 9pm there will be no snacks in between. Failure to work means alloted food for your working camp is removed for 3 days. Continued refusal results in disciplinary actions taken.

You will embrace the might of the holy empire and you will enjoy it. You may leave, these guards will show you to your dormitory. Good day my dear"

Standing up he opens the door and allos the trio to leave once outside the guards lead Jean towards a brick walled barred windowed dormitory with white walls and a high ceiling inside she is given a cott and a change of clothes and shown where the clothes wash basin is and where to take her showers.

"Are you new here?" a female voice asks from behind jean on the cott beside her. STanding up a willowy woman walks over and introduces herself "I'm Kanya Mirkola of Um Lizaa, I was selected for this duty because my husband disappeared 3 months ago. I'm sure you will find your stay here to be both beautiful and enlightenening. Do you need anything?"

"Ah yes. I'll be needing a place of privacy. Where I can at least be without eyes constantly prying at me." She says.

Kanya laughs and shakes her head softly "Oh you really are new here, we have no privacy because we are gifted with superb security nobody can harm us in here. It's great you'll come to cherish the security this place offers." she whispers as she sits down on her cott and giggles

"Where are you from? what is your name?"

"I was Jean. And now I am Worker 44327. Where I am from is of no concern now. Now excuse me while I take a shower."

She grabs the clean clothes and walks to the showers where she cleans herself of. Thinking how she's going to transmit when there's no privacy.
After the shower she got dressed and tried to get some sleep before the guards came to give her a tour of the place. Probably a dirty and painfull tour.

The Public Security Service guards watch jean with a keen eye one following her discreetly to the shower blocks to ensure she doesnt escape or damage herself seriously.

when she's finished the guard walks in and clears his throat before pointing his plasma rifle at her and speaking sharply "Come on worker, it's time we showed you the ropes of this place." leading her out and towards a large manufacturing facility the guard begins filling her in on most of the working life of the camp. You will work for eleven hours a day manufacturing various items such as toasters, book shelves, furniture and buildings depending on your physical abilities. there are three meals over the course of the day, breakfast at 9am lunch at midday and dinner at 9pm.

at 6am you are to wake up and get dressed and make your cott and stand for inspection, at 7am is roll call where you will stand to attention for an hour and then proceed to recite the vows of the unenlightened and offer yourself up for enlightenment. Failure to do this will result in severe punishment both physicaly and food wise.

There will be a roll call at 10pm till 12am where you will stand outside with noting but a pair of shorts on and recite the same vows over and over as well as apologise for your actions against the state.

After that you will sleep. Work starts at 10am and finishes at 8pm you have an hour to clean up and prepare for dinner. Understood?"

Jean nods and goes back to her cott. It's not like she has much to clean, but she does it anyway.
She notices she hasn't eaten in a long time. And she's quite hungry. Patiently she waits for he guards to return and allow her to eat.

Her guards return and direct her towards the food hall where bowls are given out and large lines are formed at 3 different parts of the room into the bowl a spoonfull of brown beef stew is poured in, some mashed potatoes and a sprinkling of peas and beans before being directed towards a stand that has loafs of bred with a single serving of jam and butter a sign above the bread states Bread is part of morning breakfast and handed out during dinner time, do not squander or deplete your supply lest you go hungry in the morning.

Directed to a seat Jean is told to sit down and eat, her guards announce that from now on she is on her own and is expected to maintain staunch discipline and embracing of the Iraqstani superiority else her entire work company will suffer disciplinary actions.

at a table off to the side Kanya spots jean and waves her over a smile flourishing on her face "Worker 4432 over here!" she calls out only to recieve a sharp jab from a plasma rifle to the ribs.

Jean ignores everyone and just eats her food. It doesn't taste half bad. But she still needs to force herself to swallow it.
When done with her food she doesn't know what to do with the dirty bowl. So just to be on the safe side she cleans it. She grabs her bread when she's done and goes off to her cott and places the bread underneath her pillow.

A little later she goes to the showers. She turns them on and gets undressed. She get's under the shower and starts to wash herself. While doing this she get's a very small and nearly invisible metal string from underneath her nail. She takes it and carfully put it inside the far corner of her right eye.
By doing so she activates a tiny camera that is inside her eye. She'll record everything before transmitting it. The small chip has enough space to store multiple days worht of images. So that's nothing she has to worry about.

She puts the string back underneath her nail, turns off the shower and dries off. Then she get's dressed and waits for the rollcall.

A guard walks into the shower room where jean and a handful of other women are occupying and shouts out "Roll Call! Meet on the parade lawn immediately!" as one the women stand up and walk to the door Jean is forced along by the guard whom knows she's new to the place.

Once outside she is made to stand in a line with 9 other women and face forward she is then directed to march around the parade ground for half an hour before returning to her spot.

As she returns to her spot the Camp warden comes out with a megaphone and begins to speak.

"You ladies have been chosen for an honourable work for the führer, tomorrow you will be sorted into different work sectors the first will remain in camp and work at constructing the new industrial facilities here.

