I am trying to find an acceptable position to sit on the bare floor with hands handcuffed behind me, guessing more and more that such a position doesn't exist, when i hear the jingling of the keys again. A guard comes, and, not missing to pinch my breast, takes me up to a second floor office, naked and handcuffed. Two gentlemen are sitting in the room: the judge who sentenced me and the other gentleman with the interesting face, the superintendent of the federal female prison. They make me kneel before them, and, pinching and pawing my body, they start a conversation. I learn that the name of the judge is Senor Gonzalez, while the superintendent is called Senor Martin. I don't like the judge. He is like a little goblin. As for Senor Martin, his manner is rather brusque, but there is something attractive in him. I wish that if i am used sexually it would be him who does this. Only that it is an illusory hope. They both use me. I have to satisfy them orally, but first they bend me over the table and give me a painful belting. They beat me both, then they use me as their sex-toy. They want me to swallow all the cum. I am not successful, so i am punished with another belting, this time on my soles of feet. One gentleman holds my legs in position, and the other hits. They have this entertainment quite a long time. I walk on swollen feet when i am taken back to my cell.

Before i am led away, Senor Martin says:

"This will be your last night in this prison. We have your place already in the Birondian Federal Female Prison. The prison i supervise. Tomorrow you will be transported there. You will be my guest, Kim."

I understand Birondian well, but to my surprise he doesn't say it in Birondian. He speaks purest English, with characteristic American pronunciation.

This appealing torturer of mine must be North American.

"Yes, Sir Martin. Thank You, Sir Martin", i replay in English, humbly.