Taylor being lifted out of the tank by a large pair of grippers.  She is streaked with variuos kinds of mess.

CAPTION: We all have rather ugly coatings of bodily fluids by the time the evening’s entertainment is over.

Taylor (with others) is standing on a conveyor belt.  Jets of hot (steam rising) soapy water are being projected at them as they move along.

CAPTION: Fortunately a means is provided for us to clean off.  The set-up reminds me of Dr. No.

Close-up on Taylor.  Her hair is being dried by automatic blowers, while she is clearly gazing off into the middle distance, craning her head around at a slightly unnatural angle.

CAPTION: I’m looking around at everyone in line, wondering, hoping that I might see someone but, no luck.

Taylor standing, putting her burka back on.

CAPTION: I’m going to have to re-think my approach.

Taylor, reclining nude on top of a table in the palatial suite where she was before.

CAPTION: My next job was incredibly dull.

A second view, pulled back from the previous panel.  Taylor is still reclining.  In front of her are various business people, holding drinks and chatting with each other.

CAPTION: Jacques is holding a party for his friends, at which my job is to be living sculpture.

A close-up view of Taylor’s ass, which is being fondled by a hairy hand projecting from the sleeve of an expensive suit.

CAPTION: I am commanded to be absolutely still, no matter what provocations are offered.  Not much fun at all.

Close up view of Taylor’s face.  It is expressionless, but a single drop of sweat is rolling down the side.

CAPTION: And I overhear one thing over the buzz of conversation.

VOICE FROM THE PARTY (out-of-panel balloon with shaky lettering indicating that Taylor is just making something out): …American girl…Gnosis…conversion process…Citadel….

Close-up on Taylor’s hands, buttoning the top button on a pair of pants which she was wearing when she was first picked up by Frau Kupler.

CAPTION: After a week more I’m redeemed from my indentured servitude.  I get my clothes back.

CAPTION: They’ve even been freshly laundered. How thoughtful.

A view down into a teak box.  A U.S. Passport sits at the bottom of it,  We see Taylor’s hands opening an envelope.

CAPTION: There’s also an envelope filled with crisp hundred-dollar bills.

Close-up on Taylor’s face.  Her brow if furrowed. She is holding the envelope up to her mouth and chewing on a corner of it.

CAPTION: An envelope full of cash is not what I came here for.

CAPTION: I’m going to have to take a terrible risk.

Taylor in Kupler’s office.  She and Kupler are sitting across Kupler’s desk from one another.

TAYLOR: …so at the orgy some girl whispered something to me about a “Level II” program?

KUPLER: Only for those for whom sex work is a calling, not a job.

Close-up view inside a dossier-like folder, which is being held by Kupler.  A photograph of Taylor is paperclipped inside it.

CAPTION: Our client provided a most favorable report on you, so you could be considered for the program, but wouldn’t you rather just take your earnings and go home?

View of Taylor, leaning forward, holding out the cash envelop she received earlier.

TAYLOR: I would rather that you donate this to Non-Believers Giving Aid, and stay here, if you understand me.

Panoramic view of a large room.  On one side are gathered a number of naked young men and women, attended by a few GUARDS who are massively-built men wearing loincloths.  One of the arrivals is Taylor, who is having her burka pulled off by one of the guards.  From where these people are standing, there is a slide down into a sot of large tank.  The scene is brilliantly lit.

CAPTION: When we get to where we are going I am undressed again.

Close up (but full body) view of a NAKED GIRL being placed onto the slide two attendants and pushed downward.  She is wearing a surprised expression.

CAPTION: Guess this that orgiastic behavior I was promised.

A dimly-lit room, which is located beneath the chamber depicted in the first two panels of this page.  We see a large (about 10 meters across) transparent bubble protruding downward from the ceiling, and the Naked Girl from preceeding panel sliding into the bottom of the bubble.  Around the bubble, looking into it, are various elegantly suited and gowned persons, who have looks of eager anticipation on their faces.  one of them is Jacques.

CAPTION: The sort of live entertainment vast amounts of money make possible.

View of a NAKED YOUNG MAN now going down the slide.  He is grinning broadly and fully erect.