The second group will be taken off camp and given work at rebuilding one of the führer's mighty war factories there will be no switching groups. Now it is time for nightly recitals."

With that the Warden opens a large book and begins to speak the following text.

"I have defiled myself by refusing the might of the holy empire, by doing this I have personaly hurt and lessened the glory of the enlightened. To repay this slight against them I will work as hard as I can to build the tools of the modern world in order to obtain some form of purity. Through my work my sins will be cleansed and I will be given a second chance.

I openly will embrace the laws and ideals of The Holy Empire, to follow the Führer and to bow before the eternal goddess Sirithil, My sins have tainted the harmony of these lands and thus I will strive to remove their stains from the pure.

My life is forefeit should I fail to repay the debt incurred by my foolishness and I embrace this risk with open arms and an open heart."

Closing the book the Warden looks up and begins to speak once more "You will recite this for the next 30 minutes until lights out is announced then you will sleep and think on your defiled selves and strive to obtain the enlightenment promised by your work."

With that the Warden walks off leaving the hundreds of women to recite to guards and his distant ears.

Speaking in time with the other women Jean recites the words as she is told too for the next 30 minutes

"I have defiled myself by refusing the might of the holy empire, by doing this I have personaly hurt and lessened the glory of the enlightened. To repay this slight against them I will work as hard as I can to build the tools of the modern world in order to obtain some form of purity. Through my work my sins will be cleansed and I will be given a second chance.

I openly will embrace the laws and ideals of The Holy Empire, to follow the Führer and to bow before the eternal goddess Sirithil, My sins have tainted the harmony of these lands and thus I will strive to remove their stains from the pure.

My life is forefeit should I fail to repay the debt incurred by my foolishness and I embrace this risk with open arms and an open heart."

Repeating this over and over Jean begins to lose track of time but before she can think on it too long she is ordered to stop and go back to the dorm to think on her actions and to sleep heading back she heads to her cott and checks that her bread is still there before laying down and closing her eyes drifting off into a cautious and alert sleep.

Late at night, when all were asleep. Jean started a single burst transmission. Stating nothing but F3.

at 6am Jean and the rest of the dorm are woken up by a single gunshot outside their door "Wake up you lazy whores!" Some of the groans from the other women tell jean that the guard outside isnt one of their better liked guards.

Noticing none of the other women rush to the shower blocks Jean follows suite and dresses in her simple clothes once more, proceeding to make her cott up as crisply as possible she then stands in front of it and waits for the morning roll call to be anounced.

A siren outside begins to wail announcing Camp Roll call the women once more line up in rows of 10 and stand stock still for an hour before reciting the previous nights statements for the next hour. At 9am jean collects her bread from her under her pillow and heads to the food hall. Reciving a bowl full of warm oatmeal and a flattened stick to spread jam and butter over her bread she sits down to her meal.

Mid way through the meal the warden walks in and addresses the gathered ladies "As you recall lastnight you were told you would be splitting into two groups for different work. Workgroup A will be heading off camp to begin construction of a new weapons factory and Workgroup B will remain here and begin constructing the industrial plant extensions.

When your name is called out you will head to either the left or the right of the room Group A will be on the left, Group B on the right."

The warden then begins listing off worker IDs alternating between first person A second person B until he calls out Jean's number "Worker 4432, Workgroup B" heading to the right she frowns slightly at missing the chance to get a location on an important facility.

Returning to her meal she finishes up and prepares for the work ahead of her. "Ok people workgroup B assemble in the parade ground Group A head to the gate." The warden yells as the ladies begin to file out under the watchful eye of the guards. Once she reaches the the parade ground she is roughly pushed into a line and prompty marched off to a part of the camp she has yet to see.

Arriving she looks about at the unfinished building with it's large smoke stack and is shown where to work and what to do, taking up her tools she begins constructing a part of the back wall near to where the huge furnance will sit.

Jean enters the warden's rooms. "You have called for me." She says. Nodding the warden sits beckons her to sit down "Yes, The Führer wanted to talk with you, to find out how you are going." motioning to the back rooms he nods for her to enter Jean enters the room and takes a seat. "The Führer here to see me? What an honor."

Chuckling Carlos steps forward with his usual two guard detail and smiles "An honour indeed my dear, Jean. I trust you are finding your time here productive?" "Very. But the conditions deffinatly need improving." Raising an eyebrow Carlos smirks "First complaint we've ever had about the conditions...your fed, housed and looked after what more do you need?" "Not to have to recite such a grim thing each morning and night. And not to be beaten aswell." She says and shows him a few bruises on her upper arms and legs.

Chuckling Carlos sits down in front of her and smiles "Discipline and recognising the errors of your former ways are nessecary to reach a state of enlightenment my dear, it is part of Iraqstani doctrine." "It's still against human rights. And don't even say it. Are there more things I must do to get your "enlightenment"?

