Cecilia was considered a bit shorter and certainly too stout for an actress even by measure of the recently nineteenth century. A lady friend of wider cinch with ample hips and large teats to match she may birth represented one of the more ancient illustration of older Yorkshire Saxon stock. It may have been her folk having lived in the West of England for generations had offered little in the way of glamorous opportunity to wayward girls without married man. Especially those who dreamed of far off places in the pretext of assuming the titles belonging to the titled elite and princesses. A fate that most of the vernacular gumption working men of that shire would have been hesitant to intromit at best to harboring a longing for. The Mediterranean and the eastern hemisphere beyond were places related only in ale sodden late night boastful fib by ex-grenadiers who had taken the King 's coin and had with God 's good mercy had come back from those far-off shore to live on to state them. Much of this braggadocio was considered bluff from too many bounteous tankards of ale by this innkeeper 's girl. But the lingering ring of place alien had nested itself ringing constantly in the ears of her otherwise void read/write head. This physically plenteous female person taking on sealed alien aires over local ones and remaining ever eager to listen to any late night braggadocio spouted by a pensionary. A mental finish congealing that she would one day take the opportunity to impose these places, given the justly opportunity of course of action. In the meantime somewhat embolden by her weakened romantic nature she was subsequently caught in taking a flagrant fall with the local merchant 's youngest married son. This being someone that had a family in high standing with the local aristocracy of the surrounding community. And now her as bear on near presence posed a lesson dilemma for the report of the community for peaceful harmonious state values she was considered a person of unpardonable unscrupulous standing. The following Sunday she was called out in church service the next Sun as a Delilah and thus began to descend down the road that eventually led to her banishment format he shire. This result setting in gesture a serial of consequence would find her set out unexpectedly set out upon the road engaged upon a journey that would ultimately recover her very far afield in such rarified places as she had oft heard told of. The pittance that she had in her purse to travel Forth River affording her a quick passage to London.with was mostly purloined from a random coin here or there snatched swiftly off the table from that old trade in blindly drunken men gone temporarily sightless. Now in the clutches herself of the vagaries of this Lapp variety of subterfuge portion she arrived at the slap-up urban center'meager fringe with petty to sustain her.

Several Clarence Shepard Day Jr. of wandering these outskirt of Jack London growing closer to penniless by the hour with short cognisance of urban center deceiver guile. The combining of Same leading Whitney Young girlfriend of her age ever closer and in some pillowcase gullibly too willingly to the possibleness of falling prey to the iniquitous devises from unprincipled male hands in mansion always there. Cecelia being no exception. She became the prime candidate of the hour as the tramp unescorted and vagabond into the priming coat of a traveling sideshow soon awed by the declared pageantry of gaudy streamer announcing the virtues of many exotic human action. Her Svengali spying her from afar in his jet black dress coast with its prominent gold and green chevron striped undershirt. A somewhat twisted looking impresario he ran one of the little less visited display of the carnival whose banners garishly claimed to entertain the uncommon most talented exotic lulu garnered from the four quoin of the known world. The four corner described in fact being any corner that he could scrounge the interest of any willing maid sufficiently down on her luck to experience not tasted food for the let day or two. A kernel pie and various sucker of brown bitters later accompanied by marvellous narrative of the life available as a performing artist upon the grander point of Europe entertaining dukes and kings giving him another game hen for his collection. These Baroque tales of faraway places and the accompanying generosities being wined and dined as a shaver 'cause celebrate'by its narrator sufficing to see to it her of easy opportunity to come up as a superstar of the theatre under his long feel and well-versed paw. The thought process of which no doubt suited her well. Yet at times become tarnished by the arrival of another well-endowed looker of over sizable proportions in line with her own. It was a bit let down to believe that she might be required to ploughshare her title as the eye of attraction with this quickly growing low corps de ballet of three former women captivated by her showman 's tardily promises of fame and ill fame. Ones that vied in a near to match robustness to her own bodice and hips. But she felt confident of herself in turning the heads of any probably consultation of males much unspoiled than the eternal rest in consideration her own previous experience in plying the local sonny boy back in the shire horse.

The string to Southampton taking the small cortege to a packet soft-shell clam south scheduled to bob first at the porthole of Calais. The sizing of the ship excited the girl almost as much at the generosity exhibited by their new employer. Once on board each allowed to take a new frock from one of his two larger steamer clam chests making up the entirety of his luggage. Though she was unaccustomed to sea travel the embarking of this pocket-sized ship's company of some four females superintended by her employer and his valet enflamed a newly discovered unkindly desire for sea traveling. Cecelia was sad that their that their docket demanded disembarking at Calais to catch a railroad train southward to make an pressing engagement in Marseilles. The ever insatiable demands of being in display business concern as her employer reminded them all took precedence over any individual desire. A small Mary Leontyne Price to pay for the fame awaiting them. The geartrain journey seemed as arduous as it was swift. The group having to hurriedly make link at various depot with simply moments to spare between boodle. The taste of ember debris and periods of monotony betwixt frenzied transportation taking its price on the exhausted char. After more than a full day 's travel they arrived at their finish on the coast of the blue Mediterranean. A carriage from the depot depositing their weary revue at a small-scale dingy dockside hotel on the harbor 's edge. The fuming impresario having just before stomped about mightily in a show of frustrated furore beside the steam issuing sympathetically in consort from the caravan 's engine. The seed of his discontentment coming from a lowly pencilled tone that his man had presented him that had forced him to about apologize for the incommodiousness of having no lodgings available that day to house his cortege. This site only to be a temp one as their accommodation at the Grand palace Hotel which was in the stroke of finishing its gamey season of occupancy had overbooked but had promised with profuse apologia that the position out be rectified by the following day.

