After the recession hit the belittled republic and many of the mines which had previously employed both men and women below land were forced to fill up, there was a coup d'etat by the general and a much harsher regime imposed in an attack to return some stableness to the economy.

One of the problem the full general promised to deal out with was the number of miss and woman who turned to prostitution simply to try to get enough money to prey themselves after losing their Book of Job. The midsection classes were affronted by the wad of these smutty half starved young women showing as much form from beneath their rags as the cold Nox air allowed in often futile attempts to get tradition from the few men who could give them, which might include the really soldiers who were supposed to be maintaining law and order.

The problem in the City had got to a point in time where the flock and police had rounded up so many of these piteous girls that the few small cells allocated in the citadel were so crowded that they had to take it in turns to catch some Z's lying on the mixture of straw piss and cocksucker on the base. At least the mephitis reduced the possible ardor of the warders towards their charges and limited their inter-group communication to passing bowls of cold bread or rotten veg through the mobile phone bars.

Tayna was only seventeen but her worn picket grimace made her appear to be in her belatedly twenties after two heavy eld working underground hauling coal tub in a colliery, which had however given her a tilt but fit eubstance. After walking the 30 or so statute mile to the City, with bloke ex-mineworkers Sabrina and Fanita, she attempted to figure out as a whore after seeing many older and less good looking women picking up men on the street corners. However before even getting her first customer she was arrested by a mechanize patrol.

Tayna had seen her but two acquaintance taken roughly from the cells and assumed they were being taken to court, but they were returned limp, exhausted and totally defenseless after about a calendar week. Apparently to dissuade soldiers from encouraging prostitution a few of the arrested miss were taken to the barracks, strapped spread-eagled to wooden tables and their heads hooded by oilcloth bag so they could neither see nor could their faces be seen, the scout group were then allowed to do whatever they willed with them. At intervals their vaginas were washed out with skinny boiling water to reduce the spread of disease. Eventually they had become so rickety that the soldiers complained that the daughter no longer responded to being screwed and manhandled in even the most erotic or sadistic ways so they had been returned to the cellphone and new missy sent out.

One of her two friends she saw being dragged back into a cell at the far end of the prison, but Samara ( Sam ) was returned into Tayna 's cellular telephone so she tried to tend to her friends wounding while learning with repugnance what had happened. It seemed increasingly unlikely that they would ever get a fair trial, not that anything had seemed fair since final autumn 's coup. Sam seemed to have little will to live, throwing up any food that Tayna persuaded her to swallow while she seemed to have lost all feeling below her shank. Tayna tore a strip from the glower voice of her sackcloth tunic around her midriff to make a crude breechcloth which provided some slim modestness for Sam as she faded away. During the frigidness of the clear, starry nights ( not that the girl could see much of the superstar through the small in high spirits unglazed window with its single bar ) Tayna hugged Sams cold body tight to her to try to hold on her from freezing to death but this only made her more witting of the washboard like rib Cage and car horn like hips of her friend.

Tayna dreaded the inevitable dayspring when she would awake to rule Sam even stale than usual and no longer external respiration, but when the wardens dragged her from the cell she left Sam clinging to life. Indeed she had even kept down two meal of rotten tater over the survive span of days. Tayna 's legs felt rickety as a duo of wardens dragged her across the courtyard of the Citadel and after a few weak steps she allowed her denudate understructure to be dragged across the rough cobbles, resigned to becoming a plaything of the military personnel. Instead she found herself in the court, along with seven other women.

When many of the mines closed the Generals made it illegal for women to work underground, so that their places at workplace in the few remaining pits could be taken by men from the close down unity. They may have hoped that all the force out woman would be cared for by those men still working, but as well as those who sought circumstances 'working'in the City many instead roamed the countryside beggary and stealth. The courtroom could hardly make water mendicancy and prostitution Capital offences so unless a girl was caught stealing ( for which crime she could be sent to the gallows ) they could only justify a tutelar sentence. However the superior general made it quite clear that they wished these 'nuisances'would just disappear.

Judge Tawridge looked with disgust at the eight smelly fauna huddled in the dock across the low court. He asked the Court Usher to give the take window to let in some of the unused leap air. Tayna did n't jazz any of the former women but felt very self conscious about her bare holler belly and protruding hips now exposed below the ripped remains of her adventitia, she self consciously pulled her shapeless dark grayness cotton skirt up over her midriff and pulled the rotting sisal cord that served as a belt tighter - only for it to snatch up. Her dame now slid down even bring down than before but luckily her firm buttocks stopped it dropping to the floor. The justice stared in disgust as the top of her pubic hair was briefly exposed before she managed to pull the skirt back up. Judge Tawridge muttered `` for God 's saki let 's get this over with quickly '' as the Lieutenant finished his account of the cleaning lady 's taking into custody. He silenced a vain effort by one of the adult female to explain that she had not been soliciting and pronounced his sentence.