CAPTION: Some people seem pretty happy to be here.

The Naked Young Man and the Naked Girl collided together, a tangle of limbs.  The Naked Girl is covered in oil, her hair matted down, her skin glistening.

CAPTION: It isn’t hard to guess what’s intended to be happening down in that tank.

View of a a NAKED CHINESE GIRL being manhandled toward the top of the slide by two Guards.  She is clearly struggling with them.

CAPTION: At least one of us is not happy to be here.

Close up on the Naked Chinese Girl’s face as she slides down headfirst.  She is wearing an expression of fear and distress.

NAKED CHINESE GIRL: 不要!

Close up view of Taylor’s face, which is darkened, concerned.

CAPTION: I do not want to see things like that at all.

View of Taylor, sliding down, feet first, wearing a slightly forced-looking expression of gaiety.

CAPTION: But I’m on a mission here, so I need to make it look good,.

TAYLOR: Whee!

Jumble of naked people parts.

CAPTION: They spray additional oil on us as we arrive.

A second jumble of naked people parts.

CAPTION: We’re a seething mass of groping and sex.

A third jumble of naked people parts.

CAPTION: I’m not even sure where I begin or end.

View of the bowel from the dimly-lit room below, with tiny figures standing around it, looking up.

View of Jacques, holding a flute of champagne, looking up, his face bathed in the glow of light from the bowel above.

Jumble of naked people parts, except that we can see Taylor’s face in it somewhere.

CAPTION: I work my way through to the Chinese girl.

Faces of Taylor and the Naked Chinese Girl, surrounded by the jumble of orgiasts.  The Chinese girl is clearly crying.

CAPTION: I get my arms around her somehow. and whisper to her not to cry.

A fourth jumble of naked people parts.

CAPTION: Somehow someone slips his cock into my under-used pussy.  I just acquiesce.

Faces of Taylor and the Chinese girl again.  She has calmed down slightly.

CAPTION: After all, I’m on a mission here.

Kupler and Taylor in Kupler’s well-appointed office, the same seen in Study Abroad.  Kupler is holding up a little transmitter, one of the same sort given to Bridget O’Brien to wear.

CAPTION: Well naturally I’m interested.

CAPTION: I actually know much of what to expect.  Jill Keeney briefed me based on her friend Bridget’s experiences.

KUPLER: Your safephrase will be “Clear Acid Smoke.”  Feel free to try it out…

Taylor standing up at a conference table, taking off her shirt and putting it into a box. ANOTHER GIRL. who wears a look of shock and disgust on her face, is being escorted out by a GUARD.

CAPTION: In spite of the fact that I know much of the script, I do my best to act the part a half-slut, half-ingenue.

CAPTION: Who says fantasy role-playing games don’t prepare you for life?

(Note: This panel should occupy the bottom two-thirds of the page.)

A panoramic view of an auction room.  Taylor is standing naked on a stage, her arms bound above her head with a rope hanging from a pulley above (the pulley might out of sight).  On on side of the panel, a group of men of various ethnicities and dressed in various ways (but all apparently rich) are enthusiastically making bids).  Just behind Taylor, the auctioneer.  On the other side of panel, a line of naked, attractive young people, mostly female but some male, waiting their turn to be auctioned off as “slaves.”

CAPTION: I wondered about about how I’d feel about this bit…

CAPTION: And you know, it actually is kinda hot standing naked in front of a bunch of men who are yelling and waving and panting at the thought of having you.

Taylor is being led out of the auction hall on a chain attached to a collar on her neck by JACQUES MORRELET (the same character as in Study Abroad).  She is still naked, and her hands and shackled behind her back.

CAPTION: I am now the temporary sex slave of a rather strange Frenchman named Jacques.  Go me!

Morrelet and Taylor, standing in the corner of a palatial room in a luxury hotel.

CAPTION: I am taken to a gilded cage.  And instructed that I am never to wear any clothes ever except with explicit permission.

View as if from directly above.  Taylor is bent over on her knees, her face buried in a pillow which she is clutching.  Jacques is behind her, naked, and penetrating her anally.

CAPTION: Shortly thereafter I am introduced to the joys of buggery.