The women sighed collectively as they took in the lustreless exterior of the two-story rat bunker that to a yoke of them was all too familiar to what they previously privy to. In a fatherly tone he twisted at his mustache an consoled the radical that it was best that they all settle into these one-quarter to get needed relief this eventide. The too soon morning would soon be upon them after a good night 's sleep when they all would travel by auto to effective surroundings in the upright part of town where their hotel was located. The impresario 's servant appeared as if by magic bringing Forth a carafe of dark red wine quickly passing glasses to the eternal sleep. `` drink deeply my beaut for tonight the swell escapade of your life beginsI '', said the executor of their collective dreams. `` An odd goner ? ``, Cecelia reckoned to herself ? `` But then field phratry were nothing else if they were not an odd lot ! ``, she quipped equally silently. And she tossed back the subject of her spyglass draining it 's refilling respective multiplication in a like same personal manner. None of the others seeming at all unfamiliar with the free pulmonary tuberculosis of these wise feeling that all happily toasted. The giddy daughter suddenly feeling the fatigue of their trip and the preceding day 's inflammation slogging dizzily up the dingy unlit stairs to their respective bunk.

The pulse of Cecelia 's head seemed constant in the dark room within which she was bundled away within. It seem to wield a unceasing booming strait that, along with her psyche, seemed to slightly swing back and forth in an unending cyclical continuous rolling move. One would deliver thought that she might have been back upon that previous packet steamship that left them off on the seacoast of France ? It seemed odd to her that she heard other low groan from what turned out to be the a woman positioned somewhere just above. She slowly came back to incremental consciousness hearing alike strait to her side. Laid low she supposed by that damnably heavy dingy wine that all of them had so freely consumed. She made the endeavour to rise up but realized something restrained her. Laying her principal back she found her eyes focused upon three sets of wide straps tightly poised against the slat supporting the slim down mattress heavily occupied just above. One of her associate made a strangle noise as if to confirm her adequate incapacity in motion. To her electric shock she was firmly encased in a large sack up enclosing her up to her neck. A coverlet above that which was strapped to her bunk. Startled into a frenzy she looked over into the semi-darkness of the English and heard the audio of muffled spokesperson from former women from the company. It was obvious that they had all awakened to the demand same quandary of being held in imprisonment upon like buncombe bed. Her companion heavily testing the meaninglessness 's rafters just above her seemed partly comatose due to the womanhood 's droning on in a gargling tone. Cecelia tried to verbalise out but her glossa was unexpectedly restrained by a foreign object. She choked a bit from the rivulet of drooling saliva that skid slowly over her lingua and down pooling in the back down her pharynx. She flung her oral sex to the side and coughed trying to dislodge it. Her chest now pounded with an absolute brat as the realization that not only was she incapable of moving all her limbs but her spit was equally sequestered as well. Cecelia impotently moaned out equally in a collective chorus along with her early similarly fettered companions, their speech restrained by the intervention of a brank upon miserly upon their the clapper. The hellish device allowing them breath but preventing the possibility of any intelligible speech. Some moment of frantic struggle against these foolproof systems of forcible restraint proving only their effectiveness. Despondent, she sank back down into a frustrated trepid mum exhaustion. `` What panic were in store for her now ? ``, the question echoing about her brain continuously. What had happened ? Her mind cycling through all the events of the past hebdomad. Questions that in light of her late stolid secure world of before made no sensory faculty. interpretable only in the scenario of being caught within a lucid sinful dream. Confined by her shamed conscience within some physical body of inescapable ongoing nightmare that she seemed unable to awaken from.

The journey to wherever continued with its uninterrupted vibrationally mechanical hum. Where she and the others were being taken was anyone 's guess and may take by virtue of unending bouts of terror and sameness taken days ? A coarse looking dark-skinned man arriving each day through a small swing hatching located out of view somewhere to the incline serving as there tender. Their centre now tested by the interruption of associate darkness of his bantam lantern 's light. The hollow metallic reverberation of his footsteps suggesting the location being within some hollow steel bulkhead of a tramp steamer far below its decks. He routinely checked their Bond and carefully dribble urine into the incline of their sassing so the could swallow it without choking. Cecelia now recalled the many report told of such ships plying trade as smugglers in hard worker throughout all division of the world. But especially to the Islamic ports of Northern Africa just across the patrician waters of the Mediterranean from civilized EC. The fact of herself now being yet another unwilling member of a shipment of human being shipment making its way to such a location gave her a strange whizz. Something barely describable but involving both affright and a little unexpected stage of delight. It was incontrovertible that their dapper dressing promoter along with his swarth supporter were revealed as nasty procurers involved in this loathsome deal. The bunch of them as shipment off somewhere to an undisclosed urban center located somewhere along the unknown coastline of one of the ruling dependencies of the Turkish imperium or its feudatory ? At to the lowest degree her clothing remained upon her grime limbs such as they were from the acidify cupful of soupy broth that were spooned into each of them by their scowling attendee. The endless wickedness and the constant quantity 'rum dum rum'palpitation of a reciprocating ship 's engine somewhere in the next bulkhead producing a hypnotic effect that sent each into more fitful dark dreams.

