El Salvador

After eventually qualifying as a nurse in the UK and a very short disastrous marriage I decided that I wanted to see the world and help people less fortunate than rest of us in the developed world. I wanted to be anywhere but Hartlepool where I was known and the lips chatted about my marriage. It also didn't help being compared with my saintly parents and young sister. Especially since they weren't saintly and has respectable as everyone thought. Most people thought that I'd deserved what I'd got for being so stuck up which I was in those days. I saw a job advertised in the Roman Catholic Church newspaper for a church nurse in El Salvador. I hadn't a clue where it was until I looked it up. We got the occasional news report about a civil war on the six o'clock news. It seemed exciting compared to my mundane and now slightly soared life. The war did not put me off and after I had made enquiries and was reassured that we would be safely in a church hospital compound I rationalise what remaining worries I had by saying that I would learn nursing skills I could not learn in the UK.

This was January 1985 I was 22 years old. Dante had just been made president in the previous June and a military junta was in power backed up by the US government. The FMLN had been formed from four or five guerilla groups and a all-out civil war was in progress. The church was criticised for being in support of the guerrillas but really it just helped the civilians caught in the cross fire.

It wasn't like the wars we see being waged in Libya as I write it was more like the troubles in Belfast, terrorist attacks, in urban areas. The war was mainly fought as a jungle war in the mountains and forests and the barren lands on the plateaux. Only towards its end did it come out into the streets but I had left by then.

I arrived by plane from Miami. It took two whole days of travel from the UK. Although tied I was very excited. I was met at the airport by the senior nun who was also the hospital administrator. She was a very formidable women. Everyone respected and feared her. Police, army, guerillas, the street gangs, even the priests and church officials where very wary of her. The taxi that we where in, meandered through the streets of San Salvador from Comalapa avoiding road blocks, traffic jams, and unsafe areas. It was late afternoon and being still their summer as opposed to the winter I'd left behind in the UK it was to warm for me and I began to doze off. The nun rambled on in broken English, French and Spanish. She even tried Latin or Italian not sure which to communicate with me. The taxi driver who I learnt later was the hospitals official driver was called Loco. Not because of his driving though it would have been apt but because his father had been a mental patient. Loco seemed to except the name and I never learned his real name in the three years I was to be in this wonderful country. Despite what later happened I still have fond memories of the place.

The journey was very colourful. The Indian's in their quasi-traditional dress dotted the streets offering food, drink, and trinkets for sale. The key food seeming to be home grown vegetables and fruits. The occasional chicken or other young live stock. The drink being Horchata a spice drink which I learned broke your sweat on a hot day like that day. The little urns carried on a pole selling fresh ground coffee was the other ubiquitous beverage. Various beads and clothes where offered as souvenirs to the tourist which did not come any more.

I still clearly remember my first glimpse of the hospital and church in the distance on top of the hill. San Salvador sat amid the dotted volcanoes and their lava fields. Its white painted walls gleamed in the bright late afternoon sunlight. The air was dry and dusty. Has we neared the church I could see that it had seen better days. The hospital to looked very different close up. But to a young 22 year old who had never been out of the UK except for a short family holiday to France it was a magical place. The white walls had a grey hue over them, cracks from previous earthquakes had been patched as best they could on a low income. It was clean but grubby. The lawns and gardens around it had seen better days. The only lawn that seemed looked after was the one we nurses sunbathed on. Loco and the porters tendered it in return for glimpses of us in our bikini's. I'm sure they saw more on occasions.

When I first arrived at the hospital I was billeted with two other nurses in one of the houses that surrounded the hospital and church complex. The group of houses had a wall surrounding them for the most part. Gaps in the wall where filled by metal solid vertical bar fencing. The sought that had a pointed end which was bent out over to prevent people climbing over and into the compound as we called it. The fence we jested was in reality to keep us sex starved girls in and the sex mad doctors out. Beatriz was a recently started student nurse and potential nun she hadn't yet decided if she wanted to take orders. She was 18. Corina had also recently arrived back at the hospital. She had been in America training. Prior to going to America she had worked at the hospital as a auxiliary. So she was well known and knew all the ropes quite well. She was 24. They became my two good female friends.

Beatriz was from the Ahuachapan area where her family was very influential that is wealthy and politically trying to be neutral. The area was in neither the control of the guerrilla's or the military at this time. There where also criminal gangs which where dealt with harshly by both the military and the guerrillas. Human rights violations where carried out by both sides. Her father was in the coffee trade and so had been his father and grand-father.

Corina was from San Salvador her family where shop keepers. They weren't rich like Beatriz's family but in comparison to the Indian and other poor elements of the population their where living in milk and honey. Corina had had to work many jobs to save enough to leave the country and train as a nurse in America. It was hoped it would be a good investment on two accounts. Firstly that she would become a prominent nurse or administrator in the hospitals. Secondly she would catch herself a wealth doctor. Truth be told I think Corina spent most of her time planning how to escape back to the USA. She would constantly ask me questions about the 'outside world'. Although she'd  been outside the country for nearly 4 years and not back long in El Salvador she had already slipped back into its ways and it was as if she could no longer remember her time in the states.

Very early on in our friendship Beatriz had invited us to stay at her family villa. It became a regular escape from the tediousness of the hospital and the confinement imposed by the nuns which we secular nurses rebelled against. The weekend was spent around the pool of the villa and being served by servants. Beatriz's mother was still very young (38) her father much older (54). She'd been educated in America until she was 18 and was very cosmopolitan. The first weekend at the villa Beatriz's mother shocked me by stripping off completely to sunbath in the nude. She had a fantastic body. I have always enjoyed watching other females strip or being stripped. Beatriz's mother always did it so elegantly. What was more strange was the fact that she did not cover up when the servants served us with drinks etc. Beatriz seemed to accept this as the norm too and would strip completely off. It took a few visits before I would strip completely just going topless on my first few. Corina was much shier than us but by the end of that first year she too was regularly nude sunbathing with us at the villa.

I'm now going to start my story at the end. I was 25 at the time of this incident it was 1988 near Christmas. Beatriz was just turned 21 and Corina was 28. We'd been on one of our visits to Beatriz parents and had had a lovely long weekend. Her parents had entertained us well. Being summer even in the high mounting area during the day it was very hot and dry. It did get cooler at night and even I had started to think that becoming acclimatised to the Salvadorian climate. We'd arrived late Thursday having all finished our duties around noon at the hospital. The old beat-up camper van of Beatriz's taking forever to negotiate the narrow hilly roads. Her father would have gladly brought her a much better car but Beatriz was trying to practice the virtues of a nun.

That weekend had seen Corina and Beatriz spend time with their boyfriends of a sought. They where local village labourers. The relationship was strictly sex. They would sneak the boys into the family farm which adjoined the villa where there where a couple of empty ranch-hand rooms. They had a bed, the essential item, and a few odds and ends of furniture. I had until meeting Ricardo often used one myself to entertain a young man from the village. I had originally found out their alternative use one afternoon on a really hot day when I was wondering around the farm to amuse myself. The door to one of the rooms stood open and interesting sounds where coming from it. I wondered who it could be given that the girls where back around the pool. I peered in, naughty, I know, to see Beatriz's mother facing the open door way completely naked going down on her husbanded. She smiled and just continued her activity. I stood and watch for longer than was discrete before blushing and turning tail. Later she said that she hadn't minded my catching her it spiced up the session. Her husband was also interested to know what I thought of him. He'd been careful to always cover up when we where around but I had seen his member on a good few occasions. After that day however he too regularly sunbathed nude.

We where driving back to San Salvador the capital where our hospital was located. We suddenly found ourselves in the middle of a junta push against the guerrillas quite unexpected at this time of year being near Christmas. We where stopped by a patrol and removed at gun point from our camper van. We'd been stopped a few months before in another part of the country returning from a remote clinic. On that occasion the three of us found ourselves stripped to our panties. This was my fault in a way in that I was not wearing a bra. Beatriz and Corina where but had had to remove theirs. This was at the side of the road in effect at a little check point building. We where kept like that for about 30 minutes. All the time hands on head away from the vehicle so that the boy soldiers could leer at us and pass comments about how our breasts shock with fear and harden at their gaze. Any attempt to cover was met by a tirade of vulgar obscenities and threats of physical violence. Our ordeal only came to an end when a young officer arrived and recognised Beatriz. But not before he'd study myself and Corina whilst Beatriz dressed.

On our return to the hospital a complaint was made and a begrudging apology made, to Beatriz father not us.

I'm not sure if that event had some how got us and our camper van in some little black book or other such system but we had been stopped and searched (the vehicle that is) a further twice since then.

So we expected the same this time. Out of the van stood by the road side a quick groping, the van ram sacked and then we'd be on our way.

We where stood in a line facing the camper van our hands on our heads. I'd gotten use to the menace of guns since arriving in El Salvador but these soldiers just seemed like kids and shouldn't have been let out with such big machine guns. The one nearest me kept prodding me with his and calling me 'American friend'. I tried to point out hoping to make a connection that I was British but he just said 'No you American friend'.

The two older soldiers where ram sacking the van and then one found something and shouted over to the officer who'd just been sitting in the land rover type car smoking. The solider came out of the camper carrying our nurses ID. The officer looked them over and ran back to the land rover and called some one on the radio. We stood there for a good 30 minutes. They'd stopped searching they where waiting. Beatriz tried to explain we'd been to see her parents and who they where. Corina chipped in and even I tried to explain that we where church nurses. Beatriz said that didn't help us since the military where more afraid of the church (regarding the church as an enemy) than the guerrillas. At least we where spared the usual grope.

A truck arrived with some more soldiers in it and suddenly we where been herded towards it and then being woman-handled into the back of it. The truck sped off without any explanation and the soldiers in the back just would not speak to us. We bounced around dirt track roads and eventually after about an hour entered a military compound.

We where dragged off the truck and pulled and pushed into a brick and plaster building. We where marched down a longish corridor into an administrative office. There was a officer sat behind a large desk in and to the right of the door and a solider typing away at another desk immediately to the left of the door. The solider leading our procession went to the front of the officers desk and snapped to attention and saluted. "Here are the nurses from the road block they where coming back from the guerrillas base". He said in Spanish Corina interpreting for me. I never did learn to be fluent.

Beatriz immediately started to say no with Corina coming in over the top. The officer silenced us with a loud vocal noise. It wasn't a word just a loud shout. We where now turned around and matched off back down the corridor to what the officer had called "reception". I thought we where going to have to fill out a few forms then we could go.

Reception turned out to be across the court yard in a building which had a mesh gate for a door then a solid wood and melt bar door. The gate was guarded by a solider who used a set of keys to let us into the space between the gate and door. He then closed and locked the gate before handing a different key to the junior officer escorting us. Obviously a gaol. He opened the door then gave the key to the rear escort who stayed outside and locked the door behind us once we where all through. Inside there was a open plan room about 12 feet wide and 8 feet deep. The side walls each had two wood doors on them, offices, I supposed. The titled floor was very polished. There was a desk with a solider sat behind it and he produced some keys from a draw. There was another mesh gate on the longer wall straight ahead of us. He crossed and open it and knocked on the door. The door was opened from the other side. We where matched through.

The door closed behind me and I had a sinking feeling. This was not good. I'd heard rumours about such 'concentration camps' where people where tortured and disappeared from.

The corridor or room really behind the door was 12 feet wide and went about 30 feet into the building. At the far end was two very solid wooden doors. The floor was concrete with dull square floor titles standard terracotta. Some of the tiles where chipped at the corners so you could see the concrete beneath. To the left was five solid steel bar gates with big lock panels. Individual cells. The first two I could see where occupied by males laying on the floor on their backs not really moving. The other side had steel bar gates three times the length of the gates on the other side. These cells could hold small groups. The first was home to three male Indians. The junta did not like the pure natives. The junta or elite class was a mixture of pure Spanish, Portuguese and mixed race with other western cultures.

We where taken past this cell and the next cell which was empty to the third cell and the gate was opened by the inner guard and we where shoved in. We where pushed up against the wall furthest away from the main door. The officer now spoke in very good English for "My American friend".