Chuckling Carlos simply sighs "Abuse of human rights, if these scum werent so bent on defying laws set to keep them safe they wouldnt need re-education. And recieving enlightenment? My dear you have already taken the first step by asking how to achieve it. The embracing of all that is Iraqstani and pure is yet another step towards total enlightenment." Pausing Carlos licks his lips and continues "Belief in the racial superiority of Iraqstani peoples over all others is another step, and absolute faith and trust in our goddess lady Sirithil is yet a pinacle towards true pureity and enlightenment"

"That's it? There's absolutely nothing else I must do?" She says and adjust her clothes a bit. Making her figure stand out more. Eyeing her cautiously Carlos just laughs "There are many other means of attaining enlightenment and partial purity open to all, they just have to know how to reach out and grasp such things." "I see. Is there one I might be able to do?" Shrugging softly Carlos looks at her pointedly "Depending on how I felt, there might be but again that is up to myself. It'd take a big leap of faith in intent for me to even consider you as worthy of anything but my casual glance."

"Oh I see. I geuss you have nothing else to say. I am fine and thank you for your concern." She says and gets up from her seat and gets ready to leave. Clearing his throat Carlos motions for her to sit back down "Now I never said it wasnt a possibility Jean, I just need to find out how much of our ways you really have learnt... Just think embracing enlightenment and pureity could mean your freedom."

Jean shrugs and sits down again. "Then test me." leaning forward Carlos smiles "My dear, it must be shown through actions and honesty, words simply spoken are nothing more than words. I will ask just one thing though. If given the choice between your home land and Iraqstan herself which would you choose? the small opulently gifted villiage or town in the motherlands or what ever quarters you have back in your home land...." "I would choose the glorious Iraqstan." She says and smiles.

Chuckling Carlos sits back "Then we shall see my dear Jean we shall see, I will return to you in a few days if you prove diligent and intent on becoming enlightened then you will indeed get that which you seem to want..." "Can't you stay?" Smiling Carlos reaches out and pats Jean's hand lightly "Stay? My dear you are not ready for that sort of attention by me, there are still elements that need to be given up freely. Your work here has been quite good but I know you can do better. Show me you are proud to be a stepping point of Iraqstani Advancement and you will have much more of my time"

Jean sits and waits for Carlos to leave, or her to be tolled to. She just wishes she'd be able to get more footage of Carlos and his guard. Leaning back Carlos smiles at her and waves his hand dismissevly I will inform the work detail that you are to be permitted to leave camp with the off camp work details, I trust you enough that you wont try to run. After all where could you possibly hide here in the holy lands of Iraqstan? Where all are loyal to the banner and might of their Führer"

Jean says nothing and gets up and leaves. Carlos watches her silently his expression one of curiosity and a small amount of interest. Speaking softly "Ensure to have spotters and sky cams watching that detail, I dont want to risk losing her at this critical point" reciving a curt response the guard follows jean out and heads over to the phone and warden.

[OOC: Another fantastic pre-RP'd encounter yay! :D]

Jean's asleep in her bunk with the other women, and two guards walk in and kick her awake.
Jean wake's up gasping for air. "What do you want?" She says.
chuckling one of the guards motion for her to stand "The Führer wants to see you."

Jean complies and stands up. She straightens her flimsy uniform and wait for the guards to lead her.
One guard standing behind her the other nods and cuffs her hands. behind her back, leading her to the warden's offices they open the door and wait. "He wants to see you alone."

Jean is suprised he doesn't want any guards present and reluctently enters to room.
"Hello."
The room has no lights on as she steps into the room he begins to talk. "Just stop right there jean. For now atleast."
Jean stops and tries to see what's in the room, and if anyone else is there aswell.
A soft tapping noise can be heard from infront of her and Carlos' voice sounds from there as he speaks. "You've been quite diligent in your work. Impressive."
"I do my best." She says, still looking around.

"so we have seen, I must ask are you still believing that what we do is wrong? You've seen the work we give these people. The building they create which generates job in industrial complexes. We are their economy."
"Yes you are right. But I still feel oppressed."
"aaah my dear, that is just a mindset, look outside that arrogant opinion that the world functions with everyone equal. Look around you, look at the efficiency and productivity of this place."

"It is very effecient and productive. No one wants their work group to be out of food for a long time."
Chuckling loudly Carlos flicks on the lights showering the room in light. Looking at her he simply smiles. "Sleeping well I assume?"
Jean takes a step back and blinks trying to adjust to the light. "Yes. Untill I was so rudely awaken."
"Sometimes the best reactions are when people are not expecting things. Tell me Jean, what are your opinions of the holy empire now?"
"The holy empire is just and right."
"Rather quick response there m'dear, do you truly believe it? Oh and do sit down." pointing towards the chair oposite him he smiles softly.
Jean walks to the chair and sits down. She places her cuffed hands behind the back rest. "Yes I beleive it."
Raising an eyebrow he smiles "Really? I wonder, my dear maybe you would work better in one of our new industrial complexes."