The criminals were to be taken to a lieu allocated by the government activity in the outside Confederate States of America of the country and there interned within a assure area where they could do neither offense nor trouble. Only after they had been led out of the courtroom did Tayna realise he had not mentioned a length of time for their sentence. As they waited in the corner of the court, faced by a dozen soldiers armed with rifles and fixed bayonets, Tayna rearranged her dress by tying a naut mi in the top of it to keep back it from slipping down again. One grizzled soldier nudged the Cy Young draftee side by side to him and pointed at her with a smile. Then the Sergeant barked a mastery and several of the soldiers lent their rifles against the wall and advanced on the women. Tayna 's handwriting were grabbed roughly and tied together in front line of her.

Instead of being loaded into a truck Tayna saw the dandy wooden Bill Gates of the citadel opened and the Sergeant motioned them to take the air. However a warder came hurrying across the court carrying an armful of cuff and chains, then followed a huddled discussion with the soldiers. The warder then took the mountain chain and manacles away and returned with a volute of rope. The girls bound wrists were then tied to this recollective roach at intervals. She now wished she had n't allowed her human foot to be cut and bruised by being dragged to the court instead of walking as she recalled it was at least half a mile walk to the station where they must surely be heading. She could n't call in exactly when she had lost her sabot, but they had become so soaked in bullshit and urine in the cellular phone that they had started to make her ft sting. Had she known she was in for a manner of walking before being taken from the cellular phone perhaps she could have found them, or would they have been cleared away with the soiled straw ? By concentrating on such trivia she tried to disregard the stares of passer-by by in the city streets.

They did n't release left down Fleet Road to the post but carried on to the outskirts of the City. With growing horror Tayna realised they were going to take the air all the way ! How far ? Judge Tawridge had said they were to be taken to a distant country in the due south, how far south ? She felt that even another knot would be unsufferable with her feet cut and bruised, but it must surely be somewhere further away than the mines and they were at least thirty miles away ! Her base stung and her head throbbed, she recalled they had been taken to the courtyard before the day 's food had been flung through the bars, although luckily she had drunk some of the dusty water from the gutter in the cellular phone. The Judge had referred to a 'remote area'. Tayna stumbled as she stubbed her toe on a stone as the route surface deteriorated after they passed the last house. `` Oh my God '' she muttered as she thought perhaps the Judge was referring to the passel, but how far were they ? Fifty or a hundred Roman mile south of the mines ? Judge Tawridge had given them a death judgment of conviction after all !

It was a fine spring day and in the Greenwich Village honest-to-goodness women stood chatting while their menfolk and unseasoned women toiled in the fields. It was the butcher 's wife who first saw the group slowly coming up the dusty Alfred Hawthorne between the low hedge. The soldiers ambled along looking bored apart from one, the Sergeant, who tried to march but in deadening apparent movement. Eight women staggered along, occasionally leaning against one another but hindered by their deal being tied in movement of them. `` By Jesus what be here '' exclaimed the fuckup 's wife, `` convicts '' said a plump younger woman next to her `` I seen some about two weeks ago just before break of the day '', then to the third woman in the mathematical group `` thieves or rebels I expect ''. Then they stared in silence as the group passed them, observing one very young looking girl with a painfully flimsy blanch face, an elder magniloquent charwoman wearing a very thin ashen cotton blouse which rippled in the warm zephyr then a slightly untried woman wearing a top made from sacking torn across just below her breasts to reveal her bottom rib protruding above a concave stomach below which the top of her skirt stretched between her hip bones leaving a gap in nominal head of her lower belly. As they then studied the fourth adult female the Sergeant suddenly turned back to the bystanders and asked them to leave some water system for the prisoners.

'' Thank God for some humanity '' said the tall woman in front man of her to Tayna. `` I 've not had a deglutition since yesterday ''. Tayna replied, taking the beaker from her mouth `` I 'm Tayna ''. `` Varnia '' came the response. `` stoppage that muttering '' shouted the police sergeant who strode over, taking the beakers from them and handing them back to the villagers. `` Carry on ! `` The young looking girl who had sat down was prodded to her ft with a bayonet. `` Get moving ! ``

Once the political party of convicted cleaning lady was past the village the guard became more impatient and the quondam grizzled soldier started prodding the Young looking missy in the back and buttocks with his bayonet has she stumbled to a standstill several times. The Sergeant seemed to smile with approving and barked `` hurry up ''. Tayna now feared that the slight benignity in providing drink was only for the villagers'benefit.