CAPTION: It really hurts the first time.

Close up on Taylor’s face, which is resting on the pillow she was clutching in the previous panel.  Her face is contorted with pain, and she is biting her lips.

CAPTION: I love you, Marie.

Taylor is standing up in something resembling a luxurious shower-bath.  Her feet are far apart, her legs straight.  She is looking backward over one shoulder.  She is bent forward at the waist, with one hand holding onto something resembling a safety bar.  Jacques, is standing behind her, wearing a silken robe with his penis prtruding therefrom.  Taylor is guiding his penis into her anus with her free hand.

CAPTION: But after a while it becomes more comfortable.

Taylor and Jacques are on a large, luxuious bed.  Taylor is straddling Jacques reverse-cowgirl style, being penetrated anally by him.

CAPTION: And after a while more...

Close up on Taylor’s face and shoulders.  She is wearing an orgasmic expression.

TAYLOR (dramatically lettered balloon): Oh God…Oh God…Oh GOOOODDDD….

Taylor standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling plate glass window (still naked) looking out at a sunset.

CAPTION: Jacques never talks about what he does, or why he’s here.  He disappears for long periods.

Taylor sitting on a cushion, cross-legged in front of a low table.  Before here there is a large tray with lots of little snacks on it.

CAPTION: I’m in some kind of hotel.  The silent, hyper-efficient staff keep me supplied with all necessities and non-necessities.

Jacques is holding out some sort of folded clothes to Taylor, who is eying them curiously..

CAPTION: After a few weeks, Jacques gives me the order to wear clothes for the first time.

Taylor, standing wearing a head-to-toe burka.

CAPTION: Very sexy, Jacques.

Jacques and Taylor (in her burka) are walking down a hotel corridor, followed by two beefy men in suits and sunglasses with earpiece radios.

CAPTION: Looks like I finally get to go out.

Taylor standing up, fingers to face, as she has just spilled a drink.  Her expression says "oh, clumsy me!"

CAPTION: Sometimes natural clumsiness can be played to your advantage.

Taylor leaning forward, mopping up the spilled drink.  She’s is putting her cleavage perilously close to one businessman’s face.

CAPTION: In the interests of supporting local morality, the club has a strict "no-touch" policy.

CAPTION: Which I blatantly encourage a violation of.

A close-up view of the businessman’s hand, reaching under Taylor’s skirt, copping a feel.

CAPTION: I pretend just a little too loudly to enjoy.

TAYLOR (out-of-panel balloon): Oh…I think I like…

View of the businessman being manhandled away from the club by two burly goon types.  Taylor can be seen in the panel, her face buried in her hands.

CAPTION: Don’t feel sorry for this guy.  He’s a confederate.  Really.

Close-up view of a small, dark man at another table.  He’s pretending to read a menu, but is actually surreptitiously glancing up over it.

CAPTION: With a little luck, word will get out…

The Matronly Woman is yelling at Taylor, who holds her hands out in a pleading expression.   They are standing in the dormitory.  Some other girls in the background are looking on, concerned.

CAPTION: I am denounced as the worst kind of hussy by my employer.

The Matronly Woman has seized Taylor’s French maid outfit and is tearing it off her.

SFX: RRRIP!

CAPTION: I am stripped of my uniform..

Taylor, back in travel clothes, walking along the side of a road, carrying a heavy-looking bag over her shoulder.  Cars are whizzing past.  A hot sun is depicted overhead.

CAPTION: Just a disgraced foreign girl, now jobless, walking back to the airport.  Won’t somebody offer her a ride?

Taylor standing by the roadside, A large white stretch limo has pulled up beside her.  A door has opened to offer her a ride.

CAPTION: Why, it looks like some nice person will…

Taylor legs are the only things visible as she gets inside the limo.

CAPTION: Though you know what they say about accepting rides from strangers…

Taylor and FRAU KUPLER sit facing one another in the back seat of the limo.  Kupler is holding out a bottle of water for Taylor.

CAPTION: If this is who I hope it is, then word gets around fast in Munai.

KUPLER: Here, take this.  You must be parched, you poor girl.  My name is Gutrune Kupler.