"Maybe I might. You are the wise one here."
Chuckling Carlos sits forward and stares into her eyes. "What I must ask now is why were you here? What interest did your masters have in these lands?"
"I was here to gather intel on the Um Lizaan's and Iraqstani. And assist the Um Lizaan's for unkown reasons."
Chuckling Carlos leans forward "I see. Well my dear we cant have any bad comments on the relations now can we?" standing up Carlos walks around to perch on the table near her. "What could possibly make things more agreeable for your reports eh?"
"What do you mean?"

Shrugging softly Carlos smiles softly. "Are you prepared to accept enlightenment?"
"Yes I am!"
Laughing softly Carlos pats her head gently. "Eager little one, what would the people think if they knew that."
"They would be disappointed. But they do not know how great the holy empire is."
Smiling softly Carlos strokes her cheek. "You seem to be not losing much in the way of body structure my dear."
"I do my best to keep fit."
"Yes, hard work too hmmm?" Resting his hand on her shoulder he smiles softly and looks at her.

Jean looks at Carlos and quickly turns her head away shamefully. "Yes it's hard work. But I do my best."
Chuckling Carlos grabs her chin and forces her to look at him. "Your best Jean could be alot better. Tell me what else can you do?"
Her face is directed at his, but she looks way with her eyes. "I can survive well in the wild without anything to start out with. I can kill with my bare hands and a wide assortment of weapons. I am skilled at piloting many different kind of vehicles. But I can also do more homely things like cook, sow, clean and more. - Why do you ask?"
Shrugging softly Carlos runs an appraising eye over her body. "Just curious is all." leaning in he runs his tongue lightly over her cheek. "My, my you do clean well, all that filth and you still clean good."

Jean shivers lighty as she is licked. "Thank you. Like I said. I do my best."
Chuckling Carlos stands up once more and moves around the room idly running his fingertips over odds and ends. "Your best, mmm yes so I've seen." Looking over his shoulder he grins innocently.
:U-Uhm. W-What d-do you w-want milord?" She stammers. Feeling slightly uneased.
Chuckling softly Carlos shakes his head. "Nothing yet Jean my dear honestly." Pausing at the door he smiles. "Stand up for me."
Jean emediatly does as he says and stands up. She hangs her head shamefully and looks at the floor in front of her feet.
walking over to her he stands in front of her and smiles "Look at me jean, why are you all of a sudden so scared to offer something you clearly wanted to offer before?"

Jean looks up slowly and looks at Carlos' face and tries to smile. "I'm sorry. It's that I learned what a great man you are. And I am but a prisoner. Nothing compared to you."
Chuckling Carlos shakes his head. "No need for flattery Jean, we are off the record here. Oh and push your chest out."
Jean looks suprised and stares at Carlos. "Push my chest out?"
"Yes, those clothes are fairly hiding of physique."
Jean looks at Carlos and stands up straight and pushes out her chest, stretching the fabric of the flimsy uniform tight. "Does this please you?"
chuckling Carlos reaches out and runs his fingertip lightly over her lips. "sshh Jean, I'm curious. Just be silent."
Jean nods slightly and looks at Carlos' hand on her lips.
Smiling softly Carlos runs his fingertip down her chin and neck resting just above her breasts. "Are your hands hurting Jean?"
"Slightly. The work is hard and demanding."

Nodding Carlos calls in the guards. "Cuff her hands around the front for me please." Nodding to her the Guards uncuff Jean's hands and cuff them infront of her. "Thank you, you may go now." once the guards leave Carlos smiles again. "better?"
Jean smiles slightly and nods. "Yes, thank you."
"Good." Running his fingertips lightly over her arms Carlos smiles and looks at her again. "What would you give to the holy empire should I allow you to stay in the country?"
"All that I have to offer. And all that you want from me." She says.
Smiling softly Carlos lifts her arms up "Hold them there please."
Jean does as he says and holds her arms up, looking questioningly at him.
Carlos simply shrugs and resumes studying her body with a critical eye. "Any scars or body defects?"

"A few bruises from your guards. But no more then that. Thankfully I heal quite quickly."
Nodding softly Carlos frowns. "Turn around please."
Jean turns around and looks back over her shoulder at Carlos.
Stepping closer Carlos runs his hands down her back and sides resting them on her waist. "Strong physique indeed."
"I train well."
Laughing Carlos pats her backside softly. "Indeed you do." Stepping to the side into her vision he sighs. "I must go for now. But I will return soon. Perhaps you might have something that could work well for the holy empire."

Jean nods and smiles. "I'm sorry to see you go so soon. I happilly await your return." She says and frowns lightly.
Chuckling softly Carlos smiles. "I'll inform the guards to give you better clothes to wear. Ensure you keep yourself in trim condition my dear. You'll need it." Pushing her lightly towards the door Carlos steps back and waits for her to leave.
Jean turns around and walks away while looking over her shoulder.
Carlos waves quickly as the guards step into view and take Jean by the arms. Leading her back to her dorm they uncuff her and leave her to sleep once more.

[Another Rp'd out action. Warning Parts of it contain sexual references. If you get offended easily dont read on.]