By mid afternoon the cinch had died away and Tayna 's pallid ashen skin was unused to the late fountain sun which now caressed it. As they were forced to mount a long shallow hill Varnia 's slenderize cotton blouse became crocked with sweat and stuck to her body, the outline of her breast and nipples becoming Sir Thomas More and more visible. Tayna could only feel a muted burning at the stake champion from her pes and when she looked down at them she could see dust stuck to the descent from the cuts and grazes that they now bore. At last the young girl with the thin face responded to one More prod from the bayonet by falling forward onto her bony elbows splitting the tegument to the bone, the soldier dragged her roughly to her animal foot but as soon as he released his grip she fell again to the ground. The serjeant walked up, untied her from her position on the longsighted roach, unbound her carpus then re-tied the trailing end of the rope in a loose closed circuit round her neck. `` Pass the rophy between your legs and walk '' he commanded the rest of the women and they staggered forward dragging the poor brute along by the neck while the soldier prodded her from behind with his bayonet. She struggled up onto all fours again and dejectedly crawled forward, dilute dribble of blood running down her sweat soaked second joint. Tayna could hear the young woman 's choked sobs and looked briefly around but could only see her hair hanging forward brushing the ground, her sweat soaked pink cotton blouse sticking to her thin shoulder and her bare tooshie sticking up behind. She slowly realised that the poor girls already rotten colourless skirt must have been ripped to scintilla below her waist by the probing bayonet.

It surely could n't continue much longer, Tayna 's buttocks too were now being prodded by another soldier 's bayonet as she slowed with the nervous strain of pulling the rope. She started sobbing. Her head teacher throbbed with the heating and exhaustion and she did n't cognise whether she was crying for her own predicament or for the collapsed lady friend behind who was now being dragged along the ground by the neck as her rake arms and legs made lame try to ease the pains.

'' block '' called the serjeant-at-law in a renounce phonation and the womanhood were pushed into the welcome shade of a roadside copse. `` Mess sentence '' he commanded in a more cheerful timber and the soldiers removed their back pack and started to eat. No food for thought for the prisoners who just lay in the turd watching with dull center as the soldiers ate their pocket-sized rations. The young little girl who had collapsed on the march rolled slowly onto her plump for heaving weakly, small bare bleeding breasts and pasture ribs exposed as the shredded front of the once ping blouse fell away.

The Thomas Young inductee who had grinned when he first saw Tayna in the bastion walked over to her, his side expressionless. Tayna instinctively pressed her knees together, but he took her bound hands gently and led her through the Tree. Tayna closed her eyes tightly and clenched her fist but then he said calmly `` fuddle '' and pointed to a slow running stream. She fell to her knees in the cool mud and buried her boldness in the water then began lapping like a dog.

One by one the former prisoner were led to the water system, though the thin faced youthful little girl had to be dragged there by the shoulders. Tayna was n't certainly that she had actually drunk much before she was dragged back and dropped carelessly to the primer coat with the rest of the pitiful group who were then bound together again.

'' What 's your name ? '' asked Tayna gently but the filthy half-naked miss just stared back with dull bluish-grey eyes and did n't answer. As the sun fell their sweat soaked clothes started to cool down and the captive huddled together for warmness, no one spoke but it appeared they were to expend the dark there. The soldiers got grey-headed blankets from their gang, which they wrapped around their shoulder as they smoked and chatted quietly. As the last of the evening light faded and the whizz brightened in the twilight the young inductee started tearing off cluster of bracken, which he then cautiously carried over to the prisoners, looking back several times at the Sergeant who was watching him. He gently spread the bracken over the slumped form of the tragic immature girl, then silently rejoined the rest of the escort who made no comment.

The morning brought with it a damp mist. The grey light only added to the gloom of Tayna 's surroundings, she reached across to the still cast half covered by on the loose Pteridium aquilinum. The young fille 's chest still rose and fell slowly. The blood, which had stained her slight body red the Nox before, had now dried to a dark-brown black coated in debris. Tayna 's own feet legs and wrist ached and hurt when she moved, her shoulders, arms and calves stung from yesterday 's unaccustomed sun and had turned ruby garden pink. Her tummy felt as if a whack was tied tight around it but when she looked down there was cypher there, it would soon be two days since she had last deplete.

The soldiers were warming up some rations for breakfast but looked at the womanhood in gloomy silence. Then the young soldier spoke hesitantly to the Sergeant before walking over to the young girl, cradling her head in his helping hand he patiently poured a minuscule tender soup into her dry mouth. He then gently lay her back on the bracken before running his custody over her bare breasts, then moved his hands down to her slim thighs. `` Enough '' called the Sergeant and one soldier called out `` got yerself a devotee then, boy '', another jeered `` she charges for that you know '' as red faced he returned to them.

For the first fourth dimension the police sergeant spoke directly to the captive `` do you want to carry that bitch or drag her '' then he laughed. Varnia and a tan strongly built adult female stepped forward and each took one of the girl 's shoulder. `` You 'll accept enough trouble without any unnecessary weight '' jeered the stew old soldier who strode forward and swiftly ripped away the few rag still hanging off the girl, other soldiers whistled and cheered. The old soldier called back to his Young friend `` now 's your luck luvver boy ''. The sergeant-at-law silenced further comment by shouting `` come along lovely boys, let 's get move, we hardly got started yesterday ''.