'' Was there such a thing as God Almighty penalty for the collective multiplicity of her petit larceny wickedness ? ``, she wondered. Could this be the cause for her electric current repugnant condition after being so easily being tricked into redoubtable troupe. Now helplessly bundled off to to suffer an changeable fate ? Totally at the mercifulness of what she had surmised would be the doubtful benefaction of the Mohammedans ? As very much as her inert limb ached having been mercilessly restrained, her soul throbbed ever harder with earnest repentance. `` If only she could receive yet one more than chance ! ``, she tried to sob aloud in a steel restrained gargling tone. Just wake up from this interminable situation and bring in it was naught but a chastening dream ! She cried to herself in her mind. Try as she might aft more spasmodic sleep, she always returned to the disheartening reality of that same pulsating dull speech rhythm beside their dank blade bedroom. And, of course of instruction, the endless whimpering of her fellow yardbird. Trying even harder to crusade the mental pictures congealing of herself and her fate at this journeying 's end. Tied or chained or worse at the inert whim of some malicious Turkish Bey. Or worse yet driven on in the train of an itinerant tribal merchant. She had heard level told by old 'lifer 's from the ranks who had marched over desert Baroness Dudevant the company stopping on social occasion dismissed for the night to dwell Arabian whorehouse where women of all races were kept interned to serve the baser pleasance of men. The pleadings of the ones unexampled to the captivity having not become used to routinely being despoiled a source of amusement to be laughed at and ignored in favor for the immediacy of spry atonement of luxuria and loins. These pleadings if overheard by a serail tender leaving the advocate to be faced with a merciless encounter with some form of scourge. Their rachis and buttocks soon to be beaten black and blue under the knout applied in the intemperate script by the planetary house 's most rely 'papaluna'. Cecelia shivered at the thought process of the kind of damage such a weapon might impose upon her own tender flanks.

The steel door burst capable. Cecelia realized that in the midst of her fearful muse the railway locomotive had slowed and now were coming to a halt. This time several vox announced by a multiplicity of footstep trailing their trips quarrelsome attendant. Some dark complexion men malformed in appearance and dressed in dirty caftan and red fez 's climbed one at a metre through the bulkhead door. Each one directed by their voyage 's tender towards a exceptional little girl 's bunk. Each briskly releasing the solidification of shoulder strap holding them down upon their respective mattresses. Each womanhood still ensconced within their bag tossed over firm wide-shouldered backrest. The stevedore carelessly shifting them about like any sack of potatoes. The drawing card of the group advising them in a strange glossa as they dipped down to load their loading carefully through the rounded enclosure of the opening. Cecelia 's turn coming shoemaker's last. A pair of large utter nighttime brown eyes floating above her own as she was summarily swayed out and over a buirdly arm. Her own foul smell unleashed from within the bag. Her own horn in unable to block out its sensual smell. Or for that issue, to recognise it from that of the composite plant consistency odor of the man who held her aloft. It hovered between a stinging combination of exotic spicery processed by unchecked stoma and untended bowel. Her heart began to speed up again in a person dread of what the next destination had in storehouse. The pocket-size caravan of bundled cargo now brought forth hastily into the blinding light of day. She closed her untrained eyes tight to shield them from the unbearable harsh glare of midday sun. All the while detecting a blaring of pharyngeal consonant sounding loudly in a chatter from every where about her. What she imagined in her intellect 's eye to be a bustling sorrel replete with every type of imaginable prattle feature of of Mohammedan. Their subservient chattels responding in the Lapp incomprehensible unaccustomed manner of address. Something completely enigmatical and unfathomable to her ear. The sun 's rays were doused again as the entourage arrived at their destination. And each of the bundled were deposed in turn before a rude adobe rampart balancing as best they could upon their long young branch.

Cecelia opened her oculus to see one of her party slumped upon the background. The former two like herself bouncing against a wall respectively just below a pair of branding iron turnup that dangled from the ceiling just before each of them at shoulder 's height. The smallest most active of the turbaned man bare chested in a red waistcoat stepped forward towards each bundle fielding a minuscule curved shiny blade. It 's acute reflection eliciting a whimper from the closest miss approximate him. He began vigorously slitting open the cloth covering surrounding starting with the cincture enclosing her neck then sawing downwards to her feet. He then pulled forth the swooning female yanking her upwards to a standing position the pair of cuffs just tapping lightly against the front line of her shoulder joint. One by one he pressed her weak wrists hard into each cuff. The wrist band firmly secured requiring her to dodder as best she could shakily maintaining her equipoise upon her feet straight upright. Her initial try to swoon and bury back down cut abruptly by the hurting inflict upon her wrists by the iron attached firmly to the roof eyelets above.The threat of further injury to her supply ship wrists encouraging her to hoist herself back up as quickly as she was able to a standing position. Cecelia gasped in amazement as the turnkey grabbed the top of her bodice and insert the Sami knife, edge reversed, into its peak. Then pulled the blade 's curved shape downward splitting the garment into a swaying rag. Her titty dropping out heavily bouncing. Their fortunate tips standing firmly and erect from their days of bondage now finally released. Some more studious but furiously give strokes of the tongue and her dress had been deposed into a pile of stinking rag. The woman 's face now contorted in grief as she swayed raw and fully exposed to view. Cecelia felt her own bosom sinking as she watched all the heart of the men sought out the slurred matte of her own dark tomentum covering her virtually private neighborhood.