We had to remove our watches, rings, earrings, necklaces, bracelets etc. I thought this is it we're going to end up in our panties or worse again. He ordered us to turn and face the wall and put our hands on it up above our heads and spread our legs. One of the accompanying soldiers stood behind each one of us. The one behind me couldn't have been much older than 16 or 17. He ran his hands down my arms and rubbed around my shoulders and neck. The officer apologised saying they must check that we did not have anything to aid escape or commit suicide with. The suicide wasn't about protecting us it was about making sure we didn't top ourselves before they got a chance to speak to us. I found out later.

The youngster now pushed his hands around my front and gave my breasts a good groping through my cotton t-shirt, no bra being worn, (I could feel his delight and smirk) before moving to my abdomen and then checking my back. Next squatting down he ran his hands up my left than right leg then stood and had a good feel of my bottom by squeezing my cheeks. He then put his hand around my front and grabbed my crotch area through my skirt. He seemed please with his search and stepped back. The officer was not pleased and spoke to him in some local dialect I had no idea of. Next my skirt was up around my waist. I began to turn and vocally complain, "No! What......" but it was too late his hand was up between my legs and he really shoved his palm up against and along my private area. I took in a breath and the three younger soldiers laughed but where silenced by the officer. The young one still with his hand pressed up against my pussy causing me to stand on tip toes to try and avoid it dropped my skirt and sharply pulled back his hand. It caused a sense of friction.

The others had had a similar search and now the soldiers left us. The inner guard locking the steel gate closed. The others left and the inner guard went and sat on the chair to the left of the main door I had seen on entry.

It was now about midday so the cell was quite warm in summer it would have been unbearable. Even so we where soon sweating. It took a while for us to come accustomed to the strange noises. People coughing and the occasional moan from the man in the cell opposite ours. He'd been clearly beating. We eventually broke out into chat and agreed our strategy. By now I was thirsty so called the guard to ask for water. He did not come despite pleas.

The sun moved on and the heat broke. It would now be about three or four in the afternoon. We where all out of talk so just sat backs to the wall with the occasional smile passing between us for support and reassurance. I imaging that they where checking us out and soon they'd come with all sincere apologies and let us go. Suddenly from the direction of the two large wood doors noise and feet. Two guards appeared at our cell gate and I was surprised that release had come from that direction expecting it to come from the direction of our entry.

The one guard stayed outside the cell the other came in and grabbed Corina under her arm pit and dragged her up and out. It was not what I expected. I thought if anyone would be singled out first it would be Beatriz for an apology due to her father's position. I reasoned Corina was first because she was clearly the eldest and she'd have to answer a few questions and that would be that, we'd all get to go.

She was gone about an hour. The sun was beginning its final preparations for setting. She was dragged back not able to find her feet and dropped on the floor. I went to her with Beatriz and could see that she'd been slapped about the face. We didn't have time to fine out what had happened to her because has Beatriz was kneeling over her she was grabbed under her arm pits from behind and dragged out of the cell. She was telling them most forcefully who's daughter she was.

When Corina recovered she told me that they thought we'd been given medical aid to the guerillas. They'd found our IDs a first aid kit and a bag of tablets. The tablets where just standard pain killers, anti-diarrhoea and the like. Nothing any use for dealing with gun shoot wounds etc. But they'd put two and two together and said we where either helping the rebels or trading drugs with the criminal gangs who would sell them to the rebels.

We had been trading out of date drugs with the criminal gangs in San Salvador. This was to make a little pocket money. Our jobs just paid us board and lodge really with a small sum for personal expenses like toiletries and clothes. This wasn't without its dangers too. The first time I want with Corina we where shown into one of the little shanty shacks. This old woman was sitting there with these two late teen thugs. They gestured their palms in a upward movement not speaking. Corina took hold of the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up to show her bra. Then she turn around to show her back. Proving that she was not hiding a gun, badge or recording device. My turn was more embarrassing not wearing a bra. The young thugs giggling when the old woman made me lift my t-shirt above my breasts. My nipples had been rubbing against the cotton as we walked so they where very prominent. The two thugs had noticed them when we entered the hut nudging each other and pasting a comment in Spanish. "Mírala, sus pezones son como Quetzaltepec". They where comparing them to the volcano that San Salvador stands adjacent to. We where then taken to another shack where we handed over our supplies and then we went to another shack where we got given US dollars. The currency of the under world. It was more stable than the Colon.

That was the patten of trading in the most part. You'd go to a little shack and have to prove that you weren't with the junta. The next time I went by myself and the old woman had been replaced with two younger woman (still in their forties). They had me lift up my t-shirt past my bra. Yes I was wearing one this time. Then they had me raise my skirt to show my panties. The next time I want they knew me and just past be on down the line. So the next time I went I didn't expect anything. The women where waiting with three young thugs. They'd been a raid by the junta the week or so before so the gangs where a bit more tense then usual.

The women said to take my t-shirt off. I said I wasn't wearing a bra but they weren't having it. I had a large stash worth quite a bit I needed the money because I wanted to fly over to Spain to holiday with mum, Kate and friends.  So off came the t-shirt. The young thugs chanting as I did. "Tira, tira, tira por si fuera poco". I covered my breasts with my arms and the t-shirt but that was not what the thugs wanted and the woman beckoned my arms away. I was stood there breasts on show, nipples hardening with the young men's stares. I wasn't at all frightened I was quite enjoying being made to show myself to them. Although there was a little part of me that hoped that's al it was going to be. The gangs tended to treat the church nurses with respect because we where the only ones that would look after them and their families. The women smiled and asked for the skirt to be removed. That was a bit more embarrassing just being in a rather see-through thong. The young thugs where all smiles and I could see they where stirring which was a bit more alarming but great for my self-esteem knowing what a reaction I could have on a man. I was made to stand like that for a good few minutes before the women guested for me to dress. The thugs complained but the women began to clip them and shout at them so they soon back down. Mother's are very powerful social figures in El Salvador. I was allowed to dress and passed on down the line.

A few weeks later I was back with another stash of drugs. This time it was a little bit from a number of people and it was going to be used to help a nurse who was off ill. If you didn't work you didn't eat. The two women and the older guy and two young thugs seemed really jumpy and on edge. I wasn't sure why my Spanish was still only rudimentary but I think being a foreigner they thought I might work for the American CIA. The women had me take off my t-shirt. I had took the precaution after last time of wearing a bra. They just motioned for it. The young thugs nodded at the fact that I was not going to be spared and they'd be in for another feast. The older man now seemed to relax and take up a more easy viewing position against the wall then decided to sit. The thugs moved more centre and sat down behind the women. I couldn't really back out now. It wasn't just letting the others down it would look suspicious and I would have ended up with a bullet it my head I suspect. So off came the bra to be stood topless. Lots of eyes making their mark. Next was my shoes then the skirt. I thought that would be it but no much to the men's delight the women had me remove my panties. I now looked behind me at the door. Think of both escape and not being surprised from behind. I slowly slipped them down my damp trimmed patch coming into view. The men nodding and salivating. They where not just satisfied with that but they had me stand there naked whilst they looked me over. The men smiling and chattering away in their local dialect. After they had finished describing, criticising or complimenting me on my body (not speak the local dialect of the poor people I knew not which). They let me dress.

The last time prior to my capture and detention in the cell was when we decided it was safer to go as groups. So Beatriz and Corina went with me. The two women where there and spoke with Corina. She said we had to remove everything. Everything turn out to be everything all our clothes and jewellery. We had to just stand around naked (our clothes being removed by the young boy they called in) with our stash. The boy was about 10 years old. He entered and saw us and was not curious like a older boy would be. He did see everything it just didn't mean anything to him yet. It did mean a lot to us three. It seemed actually wrong for us to show him ourselves like that being a child. Then a older boy was called to take our stash. He really did give us a good look. I was stood one arm over breasts and the other trying to conceal my bush. He'd had a good view of my naked bum a on entry. We where beginning to wonder if we would get them back at all when the older woman appeared (grand soon with her) with our money and clothes. No jewellery. They did not give us our clothes straight away but made me give them a good look at every bit of me. They where pointing things out to the young boy. It was really humiliating but tapped right into my little kin. Corina said they hadn't seen a white woman naked before me and wonder what we where 'really' like. The criminal gangs in San Salvador tended to be made up of Indians rather than junta class even though the junta class probably ran them and collected the rewards. El Salvador was very corrupt. You never really knew which side anyone was on.

An hour passed or so and it was now turning dark in the cell. The guard put the electric light on. The light was just in the middle of the corridor area. So the cell became full of eerie and scary shadows.

Beatriz was return by the guards from the interrogation room. She was able to walk just. She was bleeding from her lip and her face was red and puffy. I had no chance to process this fully before I was being dragged to the right hand most door.

On the other side of the door sat the officer from the administrative office. He was to the left sitting on a hard back chair smoking a cigarette. His uniform had large damp patches of sweat as if he'd been exerting himself. Behind the desk was a older man. Very clean, dry and immaculately dressed in grey blazer, black trousers, white shirt and grey tie. He had silver grey hair and piecing blue steel eyes. He spoke good English with an American accent.

The room was a brick box. The bricks quite large had been over painted with what in England we call plaster white wash or proper white wash. Its paint with plaster power mixed in. In dries hard and give a snowy porcelain egg shell like white paint to bricks. The floor was stained concrete I did not want to think what had made the stains. The roof above was supported by steel beams with rust specks along there length. The room was about 16 feet wide and 30 feet long it had various objects around its edge. Buckets, tubs, some sort of electric supply box which looked very frightening, and various trunks. On top of one was a coil of rope.

"You are a British nurse" he said.

At last some sense, "Yes, British, I'm here with the church working at the hospital in San Salvador"

"You are a friend of the rebels" he said.

"No. I'm here to help the civilians caught up in the war" I said.

"You have been giving medical help to the guerillas" he said.

"No I was on a weekend holiday at Beatriz parents" I said.

"Known sympathisers with the rebels. Her brother is one of them is he not" he said.

Her brother had escaped to the USA. He did not wish to fight for either side and you weren't really given a choice about not fighting if you where a young male. He was studying medicine. They had been some problems about this and many believed that he was really in the jungles or mountains with the guerillas.

His charm soon turned to malice at this point.

"Please do take off your clothes for me British Nurse" he said.

I now realised that I was in serious trouble for the first time. Up until then I was kidding myself that my British status would save me from any real harm. I also realised that he was going to taunt me with it. I stood defiant thinking that I could wait him out and once he realised I wasn't to be subdued he leave me alone.

I hadn't moved and he did not wait. "Fine have it your way British nurse. Strip her" the two door guards came forward across the floor. "Please you can't do this to me" I said and accidentally spat into his face. This made him go quiet cold to me and despite my requests to be allowed to strip myself he had me stripped.

The door guards ceased me. One held my two arms behind my back whilst the other pushed up my t-shirt over my breasts for them to come into show. The old guy sat motionless. It was this motionlessness that Robin used so well on me. A disinterested interest. No emotion or tell as to what he was thinking. He could as easily been deciding what he wanted for tea as what he was going to do to me next.

The guard now pulled down my skirt and by trying to kicking him I sent my sandals off across the floor. He made no effort to conceal the fact that he was enjoying this. He was laughing and calling me "Pretty British lady". He now using the British to mock me. Rather than American. His mate holding me was shoving his tongue into my ear and licking my cheek. Next the panties came down and off and the two of them whistle and "Hy ya hyed'. My lower half now felt the chill of the stone room. I had one thought on my mind now besides getting covered. Not wetting myself.

The stripper now grabbed and groped my breast. "Get off you sick bastard" exploded from my mouth. This just made him do it more. The one holding my arms behind my back now secured them with just one arm and brought his other one around to grope me. They did this for about 30 second until the officer on the straight back chair with damp patches said for them to finish the job. I thought this meant kill me. I really did. But it meant rip off my t-shirt over my head.

"Now how much more pleasant that would have been if you had done as I so polite asked" the older man in immaculate suit said.

I'd ended up on the cold hard concrete floor somehow. I stood up and covered myself best I could. The coldness of the cell now bit my skin and the soles of my feet seemed to be stood on ice.

"Put your hands on your head" the older one said. I stayed covered looking at the other younger officer hoping he'd bring this to an end. "Please. I'm just a nurse" I said.