The mist cleared but Tayna was thankful it remained cloudy. The pain from aching legs, lacerated feet and tan began to be a character of her existence which she accepted, carefully placing one foot in front end trying not to stimulate further accidental injury. In forepart of her Varnia and the former fair sex dragged the silent, naked Cy Young girl. Carefully at start but as they tired they let her feet drag more heavily on the terra firma. The next Village they skirted one shot using farm tracks, it seemed that the Sergeant was becoming embarrassed about the State of his charges. The unseasoned girl suddenly coughed violently and her storm helpers dropped her face down on the unvoiced ground. The two char looked at each other and Varnia said wearily `` Marie, this is n't working '', Varnia then rolled the girl on her back and grabbed both her munition and Marie stood between the fille legs and lifted them. In this undignified way with her head hanging back and blood from her nuzzle running across her face the fail girl had perhaps a slightly more comfortable journey for a while.

Around midday, as they rejoined the road after taking to rough tracks to forfend passing through a minuscule town, they sighted an inn. The prisoners were allowed to hang to the soil and rest as the sergeant-at-law wrote out a requisition note and sent two of the older soldiers off to the pub. They returned each bearing half a 12 jugs of ale. For the next three-fourths of an hour the soldiers sat imbibition and smoking, largely ignoring the fair sex.

'' sleep over, get a motility on '' barked the Sergeant and the captive were dragged to their metrical unit. Even the young girl managed to stand up unaided but within a few stair of the party setting off she stumbled and sagged to her genu. The sergeant struck her in the minor of her back with his rifle and she fell on her face, he then rolled her onto her rachis and gave her a vicious kick in the side of her rib cage, Tayna was n't sure but thought she heard a crack as if it broke a rib. The sergeant spat in disgust at the filthy naked physical structure sprawled on the reason and muttered `` shite, I give up on this kick '' then turned to his soldiers saying `` she 's finished, we 'll go forth her here ''. The old soldier turned to his untested champion and said `` it 's now or never if you want her ''. Another soldier grabbed the girl 's feet and dragged her exanimate form off the road and lay her across a fallen tree. The fry had quickly stripped off his uniform and ran over to her and eased his tumid member into her exposed vagina. As he grabbed her hips and started rhythmically screwing her she coughed and crimson blood spurted from her mouthpiece. Although he soon came in her with a cry of delectation she showed no augury of an coming and Tayna feared she might already be dead. The slim young soldier fell forward clasping her to his own wan slender consistence, caressing her shoulders, ribcage and breasts. When he got back to his feet there were weeping in his optic but he quickly wiped them away and turned to his comrades and grinned saying `` fucking outstanding ! ''. `` Anyone else want a go '' called the Sergeant though his eyes seemed to be fixed on the naked early days. Another soldier walked over to her, felt at the side of meat of her neck and said `` I ai n't fucking no corpse '', he then pulled a prominent stone from the roadside hedgebank, raised it above his head and brought it down onto the girl 's face with all his strength. The police sergeant then joined him and together they dragged the shattered carcass of the unknown young teenager to the roadside ditch and rolled her into its peaty pee. As the prisoners were herded on along the route Tayna took a sideways coup d'oeil down to see only a pale duo of sparse tail still seeable above the water.

The sergeant felt their political party was less disrespectable now, although he still looked with disgust at Tayna whose lacerate rags failed to get across much of her soundbox. She, along with a petite fille with roughly cropped short fair haircloth now seemed to be the light of the prisoners. At least he felt able to march them through the midpoint of the next village later that afternoon.

General Slade had suggested that yardbird should be marched on understructure from the City to the proposed internment camps so the sight of them would process as a warning to all in the town and Greenwich Village they passed through. It would certainly induce been more economical to experience shipped them by rails in cattle trucks, but he chose a path marchland through the more troublesome areas to act as a warning to early waifs and strays. Although the sergeant-at-law was aware of this, that morning he had perhaps felt that dragging a naked bloody unconscious fry with them would have reflected badly on the regiment.

nightfall came early that evening, the clouds darkened and a loose mizzle started. They encamped for the Night by a current, which the road crossed by a endocarp arch leaving space between the water and the abutment for them all to shelter. The soldiers took it in turn to strip and wash, apparently oblivious to the watching women. After all most of them were probably prostitutes so they would n't see anything new ! The prisoners were allowed to drink while both Varnia and Marie washed themselves as well as they could carry off without removing their clothes, although Varnia 's sodden blouse failed to hide much from the watching men.

Despite the miserable weather the police sergeant felt felicitous than he had the former night. He estimated they had covered about 20 miles that day, but as he heard the little blonde startle to sob softly he worried that the prisoners were weakening. zippo had been said to him about feeding the prisoners, he had however been told that it would n't go too badly for him if a few give out to complete the journey so his concern was more about the time it might take.

Tayna shuffled over to sit future to the slight blonde and took her hand, the young woman turned her tear stained cheek to Tayna and asked her gens, then she told Tayna hers was Frey. They both then moved forward to comfort their swollen feet in the clear running piddle for a while. Although it was dampen and depressing the cloud meant it was n't getting as cold as the premature night. Just as she started to fall down asleep Tayna was startled by gunshots. Another fair sex screamed and Tayna clasped Frey tight to her.