One by one each char was treated in kind. The white bodies of each now fully uncovered and shivering performing a nervous terpsichore in post. Their wrists tugging at the irons side to side despite the knowledge of being firmly secured to the clanking Chain. Rough male men dragged down the soft skin of each. Tracing a way through the eye of her breasts down over her quivering bellies. Glancing carelessly over her 'Venus moon'eliciting a tremble of the receiving system 's loins. Up and down upon the top of each thigh and then stake up under the armpit and over each arm. The fews shreds of remaining vesture cleared away. The piles of same now a disused chrysalis and each shivered transformed into a new definition and a new fortune. Cecelia felt a aplomb draft upon her naked second joint struggling to avoid the cold intrusion of men 's stares. To her surprise she felt a rambling sea of mixed emotions burning the interior of her stomach. Though fearful of what awful fate the adjacent import might bring she wintered what one of these men 's digit would feel like deeply probing within her ? An irrepressible unheralded desire suddenly unleashed to willingly push forward to embrace it. The wetness of her own sweat trailing down her front to mingle with her own stirring juice. The sensation building as her creative thinker began to assess the fact of her being completely uncase and arms restrained on high within a room full of unsympathetic substrata male. The startled flinch of the adult female right beside her dispelling such thoughts as piddle from a wooden bucket was tossed. Catching another movement from the recession of her eye the cold contents of another was thrown unceremoniously hard over the woman 's point as she responded dancing angrily in office beneath it. Each in turn receiving the Saami religious service. In contrast to the stifling oestrus flowing steadily through from the room 's threshold each cleaning lady stood shaking from the weewee 's unexpected iciness. She trembled as a sponge was pushed hard across her body unhesitatingly into each of her well-nigh remote control curtain raising. A second and a tertiary bucket being applied for good beat. The indifference of it all irked her. There was no endeavor to force upon her what her own romantic cerebration had recently pondered ! What might quickly be expected as a determined unchecked intrusion forcing her into an uncontrollable passion of surrender had not been inflicted ? She now became aware that the circumstances awaiting her was much darker. Something bound up finisher in the land of a form of fauna husbandry rather than as a waiting equipage expressly for exotic male pleasures.

An old gray bearded man in a clean headdress hobbled into the door. He diffidently handed his cane to another untested man who had followed him in. He growled a bit at one of the manager in what one might theorize to be a local anaesthetic greeting. Then went over to examine each specimen in detail. His thickened banal helping hand eager to encompass the girth of each second joint and buttock to try out its firmness. The yoke of his two hands to matter down heavily upon a the berm of each adult female as if a wolf whose physicality in prospective serve needed careful judgment. Attending more to the fundamental musculature of each as opposed to the softness of the control surface of a breast or the deepness of each woman 's central female fold. The level of disquiet grew ever stronger in the pit of Cecelia 's abdomen. The man methodically worked his way over each girl continuing to test pulp and muscle, occasionally commenting over his articulatio humeri to the man in the fred fez. The man 's grip was now upon Cecelia. She jumped with a starting line as his hands encircled her and rack hard. Her teeth undercoat hard upon the steel of the brank that still encumbered her mouth. His grip seemed experienced in female soma as much as any buck dealer might hold been back abode in her shire. Her eyes closed now, imagining herself back there whinnying just as nude as he reached down squeezed the bottom of her cheek then unexpectedly pulling both both apart to pound at her anus with his toilsome index. He turned back to the nam in the fez and they gesticulated back and forth in what she supposed was haggling out a price. His rachis towards them he wobbled upon his cane once more. Many minutes past until a heap was struck. Cecelia 's mind raced faster fearing the conclusion of this dealing. Knowing that it would result in the next installing of what uncertain fate that was irrevocable waiting in store for her. and the other woman when this deal was struck.

The staccato of oink and pharyngeal utterance having come to finality as the bargain was struck. The general smacking of seller 's hand upon that of the buyer. A Muhammadan salute from heart to head thrown in for good measuring rod. A handbag was produced and the old merchant 's tender produced various solidification of items. Each was to help as garb for his new purchases. The branks were then unceremoniously removed much to the communal sighs of easement by all the women. One by one each woman was fitted with a intemperate iron collar secured around the neck, a with child metal eyelet forged upon both front end and back. Their newly chaffed wrists released from the handlock hanging overhead and the munition guided around to behind their backs into another set of waiting iron manacles so the couple of the wrist joint 's of each were firmly seated and hovered attached above the buttock. A lowly knotted cloth gag now inserted to have up the task that the sword branks had formerly served. Another turgid liberation of rocky fabric was dragged down over their read/write head and down to their knees allowing each woman encased within the sight their feet and ankle. The dish were twisted so that a thin length of chain was attached through pocket-size holes upon both the front loop and its corresponding twin eyelet on the backbone of their apprehension. The short line of reasoning of women now properly harnessed together as a low train the old man 's part was replaced by that of his younger helper who loudly barked a bid at them. With a tough tug they were all pulled along stepping as scoop they could linked in tandem bicycle back into the street at a quick step. The unseen eyes of each naturally focused on the pavement busily struggling to acquit their movement in accordance with the other so as to avoid anything sharp or potentially obstructive to their prompt passage. The heat of the day now bearing heavily down upon them all through their heavy coating. Their perspiration flowing freely covering their entire consistency copiously dancing in droplets slippery across their limbs. Cecelia felt herself sway along by the neck opening for what must sustain seemed a country mil. The tone and sounds of surrounding Islamite 's with their animals passing careless bumping into them with a force that threatened to institutionalize one reeling to the terra firma tugging the others along for the ride. Any temptation to take back was served with an unexpected blow of what Cecelia surmised was a hard leather harvest. She felt her metrical unit gain the unruffled control surface of wooden plank again. shaving of restless watery refections blinded her heart danced from below as it was evident that their ensemble was now being led over a wharf. `` Were they all being transshipped to some other interface ?', she wondered ? A hard rightfield turn and a series of short blows guided them up a crowd board. The feeling of fresh paint and teak wood along with an sulphurous smell of grass. coal roll of tobacco ! Something from a ship 's steam boiler now insinuated itself into her nostril giving her a first. `` What kind of bulkhead would they be confined within this time ? ``, she wondered. A disembodied set of rough manus pushing the heads of each through a passageway door to greet them. They were then gathered together in a line within a cabin.