The younger officer stood and came to my side then behind me then to my other side then behind me then in front of me. It was really menacing. I was shaking and breathing hard trying to figure out how to convince them I was just what I was and let me go.

He rabbit punched me in my left side and I crumpled to the floor. It really hurt. There was the pain of it with a sore after glow. The pain was on the surface but also deep down inside. It was the kidneys he was going for.

"Stand up" the chief interrogator said. I was pressed to the concrete it wasn't smooth it had been roughen so it grazed your skin and caused friction burns.

I did and he just smiled at me. I was trying to protect my side, and keep my bits concealed at the same time. The young officer moved around to the other side of me and then another punch sent me to the floor. Tears welled up in my eyes. My breath had been caught by this one and I was now on my knees bobbing and rocking to get rid of the pain. The officer stood away and the two guards approached and dragged me to my feet.

"We will carry on like this until you do as my request" the chief interrogator said.

I was a bit confused with the pain what request I thought. The younger one approached and I flinched and tried to shy away now off balance on my left foot which refused to move. Legs shaking and body feeling cold now naked. He punched me in my upper abdomen a winding blow and I went back down. This time I was not allowed any period to console and regain myself before the guards dragged me to my feet.

"We will go on until we see everything British nurses have" he said. I now knew what he wanted and painful both physically and psychologically as it was I raise my hands and put them on my head.

He just looked at my naked body. Well actually he didn't. It was that disinterested uninterested - he knew I was there and naked but he didn't care about that but he knew I did. The other officer looked. He made sure I knew he was looking. He said for the guards to come and see then told me to turn around. I turned and the guards laughed and made comments about my breasts and bush. Comparing me to others they had tortured. That really made me feel sick. The officer was commenting on my naked bottom and back.

Then unexpectedly a punch to my lower back on my kidneys sent me to the floor sprawling on hands and knees. Grazing knees and hands. I reached behind and tired to sooth the area but I was dragged to my feet (which caused more friction of my skin) and spun around to face the senior officer. Another blow to the other side of my back sent me to the floor again for me to be instantly pulled up. Each time I hit the floor the rough concrete tore at my skin and caused reddening and capillary bleeds and bruises.

"Hands" was all he said. Once more I struggled to put them on my head.

"Confess your crime and we will let you go home to England." he said. Yes that was where I wish I was right now.

"I've not do anything wrong" I said and found myself back on the floor another punch to my stomach. This time they left me there for a bit before pulling me up to my feet. The officer empathise to punch me again and I quickly put my hands on my head. He smiled. The senior guy said, "Look how quickly they learn not like our stupid girls".

"Now you admit you where supplying the rebels with medical supplies" he said.

"No we..." I didn't get it finished I never even saw it coming. It was a palm of the hand slap across my face which sent me spinning and I just managed to stop myself from falling.

"Back here" the senior officer said without any emotion. I retook my place just in time for a slap to hit the other cheek sending me off in the other direction.

"Back here" he said again and I hesitated. The two guards where down and on me like a shot and brought me back to the correct spot scarping my bare feet along the concrete floor. I was stood hands by side fully on show but another punch winded me sending me to the floor. "How quick they forget" I was pulled up and my hands where on my head sharpish.

"Now you supply Beatriz's brother with medical supplies at the rebel camp. Where is it?". They had made their minds up. Another slap. This line of questioning went on for about 30 minutes with slaps and if my hands weren't on my head quick enough or slipped a bit a punch to my side, lower back or abdomen.

"Now you know how we will win this little contest British nurse perhaps some time in your cell with your friends might bring you to your senses." he said. I turned and moved to the pile of my clothes to pick them up and dress but before I could and blow sent me to the ground. "No you will not need them any more. You will show everyone what you are made of" the older officer said the other and guards laughing.

With that I was grabbed by the arms still very naked and marched back to my cell. Beatriz and Corina where a gasp when they saw my naked body. I was dumped in the middle of the floor. The gaol guard stayed at the bars for a while trying to get a good view of me but I had quickly gather myself into a concealing ball against the back wall. The other two still clothes sat in front of me.

The prisoner opposite was now much more interested in our cell. He had certainly seen me naked being dragged back to it.

We sat quiet for ages before we spoke to each other. We where sure that if we didn't stick to our story we'd be killed. Confessing we figured won't save us. We just hoped that our none return would have people asking questions and looking for us. It was dark now and the guard brought us some water and cereal base to eat.

This made things worse. After about 30 minutes I needed the toilet and Beatriz and Corina confided similarly. Beatriz called the guard and asked for the toilet and he roared with laughter. He bent double and spun around on the spot then straighten and arched his back backwards. He was like a clown and treated us as his foolish victims. "That is so very funny" he said. He pointed to the corner of the cell which was heavily stained with a embedded damp patch. "You shit there" he said.

He hung around waiting but we huddle even closer into the other far corner. The girls had protected me from his and the prisoner opposite stares but even so he and the prisoner must have caught glimpse of my naked torso. The thought of doing anything was impossible. But eventually poor Beatriz succumbed and went to the corner leaving Corina to cover my naked body from the prisoner. "I'll be fine. I'll turn in" I said. Corina moved across to cover Beatriz as she removed her panties and pissed onto the concrete floor then defecated into the corner. My naked back was to the prisoner.  Next Corina and Beatriz swapped places and I heard the sound of running water then the sound of Corina straining. I needed to go I really did. I could not hold it any long. I stood quite naked to the sound of the male prisoner exclaiming my beauty. Soon I was shield by both of them as I added to the water stain and pile of faeces. We moved to the middle of the opposite wall to maximise distance from the smell and concealment from the male prisoner or guard who would come to the gate and watch me from time to time.

We'd began to doze off when they came for Beatriz. She was gone awhile Corina and I cuddled together. Eventually the wood door open and Beatriz was dragged back to the cell naked. Her hands where bound behind her back with something. I didn't have time to see what before I was dragged off. I fought like mad to avoid that room I was crying and screaming in equal measure.

Once inside I was pushed on the cold concrete floor, my breasts feeling the brazing of the concrete and its night freezing chill and my hands where bound behind my back with some form of plastic wire. I was dragged to my feet and brought in front of the old man. I was shaking like mad my legs where all weak.

The old man seemed not to have moved since I was here last time. The younger officer was now sitting on the edge of the desk. The straight back chair was now in front of the desk about six feet away. A imperceivable signal by the old man had the two guards dragging me back towards the chair. I not really knowing what they where trying to do started to panic and fight them. The young officer got up and his punch winded me but due to the guards holding me I did not crash to the floor. The punch allowed them to do what they wanted with my limp naked body. Which was to force my arms over the back of the chair and me into the seat. It took them two painful goes to get it right. I could not scream as I wished the breath being knocked out of me.

I was now in the chair with its back wedged up under my arm pits. My naked bottom was on the cold hard wood. I couldn't get out it would be too painful and I'd surely break my arms. The position was painful. My arms really hurt. It was all I could think about and getting free but every movement just sent more pain through my arms.

They didn't waste any time. The first slap nearly snapped my head off. I'd been spanked a few times by my nursing colleagues but this smarting was one hundred times worse. On top of the pain of the slap was the pain of my body being restrained by the chair. It was excruciating. The second slap from the other direction came immediately.

"That is just to remind you where we where up to. You where just about to confess to supplying rebels with medical supplies and treating them." the older one said.

"I'm just a " I began but another slap came in.

"When you answer correctly we will not punish you. Answer incorrectly and...." Another slap struck me to enforce the point.

"You are supplying rebels with medicines and treating them" The old man asked? I shook my head, Slap.

"Please I'm..." Slap.

"Yes we know your are just a British nurse who works for the church. We accept that we do not disagree with it. But you are a British nurse who works for the church and helps the rebels. Aren't you" I began to shake my head but the double slap nearly snapped it off. My jaw was in agony with my arms and back and I could feel blood from a bust lip and some injury in my mouth. I was both in pain and numb.

"You are supplying Alvar and his friends. Just tell us where he is" I began to speak but the slap silenced me. "Confess first then we will let you speak" the old man said.

"Now you confess to supplying the rebels and one of them his Alvar" I shook my head and the double slap came. Each slap caused my jaw to jump from its socket and put it back in. I was sure it was broke.

"Your friend as confessed to you selling drugs to the criminals. She says you where the head of it. You agree with it" I shook my head. The slap came right on cue. "Please we know it is true your friend confessed it" They laughed not sure why probably at what they done to poor Beatriz to get her to confess. I started to speak but was slapped down again.

I nodded. I could barely do that. "So you confess to supplying the rebels" the old man said. I shook, the younger one went to hit me but the older one stopped him. "You confess to sell old drugs" I nodded. "Well where do you think they go?" he said. I shook my head and received a slap. "They go to the rebels so you see you do supply them so you decided to take it further and go to their camp and treat them" I shook and the slap followed.

The questioning went on like that for nearly an hour then the old man changed tack.

"It must be very how you say humbling for you to be like that. So naked to us. There is no need for it. Just confirm what we know and you will soon be respected again." he said.

I'd forget just how naked I was like this with the assault.

"You must be humble with your cono and pecho on show to us" he said referring to my pussy and breasts. "Your cono is must delicious I am sure many men have enjoyed it" he said. I felt sick at the thought of him thinking about me like that.

I tried to look away not wishing to show any emotion. "We could play with your, "How do you say" 'bits and pieces". I withered at the thought of that.

"Your labious de la vulva, ah, yes, 'pussy lips' are very tentative" he said then thinking about it "No tender". (Pause) "Yes tender to the touch you would explode".

"Would you like us to make you explode" he said.

The guards just laughed the younger officer licked his lips. There was a tension in the air. This was it I thought. They where going to rape me.

"Perhaps its your stiff upper lip that makes you so immune to our pain. Perhaps we most try other methods" he called the guards forward and they came to my side. I just waited fearing the terrible thing. It was terrible they grabbed my breasts and molested me mercilessly. I tried to kick them but their assault with my attempts to get away and kick them cause my arms, shoulders neck and back real pain. Eventually I had to stop my frantic efforts and just allow them to play with my breasts.

"Well British nurse are you going to confess now" the older officer said.

"I nodded and said "Only to selling drugs" the guards started in on my breasts again. This time they went on well past the cessation of my in vain attempts to stop them. The old man eventually said stop and asked me again. "I would not delay your confession much longer there are much more painful things that could be done to your pechos" I shook my head and the two guards went away the officer came behind me and looked down over the top of my head. I looked up he smiled I thought thank God I've beaten them. Then he placed his hands on my breasts. I flinched. He smiled and he began to gently rub them. It had a soothing effect and even after all that abuse of my body I think given a few more moments he might of got an embarrassing reaction.

But then he took the nipples between his thumb and index finger and twisted my nipples with all his might. My back arched my bottom came off the seat. The pain in my nipples was excruciating the pain in my arms, shoulders and back was equal to it. I screamed I really screamed I never new I had such a a scream in me. He released me. I sank back into the seat.

Silence fell the last of my screams reverberating around the snow white brick walls. I panted and tried to magically easy the pain which still tortured my nipples. The officer started on my breasts again. Lovingly soothing rubbing motions. I looked up at him the arching of my head relieving slightly the terrible pain in my shoulders from my arms being wedged behind the chair back. He smiled. Then the terrible pain again as he tried to twist off my nipples. The room was filled with my screams. I noticed the older officer not a sign of disgust, pleasure, or anything. Total disinterest. The screams where torture themselves. The pain seemed to leave my body. The pain was being inflicted on someone else. Who was screaming. Gosh it was me. Back to the awful reality of the pain. The awful reality that my legs where flayed and the older officer could see all of me.

The torture stopped but the pain went on. My nipples still felt twisted. I looked down they where bright red turning purple. Blood from my earlier slapping was splatted across my chest. Silence fell again. The young officer smiled down on me he shrugged and then started to play with my breasts again. His touch was now bitter sweet. The nipples smarted but sent a exotic stimulus. I was trying in my mind to banish it but also amplify it since I thought it would take my pain away.