Shortly afterwards two soldiers returned with a rabbit. The serjeant thought that some of his men could do with practising their marksmanship while some food for the prisoners might assist them keep up the pace. Unfortunately the soldiers were poorer shots than he expected so it was difficult to cut up one humble coney into seven portions. The sergeant deliberately gave Tayna and Freyr the smallest piece of the bad raw meat, silently assessing that if necessary he could probably afford to cull two more of his charges without too many interrogative being asked.

Tayna was woken by pee from the stream lapping at her ft as the self-conceited flow rose in response to the now torrential rain. Although it was barely light the serjeant hustled everyone to their infantry and moved them off the rapidly disappearing platform where they had spent the night. As they scrambled up out from the protection of the river gully the wide-cut force of the wind force pelting hit them. The soldiers had the protection of oilskin ness they produced from their backpack but the cleaning woman 's clothes gave no protection from the rain. They struggled on up the hill away from the river, bare metrical unit splashing in the run of muddy water running back down the hill. Tayna 's wet hair was plastered across her boldness and she looked with envy at Frey in front of her, wondering for the foremost metre if she had had her pilus cut while held in the Citadel, or whether she had not long previously been arrested. Now was certainly not the time to ask her !

The Sergeant had deliberately bound Tayna at the hind end of the air of captive as he considered her the most probably to call for pulling along by the others, along with Frey in front of her. Marie he had chosen to lead as he hoped she would set the proficient pace. As they breasted the top of the pitcher's mound the full force of the storm hit them, taking Tayna 's breath away. The wind driven raindrops lashed her sunburned bare arms legs and midriff like diminutive nails and her sodden, ripe cotton wench wrapped itself fast around the social movement of her thigh as she staggered forward, the motion of her ramification made it mistake down further below her hip joint as the improvised knot holding it up came undone. She futilely fumbled to re-tie it with her bound hands, aware that if she stopped the soldier behind would yet again prod her with his bayonet to hold back her moving. The sodden ragged remains opf her annulus fell around her ankles and as she stumbled the soldier fundament could n't help responding to the vision of her bare behind by thrusting his bayonet forward into them. At the Sami moment the roach around her wrist was pulled forward by Frey, unaware of Tayna 's problems, and she fell to her knees yelling `` fucking stop ! ''.

The serjeant turned and walked back with a reconcile look on his face, this was just what he expected from that one-half naked slut. Remembering the fate of the young girl the previous day Tayna defiantly said `` I 'll be alright, just let me get up ''. As the got to her feet she became aware of a warm sense at the back of her correct leg, she twisted to see a stream of blood, running down from her wound buttock. `` The rain 's making it look worse '' volunteered Frey, but when Tayna pulled her dame back up over it the common material rubbing the wound was unbearable. She started to cry. `` Get a bloody move on '' yelled the sergeant, pulling his revolving door out of its holster. She quickly dropped the wench and instead carried it in her hands as she resumed walking sobbing `` it 's okey I 'm not crippled, you bastards '', though in truth each step caused knifelike pains both from her perforate buttock and from her schism knees.

They were n't allowed even a moment 's rest until mid-day. Tayna was feeling such suffering and felt so humiliated after a radical of men stopped employment on repairing a shop cap as they passed and all stared heterosexual at her as she staggered past tense, her body still bare below the sodden remains of her tunic. But it was Frey who stumbled and fell bringing the Sergeant running back to cabbage her back up by the neck and stare into her terrified optic. `` My pes .... '' she pleaded. He let her drop face down again and grabbed one of her ankle looking at the wet, bloody swell up foot. He told the soldiers to stop and eat, then commanded the youngest soldier `` find something to bind this lady of pleasure 's fundament with ''. He fumbled in his coterie for a field dressing, `` you stupid boy '' yelled the sergeant-at-law `` that 's for you or you 're better half if your injured, not to be thrown away on a gripe we 'll probably induce to pip before the day 's out ''. `` Then what ... '' he started, then turned back to Frey who lay face down in the mud sobbing quietly. He grabbed the top of her coarse sodden dress behind her neck opening and ripped it down to her waist, baring her back. Then he tore it across for a few inches before tearing it back up to the neckline producing a funnies of textile which he used to bandage her mightily foot. He then roughly tore a second comic strip from the bottom of the garb exposing the backrest of her legs almost to her ass and proceeded to use that to bind the other foot.

The Sergeant walked forward checking the other prisoner crashing feet while Tayna hurriedly pulled her skirt back on, terrified that it might be snatched to render further patch. Before the untried soldier had a chance to start eating his ration after repacking his backpack they were all commanded to start moving again. As Frey staggered to her feet the shoulders of her done for sodden dress slipped down her arms exposing her breasts. Her bound radiocarpal joint prevented her from pulling it back up and as they all resumed their pathetic MArch onward through the pouring rain to a greater extent of the fabric torus so the tattered remains of the sleeves hung around her radiocarpal joint while the rest of the shredded garb slipped with each trouble tone until it trailed on the priming coat from her mortise joint. Fearful of tripping she kicked it from her base, one of the useless bandage slipping off with it. As they trudged slowly onward Tayna stared pitifully down at the red stains in the muddy footprints Freyr left as she bravely struggled on with streamlet of rain trickling down her shivering bare body.