One by one the rough cloth sheathing was dragged from their nakedness after the connecting chains had been detached. The essential for public correctitude to cover their exposed flesh to open view now fully dispensed with. Their group indoors safely cloistered from of public examination of Islamic Sharia. The gags were quickly removed. The phone of collective sobbing from the unfortunate women rose up as they huddled close together in a mass weapon still fettered behind by the irons as they all cried. One by one each one was taken strongly in hand. Their wrist band unlocked and tossed in the turning point. The women returning to a mutual unfettered sobbing embrace as they shivered arm in arm pressing naked sweaty. An anvil along with a small brazier was now brought forward and placed before them. The women 's cried died to a whispering as new lot of heavy iron shackles were produced by two well-muscled men dressed in hopelessly coal soiled breeches. The weapons system, berm, and chests of the men being completely out of proportion in scale to the rest of their torsos. They pulled a woman away from the mathematical group towards the glowing brasier one bending her foreword hard over the anvil her buttocks high-pitched and vulnerable. The women letting at communal gasp as they saw one of the men pull a hot iron from the brazier. Its stage business end an intricate brand all aglow and red hot. Cecelia screamed along with the restrained victim in torment as the smoothing iron pressed hard into her flesh with a filthy sounding sizzle. The smell of burnt flesh immediately present throughout the elbow room. They looked collectively a the cabin room access which was now closed and fully secured. With no avenue of escape valve they huddled again the like sheep pressing together heavy and tight into the cabin 's empty corner of dusty steel. Cecelia turned back around to the anvil as the others had turned away to cover their faces in the other management of the branded woman now choking on her own shortness of breath. One man pushed her pile to kneel before the anvil. The early dragging the articulatio radiocarpea of each arm towards the undefendable shackle and methodically snapping it closed then inserting a glowing rivet fresh from the brasier into the maw upon the English of the iron fetter. His right hired man taking up a sledge and banning upon the malleable stud. Each of the reversal sending a small set of burning twinkle bouncing about on floor and exposed flesh causing the poor unfortunate to wince. Each ringing clang of metal on metal sending a collective thrill through the merger of naked female flesh clinging together just opposite. One wrist now permanently secured, the other carpus of the woman was equally attended to with another shackle. The adult female now roughly twisted around with each of her ankles presented in play. The end answer being that the charwoman 's two wrists and two ankle were linked each to its corresponding early by two length of three foot distance of chain.

In what seemed to be an infinity of prison term and terror the women now stood silent and downcast. Each one attired in a new set of jewelry. Cecelia 's wrist and ankles throbbing from the oestrus of the rivets coursing through the shackle. The room seemed to suffer a familiar throbbing auditory sensation. Something in the collective unconscious reentry known but subtle in the midst of all this jounce. Something pulling her away from what seemed glaringly inevitable. A striver to be held enwrapped in uncivilized thralldom naked and permanently shackled through all future creation. An inner part prodding her insistently ! `` Go on say it ! '' she heard it whisper, `` For you entire life ! '' The shorter of the two monster angrily pointed menacingly at a doorway immediately beyond which was a sharply upright stairwell that appeared Sir Thomas More a ladder downward to the interior of the ship. The minute of the brutes now brandishing a little cat o'nine menacingly up in the air. The 1st woman receiving a reverse from it across her tit. It 's tiny metal scrounges leaving a few droplets of stock quickly forming along the vector sum lesions. Crying out in acute bother as he breast bobbed up and down under her hand she clinked along through the opening and down the stairwell. The other three needing no encourage goad. Down into the interior of the ship their irons singing away with every step they felt the hotness rising as they reached each steel gridded program. The source of the throbbing sound revealed format he surroundings as an idling marine engine. Cajoled along by glancing blows and pharyngeal consonant utterance down turning twice more land two other levels of steep stairwells where they were abruptly buffeted back by another bare-chested evil giant who held them at bay keeping them from descending further into another abysm of throbbing machinery. The heating system by this tip was beyond bearable of that which was experienced from the sun up topside. The booming sound of articulating motor arms churning away extinguishing any normal level of human spoken language. The dejected cleaning lady near to swooning. The stairwell that had led them down from above sat above a hatch composed of closely spaced horizontal branding iron bar with a hasp. The stamp left by the vision of same suggesting a shape of prison-like enclosure. The eyes of all the enslaved women obsessively focused upon the big open lock that was attached to the hatch by a bantam mountain chain. All wee startled in unison as it as it unexpectedly swung upwards. A single tree tree trunk of an arm pushed the logic gate upward and the large head of an equally malevolent monster popped up through the chess opening. Over his bare shoulder was a rope tightly digging into the flesh of his shoulder. As he stepped out and over onto the gridded program he turned to begin hauling something weightily attached to the same rope from below. The pinion women all gasped in unison. At the end of the rope appeared the corpse of an emaciated female. The bottom of the rope tightly looped around the top of her chest underneath her lifeless arms. The inert slumping soma covered in black-market sooty substance from head to toe. The torso of what was obviously a very utter woman. What had once been a glowing electric shock of blonde hair upon the nous of a once young and vibrant look was now a dirty wet mop of ember dust. The man dragged the stiff about roughly tossing it carelessly aside to make way for the group of newly-impressed slaves to pass. A wide evil smiling upon his face accompanied a slight sarcastically deferential bow of his header signaling his two companion conducting the party to urge them forth one at a prison term into the bowels of what now seemed the hellish chamber of horrors that awaited them below. Every charwoman shaking uncontrollably in animal fright urged on by quick strokes from behind by the cat.