I needed to pee with fear of what was to come next. He twisted again and this time he would not stop the twist and twisted the other way. I began to scream but he stopped and punched me in the stomach winding me. He began the twisting again. I tried to scream but my breath and energy had all but gone. He had me arched the pain in my arms and shoulders pieced through my back to my nipples at the front. My legs tried to push me up towards him to relieve the pain but only succeeded in displaying me to the older man. I was confused what should I suffer because displaying myself was suffering as well at another level not just psychological but real physical pain. The twisting ceased.

"We are not without mercy" the older officer said. "Assist us and we will stop your pain" he said.

He just looked on me for what seemed like an age. "Confess" he said. I shook my head.

The guards came forward to my side the officer stood behind me. He begun to play with my breasts. The guards knelt down one took hold of my tied hands and slowly pulled the wrists down the pain shot up my arms across my shoulders and down my spine. My breasts where offered up to the officer I could not help it. I moaned in pain.

"You are turning her on" the older officer said. "He is a good steed" one of the guards said the other laughing. Then the guard holding my arms pulled sharply down and I screamed as the young officer twisted my nipples so hard my breasts too where twisted causing a double pain. One sharp and piecing the other numb and blunt. The echoes penetrated my mind and amplified the screams of pain and the shafts of stabbing bright light. My face was forced upwards with my arms being nearly pulled out of their socks.

I was released.

This terror was reapplied to me twice before the older man spoke to me again.

"Confess little British nurse or we will rip them off". he said. I shook my head.

I could not remember what to confess to, my body was in so much pain.

The young officer came to my front and looked down on me. He licked his lips and looked at my naked body. He leaned forward and licked my cheek I turned to avoid it but my arms held me. He rubbed my left knee with his hand. I tired to twist out of the way. The guards, now standing one at each side of me started to play with my breasts.  Then without a warning.

It took a moment for my body to react to the invasion of his hand. It hurt physically as well as the psychological invasion. He shoved his hand up in to my pussy and twisted and turned and kneed me. I clasped my legs shut to try and stop it but couldn't. "Bastard" I screamed and spat at him as the guards and he played with my available pieces. Still the older officer looked on dispassionately.

"Confess and I will have them stop. Or perhaps you secretly like this" he said causing them three to laugh. They carried on two twisting my nipples and then rubbing my breasts and other fucking me with his fingers then turning into a mean torturer by grabbing and twist my pussy lips. When I tried to stop him he wrapped one of his legs around mine and ordered the guard to my right to do the same. I was now spread and defenceless.

"We will continue until you confess no mercy except for you to tell me about the rebels camp" the older officer said.

The torture continued it never stopped not even when the older officer taunted me. "You have pretty big pechos for a blanca. Your pussy is that of a lady not a puta. Are you a puta British nurse."

Eventually they stopped not having any energy to continue.

Suddenly with a scream of excruciating pain I was pulled out of the seat by the guards and before I could fined my feet was dragged back to the cell and deposited on the floor. The concrete floor of the cell causing my breasts and nipples to explode with pain once more. They burned, they where engulfed in flames of pain. Corina was dragged to her feet and taken. I passed out and darkness comforted me.

I awoke to find Beatriz and I laid side by side and Corina now completely naked and bound laying some distance away. My thoughts of their beauty seemed out of place in this context. I remembered the first time I had seen them both naked. Stripped by the other nurses. This reminded me of my first stripping at the hands of my colleagues and they seeing me naked.

I had been at the hospital for two weeks. I'd not heard anything about initiations and it didn't seem right to ask in a church run hospital. So I was quite surprised when one day entering the wing housing our break room and kitchen I heard a commotion coming from the break room. I say commotion it was more like football canting and i couldn't make out the cant to well. It was in Spanish for one thing but I couldn't fix the word to try and translate it. Has I turned into the room I was still no clearer about what they where canting but I became very clear about what they where canting about.

Corina was being welcomed home. She was in just her panties and bra. Nice fresh snow white set. The three nurses that where about her where busy trying to get her bra and panties off. A older nurse saw me standing at the door and went to shut it shutting me out but I smiled and beat her to the door preventing it being shut to on me. She realised that i was not shock but curious. Well actually delighted. I love watching woman being stripped. Corina called out in Spanish but the only word I understood was 'ayuda' 'help'.

The older nurse in the doorway tried to block me but I was too quick for her. She started to move after me. I went to Corina's side and began to help to strip her. Well, I reasoned it would lead to my stripping at some point and that's the only thing I like more than stripping another woman. We soon had her naked and the others pinned her arms and legs so she could not cover. Her firm volcano breasts showed no sign of white pieces. She obviously sunbathed at least topless somewhere to keep them perfectly toned with the rest of her skin. Her well trimmed wiry black bush matched her jet black short cut bob cut. She was trying desperately to get free but this just increased my enjoyment of her breasts which shimmered with the movement. I looked at her pussy, it was not swollen so clearly she did not like this like I liked it. But she was giggling and screaming in each measure and threatening me with all-sorts. It was just a pity that I did not understand a word of it.

One of the other nurses collected her panties and bra and made off with them. The rest where just laughing and chatting with each other and occasionally pointing things out to each other on her body. It was obviously that they where teasing her both about her nakedness, her body and strangely her underwear. 'Sujetador' was mentioned as well as 'bragas'. They then released her and she rapidly turned over to conceal her front showing me her cute tight sharp clefted bottom. Delicious. She scrambled to her feet collecting her dress and shoes and head scarf that we wore. Keeping her back to the crowd she quickly dressed.

later that night back in our house I learnt that having your underwear stolen was the tradition. They did not always strip the victim naked if they could get the underwear off without it. I found out what they did with the underwear the next day. It was hanging up in the doctors lounge area which was on the psychiatric ward. Along with a photo of Corina so everyone knew whose they where.

The next week I was sitting in the break room drinking a chilled orange juice. It was a hot, stuffy, day. It needed to rain and the signs where that it was going to. It was now end of February and the rainy season was due. I hadn't noticed anything at first. Nurses differed in and poured themselves a drink. Soon there was a throng around me. next thing I knew I was pulled forcibly by the ankles out of my seat my bottom bumping onto the hard floor. Carpet covered concrete. I was about to complain when i realised what their game was. I was further pulled to be flat. Bumping my head slightly on the edge of the chair but using muscle power to save me from bouncing off the floor. Two nurses quickly pinned my arms and another came to assist the one pinning my legs. Then Corina smiled and said, "Me has disfrutado yo voy a disfrutar de". Quid pro co. She obviously enjoyed other women's strippings.

My shoes had been pulled from my feet in the initial attack. They had half dislodged my head scarf so it didn't take much for it to be flung away to the other side of the room. Corina started on my dress belt which was attached to the dress. Once it was undone despite my struggling for effect and fun the dress buttons where opened and my undergarments came into view. Snowy white lace mesh see-through. Both bra and panties. Just how see-through was confirmed by one of the nurses stood back in the crowd that had mysteriously gathered from nowhere. "Ella es una falsificación!" Yes I was a fake blonde. Next thing I knew Corina had her hands on my waistband. With a triumphal cheer my panties where brought down over the top of my white stocking tops. They where soon at my knees then ankles. The girls holding my ankles did a little dance with their hands and they where off my feet.

The Spanish girls seemed to wear front fastening bras. I was still wearing my back fasteners. So there was a conversation about how to proceed with its removal. The consensus of opinion was to turn me over and strip me of my dress. I tried to struggle. I really tired because despite the noise in the room I could hear male voices. I called out "There are men coming" "I bet they are" came the reply with a hoot of laughs. I was turned and the dress was unceremoniously stripped from my body. My naked bottom was now entertaining the room. Thank goodness they turned me. "Oye, mira a las chicas han melocotones prety para nosotros". The girls have some pretty peaches for us to eat. Two orderlies had entered the room. Nurses began to shoo them out but not before my bra was undone. They now turned me back over and pulled the bra clear. They spread me so that they could see all of me. Corina who had my underwear now passed it to another nurse who went off with it. The opening of the door caused the two orderlies to force their way back in. They certainly saw all my frontal fruits. I blushed bright red. The girls roared with laughter. One said that we western girls where use to showing off so I probably liked it. They giggled and said how they would simply rather dye than let 'them' see me. The girls released me and I hurriedly gathered my dress from behind the seat where I was originally sitting. This meant the the orderlies had a good view of my breasts wobbling then my prise bottom. I dressed as quickly as I could. My ordeal wasn't over. I had to work the rest of my shift like that because I didn't have time to go back to the house the head nurse calling us back to work because of a traffic accident. The cotton of the dress rubbed my nipples and the nuns looked in disgust at me. I was later reprimanded. "I know it is hot. But here you can not go around without under garments" said the hospital administrator. The other issue was the fact that the doctors had worked it out and would brush their hand over my cotton covered bum. The two orderlies also made sure that when I was in the sunlight they showed what they could see was a rise of their lower little tent poles.

My bra and panties ended up on the notice board. You had to try to sneak in when no doctor was around or one of the ones who would let you take them was in. It took me about a week to recover mine. When I did I also recovered Corina's as well. This went some way to saying sorry for me coming to help them strip her.

Beatriz had to wait another month before her turn came. Mainly because the other nurses couldn't decided whether to class her as a nurse or a nun. Beatriz was still undecided up to just shortly before our capture and torture.

Hers came one Sunday morning after church service. We'd gotten the patients back to the ward and one of the older nurses asked Beatriz to help her with some collections she had to make from pharmacy and stores. This required them to go past the break room. Once they where off ward the word spread quickly and leaving just skeleton staff we all dashed to the break room. Poor Beatriz she never knew what hit her. She was chatting away as she passed the open door and pow. Two sets of arms came out from the break room and dragged her in. Mine and Corina's. She was still trying to turn back to pick up the packets of drugs she'd dropped when we grabbed her. I soon kneed the back of her knees and she buckled to the floor. She was face down but that did not deter the nurses assigned the actual removal. Her dress was up and her tights and panties where on the way down before she was fully to the ground and pinned. She screamed and hollowed in equal measure. But within ten seconds of being grabbed she was naked waist down bare bum wobbling in the air. She was still carrying that delightful puppy fat of pre-pubescent. Turning her over her jet black bush came to view the dress being ruckered up. The nurses set to work on her belt and buttons at the same time and her white bra came into show. It was unclipped springing forth her breasts. Her gyrations ensured that the strapless bra was easily pulled from underneath her body. The nurse removing her panties now untangled them from the tights and took the bra and headed off to the doctors lounge. Beatriz was pinned for a while for all to see before being released to do up her dress and recover her tights.

The male prisoner leered at us from his cell. I called out to Beatriz and she awoke and I nodded to Corina. Beatriz rolled over and I struggled to my knees my feet where to far away. Beatriz's turned bumping Corina wakening her. We looked at each other and smiled reassuringly at each other. Then collecting our thoughts we moved into the corner opposite the toilet and made sure our backs where brave to the task of concealing us. The male prisoner complimented us on our 'beautiful bounty'. "My naked chichitas"the male prisoner side now kneeling up at the bars and resting against them with his upper body. We laid naked backs to the gate of our cell as the sun rose and a new inner guard appeared with water and cereal. We had to eat and drink like dogs the food and water smudging around our mouths the guard and prisoner laughing. The guard positioning the bowls at the front of the cell meaning we had to reveal all of ourselves to both of them as we crossed the cell floor and as we ate. They both laughed and pass comment in the Indian tongue. When finished the further embarrassment came as the water and food passed through us. It was now painful to pass water and to defecate. Blood appeared in Corina urine not a good sign.

They came for Corina first about midday. This time I realised straight away that they had not closed the large wooden door the sound of water splashing. The quiet was punctured with her brittle screams of pain. It was not clear what they where doing to her. This was more painful then the pain. The screams made you tighten and almost convulse. The images crossing your mind where more terrible than anything I had endure or heard about. It went on and on. By the time they brought her back glistening wet skin and took me the sun was very high in the sky and the heat was torture enough.

I was stood before the older officer. Still sitting as he always did. Still immaculate in the same outfit. No signs of the heat of the day. Not even a bead of sweat. The younger officer walked around my naked body I could feel is still delight. He walked away and I heard him pick something up. The metal clang against the wall and concrete. Next ice cold water was tipped over my head. It caused my body to convulse. The pain of this reminded me of all the places that I hurt. The water made my body smart it was laced with salt. I spoke hesitantly. "I admit to sell drugs but please......" Another bucket of water was tipped over me.