Two guards walk in followed by Carlos who smiles softly and nods for her to follow him. Jean smiles and gets up. She walks up to Carlos and obediently follows him. Like the other times her hands are cuffed and she is made to sit in a chair. Once the guards leave Carlos turns to face her and smiles. "How are you doing Jean?" he asks "Very well. This light work is very nice. But now I need to jog a few kilometers a day to stay in shape. But I don't mind." Chuckling Carlos leans against the table. "you've been taking care of yourself yes?" he asks softly eyeing her criticaly.

"Yes. As I tolled you I jog daily to stay fit. And I thank you kindly for these clothes and make up." smiling Carlos simply shrugs "Think nothing of it my dear." walking around to her he looks over her criticaly and chuckles. "Your looking much better in those clothes I must say." "And they feel a lot better aswell." she says. Chuckling Carlos motions for her to stand up. "Let me look at you again." Jean complies and stands up. She pushes her chest out again like lest time. Making her breasts stand out very clearly in her green shirt. Smiling Carlos circles her looking her over with a critical eye. "Impressive."

"Thank you. It's nice to be wearing shorts with this hot weather." Smiling softly Carlos nods "Yes, but again certain conditions must be met with workers." Shrugging softly he motions her to raise her arms once more. Jean raises her arms again and looks at Carlos. Carlos steps forward and lightly runs his fingertips down the length of her arms and sides before chuckling. "I would take from you, what you could give freely or be forced too. That choice is yours. Know that if I uncuff you harm me and you would be killed instantly. I will leave that choice to you." Jean nods and looks at Carlos. "I wouldn't even dream of killing such a great man." Chuckling Carlos steps forward and unlocks one of her cuffs. "I hope not, but now the choice is yours. What you will give and how much will it entice me." Jean looks away shamefully. "I... I can't. I want to but can't." Raising an eyebrow Carlos smirks "and why not?" "I might be a spy. But I still am a good girl." She says softly.

Laughing softly Carlos looks at her. "My dear you've already stepped away from your old boundries, embrace this step of enlightenment. You will enjoy it." stepping forward he strokes her cheek. "Besides I dont think I could ever harm anyone as beautiful as you." Jean blushes and looks away even more in shame. "What must I do?" Smiling Carlos looks at her with intent obvious. "Use your imagination Jean." is all he says. Jean poders a bit. "No! I can't! I'm not a slut." Laughing softly Carlos looks at her pointedly "Yet you were so willing to offer it a few days ago? My how opinions change." Grabbing her by the arm he drags her into the bedroom and closes the door. "Now you know you want too the question is will you?" Jean takes a few steps back and trips against the bed's edge and falls onto it. "I can't. What would everyone think?" she asks "What would everyone think? They would think there is a woman with a desire to reach purity. There is a woman that knows her place. You would not be ridiculed Jean." stepping forward a step he looks down at her his eyes revealing his amusement.

Jean franticly crawls on her back to the head of the bed and curls up a bit and starts sobbing. "But... I'm still..." "your still what? You offered this to me once already, even when you knew nothing about me. Jean dont lie I can see you want this." "I was trained and tolled to seduce you. But I can't." She sobs. "I'm still a virgin." She says in barely a whisper. Raising an eyebrow Carlos sits at the foot of the bed. "And what better way than to give up such innocence by stepping onto a path that would ensure purity and blessings at the end of the road." Resting his hand on her thigh he looks at her comfortingly. Jean looked at his hand and stopped sobbing. Carlos runs his fingertips lightly along her thigh and smiles at her. "Really my dear, you will be better off."

"But what if a man I love that loves me back comes in my life. I can't offer him an impure woman." "My dear, you will not be impure, embracing the enlightenment of the holy empire will purify you beyond anything else." Jean looks up at Carlos' face. "D-do you-ou l-love me?" She stammers. Smiling softly Carlos reaches out and strokes her cheek. "my dear I dont offer myself up to just anyone you know... I am not a slut either." "I know. I just want to know if you love me...." She says "...aswell." she whispers softly. Carlos smiles and kisses her forehead "Of course I do dear." Jean smiles and looks into his eyes. "Really?" "Am I not a dirty slut of a prisoner?"

"Oh thank you." Jean said aloud. She jumped up and hugged Carlos tightly. Carlos tenses for a moment before wrapping his arms around her. "No need to thank me my dear." he whispers as he pushes her back against the headboard of the bed. Jean sat against the headboard and looked over Carlos attentivly. "I am yours to take... love." Carlos smiles and motions for her to undress for him. "You will be proud with your new found enlightenment my dear."

<fast forwarded for interesting thoughts for you all...>

Jean still having intimate contact with Carlos for several minutes starts to gasp and moan aloud as her orgasm hits her.
Reaching his own climax Carlos moans loudly into her neck as he tenses and releases. Gasping softly he rests against her relaxing his body. Kissing her softly he smiles into her eyes and strokes her cheek.
Jean looks at Carlos and smiles. "Thank you my love." She says. Kissing her again he smiles "No thank you." Laying beside her he holds her to him.

