Candice was jarred to consciousness as the old blue and white Buick traveled quickly up the poorly maintained road. The seat that she was laying on was dirty and cracked, the foam rubber showing through. The hot wind and bright sunlight coming in through the open windows made her painfully aware that she was naked. Looking down on the car floor, she saw her sundress lying in a bloody wad on the floor. Slowly, she began running her hands over her massively swollen and bruised breasts to assess the damage. While they hurt like hell, she was relieved to find she had not been permanently disfigured. Letting her hands travel downward, they crossed her bruised midsection where she had been strapped to the table, to gently feel her shaved mound and swollen pussy lips. She gritted her teeth against the pain to find that her jaw muscles and throat ached horribly from all of the screaming she had done. Probing gently between her labia, she lifted her hand and found it covered with dried blood and semen. Again reaching down, but this time behind her, her hand touched many layers of dirt and caked blood. Unconsciously, she groaned. Her entire abdomen hurt horribly from her recent torture.

Hearing sounds from behind him, the driver looked with concern over the back of the front seat into the terrified eyes of the girl. "Horrible what those soldiers did! I'm with Mountain Productions. I was sent to the airport to pick you up. I was waiting outside when the soldiers dragged you outside wrapped in a blanket and threw you into a car. Not knowing what else to do, I followed them as they drove you out of town where I watched them dump you and your luggage into a ditch on the side of the road. Please don't move. Rest senorita. We're on our way to my cousin's house. He's a doctor."

With vast relief, Candice closed her eyes and again passed into unconsciousness.

Unseen cameras hidden in the seats caught every detail.

When she awoke, she didn't know where she was. Still exhausted, she found that she was lying under a clean cotton sheet in an antique queensized bed. It felt wonderful! She felt the warm breeze from the ceiling fan blowing the fresh air through the four open windows around the room.

The room she was in was white stucco. In the lefthand corner, she spied her dirty luggage piled into a neat stack. A large mirror was attached to the wall opposite the foot of the bed. Below it and between two of the room's three doors, she could see the top of a lovely antique dresser. To the right of the bed stood an intravenous drip stand and, just beyond it, the room's third door.

With a start, she suddenly remembered why she was there and all of the horrible things that had recently happened to her.

Lifting the sheet to look at her bruised naked body, it was apparent that she had been thoroughly washed and cared for. She could see orange disinfectant stains on her wrists, breasts, crotch and ankles. A maxi-pad was taped between her legs. From under it, a catheter tube descended to a bag hanging from the side of the bed.

Looking to her left on the nightstand, Candice saw a glass with water standing next to a filled pitcher within easy reach. Lunging in her haste to overcome the thirst that assailed her, she knocked the pitcher onto the floor with a noisy crash. Gratefully, she gulped the water from the glass and then looked mournfully at the mess she had made. A few moments later, the door opened and a middleaged man and woman rushed in. In addition to his other clothing, the man wore a white lab coat and had a stethoscope hanging from his neck. The woman was dressed as a nurse.

With a barely audible "tsch tsch tsch", the woman stooped down and began picking up the shards of glass from the broken pitcher and then left to retrieve a broom and mop.

With a squeaky grunt, Candice tried to apologize for the breakage.

"Please don't worry about the pitcher and don’t talk", said the man in a kindly voice. "I am Dr. Jesus Interiano. That was my wife Martha. You have been asleep for well over a day. Now, don't try to speak. You must give your throat time to heal. You need rest. Are you hungry?" To a hasty nod, the Doctor said, "My wife will bring it up right away. Just eat and rest. I will be up in a few minutes to take a look at you." Tears welled up in Candice's eyes in gratitude as the Doctor left.

Within a few minutes, Martha came back in, helped her to sit painfully up, and placed a tray of loose warm porridge, milk, and juice before her. "I'll be back in a few minutes to get the tray, clean up, and to help you to go to the bathroom." Candice smiled her thanks to the kind woman who soon departed.

Though she grimaced in pain with each swallow, within minutes, she had gobbled down everything before her. Contentedly, she leaned back and relaxed.

Fifteen minutes later, Martha returned. In addition to a mop and broom, she also carried a pair of rubber gloves and an enema bag, which Candice eyed unhappily. After quickly and efficiently cleaning up the mess that she had made, she moved the tray off onto the floor next to the door, and made her patient slide down and raise her knees. Martha next removed the pad and catheter, and wheeled the I.V. stand to the foot of the bed.

By way of explanation for what was about to occur, Martha told her, "My husband doesn't want you to pass a hard bowel movement until you have had a few days to heal."

Opening one of the other doors to reveal a bathroom, Candice watched as Martha put on rubber gloves and went about the task of preparing the enema. Coming back into the room holding the enema bag upsidedown and a towel, Martha reached into her pocket and removed a small bottle of medicine and a long tube of lubricant that she placed at the foot of the bed near her patient's feet. She next opened the bottle and poured its contents into the bag. Finished, she then attached the enema bag cap, tube and nozzle and gave the bag a few quick swirls. A small metal clamp held the tube shut.

Resting the filled bag against the foot-board, Martha moved around next to Candice, reached under the girl's knees to raise her buttocks, and smoothed the towel beneath her. She then directed the girl to lay on her side and bend her knees. Opening the tube of lubricant, the woman next smoothed some clear cream onto the enema nozzle with her left index finger and then held it up to examine it critically for uncovered areas.