The young officer approached me from behind. I felt a point touch my skin then my body leapt off the ground. My body arched into a curve and I dropped to the ground. The pain started at the point of the touch but spread out all over. The electric shock stopped me from crying out. The thud on the floor which nearly broke my bound arms caused the scream. Before I could recover the guards dragged me to my feet. I began to speak but before I could my body was arched in the air in pain and crashed to the floor broken in pain. A scream to be omitted by delay. Once more I was on my feet. This time the officer came to my front the long stick in his hand. He went to prod me I instinctively moved and began to lose my balance. But his motion was faster then mine and the prod touched me the fractions of a second after feeling its touch I felt the pain of every muscle contorting and my body crashing to the ground. Even the scream caused my aching body more pain and grief.

"Do you like our little persuasion stick" the older officer said. I shook and the prod went straight to my abdomen and once more had my body in breaking pain as it convulsed and then crashed to the ground.

I was pulled up. "Confess your friend as. She will no longer be put to pain. You have no need of this. We will deport you not like the other nurses". the older officer said. The other nurses referred to four I think Dutch and American nurses that had been murdered coming from the airport in 1980. I was alarmed that death was a thought perhaps he was genuine and confession would save me. But then I thought his comments referred only to me. If I was to be spared to live with the knowledge of my friends going to their death at my betrayal I would prefer to be be executed or murdered with them.

Before I could answer in any way or fashion the prod sent me high and crashing down again. The guards came forward but I was not pulled to my feet. Two buckets of chilled water with salt was splashed across my body and the officer prodded the prod into my left breasts. The pain was like shards of ice glass ripping my body with fire ants stings and something nibbling every bit of me. My scream was cut short as he re-prodded me on my right breast causing the same reaction. I was soon limp and just trying to recover and go somewhere safe in my mind when the next shock ripped through me. I had not seen it coming it burn me as well as breaking by bones from the muscle contortion. The prod its self was painful with out the electricity. It was pushed in hard up my pussy causing me to tear I was sure.

The older officer spoke. "No mercy until she says the word confess" he said. An I received none.

They would prod me in my breasts then between my legs. I could not defend my lower area because the shocks to my breasts left my legs open and me unable to consciously close them. They would every few series splash ice cold salt water over my body. The prod caused my skin to blister and burn. I could feel the spot after the shock had gone. The salt water made it sting all the more.

Eventually they stopped. Awhile past and no more pain came. I was then dragged up to a standing position. I stood with the four of them looking upon my naked, blood stained, broken body. I was pushed down into the chair after a while arms behind it. It had me screaming my lungs out. Where did it come from. The water was poured over my head and they secured my ankles to the chair so my legs where spread.

"This is just for our fun and amusement don't feel you have to confess" the older officer said.

This was a new psychological game. They where saying that they where just going to do whatever it was they where going to do for sheer fun and pleasure. Not mine of course. I was screaming inside. I was shivering with fear and would have wet myself if it was not for the fact that I could not due to lack of hydration.

The prod was slowly pushed up my pussy. It was level with the chair seat so it went away in. It hurt against my sore and blistered skin. The younger officer was kneeling down looking at me all smiles. He pressed the button and my body convulsed. My legs could not fully contract now they where secured it hurt much more. My arms behind the chair back where crushed and twisted with the pulse. My chest nearly exploded since it was confined. Being secured I could not bring the shock to a momentary end by turning my body and the probe losing contact. So it went on and on. I could only scream in my head the shock preventing my muscles to work. There was a rumble only. Once the officer stopped the shock the roar of pain erupted from my painful mouth. The shock caused one set of teeth to bite through the other. Each tooth was a point of pain.

He did not ask me any questions just moved between my breasts and pussy systematically. I did not plead I just let him and his prod do what they wished. Eventually they stopped and my ankles where released.

"I will see you this evening and I will think of something more interesting for your pleasure" the older officer said. "Just let the guard know you confess and I will not have to see you again".

I was dragged back to the cell and Beatriz was dragged away. She was pleading not to be electrocuted like Corina and me. She obviously had worked it out or Corina had told her. I knew now that in future I did not want to know my fate or the fate of others for that was much worse than the fate. I could not block out Beatriz's screams they where utterly merciless with her body. We could smell burning in the cell over our own smell.

The male prisoner had now shrunken back into his cell in shame and perhaps empathy for the pain of us women. Corina and I huddle in the far corner and tired by simple touch of skin to console and comfort each other. Poor Beatriz just screamed and screamed and screamed. I can here her screams now as I type reverberate around in my head and in those brick walls. Tinny and echoing. 

Beatriz was returned to the cell near unconsciousness. Corina and myself had huddled in the corner away from our make shift toilet. Beatriz was dumped just inside the door and painfully crawled to us to shelter best she could from the gaze of the guard and other prisoner who had come back to the bars of his cell.

There was no question of needing the toilet again not having had enough water or food to need it. My mouth was complete dry, parched. I'd say, do or give anything just to have my smarting lips wet. The heat had broke and the sun was dying. Soon the evening would come. I thought of the older officers words. "Confess and I will not come for you". We whispered. We where convinced that whatever we said it would be death. Our only chance was to stay alive along enough for someone important to find us and be able to authorise or bribe or influence our release. It would seem another session with the older man was inevitable.

The inner guard brought us water and food. Both serviced in a bowl. We had to lap it up once more like dogs. The guard reinforcing the image in my mind by say. "Comen las perras que podría ser el último." "Eat up bitches it might be your last meal". The male prisoner ate his food watching our naked tormented bodies.

I noticed him for the first time. I studied him like he studied me. He was naked I realised. I hadn't noticed before. His dirty body showed signs of torture. Beatings, burnings, thrashings and much worse.  Repeated doses over healed areas. His hair was all mattered together. His eyes seemed to bulge out of the sockets. His wrinkled face. His stubbed nose recently broken. His skin showing signs of dehydration and starvation. He'd been their for a while. Quite why they hadn't executed him I didn't know. Perhaps he was still useful to them in some way. It give me hope that we would remain alive long enough to be found. He reminded me of the doctors prize fighter. One of the regular distractions was attending a bare knuckle fight. We nurses would be given a small amount of money and free entry for tending to the injured. We would be often given the nod as to who for sure to bet on.

We girls where big fans of El Toro - The Bull. He was tall dark hansom. His muscles where well defined. Yes, even that one. Being nurses the fighters would strip off and walk around quite freely. So I had lots of delights to see. El Toro became know as "El toro que es propiedad de las enfermeras". The bull that belongs to the nurses. The doctors fighter was a small man like the prisoner. He was of Indian caste. He was quick and agile and won his fighters by cunning and speed and exhausting his opponent. He lost a fair few too, especially to the heavy weights. In bare knuckle there was no matching of size or weight.

The doctors challenged us to a fighter between El Toro and "Speedy Gonzales" as I called their fighter having explained about the cartoon character to the other nurses. We'd organise the fight and the entry fees would be split. There was a side bet but we would not put up our entry money. That would be stupid. We gathered together what we could about $300 dollars US. The doctors made book and we put the lot on El Toro he was obviously going to win.

The fight went on and on and on. Speedy was quick and nimble. Everyone was laughing at his antics which where just enraging the bull. Eventually the bull got a punch on target and sent Speedy flying. It was all over I thought but no Speedy got up how I don't know. The fight continued and Speedy went down again. After about 20 minutes El Toro was exhausted. Speedy hit him with all his might when El Toro stopped for a quick breather. Everyone laughed at Speedy's ineffectual punch. But El Toro after that came uncoordinated and Speedy hit him again. El Toro crashed to his knees and looked quite stunned at the effect of the little Indian. Speedy hit him again and El Toro keeled over. We'd lost but hey our split of the entry fees was $500 dollars so we where all a little better off.

 Orquidea looked a bit white, I noticed and very silent. The rest of us girls where exchanging words with the doctors and crowd. Corina and another nurse where tending to El Toro. The reason for Orquidea quietness and disappearance from the hospital didn't become clear until the next day. We went to collect our money from the doctor holding the purse. It was one we could trust. He pointed out we had nothing to collect. Orquidea had bet the lot plus a bit more we didn't have on a IOU. Well it took a day to find her and confront her. A good few slaps and worse to come would deal with her.

Corina and the older nurse over us pleaded with the doctors to let us off because Orquidea hadn't our permission to bet as she did. The doctors finally relented on a condition.

Two days later we where in the psychiatric ward. Seven nurses. The Doctors had cleared the very end ward of the rubbish normally stored their. We entered at the appointed hour and moved to the far left corner as instructed. There we stripped down to our panties. Just them. Each of us had then to tuck dollar or five dollar bills into our waistband. We then had to move to the back wall and stand with hands on head. Seven topless nurses.

The doctors kept us waiting. The clock ticked past the appointed time by nearly 10 minutes when they where heard coming. Laughing and cheering. They crashed into the ward and went silent. They just looked at our bared breasts and seemed temporarily transfixed.

This stupor did not last long and soon they where upon us. The older guy kept count of what they where each taking in correct percentage compensation due. This was the first time that I saw Ricardo smile or have a human side rather than his usual clinical nature. We where not an item at that time but I was already interested in him. Has many of the girls where. I didn't mind when he groped me and fondled me and took his winnings from my G-string. It took them a good five minutes to have us all left with just one or two bills each. They had gotten there enthusiasm out of the way and now regretted there haste to have fun. The next twenty five minutes seemed like forever as they slowly groped and fondled us as they slowly stripped the dollars from us.

Orquidea suddenly screamed. The young doctor who had removed her last dollar removed her panties. That would teach her. The doctors left and we gathered around Orquidea and made sure she could not get back to her clothes. Once we where all dressed we left taking Orquidea clothes with us. It was about an hour later I saw her flanked by two nuns going into the administrators office. They had not bothered to cover her naked body. She was not seen again after that night.


These may be the last naked women he would see. I ate and then crawled back out of his stare and turned to the wall to cover my frontal assets.

Time pasted and eventually as night came the sound of the big wooden door opening echoed around the brick prison. My stomach knotted. I felt that I could now use the corner but there was no time. The guard came straight for our huddle and pulled me out through Beatriz and Corina's wall. I was dragged to the room not been given chance to find my feet. At the open door I could see the big tin dish. It was obviously for me. I was pulled to it and stood before it. I looked down it was full of water. The older man still sat in his chair. The door closed behind me. The younger officer smiled. The guards rejoined my side. The younger officer stood and began to circle me. I followed him with my eyes until he went out of sight. I breathed in. Closed my eyes and waited for my fate. The rabbit punch to the kidneys sent me vertically down onto my knees. The pain made what was left of my breath pour out of me. Before I could collect my thoughts and say anything to try and protect myself the guards pushed me over head first into the water.

Panic stroke me as my head was fully under water. I'd had no time to take a breath in or seal my mouth. I was coughing and spluttering into the water. I breathed water up through my nose and it hit the back of my throat. I was trying to use all my power to push myself up but the two pair of arms pushing me down where to strong. I tried turning my head to the side hoping my mouth would come up above the water but I was too deep. Just as the cloudy light was fading to black I was in the bright lights of the room water pouring off my naked body and I was breathing in air making a terrible wheezing and roaring noise which is hard to describe. Sort of like the worse snore you've ever hard. Breathing was painful as I tried to make up for lost time and air. My lungs burned.

Before any question was asked or I had any chance to plead or confess I was once more back in the water. The air escaped me in a gigantic bubble. The water rushed into my mouth and nose and once more I was frantic drowning not wanting to end like this. Then I felt it the terrible shock the probe had been pushed into my anus and then fired. My body convulsed and I bagged my head on the base and side of the tin. My chest collapsed and expanded causing water to gush both ways. I was in darkness then in light.

This time wet and water poring then dripping off me. Air trying to refill my lungs. A aching pain in my chest from the need to breath deeply and fast to pump oxygen to vital parts. Slowly I found my composure and still breathed rapidly and deeply to catch my breath and breathed in one large breath and forced out the bad air from deep in my lungs bringing up water as I did.

The old man now spoke.

