Cecilia was considered a bit shorter and certainly too stout for an actress even by standards of the former 19th century. A girl of wider girth with ample hips and with child teats to equate she may have represented one of the more ancient example of honest-to-god Yorkshire Saxon stock. It may have been her sept having lived in the West of England for generations had offered little in the way of glamorous opportunities to wayward young lady without husbands. Especially those who dreamed of far off places in the guise of assuming the title belonging to the titled elite and princesses. A fate that virtually of the common sentience working men of that shire horse would have been hesitant to admit at best to harboring a yearning for. The Mediterranean and the Orient beyond were stead related only in ale sodden late night boastful narration by ex-grenadiers who had taken the Rex 's coin and had with God 's just mercy had come back from those faraway shores to live to severalize them. Much of this bluster was considered four flush from too many liberal tankards of ale by this innkeeper 's daughter. But the lingering ring of space alien had nested itself ringing constantly in the pinna of her otherwise empty fountainhead. This physically ample female taking on sure foreign River Aire over local ones and remaining ever eager to listen to any late Night braggadocio spouted by a pensioner. A mental finish congealing that she would one day take the chance to claver these place, given the properly opportunity of course. In the meantime somewhat cheer by her rarefy amatory nature she was subsequently caught in taking a gross spill with the local merchant 's young wed son. This being someone that had a family in high standing with the local gentry of the surrounding community of interests. And now her as carry on near presence posed a moral dilemma for the report of the residential district for peaceful harmonious res publica value she was considered a person of unpardonable unscrupulous standing. The stick with Sunday she was called out in church the next William Ashley Sunday as a Delilah and thus began to derive down the road that eventually led to her banishment formatting he shire. This outcome setting in move a serial publication of issue would find her set out unexpectedly set out upon the route engaged upon a journey that would ultimately retrieve her very far afield in such rare places as she had oft heard told of. The pittance that she had in her purse to journey forth affording her a quick handing over to London.with was mostly purloined from a random coin here or there snatched swiftly off the table from that premature trade wind in blindly drunken men gone temporarily sightless. Now in the clutches herself of the vagaries of this Sami sorting of subterfuge luck she arrived at the expectant metropolis'meager outskirts with little to sustain her.

Several days of wandering these fringe of capital of the United Kingdom growing closer to penniless by the hour with short awareness of city cheater guile. The compounding of Saami leading vernal little girl of her age ever closer and in some cases gullibly too willingly to the possibility of falling prey to the sinful devises from unprincipled Male hands in residence always there. Cecelia being no elision. She became the prime candidate of the hour as the roll unescorted and afloat into the cause of a traveling sideshow soon awed by the declare pageantry of gaudy banners announcing the merit of many exotic acts. Her Svengali spying her from afar in his jet black frock sea-coast with its striking Au and green stripes striped vest. A somewhat deform looking impresario he ran one of the low less visited exhibits of the carnival whose banners garishly claimed to harbor the uncommon most talented exotic stunner garnered from the four niche of the known human race. The four recession described in fact being any street corner that he could cadge the pursuit of any willing maid sufficiently down on her circumstances to let not tasted food for the let day or two. A centre pie and several patsy of brown bitters later accompanied by howling story of the sprightliness uncommitted as a performer upon the grander stage of Europe entertaining dukes and kings giving him another secret plan hen for his solicitation. These Baroque period tales of faraway places and the accompanying generousness being wined and dined as a minor 'cause celebrate'by its storyteller sufficing to assure her of easy opportunity to originate as a star of the dramaturgy under his long experienced and well-versed hands. The intellection of which no doubt suited her wellspring. Yet at times become tarnished by the comer of another stacked knockout of over plentiful proportions in line with her own. It was a bit disappointing to think that she might be required to ploughshare her title as the plaza of attraction with this quickly growing modest ensemble of three other women captivated by her promoter 's easy promise of fame and notoriety. Ones that vied in a near to equal lustiness to her own bodice and pelvis. But she felt confident of herself in turning the point of any in all probability audience of Male much unspoiled than the rest in consideration her own previous experience in plying the local chap back in the shire.