TAYLOR: Thank you, Ma’am.  My name is Taylor.

Close up on Taylor’s face.  She is looking wide-eyed, while drinking thirstily.

CAPTION: Bingo.

KUPLER: Why on earth were you walking out in the hot sun like that?  It’s not good for your lovely skin, you must know.

Close-up on Taylor looking through the glass, looking ashamed.

CAPTION: Frau Kupler looks like someone’s sweet maiden aunt, not like the head of a white-slave syndicate.

TAYLOR: Well I guess I’m down on my luck a little, Ma’am.  I came here to Munai to work but I sort of…lost my job and my money and I was on my way back to the airport…

View of Kupler in the back of the limo.  She is looking directly at us with an expression of sympathy and concern.

CAPTION: And I tell her my sorry story.

Side view of Kupler and Taylor in the back of the limo.  Kupler is leaning forward, intently.  Taylor is leaning back, her shoulders scrunched up a bit, looking bashful.

KUPLER: And how did it feel when that man…fondled you?

TAYLOR: Welll…like…I didn’t really mind.  He was actually kinda hot…and I like attention.

View of Kupler, who is looking down into and reaching into a handbag for something.

KUPLER: Clearly your ex-employer doesn’t know what he lost.  Well, anyway, I would be happy to have my driver take you to the airport, or, I might have an little proposition of my own for you, if you’re interested…

TAYLOR CHASE is sitting by in  window seat of the coach section of an airplane.  She is wearing a khaki men’s shirt and blue jeans, and staring out the window.

CAPTION: I’ve never traveled outside the United States before, even as a tourist.

Taylor amidst other passengers, standing up in a plane that has just landed.  The passengers are a very mixed lot ethnically.  She is getting a bag out of an overhead compartment, being jostled by other people who are doing the same thing.

CAPTION: Much less as someone on what might be a suicide mission.

Taylor standing at a passport control gate.  A young woman in a headscarf is holding up a U.S. Passport and comparing the picture on it with Taylor.  She has a skeptical look on her face.

CAPTION: For a moment I begin to feat that the papers Iris Brockman’s org provided me with might not be good enough.

Close up view of a page in Taylor’s passport.  A rubber stamp has just been lifted, showing a visa stamp on the page below.  There is a variety of Arabic writing as well as a date 6.6.11 and a legend:  EMIRATE OF MUNAI TEMPORARY GUEST WORK VISA.

CAPTION:But they are.

This is the title page.  It is a sort of Hellscape, with jagged rocks everywhere.  In one part of the panel a nude young woman seen from behind (as much like Taylor as possible) is diving off a cliff into the depths.  In th depths, we can see the figures of other other naked women, writhing amidst flames.  The splash title reads  TARTARUS.

CAPTION: And so I can dive right in.

Taylor sitting in the back of a small taxi, her eyes closed. 

CAPTION: Jet lag’s a bitch, but I’ll just have to deal.

Taylor with a bag over her shoulder, standing next to a matronly woman in some sort of dormitory — a room with bunk beds.  The woman is pointing out one of the beds as Taylor’s.

CAPTION: Iris’s org has set me up with a job here in Munai.

Taylor is standing in front of a locker.  She is wearing a towel (with another one wrapped around her head) as if she has just come out of a shower.  She is holding up some sort of an outfit, a skimpy "French maid" sort of thing, eying it skeptically.

CAPTION: The wearing of a skimpy outfit is a must with this job.

Taylor standing at a sink with a mirror in front of it, wearing her skimpy French maid costume.  She’s leaning forward, applying makeup in the mirror.  We see her from behind, and from her position her rump and legs are shown off to good effect.

CAPTION: I hope I don’t blush too much in this.

Taylor is setting a tray full of drinks down on a table in some sort of richly appointed clubroom.  She is leaning forward, exposing a generous amount of cleavage to a few admiring, middle-aged men in suits sitting around the table.

CAPTION: My "wonderful job opportunity" is as a foreign waitress in a club for rich local businessmen.

Close up on Taylor’s cleavage.

CAPTION: Fortunately the emphasis here is more on being eye candy than having waitressing skills.