"I am going to drown you then revive you with electricity. Is this not what you do in your modern hospitals in the west" he said.

I nodded quite why I did not know. I assumed he was referred to the process for heart surgery which was just being to be common place. "We have found more practical uses for it here" he said.

With that the guards who had been stood beside me with their marigold gloves on pushed me back down into the water. This time I had time to take a breath not that it did me much good. I was held in place and kept still. I figured that they would realise that I had took a breath and release me there being no point in the torture. But no. I felt the probe push in this time because I was fighting or panicking. I waited. Then explosion of pain and air. Convulsion and counter convulsion and water rushed into my mouth and nose at the same time air rushed out. The panic which had been psychological felt now was enacted in my threshing about. It was hard to thrash to much the probe hurt when I moved I was frighten of ripping myself. My knees which had cracked when the rabbit punch sent me to the ground rubbed against the hard concrete and scorched my body and mind. The probe fired again and I convulsed. Once more water and air collided and I went blank and then dark. Next I was in the air with the weirdest of noise coming from some wild beast. Then realised in the exploding chest pain it was me. They waited. Water pouring off me then dripping then slowly my breathing quietened and slow and I thought I was going to stop. My heart was beating loud and strong. I could feel and hear it. The slower my breathing the faster and stronger it became.

"Confess" the older man said.

I managed to shake my head.

I found myself back in the water and the torture was repeated. This went on for a few more times. Drowned then electrocuted. First three electrocutions, then the next drowning it was four. Then five. I got the message.

"Perhaps the British nurse likes the electricity. We must see if other means will pursued her.

I was back in the water and waiting for the probe. But the probe didn't come. Then I felt it. It wasn't pain. But it made my breath explode. The younger officer stuck his fingers up into my pussy and began to probe in and out. This went on until I stopped my attempts to escape the water and his fingers and I passed out.

Back in the light, concious again of my surrounds but wondering how long I had been gone and where I had gone too.  "Did you enjoy that" the older man said smiling. I shook my head. Silly of me. "Good we will do it until you do or you confess" Before I could say anything in reply I was once more back in the water. The fingers back inside me my breath escaping me. I was pulled out of the water but now they weren't letting me recover before I was back in with the fingers inside of me. This went on for a few more times but I'd not counted so could not tell you how many.

"We can think of plenty more ways to assist you to confess. You are being stupid. We know you sold drugs to the bandits, we know you want to the guerillas camp. We know you know where Alvar is. You do not deny any of this" he said. I shook my head. I wanted to explain but I did nor have any breath. He smiled and then I was immersed again. This time the electrode was stuff up into my sex. I had forgotten how this session had started. The convulsion nearly broke my body in two. The shocks where stronger than previously. They'd turned them up or I wasn't resilient any more. Water gushed in and air blasted out. I was just floating in a blue and white cloud world. The pain had gone. The smell had gone. I was at peace then I was back in the light gasping for my life. But that was not enough the electrode which had ripped out of me now found my left breasts and sent me back over to the floor. My body bending against itself screamed in pain. I tried to move back from the pain but I was two weak. The guards grabbed me and I was back down in the water. No time to seal my breath.

This time the probe really forced itself up my womanhood and sent my body into broken spasm. My spine cracked as it arched. My head came out of the water for a moment the guards not being able to keep it in. It was then pushed back in. Another shock, then another. Then the blue white clouds, peace, no pain. Then the bright light. Then no time back in the water and this time a finger. Not in my womanhood but in my anus. It was searching for something. But it had no time for I was once more in heaven. This time I did not wish to come back but was brought back by a shock to my right breasts. The finger still in my bum meant the body behind it stopped me going all the way back so my body fell again onto the probe and electrocuted itself.  This was the patten for some three or four times.

I'd been left on the floor. I'd recovered. I was in pain laying on my back arms beneath me. When I tried to turn I was pulled over onto my back again. They stood and looked at my naked shattered body and compared it to my two friends. They wondered what it would be like to have me. The old man spoke, "Right lets show her just how foolish she is. Let's have her confession now I am bored with her"

I was pulled on to my front then dragged around in a circle on the floor so my head was to the tin bath. I was dragged to it then forced up onto my knees.

"Well!" the old man side.

I was silent.

My body was pushed down into it. They did it slowly. I was able to draw in and hold a large breath. I waited. It was not the finger or probe. I knew what it was I had only had anal sex once before. I screamed under the water. As the officer probed me I tried to get away from his weapon of torture but this just pushed me deep into the tin bath and water. This made me push back which impaled me on his penis. I was in turmoil. I was pulled up out of the water into a straight back position but he was still inside of me. The tin bath was kicked out of the way. I was gasping for air to be able to scream. I was bent my head hitting the concrete with such force it knocked me senseless. I was cloudy then realised it was me and not a doll in a film that was being anally raped. I was still being raped. He finished fully coming inside of me and I was dragged for I did not even try to stand back to the cell. I watched him, his large limp member on show his look, his laugh is smile of delight and the "there's more for you" look. I noticed on the floor the water and remembered that at some point I had wet myself. I don't think they noticed. But the memory coming back revolted me and I nearly died at that point. Back in the cell. The torture replayed itself to me and the image cleared. I remembered. My God I had shit myself in front of them. The probe loosening my muscles such that I could not stop myself. I could not remember suffering the psychological rape of knowing that I was wetting myself and shitting.

I did not no how long I had been asleep in my nightmare world. The world I woke up to was not much better. Beatriz and Corina where both with me naked. I drifted off again and dreamed of the doctors.

I had been collecting old drugs from various nurses around the hospital. One of our friends had been hurt in a attack by the police on the criminal gangs as she travelled to work. She had a young family including a son who was crippled in the fighting. If you didn't work you didn't get paid. We where going to sell the drugs to the criminal gangs to give her some money to live on until she could get back to work.

Some one had informed on me. I was summoned to the little doctors office come sleep room come mess room. The doctors who ran the scheme where not best pleased with me. I explained what the stash was for and beg to be allowed to keep it. The older doctor said that if I where to have sex with them I could. I said I was not that sought of girl but would let them take me out to dinner. They all laughed. The middle aged one said for my cheek and impertinence that they wouldn't have sex with me at all. They all laughed again. The older doctor said I had a choice. I could have sex with them all, or they would ensure that I was found with the drugs on me by the police. Well being away from home and on no rations and he being quite dishy in a mature way and having heard the rumours of how good he was I agreed to let him. He smiled and said that he would make it easy for me this time. I could choose one other to have sex with. Suddenly a flash of brilliance came to me. "I pick Ricardo" I said. Ricardo was a Columbian doctor who was very nice and polite and a little stand offish. I was sure he would decline the offer. But he didn't. The old one said he would arrange for me to use one of his contacts so I got a good price. He sent me on my way and said he wished to savour the wait and have a perfect experience when he had me.

I figured it would be a meal and back to each of their places one evening that week. I'd already had to endure being stripped completely naked when selling the drugs. Which I thought was probably his idea.

Later that week when I was finishing a particularly hectic day the older doctor called down to my station and asked me to report to the lunatic ward. I arrived to see a group of doctors hanging around the unused side ward. They where all knowing smiles. I had to push through into the room where the older doctor was sat on the old fashioned hospital bed. I certainly wasn't expecting to have to perform there and then being how at the moment I was as I said in the a side room of one of the hospital wards, still in uniform. The old doctor just smiled at me when I entered and had me stand against the short wall by beckoning me to it with his hand. He surveyed me up and down and nodded and smiled. He then got off the bed and went and opened the ward door and called in the young doctor Richardo. I did not no it then but he was to be come my husband.

Ricardo was tall dark haired hazel eyed olive skinned. He worked out and had a very well tone body. His skin was always kept naturally oiled. He was the prize of the hospital if any girl could get him but he seemed uninterested in us all. At least I hadn't heard of him having any of my colleagues. I did catching him once or twice give me a eyeful especially if my dress rode up to reveal my stocking tops when climbing on beds to lift patients.

Ricardo it was explained to me later had done the older doctor a great service and the older doctor had asked Ricardo what he'd wanted most in the world. His answer was to have me.  The older doctor said he was very pleased that I'd picked Ricardo because he wasn't so keen on sharing me with any of the others. Ricardo was in some way related to him I'd heard say. I later when I got to know Ricardo well found out that the older doctor was a distant cousin but well in touch with the family in the old country and he'd supported Ricardo's quest to be a doctor. 

The older doctor smiled broadly at me. "Please remove your clothes Sandy and get up on the bed." he said.

I couldn't believe that he was intending to have me there in front of Ricardo. But he seemed earnest. "Please or do you like to be taken" he said. I shook my head.

I hesitantly looking down at my feet somewhat ashamed that I was going to strip like some common whore for Ricardo and the request of this older man. I looked at Ricardo but could tell this was just what he wanted as well and a bulge had appeared in his groin area. I looked up into his face and he looked at me smiled and looked down at himself telling me he knew what I'd been looking at on my eyes journey from my feet to his face.

I cast off my shoes then began to undo the button front of my nurses uniform. My upper chest came into view. "You see my Ricco I told you no support needed" It was true that day I was not wearing my bra. The buttons continued to part each making a popping noise which reverberated off the walls of this quiet bright room with a neck hair tingling chill and a sudden scented freshness. Soon the cleavage was to view. A few more of the little white plastic buttons and the tops of my white panties where on show to them. I had worn my lace meshed very brief pair due to the heat of that day. It was hot even by San Salvador standards. I removed the dress to be stood there just in panties. I now blushing with Ricardo clearly salivating already aroused slipped off my panties to reveal my bush. "Are you where right my young friend not a true blonde at all".

I just stood there naked waiting. Ricardo and the old man just looked me up and down. I began to fidget uncomfortably. Crossing one foot over the other then back again. My hands loosely around my patch not covering but not fully wantonly displaying myself. Head bowed eyes down with occasional up lifts to see the expression and direction of their gaze. Both men where checking out my breasts and lower areas in equal measure. "Okay up onto the bed on your back legs spread" the old man side.

I crossed to the bed and turning my back to Ricardo climbed up onto the bed as he had often watched me do in my uniform Now naked I was much more aware of what he was seeing. My gaping wet, for I was very wet, pussy came into show as my legs parted. I turned my body around and laid down getting into position. Head on the pillow, arms by side I opened my legs and closed them again a few times to get the right distance apart as I felt was correct. I lay then on the coll white cotton sheet, clean, with the plastic covered mattress crackling and crinkling beneath it.

The old man began to undo his tie. "My boy I don't that she is a virgin but I will not spoil her for you. Why don't you please her first I think she will enjoy that more than my old wine".

Ricardo wasn't as neat a undressed as the old man. He was stripped and on the bed before I could really grasp what was about to happen. His member was deep inside me and he was pumping away. I hardly felt it I was so wet and somehow I'd kind of chilled out. He didn't take long to come at all. I was watching the older man undressing watch his young friend go at it like a wild animal. No love just sex, raw, fresh and fantastic.

The old man was now stood naked ready for his turn. Ricardo climbed off me and the old man climbed onto the bed. I thought Ricardo would now leave his deed done but no he stayed at the side of the bed still naked is limp member glistening in my juices and he watched his older partner slowly methodically fuck me. Fucking is very different to sex. The old man was rhythmic, slow, deep and searching. He was aiming his weapon at all points of my compass. He wanted to touch every inch of my pussy it seemed. He wanted to write his signature on me. It was really mind blowing. My back was arching, trying to get him even deeper than the bounds of my body would physically allow. I was desperate for it. He was very good. The best fuck of my life. He sucked on my nipples and kissed me, sending his tongue deep into me. I tried not to respond but it was far too good to waste. I blushed head to toe and convulsed. I shook and fell limp through the bed then burned up before feel desperately weak and repeated the cycle once more. Still he did not come. He continued to fuck me to yet more orgasms until I was senseless with them then he exploded into me with such force that I exploded one last time for that fuck but he was to send me to haven again that night and teach Ricardo how to send me too.

I lay there for a while recovering he had slipped off me and was sat on the corner of the bed. I began to raise and he turned towards me. "I have not finished with you yet and I think Ricardo has now many ideas and lessons to practice". Ricardo smiled and I resigned myself to my fate. The crazy thought went through my head. I had fantasised about being taken by multiple lovers now I was getting my dream delivered to me. I decided that I should except it go with it enjoy it and have a great time.