Wakeing up in the morning Carlos looks down at Jean and smiles softly before slipping himself from her grasp and leaving the room. Leaving instructions to have her placed in protective custody he tells them to inform her he will retrieve her soon. Leaving her a note on the pillow saying "Things need my attention you are removed from ative rosters be ready to transfer to a new place." Placing it beside her he leaves with a last look over his shoulder and a soft smile.

[OOC: Warning, parts here in contain explicit scenes if your offended easily click the back button on your browser. Good day.]

three guards burst in their weapons held ready Jean jumps up and looks suprised at the guards. "What's going on here?" Two of the guards point their weapons at her the other points it at her co-worker. Looking at the Co-worker one of the soldiers snaps. "You out. Jean stay right there." Jean stands up straight and looks questiongly at the man. "Tell me what the hell is going on here?"

As her Co-worker leaves another two guards walk in with a set of ropes and hand cuffs. Pointing their weapons at her the guard speaks quickly. "Strip or we do it for you and wont be friendly about it." Jean makes fists with her hands and stands in a defensive position. "No! I will not!" She screams and looks at the guards. She might be stronger then them. But she is outnumbered by to many.

Shrugging the two guards holding the restraints step forward and grab her arms. Pinning them behind her back another guard slings his weapon and steps forward. "Do it woman." Jean laughs a little and easilly frees her arms from the grip of the two men. She kicks the guard in front of her in the groin as she does so and she starts to punch the soldiers at her sides..


Reacting quickly the two remaining guards cock their weapons and train them on her. "One more move woman and we shoot you. Plain and simple." Jean stops and starts to laugh. "Silly men. Can't do anything without their guns." Keeping their weapons trained on her the two guards on either side stand back up and take the ropes and handcuffs. Binding her arms behind her they cautiously step back. "Guns or not, you will do as we say."

Jean nods and looks at the guard awaiting what he has to say. Nodding slightly the guard looks at his companions. "Strip her." Jean madly looked at all the guards around her and looked ready to strike again. Noticing her looks the three armed guards train their weapons on her. "If you value living Jean I wouldnt even think about it." the two guards cautiously move towards her and begin tearing her clothes off.

Jean does nothing as they strip her untill she is standing before them totally naked. Nodding the guard talking smirks. "Turn around. Lean over the table." Jean frowns and does as he says. Leaning over the table she looks straight forward though. Nodding again the two guards take more rope and tie her legs to the table itself causing her legs to be parted. Pushing her forward one guard runs the rope over her back and under the table. Tying her to the table. "You've been a naughty girl Jean..." the guard whispers as he steps behind her.

Jean tested the ropes and noted that they tied her down quite well. "What do you mean? I did all I was asked." Chuckling the guard leans down and sharply bites her shoulder. "Not everything Jean." Pausing for a moment Jean can hear the zipper of his pants being undone. "I'm going to enjoy this."

Jean growls like an animal as he bites her in the shoulder. And now that she heard him open his zipper she starts to move in her bonds. "I'm going to tell Carlos about this you know. I don't think he would like hearing about this."

The door opens softly and Carlos walks in, sadly he whispers. "He already knows Jean. You accepted your fate....now it must be done. Forgive me...." Watching sadly as the guard forces his way into her. "I'm sorry Jean...." he whispers as the guard pounds away.

Jean can not help but gasp out as the man enters her. She looks up at Carlos and tears start to well in her eyes. "But why?" Looking away in shame trying to ignore the grunts coming from the guard he whispers. "Because, I cant show sympathy to anyone..... They'd find a way to ruin me if I did... Jean I'm sorry."

Tears roll down her cheeks and she says nothing looking p at Carlos. She flushes and bites her lip as the man continues to pump into her. Turning his back to her Carlos stares at the floor his shoulders slumped in defeat. Behind her the guard begins to moan loudly and tense as he reaches his limit. Gasping loudly he finishes and steps back a smile creeping onto his face. "Next...." he mutters and smacks her behind sharply.

Jean growls again as she is slapped on the but. "Carlos look at me. Look at what you are doing to me." She says. This time she tenses her muscles as to not let the next man enter her.
Shivering Carlos turns around and looks at her. Looking into her eyes he ignores the guard stepping behind her and pressing against her opening. "Jean....please...dont fight this."

"I will fight this. I am yours and yours alone. I will not accept these pigs." She says and looks into his eyes with her own. This time they are bright green. Looking at the floor Carlos slumps in defeat. "You accepted this as fate....yet now you fight it." Grunting the guard switches from her womanhood to forcing his way into her behind.

Jean din't expect that and tenses those muscles aswell. Alas she reacts to late and the man slowly enters her virgin ass. Jean gasps out in horror as this happens. Shuddering with disgust Carlos looks away as the guard begins to slowly but forcefully pound into her. "I'm...I'm sorry Jean"


Jean catches her breath. "Carlos!" She screams. "Look at me damnit. Look at how your Jean is raped." Pounding into her harder the guard sneers. "shut up whore and take it like a woman." The guard groans softly "A woman wouldn't take it anally you pig. And no. I wont shut up." She says and looks back at Carlos. Shrugging the guard pounds into her sharply ignoring her once more. His back turned to her Carlos sighs. "Punishment must be dealt Jean..... I'm sorry."