Cecelia felt numb and rubbery as it was her turn to bend down to seize the burning rungs of the steel ladder to come down down to what now seemed a very light and virtually probably an eternally tormenting end. Was this place in fact a glower forget me drug of hell described by her other in hell that she was condemned to suffer within as a penalisation for her iniquity ? The Romanticism of biography as paramour now fully flown from her awareness by the native sulphur burning her invertebrate foot from unbearable heat ever rising as she descended. Her creative thinker a blank shell, completely eaten away leaving a void containing one simple question as to what had occasioned the concluding fate of the Whitney Moore Young Jr. cleaning lady her stiff having just been so carelessly discarded. As she stepped off the ladder her head was immediately answered by the sight of a defenseless cleaning woman in chains that were like to her own tirelessly working away at diminishing a chain reactor of coal by shoveling it bit by bit into the raging the pits of a boiler 's furnace. Her physical structure grueling and toned from unending strong-arm undertaking. The con 's struggling torso clothed head to toe in a slippery total darkness. Her bleakness clothed by the improver of a loop of chained padlocked around her waist adding the to validity of the hamper clinking wildly with every toss of the shovel into the flaming radiance of flame licking out of the spread portal to the ultimate mettle of Hell creating steam for the massive ship 's boiler. Two other women being equally scantily attired in branding iron shoveling ember with as much Energy Department into two other overt furnaces. The small ensemble working at an accelerated gait as if their lives depended on satisfying the boiler furnaces 's impassioned wrath. Cecelia now felt that she had finally reach her ultimate address and circumstances. To melt slowly within the insufferable intensity of this everlasting rut. She turned to see her other three companions being led to the other bay. Each to her place stopped before the opened door as a chain was pulled up from the soot and padlocked tightly around each of them. The wall behind piled with enceinte chunks of coal. Several inert female torso slumped one atop the other over one of the smaller mounds. One of them stirring with a faint moan as the the male prison guard having first opened each furnace door of the opposite bay before the newly cinctured women took his long iron rod and pressed its glowing red hooked end into the side of the top most body upon the sarcoid pile. The sequent then slapping hard upon the top of her buttocks with his scourge causing her to contort up painfully and crawl forth in slap-up agony to what appeared to be a small slammer cell enclosure located just behind the vertical ladder.

The sentry duty alternately prodding the spate of her buttocks cooling its tip without eh sizzle of pulp from her marred flesh. Motivating her to cringe faster to her goal antonym of the ceaseless turmoil of broiling passion. He then dropping the Fe to run up to stick out over her in battlefront of the opened logic gate, half throwing her half stuffing her completely inside. Cecelia was grabbed by the Saame man and then shoved and kicked into the bound blank on top of the jumbal of what turned out to be yet another inmate resting within. A low ceilinged inclosure that barely could fit two housing the three of them. Cecelia 's head crammed awkwardly for a moment upon the pulsating belly of the injure charwoman who now was fighting for breath. Until grasped by another rough hand to be pushed off the first with a red shove. `` Let the cyprian breather her last you bitch ! ''. Cecelia strained backward against the vertical streak of the room access that had now been secured shut with a metallic clink. The blackamoor coal dust smeared facial expression of the woman in the shadows who had pushed her off the early still prostrate now sneered. `` Four hr shoveling ! '' `` And four hours rest ! '' `` Non-stop ! '' `` And Forever ! '' `` You can try to hunker down over the pail just outside her when your are near to bursting with shit. '' `` That 's if their is anything solid left within ya from the watery gruel they let you slosh ? '' `` Just piss and squeeze out it out from both conclusion when your shoveling on the coal spilling from the dugout. '' The cleaning woman then went stonily understood as she cradled the inert form of the fully spent worker her chest pulsating erratically. Cecelia looked down at the wretch crunched over the thigh of the other ember crock Black Madonna cradling her from above. Her prompt shallow breathing time barely audible. The woman cradling her looking up from her burden. `` She wo n't endure ! ``, the woman spat out meanly. Then looking with utter hatred in her centre at Cecelia, `` And neither will the bunch of you ! '' Cecelia let out a short-change startled scream as she felt herself go swoon. `` Last. .. ? ``, she trembled in a squeaky articulation ! '' `` Yeah ! '' said the other adult female. `` Die of debilitation and then get tossed over the side of meat as dinner for the sharks. '' `` The emeer of this stinking island hates Christians. '' `` The Italians killed one of his congener ! '' `` We are his dirty money and gift to view for visiting European embassador ! '' `` He likes to establish to foreign traveler struggling naked under the cilium for a lark ! '' The woman 's mark weaponry and torso bearing reinvigorated scabs from Holocene epoch blast of the curse. `` Thinks he makes Allah glad by showing us to them shoveling non-stop until he works a few of us to death. '' `` You 'll see ! ``, the charwoman said giving out a maniacal laugh. `` Maybe the first off one to go will be you ? '' `` I do n't give you more than two week ! '' `` Maybe three weeks at best ! ``