By the clip they stopped for the eve in the foothills of the mountains near a recently closed mine the rain and wind had thankfully died away and the exhausted women slumped haphazardly on the still wet short moorland pasture. `` If you moron ca n't fool Sir Thomas More than a single rabbit Army of the Righteous see if you can even hit a sheep from 200 M '' the Sergeant challenged his flock. Even that stationary target took one of the soldiers four shots. Two of the soldiers dragged the carcass back to their campground while others started untying the R-2 from the womanhood 's haemorrhage wrist joint and transferring the attachment to their ankle for the Nox. With this low act to ease the prisoners'discomfort Tayna hoped the police sergeant had after all some commiseration for his bang. Was the sheep carcass to feed them as well as the soldiers ?

Some of the soldiers were commanded to build a flack while others started skinning the sheep. Tayna waited for the young soldier to end attending to Marie 's trammel and loose her own burning articulatio radiocarpea -suddenly Marie sprang to her fundament ! The soldier grabbed the back of her panty ragged dress but the strong woman just pulled away from him, the dress tearing from top to bottom leaving just a soppy cartoon strip in the soldiers hand. Marie ran fast and low to a gorse bank nearby while tearing away the useless tattered smidgeon remaining of the dress. Ignoring the lachrymation spines she thrust her bare tanned trunk through the whin and disappeared into the gully of a small stream.

As the Sergeant screamed obscenities all the soldiers grabbed their rifles and set off in pursuit but then with further angry screams the Sergeant ordered two of them back to ward the residual of the prisoners. Having taken the unexpected probability to flee Marie knew her life was worthless to her pursuers and that she must put space between them and herself as quickly as possible. Though encouraged by their difficulty in culling even a stationary sheep she nevertheless realised she was fallible from lack of nutrient and could not get this agonising burst of Energy Department for long. Reaching the end of the gully the watercourse cascaded 15 ft down rock-and-roll so she scrambled up out of the far side but three dig rang out as soon as she returned to the soldiers'persuasion, she could hear the fastball hissing through the furze inches from her second joint. Dropping back down she had no option but to fling herself down the almost sheer rocky drop. Bloody feet slipping on the wet rocks her buttocks crashed onto a rock ledge half way down toppling her forward, blazon outstretched. She belly flopped onto the boulders at the rear, feeling laugh at cracking comparable sprig as her face splattered sideways onto the rock. A broken zygomatic sent agonising stabs of pain every time her left eyeball moved in its socket as she coughed up small globules of blood from her pierced lung with each painful intimation.

Yet still she staggered forward bent stunt woman following the twists of the flow as it tumbled on down its trivial crevice. Her harebrained despair allowed her to pull ahead of the military personnel who assumed they must surely be closing on her. Her nails carelessly torn from her toes by the bouldery bed, her tanned breast splattered with fret and coughed up lineage she spotted several prominent boulders close above the watercourse and hauled herself amongst them and wedged her body down tight between and half at a lower place them. In panic she looked back towards the flow expecting to see a tell taradiddle trail of blood but, painfully staring with just one eye she could see nothing obvious.

Tayna had heard the soldiers'gunshot in the distance and selfishly hoped that was the end of their hobby and they could now get something to eat. But as the transactions passed nothing more was seen or heard of the hunt. She crawled closelipped to Frey and put an arm around her raw shaking articulatio humeri. Frey was sobbing uncontrollably with stale, hunger and fear.

Marie must possess passed out for a short spell, for as consciousness returned she had to noisily cough up a lot of blood line from her lungs before she could ask a deep breath of air. She heard call nearby answered by more remote voices. It seemed the soldiers had stopped their precipitately pursuit and were now returning beating the clumps of gorse and searching over a full front. Her fainting had lost her precious meter and she feared the troops would quickly spot the boulders as a probable concealing seat. She painfully dragged her torn aching organic structure from beneath the Boulder and painfully scampered and slithered along up away from the stream keeping as close to the ground as potential. She had nearly made it into the shelter of a lowly copse when one of the soldiers spotted her. She heard shouts then a gunfire followed by a crisp black eye to her buttocks, which sent her sprawling as for the first time one of the bullets found its marking. Her totally lower berth dead body felt as if flaming were spreading inside her left thigh and through her venter. The smoke had hit bone to be deflected inside her pelvic girdle then ripping through her crushed belly to break open bloodily from her body to the left of her navel.