"Then be a man and look at me." She cries. Turning to face her once more his eyes reveal a coldness she's seen once before. Behind her the guard begins to groan loudly, obviously nearing his limit. Jean looks up into his eyes and smiles. "Do you love me?" She asks.

trying hard to ignore the guards gasps as he reaches his climax Carlos looks into her eyes and smiles sadly. Yes....."> Jean looks up at him and smiles. "Then please make them stop?" Carlos Slumping slightly sighs. "Enough....she's suffered enough disgrace." Looking up sadly the rest of the guards grumble softly but obey. "Shall we untie her my führer?" the guard last to enjoy her asks. "I've nothing to fear from you Jean?" Carlos asks looking at her.

Jean looks up at Carlos and smiles. "I am yours." Nodding to the guards they step forward and untie her. Uncuffing her hands they step back and let her stand up. Jean stands up and makes a motion as if she's going to attack them. But only for the briefest of seconds before looking back at Carlos and smiling.

Reacting quickly the guards step back as the others train their guns on her. "Settle down all of you." Carlos snaps as he hands Jean her clothes. Looking away he sighs. "I wish you'd tell me where you were from Jean. My people are demanding another session with that cattle prod....."

Jean doesn't grab her clothes and lets them drop to the floor. "Then lets start that session. Shaking his head Carlos sighs. "I cant..... Just... Please think about helping us.... I hate seeing you put through such punishments."

"I hate it as much as you. But I wont let myself die. So get that prod out. I am ready." Shaking his head he presses his hands to her cheeks softly. "No.... Not now..." Kissing her lightly he turns and walks towards the door. "Get some rest....and clean yourself up."

Jean looks at Carlos. "Please now. Or would you rather see me raped again?" Shaking his head Carlos sighs. "I would rather neither, but I will not allow you to put yourself through such indignities. Just as I am not allowing you to be touched again....." Reaching for the door he looks over his shoulder. "rest...we will talk later."

"Carlos!" She screams at the door. Flinching he turns to look at her. "Jean....dont...please" She walks over to the door and Carlos and gently whispers in his ear. "I want you. I want to forget these pigs and remember only you."


Pushing her away gently he chuckles. "Not like this...Clean yourself up first....." "But Carlos. This isn't my house." She chuckles. Chuckling Carlos pushes her back towards her clothes. "Then go home Jean. I will visit once you've rested and cleaned up."

Jean smiles and takes her clothes. "Untill then my love." Nodding he walks out the door and into a waiting Car disappearing into the surrounding city.

[ooc: yes yet another explicitish post if you get offended look away. Enjoy otherwise.]


knocking open her door four guards walk in and point weapons at Jean. "Your coming with us." is all that is said. Jean complied and stood. "Where are we going?" She said. Smirking one of the guard points to the door and the waiting prison truck. "To see an old friend about some things."

Jean walked to the prison truck and climbed abort. "How is Carlos doing?" Two of the guards sit in the back with her the other two take up positions in the cab. Looking over his shoulder one of the guards smirks. "He's doing fine. You'll have time to talk to him when we arrive."

Jean smiled and shiverd a little. "It's a bit cold at night. Don't you have anything to keep me warm?" She said. Laughing the guards shake their head. "Deal with it lady. We arrive you'll have plenty of time to get used to the cold." Pulling into the large military prison facility the guards open the door and step out turning around they point weapons at Jean. "Step out slowly and put your hands behind your back."

Jean smiles and walks over to the guard and simply kicks the gun out of his hand. "Now you see what I mean. Best tie my feet together aswell." She says with a smile. Shrugging softly he has another two guards cuff her feet together and retrieves his gun. "Difficulties mean nothing to us little one. We know exactly how far your favour with the Führer extends..." motioning for two guards to walk her along he turns and enters the facility. Walking down the halls he stops infront of a bland door which opens automaticaly into a dimly lit room. Off to the side Carlos stands his back turned to face them. "Sit her down please." Is all he says.

Jean looks at the Carlos with his back turned. "Carlos I've missed you." She says with enthusiasm. Chuckling softly he waves her into a seat. "Indeed, you know what's comeing. What it means and how much it'll hurt." Turning to face her his eyes show a distant look about them as he walks forward. Pausing as the door opens and a man wearing the uniform of a high ranking general steps in and seats himself at the table. "Because of Carlos' interests in the matter I will be handling this." He states and leans forward. "Tell us who you work for."

Jean looks at the general and then back at Carlos. "This is silly Carlos. I want to talk to you." Chuckling Carlos leans forward. "Forgive me but my generals and advisors are getting uppity about the lack of information. We can talk soon." "I want more then just talk." She says.