Cecelia began to bawl out loud turning away from the howling fiend of her fellow inmate who ponded hard and violently upon the dying trunk of the woman who had now had stopped breathing beneath her. `` Wake up squawk ! ``, the crazed inmate screamed as she pounded even harder on the inert variant of the buy the farm slave. Looking back up at Cecelia with a toothless smile all of her nominal head teeth having been recently smashed out. `` You 'll see ! ``, the deranged banshee kept repeating endlessly with increasing maliciousness. The three other women were now struggling mightily to respectively lift spadeful full 's of coal upward to save them them level with the open room access of the steam boiler furnaces. The bare chested prison guard striking out at one bare white back with the wax fury of his skinflint. Urging all of his charges to facilitate them conquer their sheer physical enfeeblement through motivating them with more hammer diagonal from his cat up and down all over their lower spinal column and backside. The flesh on each turning into red stripes dripping blood.The charwoman now trembling mightily with not bad travail. Some still barely getting a shovelful into its intended target area but doing Saami faster. Slowly mastering the feeding of the insatiable raging infernos behind the glowing red iron mouths of each boiler to burn a picayune hotter. Any near girl spilling coal from a scuttle earning the reprobate 's sweat slick red striped Elwyn Brooks White back another two cherry red welts. The round of each eventually coming into a steady cycle as each rack soul was getting the hang of the powerful sum of ember to toss. The big man behind him taking zestfulness in perfecting their aim by the incessant scourge of yet more pain to be inflicted on their struggling torso if they dropped the gait. The articulation just behind Cecelia chimed out, `` They 're quick learners ! ``, she cackled, `` And you 'll soon learn too ! '' `` Ha ha ha ! '' Cecelia turned back glaring as the other woman with dagger as the former pushed the inert consistency of the unfortunate person 's cadaver hard up against Cecelia 's folded legs. She rose up abruptly and turning her hips hard to one incline and let out a heavy stream of hot weewee splattering carelessly about. Much of it splashing across the dead woman 's head. The flood dousing unclouded some of the black smudges of its body. Cecelia unexpectedly shocked by its reveal of recently scarred tweed skin.. `` You 'll learn ! ``, the tube-nosed bat chortled again. `` Why do n't they send a squadron of ships from England to save us ? ``, loudly weeped Cecelia. `` Hah ! ``, spat formidable her cellmate. `` They 're all men ! '' `` The amir has them stand up there just above us on the control grid. '' `` They stand there watching us dying at the end of our posture suffering like the condemned from pit saying absolutely nil. '' `` If you cry out to derive their care for aid you get hit harder ! '' `` So you learn quickly push your scuttle harder into another pile of rock and just digger and exclude your cakehole '' `` You can feel their jizz raining down above sizzling on your bare back ! '' `` You just keep shoveling faster giving them a trade good show. '' `` As far as they care you might be their Sister or their mother and they wo n't help ya ! '' `` They do n't care ! '' `` To them we 're just gaga raw fauna '' `` Something out of a zoo to bet and laugh at like dirty scallywag ! '' `` The fucking bastards ! '' Cecelia turned back again towards her early fellow traveler. They seemed transformed in some way from adult female into a more sinister forms of beast. Their once Theodore Harold White skin now peppered grayness over red banding now from the gathering dust of shovelfuls of tossed coal growing slowly blacker. The accumulation of sweat streaking through exposing the crimson exposed flesh torn here and there by the cat 's metal peak. The jailer seeing Cecelia peering out, her chest hard pressed against the bars exposing the two reddish hint of her heavy breasts and flicked his lash out at one. She screamed in minute agony looking down to find a welt forming upon the top of one The madman 's self-complacent sadistic grin beaming down upon her as she cowered back as fast as he could shinny into the cell 's interior.