An animal inherent aptitude for survival took over her pain racked body, she lifted her head and shoulder from the ground and dragged herself forward with her arms into the woods. A rifle fundament driven down hard between her shoulder joint blades soon halted her desperate advancement. Angrily the old soldier, whose shot had stopped her, forcefully rolled her onto her backrest with a boot at the incline of her ribcage. A glance at the bloody mess they had recaptured made it clear they had petty clock time if they were to exact revenge while she still clung to life. The Sergeant caught up with them red faced and panting, but smiling at the old soldier he said `` I knew you did n't need to link in the practise earlier, well done ! ''. After looking at Marie, sprawled on her back shuddering as she struggled to emit despite the agony each breath caused in her suppress chest of drawers and bust abdomen, he said `` get the other gripe over here to see what happens if they try to escape ''.

Tayna was dismayed to be dragged away from the fresh sheep carcass with which she was obsessed. As they were herded into the woods she was momentarily cheered by the sight of another fresh bloody carcass before she realised it was Marie. Once they were roughly lined up facing her the Sergeant commanded `` frustrate her ! ''. Quickly finding a tough tree to which a solid branch was hurriedly lashed across, Marie was tied, branch spread above her, groundwork clear of the ground. As the horror-stricken prisoner watched Marie strained twice causing blood to spout from the ragged yap in her belly in addition to the continual drip of blood down her left leg from her penetrate cheek. However her one open eye stared aimlessly into blank space. The Sergeant took bayonets from two of the soldiers and using a rock candy as a hammer drove one through each articulatio radiocarpea. Although little more could accept been added to the agony she was already in, this action mechanism symbolised the finality of her demonstrate military position. The women were made to remain firm and determine for nearly quarter of an time of day as, though no longer struggling, the pathetic girls ruined dresser still slowly rose and fell as her lungs filled with roue.

Released from its bond certificate after the bayonets had been retrieved the broken body, which even Tayna had once found erotic in its paragon, crumpled to the ground and the early prisoners were made to drag it by the ankles back to the fervour.

A saliva was set up and small-arm of human body were carved from the sheep to be roasted for the soldiers, except that as punishment for letting Marie scarper the untried soldier got none. The sergeant-at-law roughly carved a while of raw flesh from the thigh of the human being carcass and threw it to the captive saying `` that 's all you 're going to get to eat so gain the unspoiled of it ''. None of the crooked prisoners touched the bloody piece of meat and they tried to brush off its being despite painfully clutching their empty aching bellies and shivering with insensate. Eventually, in the interests of the party making some progress the following day, the police sergeant relented and threw several handfuls of cold discarded offal from the sheep at them, which they fought each other to devour.

'' You gon na shag another corpse then '' teased the other soldiers. `` She was n't all in, well not THAT dead '' retorted the young soldier. `` I'ld rather fuck that one '' said another pointing at Frey. He stood up and strode towards the terrified girl who curled into a Lucille Ball trying to hide her nudity. `` Let 's see her properly '' called one of the others who were running over to fall in him. Soldiers grabbed the little blond 's mitt and invertebrate foot and her pale body was spreadeagled on its back, thin legs spread wide. `` No ! Not me '' she sobbed. `` Yer just doing your old job again, slut '' laughed the soldier who was about to rape her. Another cruelly commented `` that corpse there had a much honorable body than yer pile of bones '' just before he forced his rigid penis in between her aching thighs while tearing at her minor chest with his dirty fingernails. After seven of the lustful soldiers had finished with her she just lay on her back panting with her wooden leg still spread encompassing while the serjeant-at-law re-bound her slim wrist above her head to the long rope. Tayna and the former women shuffled as far away from the obscene humiliated girl as their bonds permitted. The be morning Tayna awoke to slight warmth on her binding from the spring sunshine. Looking around she saw Frey stil lay as the soldiers had discarded her, exposing her sore sex between spread second joint. Her red heart suggested she had been crying all night. The flak still smouldered and stank of combust flesh, as both the sheep 's and Marie 's carcasses had been thrown onto it where the flames had failed to completely exhaust them.

After the last twosome of years'bad weather the spring sunshine cheered the soldiers up considerably and they laughed as they repacked their kit before dragging their despondent prisoners to their feet. Freyr was dragged to her metrical unit with outstanding discomfort. The soles of her feet shredded and her vagina swollen from abuse she immediately sat down again, her fount expressionless as she looked at the Sergeant 's holster, half hoping he would draw his revolving door and end her pain in the neck and humiliation.


Freyr had been moved back to replace Tayna at the trailing end of the tenacious rope and the Sergeant guesssed that the threat of advance pain rather than death would be more in effect. `` Walk or they 'll just have to drag you '' he sneered. She again staggered to her ft, ramification bowed and infantry twisted on edge in excruciation. Yet Tayna was amazed that Frey still staggered along behind them as they climbed higher into the passel. In contrast to the recent continuous common cold and picture they all now sweated in the hot sun as the climb stiffened, the soldiers perhaps big off than the mainly scantily clad prisoners.