Chuckling Carlos shakes his head. "You dont get it do you? We need to know where your from Jean. Honestly...please I cant trust you until you tell me the truth...." "You want the truth?" she asks Nodding softly Carlos looks at her. "Where you are from and who you are working for. You do know that alot has changed since you were imprisoned yes?"

"Yes. But I promise you that you won't like what they tell people like me. I am from an orginization who's name is so secret that not even the people that work for it know it. It's often referred to as 'them' and they controll covert operations for a nation I only know of that it worships Sirithil." Sighing softly Carlos turns away. "Dont play me for a fool Jean. How can you possibly only know of it's religous beliefs?" "Because I know that twice even, an agent was send to protect Her Lady Sirithil. And I heard from people that have been there that there were many temples dedicated to her. You got to understand 'they' have taken every precaution to stop agents from talking in my position" She replies softly.

sighing softly Carlos turns away, "Then you have no worth to me. What is stopping me from signing your execution now?" "But.... don't you love me?" Looking over his shoulder he smiles softly. "In my position Jean, love is something I cannot let be the main reason for longevity. I need something more to keep you alive. I'm sorry." Jean let a few tears roll down her cheek. "I see. I am sorry but they keep things ecret to help protect themselfs. Farewell Carlos. I want but one thing before I leave you"

"What is that Jean?" Leaning forward he whispers in hear ear for only her to hear. "You wont be leaving just yet... I...can keep you alive for a bit longer... Just promise to co-operate." "It's alright. I just want you one last time before I must go." Chuckling Carlos smiles. "Indeed. I'll see what I can organise.... I trust you wont threaten my life...." "You can tie me up to prevent me from doing so. I just want you on last time." Chuckling Carlos nods. "As you wish..... I just wish you would tell us something..... anything."

"I told you all I know." She shrugs. Nodding softly he motions for the guards and general to leave. "Very well." Jean smiled at Carlos. "It's been to long." Nodding silently as the guards and general leave he sits on the table and looks at her. "Indeed."

<assertive fast forwarding and stuff. Use your imaginations if you will :P>

Jean rides Carlos faster her orgasm not far off, and then it hits her like waves of pleasure falling over her and she collapses onto Carlos. Moaning loudly Carlos tenses his body shivering on it's own as his own peak rushes through him and explodes out of him. Holding her to him he rubs her back as he slowly relaxes. "Carlos I have to tell you something. It's very important." Pausing he looks at her. "What is it" "Before I came here I did a test." She says and looks into his eyes and only says "I'm pregnant."

Chuckling he hugs her softly before looking into her eyes. "Thank you..." Jean lets a few tears roll down her cheek. "Can I leave you like this? In your arms?" She says. Chuckling Carlos stands up... "Put your clothes on." He whispers and moves her off his lap and starts to get dressed again.

Jean shrugs and does her clothes back on. "Farewell Carlos." She says and wont speak again. She wants that to be her last words. Nodding silently to her as four guards walk in and cuff Jean to the chair. Takeing a pistol from one of the guards Carlos turns and looks at her. Cocking the gun he points it at her stomach and fires off a single shot. "And now Jean...I bid you farewell..." Pointing the gun at her head he looks at her for any final words.

Jean smiles and looks into his eyes. "You fool. I have been transmitting via nanoaugmentations the entire time since I have been here." She says and laughs manicly. "And thanks for killing me. Having your child is something I would hate. Now this actress has to go away. Farewell."

shrugging softly he smiles "If you truly believed all that I said Jean...you really are a verminous plague. Farewell, I hope your masters enjoy this." Pulling the trigger he shoots her in the head and steps away. "Dispose of this filth accordingly, burn it, bury it one of the two. Remove all records of existance from our databanks. She never existed." ry it one of the two. Remove all records of existance from our databanks. She never existed."

Takeing the body the Guards dump it in a crematorium burner and spend the next hour burning the body into ash, once finished they collect the ash and bones and dispose of them in a vat of acid. Hours later the guards erase all evidence of Jean's existance in Iraqstan wipeing computer records, backups and burning paper copies of said records and personal details. Back in his palace Carlos snarls softly and washes his body clean of her fingerprints and scent.

"filthy whore, try and pin some bastard child on me..... From this point on there was never a Jean in Iraqstan. Recordings or not she was not here." Shrugging a robe on he wanders into his bedroom and leans against the window looking out into the night. Actress or not Jean, I claimed much of you and destroyed it all. Goodbye woman you were a toy I enjoyed muchly.... but one I had to dispose of.

Liam walked into William's office and threw a datapad on his desk. "I hope your happy. We lost an operative thanks to that." Liam said with an angry tone.
William grabbed the datapad and looked throuh it. "Sadly we did. But she has given us more then enough first hand evidence. Your dismissed." William said and waved him off looking through the imagry taking by the augments in Jean's eye.
"Oh and Liam. Be a little more polite. Your usefullness as a Mech pilot might fade away." He said before Liam left the room.

William spent a few minutes looking through the images. "Nataliya. Call fort a meeting."