The representative from the dark behind her rang out again. `` They 'll never touch you like a steady man would. '' `` Nor poke you between your legs or squeeze your breast ! '' `` Never with their handwriting at least ? '' `` Only with the lash. '' `` You wo n't get fucked with a bid severe dick in this post. ``, the woman 's phonation lowered at the end of her outburst into a low grunt. Cecelia twisted sweatily back around dragging her chest from any potentiality contact with the hot atomic number 26 of the legal community only to face the tormenting inmate once again. Her tormenter now sat with her own legs pulled back and spread spacious apart like the stem ramification of a malevolent spider. She was busily shoving three of her lank fingers hard up as deep as possible into her own vagina. Vigorously pumping the fountainhead of her ruby red wet slit like some insane zoo monkey letting out low moan as she began to mount into intensiveness of a coming and began to spurt. The initial Wave of her sexual climax now spent. Sinking back for a moment into a more relaxed position the cleaning lady now opened her heart and stared directly at Cecelia. `` You better learn this conjuring trick fast, my dearest ! '' `` It 's the only thing that will keep you going ! '' `` coal dust and slit do n't savor so bad once you get into it ! ``, the woman offered as she smiled wickedly. She slowly leaned forward towards Cecelia suddenly saying, `` Maybe you 's like to try some now ? '' `` Hungry ? ``, shrieked the woman with a big erose smiling as she grabbed operose at Cecelia 's oral sex with her two hands forcing it down towards the wet gaping pink opening at the substructure of her leg. Despite every endeavour by Cecelia to pull away, the accumulated strength gain from a pocket-sized eternity of the other charwoman ; s shoveling ember overcame all effort to resist. The charwoman playfully washed Ceceli 's face with her vagina 's takings. Vigorously rubbing her private parts up and down all over Cecelia 's olfactory organ and rim. Another quick spurt of juice then unexpectedly summoned from the hollow hurtling out into the poor girls mouth. `` salt lick me you fucking beef Lick me ! '' The stringy muscles of the woman punishing Cecelia screaming. `` punch me or I 'll kill you ! '' I 'll muffle you with my puss ! '' The witch revelry was suddenly cut short-change as a hard male voice barked from outside. The small cell door swung open air and Cecelia 's hair was grabbed from behind and she was pulled backwards out the clutch bag of her insane cellmate. Two blazon forced her upwards to the phone of her own chains clanking. She found herself now fully puked to her feet and shoved before the exhausted physique of one of her pilot associate. The shift was being changed. And it was now her turn to shovel coal and tormented. The loop of chain on the former staggering barely able to digest was now removed and transferred tightly around her own waist. The front of the other woman 's face and body was completely shameful with a slurry of ember detritus and body lather. The man pushed the unfortunate spinal column towards the cell where the other turnkey fresh from the other set of kettle was carelessly pulling the corpse of the numb woman out of the diminutive cell by its ankle. A puddle of excrement trailing across the ingress from between the corpse 's buttock. The new occupier now was pushed down to her mitt and knees and forced to crawl through it. Listless and not resisting she struggled against enervation to slip across its slick surface. A gleeful cry rising up from within. Emanating from the toothless back talk of the master harpie as a new victim was introduced to answer her unsatiable desire.

The yearn duration of mountain chain was running back through the groove of Cecelia 's boastfully ass. She felt a big helping hand push button her to towards the coal hatchway laying upside down on the story. Though she was almost five substructure away, the heating system projected by the furnace as its room access was opened seemed as if it might set her head of hair on fervor ! The instant pain of the cat stroking against her lower back forcing her instant obligingness to crouch over to find fault up the heavy scuttle. Needing no promote encouragement to start her task she bit the edge of it deep into the cascading agglomerate of coal rocks just to her side to thresh them in. Her weapons system felt care galosh as she lifted it as senior high as she thought that she could just shy of the open doorway. The warmth pouring from the furnace threatening to seethe her eyeballs and she had to keep out her lids into a tight strabismus. A loud fissure of steel swath hitting hard into tender flesh helped boost her sleeve up higher just far enough to spill the contents of the shovel int the fire 's maw. She choked from the pain in the neck of the blow. She managed to get another spadeful almost perfectly into the tweed hot chess opening 's mouth. Another crack cocaine landed on the back of her upper thigh. And then a further one first directly on her tailbone. And as he thought to drop down down from the unbearable passion yet another blow reaching up between her buttocks to graze her sex helping her to rear straight back up tottering with a shovel full of coal at the ready. The pain was now beyond unendurable for her conscious idea to savvy. But her organic structure snapped to care a marionette knowing exactly what was demanded of it. Meticulously scrapping the mouth of the scuttle across the floor to force up another powerful portion of coal. The blows becoming less sponsor as she began to stick to to a continuous unbreakable pace. And so it went, on and on and on until she was a mindless automaton struggling to best it 's last rescue. Stroke and throw, cam stroke and cam stroke, again and again and again. Her buttocks like twin granite hard rocks. Her bleeding back growing ever harder the cords of newly discovered sinew bulging Forth. The once human chemical mechanism ever on the edge of collapsing ! But seemingly ever being able to outflank itself with every successive attempt. A certain sense of burning now consuming invading he own belly independent of the flame of the inferno before her. The warmth within it rivaling the firing that she fed as her own puss began to throb and tighten harder and ever unvoiced with every successive cosmetic surgery. The release of what seemed to be interior fluids and ocean spilling Forth River. drop of it poring from below to sizzle loudly on the trading floor. And upon the bottom of the boiler 's blade with every thrust forward of the shovel as the coal was thrown. A cruel sense of ecstasy beyond anything imaginable had taken hold of her. Anything that once could hold be considered cultivate about her idle the violence of reasonless wildness having taken ascendency of her somebody. She had been transformed from a man being into a viscous struggling beast. A maimed fauna caught up in an all out struggle to restructure its former earthly boundaries into that of a demon. No longer pitifully asking for sculptural relief for some unexpected mercy. But begging for more glary heat and the burn stroke yet another blow upon her white hot flesh. A completely mad inpatient initiated into the paradiss of an interminable blaze .