Lisa remembered very little of the lengthy journey to the soldier's barracks. The truck had rolled along smoothly to begin with but once off the well-constructed main roads in the city centre it had begun to lurch around and rattle noisily. Sitting naked in the back with the other five traumatised women she had struggled to keep her seat as she was bounced around. Maria, her two female colleagues and the two guards on the other hand seemed totally unconcerned by the vehicle's jolting.
"Where are you taking us?" Consuela, one of the Spanish girls asked part way through the drive.
All of the other five women looked up at the question, each of them wondering what the answer might be.
Maria smiled crookedly, "Never you mind puta, you'll be at your new home soon enough."
The way she said it and the look of disdain on her face was enough to silence any further questions from them.
Marielle leaned closer to Lisa and whispered, "Where do you think we are going?"
"I don't know but I'm pretty sure it can't be good wherever it is." The English girl replied quietly.
They sat in silence for the remainder of the journey, each of them lost in their own thoughts about the events in the hotel ballroom. A few sobbed quietly while the others just stared unseeingly as they reflected on what had happened to them earlier in the evening.
Eventually the truck slowed and the total darkness outside gave way to flickering lights, although it was impossible to see anything more through the heavy material covering the back of the lorry. A few minutes later they stopped and the two guards threw open the canvas flaps and dropped the tail-gate before jumping to the ground.
"Out!" Maria ordered tersely.
Slowly the women got their feet, wincing and grimacing at the pain from their abused bodies and shuffled towards the rear of the truck. The two soldiers stood on the ground and stared at the naked girls until Maria intervened and ordered them to help the six of them down.
Any embarrassment Lisa had had at being nude had long since evaporated and she stepped forward to be the first one to be helped down. The two soldiers leered at her naked body, reaching up and grasping her hands they lifted her down. As soon as her feet touched the floor their hands slid over her, groping her breasts and sliding up between her legs to stroke her pussy.
"We fuck you soon bitch." One of them mocked her as he squeezed her tit.
"I gonna fuck your arse baby" the other one whispered salaciously.
Letting her go the two rebels turned back to the other girls in the truck, freely fondling each of them as they assisted them out, taunting each one in turn.
As the half-a-dozen women stood nervously huddled together at the back of the truck, a number of soldiers gathered around calling out and whistling until Maria ordered them away. It was a clear indication of the influence the former prostitute held within the garrison that they all obeyed without question.
A rapid exchange of Spanish between the madam and one of her assistants, another former prostitute by the name of Catalina, followed before the aide took charge.
"This way." Catalina ordered and started to lead led the small group through a doorway into squat, mud-coloured, flat-roofed building.
"Not you." Maria grabbed Lisa by the arm and held her back, "You come with me."
As she spoke, she handed Lisa a grubby cotton shift to put on. The garment wasn't very flattering and was quite short but it was, at least, sufficient to cover her nudity.
"What... where are we... No... no... I want to stay." Lisa protested as she was led away from the others.
"Silencio puta!" Maria spat out in Spanish, quickly putting a stop to any argument the young wife might have had.
Nervously the young English woman allowed herself to be marched across the darkened compound towards a well-lit building on the far side. As they reached its entrance Lisa jerked back suddenly not wanting to be taken inside.
"No... no... please... no" she whimpered struggling to break free.
Unfortunately for her Maria was as strong as she looked and a sharp slap across Lisa's face put a stop to any thought of resistance. The hefty blow stunned her momentarily, leaving her cheek reddened, and she meekly allowed herself to be led in through the door.
Inside, the well-lit room was empty apart from an unmanned desk, some filing cabinets and two chairs but Maria ignored these and dragged the anxious girl behind her to a doorway in the far wall.
Rapping loudly, she stopped and waited.
"Entrar!" a man, whoever he was, on the other side of the door called out.
Pulled in after the madam Lisa saw that the inner office was similarly furnished to the outer room with one main exception, this one was occupied. A tall uniformed man with a Zapata moustache and a large paunch stood by a metal desk, his manner suggesting to Lisa he was a senior officer of some sort.
His eyes slowly travelled disconcertingly up and down her scantily clad body before he turned to Maria.
"Asi que?" his voice was a soft baritone.
Maria briefly nodded her head, "This is one of the new whores, coronel. I believe she is ingles."
The tall officer smiled thinly, "Excelente. Gracias Maria. Wait outside I will call for you in a while."
Dismissed the former prostitute backed out of the office and closed the door leaving Lisa alone with the colonel.
"Please... you have to help me... please...I've been..." she started to plead for his help.
"Silencio!" the soldier shouted making her flinch, "I am Coronel Martinez, the commandant here, and you will speak only when I say you can. Do you understand?"
Nodding Lisa bit her bottom lip and stood still, trembling, as the colonel moved closer to her and ran his hand along her cheek.
"Bien muchacha." He smiled again.