Ricardo climbed onto the bed and on top of me. He smiled down at me doing a press-up over my body. He lowered himself and I guided hi, in. I smiled and relaxed closed my eyes and let him slowly fuck me. He took me to haven, every bit as good as the old man but without the precision of age. He occasionally got the sequence and targeting wrong and it detracted from the pleasure just fractionally but he was the second best fuck of my life. Although the old man never had me after that day he will also remain in my mind as the one, the ideal to compare al others by. I was soon arched back, burning up with sweat. At some point I'd opened my eyes and had become more fully aware. Not only was Ricardo fucking me but I was reciprocating fucking back with my body. My sweat had soaked the cotton sheet and it slid over the plastic mattress covered aiding my rhythmic motion. I tried to have his weapon deep inside of me and although bigger than the older man's it seemed not to penetrate or fill me as much. It really is what you do with it that counts guys not size. I orgasmed in sink with him and darkness filled my world.

The smell of cigarette smoke brought me back to my senses. The two man where sat at the little table still naked chatting away. It hadn't been long but it seemed a age. It was as if the word had stopped turning and was turning the other way. The door of the ward opened and I panicked and naturally curled up covering myself. The man did not move. Another young doctor entered crossed to the older doctor for his signature on some forms. He'd must have seen me but did not give the game away. back to me he stood. When his paperwork was signed he turned, Looked me up and down, stepped to the door then turned back and surveyed me before smiling and leaving. I was curled up, knees to chest facing the door. I don't think he could see anything vital just my naked foetal position body.

The old man stood and stubbed out his cigarette. "Lets have you bent over the side of the bed" he said. I laid still as he moved around to the door side of the bed. He drifted his left index finger up my naked leg and curled torso before he was at my head. He reached out his hand and placed it behind my blonde mop and pulled my head to him. his penis was at mattress hight it was easy for him to guide my mouth onto it. I had only given a couple of blow jobs in my life to that point. I began to suck. I wanted to please him desperately for the pleasure and enjoyment he had given me. I sucked and sucked and his member grow and grow. He directed my sucking and licking with my tongue. He taught in that room everything I need to know about sex. The rest of my life as just been practise. He came and I had to decided what I was. I became a swallower of seed and it was good. Rather like fish paste but like glue I imaging.

He now pulled me off the bed genteelly and I was stood facing him. Close enough to touch when we swayed. he gently turned me around and pushed my head down and the small of my back into the bed. I spread my legs naturally to remain balanced. I heard Ricardo stand although I'd seen him as I stood I'd some how painted him out of my awareness. He came behind me and I reached out my arms and grabbed the far side of the bed-base. He started slow and lightly but built up in speed, depth, force, and girth. Soon I was writhing trying to turn to be kissed by him and kiss him. He bent into me and kissed my neck, cheeks, and lips when I could turn. I moaned the pleasure was intense. Then the old man came to the other side of the bed and I looked at his slightly aroused penis. He brought it to my mouth and side. "Pleasure yourself" And it was pleasure. I enjoyed it every second of it. The old man kept holding off. He was waiting. I orgasmed and nearly bit him through. He commented to Ricardo. He kept teasing my mouth I kept going wanting that taste again. Then he did it just at the point that I orgasmed and Ricardo shoot his load into me. He fired into the back of my throat and I just whither and went weak and nearly collapse to the floor.

The old man did not wait long. "Make me hard my little one I want to satisfy you again". the older man said. I took him back in my mouth and soon he was hard the young doctor came around to that side of the bed and took my hand from the older doctors hip and placed it on his penis. It was the first time that I'd watched myself hank fuck a guy. Until then it had always been uncovered. I brought him hard and after some time he came with a faint moan. His sperm shooting all over my hand. "No don't stop" he said and I brought him hard again whilst still sucking the old man who had great self-control even with a young blonde doing all she could to taste his seed again. The old man with drew and began to walk around the bed to my rear. He was going to fuck me again oh haven comes to good little girls.

He slipped inside me and Ricardo slipped his tool into my mouth. Once in haven to cocks two lovely cocks. The old man once more devastated my body and mind. I was soon coming and could not stop him even if I had wanted to which I did in away because to much of a good thing can drive a girl crazy. I was arching my body which caused Ricardo's penis to slip from my mouth. But I soon found it again and sucked and played with it even more fervently. I licked the knob with my tongue sending flinches and moans and groans through his body. I was on fire, I blushed simultaneous in two direction. My abdomen was in spasm with the wave of orgasms. Girls if you've never had multiples which I am fortunate to have had on many occasions this was polymers. Orgasms with orgasms. I could smell my heat i was sweating. The fluids dripped off me. My hair was soaking. I was engorged. My nipples rubbed against the bed and I realised they where now sore. The pain added to my delight. Then it happened. The old man sensing Ricardo's orgasm let rip with his two doses of the very best seed raced to meet each other via my body. I buckled and slid to the floor. I was absolutely breathless my chest hurt with the intensity of my breathing. I shook with weakness and the chill of the floor engulfed me. It was kind and numbing my body could not take any more sensation at that point I think I would have fitted if I tried.

They came and stood over me. Looking down at my naked uncovered body. They helped me up to my feet and guided me back to the table and chairs. I sank into the chair legs spread pussy on show. Ricardo smiled and went down on me without mercy. The older man set in the opposite chair and lit up a cigarette. he watch Ricardo ravish my pussy with his tongue. I was back on heat. I was bright red al over my orgasm rushing around my body uncontrollable. The flush not bothering to time its self with my orgasm any more. Then Ricardo found my hole with his finger and began finger fucking me. Oh this was sweet torture and heaven. I breathed, panted, moaned and groaned. I looked into the old man's face and he smiled and puffed on his cigarette I held Ricardo's head to me, trusting it into my private kingdom. I cried out to myself, "Come you bitch come this is agony". I came banging my head on the wall and taking my feet from under me nearly sliding off the chair. I was numb with the fucking on the outside of my pussy but I could still feel it deep down in my mind and it was brilliant.

Ricardo set against the foot of the bed opposite me looking at my naked body fully on display.The old doctor lit him a cigarette and passed it to him. He offered me a puff but I declined nor being my thing at all and I wasn't sure it was just tobacco. I looked around still breathless. I sucked in a breath in surprise when a face appeared at the little window in the door. The old man saw my look. "Do not worry my little one you are the star of the show and have nothing to be worried about". I was worried but was to exhausted to complaint or act.

He finished his cigarette and stood up and stepped over Ricardo's out stretched legs. He reached out for my hand and I gave it. He pulled me out of the chair and towards the bed. He turned me to face it and bent me over it. He rubbed my wet pussy with his fingers and slipped them in. He then slowly put himself inside me and started my journey to haven again. Ricardo just sat as the old man slowly fucked me. He had me all warm and aglow. My body was to weak to arch or bend or writhe around. It was just delicious delightful de-lovely sex. He screwed me and sent me to places in my mind that I've not been to since. I was vaguely aware of what he was doing then I felt something strange. His finger in my bum. I'd had this done my the girls often as punishment and once by a male lover during lovemaking. This was different he seemed to know where to probe to actually turn me on. I was reawaken with this. My body finding reserves to respond. Once more I was active, my body arched, it blushed and flushed. I was panting wanting his finger more than his cock which had left my pussy. Then before I had come before I was done he disappointed me and withdrew his finger. I was about to turn and complain when I realised Ricardo had stood and was behind me. He spoke in Spanish, the old man answered and his cock slipped into my arse hole and slowly methodically as with my pussy he fucked the arse off me. My mind said it was unnatural and I should complain. My body told it to fucking shut up. My pussy cried out that should be me then without warning another cock. Deep inside my pussy. I was being double banged for the first time in my young life and it was great. It was whorishly divine. I couldn't work out how they managed it and I didn't care they just banged me. I came and came again. Ricardo coming in me and withdrawing. The old man carried on. Ricardo came to my front and my mouth was put into action. He soon responded and I was now far gone. It was not me but some other girl who was truly enjoying this orgy this insane debouched screwing. Ricardo swelled more and the old man poked and prodded me with his weapon finding every spot of my virgin arse to delight. Ricardo pulled out of my mouth disappointing me. Then the old man pulled out of my arse. I nearly cried in displeasure. Then I turned Ricardo smiled and he put his finger in my pussy and began to fuck me. He smiled and smiled some dark secret on his mind. Then he pulled his finger out and slipped his cock deep, really deep into my arse. It spilt me I felt. There was a sore tingle but I did not care I was being arse fucked again and loved it. It would be weeks before I could use the toilet with out pain and I vowed as much as I liked it I would not let any other man or these two again take me like that. The old man now slipped his weapon into me and once more I was in heaven. I thought strangely how much right then and there I would like the other young doctor to be in my mouth. God I was sick depraved. A good catholic girl allowing two men one married to take me however they pleased. And in very unnatural ways.

I convulsed. I came. I swore. I blushed. I froze. I burned. I cried. I came. I went blind, delirious with joy and I collapse to be helped up by them to finish me with explosions in both holes. I was gone curled up on the floor not moving just savouring and thinking strangely the floor could do with a clean. I was spent they had gone. How long I had laid there I knew not. I had met my second husband.


I rose slowly. I walked with great care the movement causing my aching body great tribulation. I slowly dressed and walked out of the door back to my prison cell the guard wakening me with a bucket of cold water. Plates of food where being flung on the ground it was morning again.

Once more the male prisoner came to feed. He scuffed his food while drinking us in. He had grown more assured of himself and smiled and chuckled and told us what he could see of us. Each word a sword of pain but you had to endure. When done I was laying on my right side naked bottom to him Beatriz and Corina likewise. The occasional whimper in pain would come from one of us. My mind was clear now. I was thinking that death was soon to be upon me. I was wishing death so I would feel no more pain. I was pondering how best to go. Should I have not eaten and let starvation take me. Thirst I reasoned would be quicker. I did not want to die whist being tortured that would be their victory. But I reasoned that would be quickest of them all. All I had to do was say "I confess I took medical supplies to Alvar at the guerilla camp and treated their injuries". I was sure to be dispatched by quick means. But now I remembered the stories of bullets to the back of the head and strangulations. I did not want my face destroyed if found I wanted to be recognised. But I did not much care for having my breath choked from me.

A sinking feeling had gripped me. You know that one you get when you realise you will be dead someday. This was much worse I could not describe how. It was I reasoned the feeling you get when you are aware death is upon you. That this is your last. It was like a wild animal inside you with vicious teeth snapping and chewing you up. It was like a bottomless pit with peddles being thrown in but not ever reaching the bottom to make a sound. It was like having a hole in your abdomen which you could see straight through. It was like a saw going in and out and you could feel every tooth. A pole was made to turn by it. The pole was vertically through your body mouth to anus. I banished thoughts of my death by focusing on my real pain in the there and then. I can feel it now as I sit here typing. Each point of pain on my body was joined by an elastic wire. As I moved the wire pulled on the points of pain. You moved your knee your jaw, elbow, and breasts hurt. You moved your hand and your pussy and anus hurt along with the soles of your feet. It was horrid but it kept me from thinking about that dark dark place called death.

The wooden door open and it was Corina who was taken first on day three. The door was left. No sound came. Corina started to beg, "Please no, please I'm a good catholic girl" Then you heard the old man. "Confess or he will". "Por favor, no tengo nada que confesar ". Silence." No, no, no, ahh, no, no deje que eso lo detenga". I knew what it was he was doing. I closed my eyes and prayed. I hoped. Death before dishonour entered my mind.

It was a good hour before they brought her back. The wooden door had closed at some point so what Corina's final fate was was unknown to me. I opened  my eyes at the sound of the gate being unlocked. The interior guard of the first day was now one of the inner sanctum guards. Corina looked different she had died. Gone away far away. They cast her onto the floor and laughed. "Well your friend here is not very good in bed" the other inner guard said. They both chuckled. "Well little one lets see if you can be more fun entertaining us" With that they grabbed and dragged Beatriz off to the room. She pleaded put would not confess. I was really proud of her. They raped her multiple times but she called them everything and was slapped for it. They closed the door and all went silent. You heard or thought you heard the occasional scream. But it could have just been my own or Corina's moans.