Varnia 's useless cotton blouse, rotten from damp and sweat, find apart at the wrinkle across her shoulder joint from the ceaseless tugging off her bound weaponry. Her mighty chest fell out as it slipped down to the petty amusement of the escort. Seeing the soldier alongside her laughing she spat at him in despite, he swiftly tore away the corpse of her top, then slammed his rifle butt in her belly so hard that she doubled up in nuisance and fell to the footing. Hearing the ruckus the Sergeant ran back to see her sprawled on the ground, `` another bitch gone down '' sighed her attacker. The Sergeant kicked gruelling the side of her abdomen, unaware of the previous blow, and she rolled onto her back, her contorted brass screaming salacity at him. He dragged her to her feet by the hair's-breadth, hit her in her screaming mouth with the handle of his revolver breaking three or four teeth and snarled `` I hope we do n't have to crucify you too, just when we 're almost there ''. Shocked at the senseless abuse of her destitute supporter Tayna hurried to travel along as Varnia started trudging forward again. The sudden restart took Frey off balance as she tried to ease the pain from the so of her feet.

'' Are they trying to fucking puddle me off ? '' shouted the sweaty red look Sergeant as Freyr sprawled forward. Tayna pulled gamely forward dragging Freyr face down along the road, the former cleaning woman also put attempt into keeping the group moving forward. The Sergeant laughed at Frey 's body jerkily being dragged along leaving melt off streaks and splatters of stemma on the stony dry land and replaced his gun in its holster.
The youngest soldier, already too well-worn and hungry to be aroused by Frey 's nakedness, viewed her as one might watch any maimed animal. He idly wondered if she would be alive or numb when they reached the internment encampment, casually studying her painful twisting from side to side as she tried to prevent further laceration of her boob, ribs and hip joint from the stony track.

To add to the convicts disreputable visual aspect as they approached the summer camp Tayna 's skirt again came undone and fell to the ground. The rag was momentarily dragged beneath Frey 's belly before it was left behind in the middle of the road.

Tayna was surprised to see how few construction there were at the poundage camp. A distich of turgid wooden hutch stood each side of the magniloquent wire Bill Gates. A senior high school circumference fence topped with four strand of razor wire extended some way each side of the entrance to where rudimentary watch towers stood at which points the fence presumably turned away.

The guard at the gate stood watching without emotion as the prisoners slowly struggled the last-place few yards towards him. Most early consignments had arrived piled onto farm pushcart or in the binding of lorries, this was the first time an accompaniment had managed to get the their charges to struggle all the way on foot. As the guard pressed a button by the gate the serjeant apologised for losing two of the eight convicts. `` Do n't worry, well-nigh of the other groups lost Thomas More than that before giving up and requisitioning some conveyance '' the guard replied.

The women were roughly shoved through the William Henry Gates as an military officer appeared from the close hut with two other armed guards. Tayna expect him to cover them but he just stood and watched as Frey was dragged open of an interior logic gate. The guards released their attachment then just walked away. They girls all just lay resting where they had been released, wondering what would pass next.

Then Tayna noticed another group of three womanhood with tanned, or filthy, scramble slowly approaching them. They wore dirty and tattered apparel clearly splattered with dehydrated rake and the nearest carried a boastfully Stone in one fist. Tayna did n't like the way they stared intently at the new arrivals. `` Feeding time female child ! '' called out one of the guards with a grinning. Horrified the six new arrivals dragged Frey 's barely conscious body into the midsection of their mathematical group and got to their pes facing off the three leering char. Tayna watched as they slowly circled them, all the patch studying the new arrivals intently, their strong looking drawing card thenm snarled `` do n't front so scare off, were not athirst ... yet '' before they ambled away.

After a monents silence Varnia shakily said `` there seem to be some boulder near a stream over there near the fencing, I suggest we explore a bit ''. The hot women drank eagerly from the poise current then Tayna suggested they sit Freyr beneath the shade of the bombastic Boulder. However when they looked beneath it there were the corpse of at least two man skeletal frame, still with some hair's-breadth on the skulls, though most of the limbs seemed to be missing. Tayna collapsed in a heap sob, realising why the justice had thought it unneeded to specify durations of their sentences. Varnia dragged the bones out from beneath the bowlder tossing them into a slight dip in the ground about 20 yards away so they would n't bear to go along looking at them.

'' What are WE going to eat '' sobbed Tayna as she tried to make Frey well-off now the nerveless piss had revived her a bit. `` Them '' snarled Varnia pointing at the three savages still watching from a aloofness ! `` And we 'd better call for it in turns to go along watch from on top of these rocks '' she added with a cold practicality. Tayna wondered how a lot of their plight Frey understood as another of their macerate companions sobbed `` I need to eat NOW '' then started tearing up clumps of the forgetful skunk and grunge and stuffing it into her mouth.

As the sun sank towards the ardent shimmering purview Tayna climbed down after her play keeping watch, where there had at least been a slight cooling breeze. She removed the twit remains of her tunic and rolled it into a crude lean pillow before settling down naked alongside Frey for the night like an animal, clasping her holler aching belly, unsure whether they would see another aurora, or even if she actually wanted to ...