I was sick to my stomach. I knew what was coming. Could I betray my friends and save myself this humiliation and terror. The wooden door opened and Beatriz bloody lipped was dragged back to the cell. "Ah this one enjoyed herself English nurse. We now try your other hole has well" I nearly throw-up. "Did the English whore not tell you that our officer used her arse for his pleasure. You see you two have been spared that this time". With that I was dragged to my feet and pushed out of the cell. Stood just passed the iron gate fully naked and revealed to the male prisoner. The inner guard form the first day spoke. "If you are a good boy we will give them to you before we (then making a gun out of his fingers and point to my head) pow, pow"

In the room it was erringly silent. The old man sat in his chair. The young officer waited besides a mattress. I was marched to the old man. He sat looking me up and down. He seemed to notice me for the first time. "We can not answer the time old question" he said. I stood looking puzzled as I was. "Do blondes have more fun" he said and they all laughed. It was a comment to say he had noticed my bush was jet black and my mop was platinum blonde. A very blood stained and dirty blonde.

"You know what we are going to do to you" he said. I nodded. "Well?" I said nothing in reply.

I was turned to the mattress. The younger officer started to undo his belt. I was just made to watch his preparations. I tried to wriggle free but was firmly held. My bodies gyrations made him smile and I could see it was turning him on so I stopped and resigned myself to watching. I later thought why hadn't I just closed my eyes.  He unbutton then unclipped his trousers then pulled down the flies. He pushed his trousers off his hips and let them drop around his ankles. He then trampled out of them his shoes catching in the material. He was looking at me all the time head turned to his left side to see my naked body. I think he really thought he was making love to me. I was just quaking and shaking and in need of a toilet. I did not want this. I couldn't stop it could I? He then removed his underpants and turned to me. He took his member in his hand and began to wank. I collapsed my knees buckling. I was dragged to the mattress and dropped on it. The guards then busied themselves ranging me as I became frantic. Soon I was on my back arms beneath me reminding me of the pain they had suffered. The guards pulled and held my legs apart. They all feasted on my pussy and passed comments about what they where all about to do to me. I spat at him and tried to get up. They just laughed.

"Confess or he will rape you" the older man said. I shook my head. "He's not going to be gentle with you". I shook my head. "Well I'm sure you will prefer this to it being 'up your arse'". They all laughed again. "Rape her" the old man said. And he (the younger officer) went to have me and I cracked.

"Please I'll confess. I did what you said" I said. They laughed. "We know you did British nurse but we just want to fuck with you now" the young offer said. I thought that meant psychologically and I was going to be let off. But no. He entered me and had me. I screamed. Tried to bite him. Which made him do it harder. It hurt in so many ways. There was the real pain of the fuck. The violence of it made my broken body cry and scream in pain. My arms crushed beneath me with his weight cracked and grinned. I tried to escape psychologically but couldn't. I was awake all the time he did me. He came. He was not satisfied. He took his member out and gestured to my mouth. I thought go on and I'll bite it off. He smiled, "No my fat puta. I think you'd bite me" he said and the guards holding my legs apart roared with laughter. He masturbated. I tired to turn away and close my eyes but the guards twisted my nipples until I watched. He wanked hard then plunged back inside of me. When he had done the guards each went next. The officer did not assist them by holding my legs apart. He went and sat on his chair and smoked a cigarette whilst he watched and enjoyed them raping me. The guards where worse at least the officer did not try to kiss me, it was just sex with him. The guards licked me and sucked my nipples which caused really pain. The old man looked on dispassionate. "There are many types of pain we will use your body until you wish never to be used again by any man" he said. They came quickly but swapped place many times each having me fully twice with other aborted times. "Make sure you treat her like the puta she is. Do to her like the animals in the field. She is just 'crane, to be used and consumed." The guards changed tack and now whilst one fucked me the other masturbated over me. He came and the semen splatted my face. Still this was not the final indignity of this first round. "You are not very good in bed are you British nurse you do nothing for my men's needs. Finish with her and clean her off. Piss on her".

They finished with me and stood. Although it would not cause me pain I could feel my anguish. My face had a truly pain expression as they stood over me their cocks out and they pissed over my face and breasts then laughing pissed over my 'forest fire' to put it out as one of them called it. When they where done they just left me like that. They sat backs to the wall and smoked some handmade cigarettes. Time passed not sure how long. The guards went and closed the wooden door.

"Confess fully and properly or you will be. I'm not sure of the correct term.  'Sodomizado'" I nodded he smiled. The guards return to me and turned me over onto my stomach. My legs where pulled apart. "Please what do you want me to say?" I asked.


"Where is the camp" the old man asked. "I don't know we didn't go to the camp" I said. "I know" the old man said. "You still don't get it. We play a game with you. We know you know nothing but before we kill you we rape you and make you wish for the bullet" I threw-up what I had. They laughed.


The young officer came over. "I'm going to (he shoved his finger in my arse) do you dry this time" I cried and tired to struggle his finger was hard and he tried always to inflict pain. Then he stopped and I wish he hadn't. He climbed over me and did me. It real hurt this time. I was fully concious of what he did to me. He went on and on. Eventually he came but not before I felt myself split. I have had a life long problem with that scaring ever since. I had to have surgery a few years ago to easy the scarring so I could go to the toilet with less pain. I have to make sure I don't get constipated. That is the cruellest torture of all they inflicted on me. A permanent reminder of what they did. Next the guards had me and that was that. I was taken back to the cell the noon sun coming up and the heat causing me to sweat which smarted my wounds and caused me to scream aloud inside.


Corina and Beatriz where to be taken once more that afternoon. This time their anuses where not spared. The fact was reported by the guards when they where returned to the cell.


Water and cereal where served. This time our hands where unbound. Even this kindest was a torture as the full blood rushed back in causing extreme pins and needles. It was a good while before we could use our hands to eat our food and sip water. It suddenly dawned on me at some point that I was completely naked being watched by the male prisoner. He just stared. It was at this point that some strange mental process took me over. I can remember that it was at that precise point and no other. I'm not sure I can explain it at all even now.


The torture had made me stronger. I was going to fight. I was going to survive. The torture had happen to a different me. Not the shy young nurse from Hartlepool. I ate my food and thought of the future. I hoped that Ricardo would understand I was sure he would. We'd marry and have lots of children. He would be a famous doctor treating torture victims and war victims. I be by his side. I drifted off to sleep and dreamed a complete life.


I remembered crazy events from my life. I remembered the local boys spying on us nurse in our bikini's on the lawn of the back garden of the residence. I remembered the day I decided to risk going topless sure that all the nuns where elsewhere. I lay in the warm tropical sun. My breasts white slowly turning to brown. I was thinking despite the issues El Salvador was a great place. I actually thought about my white bits. It would be great to go home to my sister Kate and show off my all over tan. I dreamed of holidays. I dreamed of mum and aunty Kath. Then returned to Ricardo and a big white wedding in the cathedral in San Salvador.


The tin rattle of the dishes hitting the cell floor woke me. It was early in the morning of day 4. Cereal and water once more. I ate and drank as did the others. The male prisoner was gone. I feared the worse for him but had not heard any gun shoot. The morning dragged on. I was surprised and glad to be alive. Noon came and there was a commotion. A group was being assembled. A group of Indian prisoners led by the prisoner opposite appeared at the cell gate. They had been washed. They stood completely naked. The cell gate was opened and they where let it. The guard watched as they systematically went about raping us.


The male prisoner opposite was in charge and gave commands. Now hands free we fought we fought for all our might and worth. It was still in vain. Soon I was over powered and Corina and Beatriz where kept back. He raped me repeatedly then smiled and the bastard said "Thank you". When he was done they started on Beatriz I tried to fight them off but the big strong one kept me and Corina pinned to the floor and menaced our parts as and when he could. Soon it was Corina's turn and then it was back to mine. The afternoon was filled with rape. I just let them. Just do it, get through it, survive and get free then report it" I wasn't really thinking straight. I knew what this meant. We where dead. All of us the Indian's too. There would be no living witnesses to this who would tell all at some war crimes trials.


Eventually they had their fill. We girls cuddled up and they sat in the opposite corner. The guards came and took them away. The male prisoner looked over his shoulder and mouthed "Good bye". I never saw or heard from him again. We have searched for them but they disappeared and we never knew their names. We drifted off to sleep hungry and thirsty.


The morning of day five. It was sure to be my last on earth. The dawn walk. Our would I be taken out naked to somewhere in the country. That black gaping hole full of the wild beasts had come back. The wooden door opened and five guards where in our cell. Beatriz was just awake. Corina knew what this meant and was pleading. We where dragged up and dragged kicking and screaming. I tired to scratch and bite the guards. In the room no old man or young officer. Just a big tub of water. We where put into it together and buckets of water where tossed over us. We where hand soap and made to wash. The washing was painful the hard bar of soap rubbing all our wounds. It was like washing potatoes I thought strangely. You know when you wash off all the outer dirt to find that the potato is marked with blacketts. I looked at my friends bruised bodies and down at mine. Purple, blue, black, green yellow and brown. Red raw and pink but also white sheer white with no life. Blisters and cuts. Grazes and scuffed skin. Poor Beatriz's beautiful body was now spoiled. I was sure before our detention she was a virgin. I later, in letters, had it confirmed. Her torture to endure for life was never being able to have children because of the abortion she'd had to have which went tragically wrong. The guard stood around and watched. They seemed in a unusual mood. There was no insults or threats. In fact I realised that they where being kind and attentive but also somewhat hesitant. We washed and they offered us towels. Well torn up clean cloth anyway. We dried as best we could and they left us there naked.


We where very confused. Suddenly I had a thought. The gas chambers of concentration camps. The black wolf of a hole was back. I needed the loo. The girls huddled into me and I into them. We questioned each other for reassurance trying to figure out what was coming. The wooden door opened and a new older man came in. He was an American. The black thick glasses, the black square cut suit. The white shirt with black pencil tie. The highly polished black shoes. He took one look at us naked three huddled together and turn back the way he had come and started barking orders in Spanish.  Guards started running. One appeared at the doorway and explained that our clothes had been burned. He gave some more orders and turned back to us.


"I apologise ladies. Had I know your state I would not have come in." He began to take off his jacket and crossed the room to Beatriz and addressed by her surname. "Here Miss *******. Please." He covered her and noticed her and our nakedness. A shiver ran down my spine. It was a shiver that his looking was not allowed. It was wrong. But some craziness clicked in my brain.


Soon guards returned with shirts and trousers for Corina, Beatriz and myself. The man turned his back whilst we dressed. I'd been naked for 4 whole days and had every inch of me seen by many men and I'd become accustomed to it. But now the same men seeing me was not allowed it was shameful and wrong. It was like the strippings at the hospital and I couldn't stop myself from wanting to react to it. My body was in turmoil. Abused as it was never wanting to be seen or touched again. Having been violated by these men its still strangely trilled at their new sight of me under some new rules which made all the difference. This psychological confusion as remained for the rest of my life. One level of force thrills me another just makes me dumb. A strange dumbness where you can do to me whatever you want with out my objection. It does not turn me on nor off its just what you choose to do to me for your pleasure. It's what happens to women. My psychiatrist and psychologist have tried to 'cure' me or make me 'whole' or normal again but although the nightmares do not come very often now and my body can respond to a man's gentle touch again. I still have this dual personality. The strong death before dishonour kill you one. And the roll over and die one that allows the most horrible things to be done to her quite willingly. I actively try to avoid such situations I hate myself when I allow my body to be abused. But sometimes I can't stop it I'm just caught in the moment and have to endure. Like with what Maggie did to me at Christmas.

The American told us that he was sent by the American Government after Beatriz's father had found out where we where. He apologised once more for seeing us and said that he had a car to take us back to town. It turned out that we where not very far from San Salvador. We received what passed for an apology and it was impressed upon me that leaving and not returning was part of the deal for my life. I left a few weeks later Ricardo at my side. I would not return to 2000 to be reunited with Beatriz who is now very important and speaks out for those that suffered under the junta.