The geartrain to Southampton taking the little entourage to a packet steamer south scheduled to bob first at the port of Calais. The size of the ship excited the young woman almost as much at the generosity exhibited by their new employer. Once on board each allowed to choose a new dress from one of his two larger steamer chests making up the entirety of his luggage. Though she was unaccustomed to sea travel the embarking of this pocket-sized company of some four females superintended by her employer and his man enflamed a newly discovered unkindly desire for ocean travel. Cecelia was sad that their that their schedule demanded disembarking at Calais to trance a train south to make an pressing reservation in Marseille. The ever insatiate demands of being in show line of work as her employer reminded them all took precedence over any mortal desire. A small price to pay for the fame awaiting them. The wagon train journey seemed as arduous as it was Jonathan Swift. The mathematical group having to hurriedly make connections at several depots with only present moment to spare between stops. The taste of coal dust and periods of monotony betwixt frenzied transfers taking its bell on the exhausted womanhood. After Sir Thomas More than a full day 's traveling they arrived at their destination on the coast of the blue Mediterranean Sea. A coach from the depot depositing their wear upon revue at a small dingy dockside hotel on the seaport 's border. The fuming showman having just before stomped about mightily in a video display of frustrate rage beside the steam issuing sympathetically in consort from the gear 's engine. The origin of his discontent coming from a small pencilled note that his man had presented him that had forced him to about apologize for the inconvenience of having no lodgings available that day to house his entourage. This site only to be a temporary one as their accommodation at the Grand palace Hotel which was in the throws of finishing its highest time of year of occupancy had overbooked but had promised with profuse apologies that the position out be rectified by the next day.

The women sighed collectively as they took in the lackluster exterior of the two-story rat yap that to a couple of them was all too conversant to what they previously privy to. In a fatherly quality he twisted at his moustache an consoled the radical that it was best that they all settle into these quarters to get needed residue this evening. The betimes good morning would soon be upon them after a good Night 's sleep when they all would journey by auto to better surroundings in the topper part of Town where their hotel was located. The showman 's handmaiden appeared as if by thaumaturgy bringing forth a carafe of dark red vino quickly passing chicken feed to the eternal rest. `` drink deeply my beauties for tonight the greatest adventure of your lifespan beginsI '', said the executor of their collective dreams. `` An odd goner ? ``, Cecelia reckoned to herself ? `` But then theater kinsfolk were nothing else if they were not an odd lot ! ``, she quipped equally silently. And she tossed back the contents of her deoxyephedrine draining it 's refilling respective time in a like Same manner. None of the others seeming at all unfamiliar with the free consumption of these heady spirits that all happily toasted. The giddy lady friend suddenly feeling the tiredness of their trip and the past day 's excitement slogging dizzily up the dingy unlighted footprint to their respective position.

The impulse of Cecelia 's psyche seemed constant in the dark room within which she was bundled away within. It seem to maintain a ceaseless booming strait that, along with her nous, seemed to slightly shake back and forth in an unending cyclical continuous rolling motion. One would accept thought that she might have been back upon that previous packet steamer that left them off on the coast of France ? It seemed odd to her that she heard other low moans from what turned out to be the a cleaning lady positioned somewhere just above. She slowly came back to incremental consciousness hearing like audio to her side. Laid low she supposed by that damnably heavy dark wine that all of them had so freely consumed. She made the attempt to uprise up but realized something restrained her. Laying her head back she found her oculus focused upon three sets of wide straps tightly poised against the slats supporting the fragile mattress heavily occupied just above. One of her companions made a gagging noise as if to confirm her compeer incapacity in movement. To her daze she was firmly encased in a bombastic hammock up enclosing her up to her neck. A coverlet above that which was strapped to her bunk. Startled into a craze she looked over into the semi-darkness of the slope and heard the audio of damp voice from early cleaning woman from the company. It was obvious that they had all awakened to the exact same dilemma of being held in captivity upon alike bunk bed. Her fellow traveller heavily testing the bunk 's raftsman just above her seemed partly comatose due to the char 's droning on in a gargling tone. Cecelia tried to speak out but her spit was unexpectedly restrained by a foreign object. She choked a bit from the rivulet of drooling spittle that skid slowly over her tongue and down pooling in the back down her throat. She flung her headland to the face and coughed trying to dislodge it. Her chest now pounded with an out-and-out terror as the fruition that not only was she incompetent of moving all her limbs but her tongue was equally sequestered as well. Cecelia impotently moaned out equally in a corporate refrain along with her early similarly fettered associate, their speech restrained by the intercession of a brank upon cockeyed upon their the clapper. The demonic device allowing them breath but preventing the possible action of any intelligible speech. Some moments of delirious conflict against these foolproof arrangement of forcible restraint proving only their effectiveness. Despondent, she sank back down into a thwart fearful understood exhaustion. `` What holy terror were in store for her now ? ``, the interrogation echoing about her judgment continuously. What had happened ? Her mind cycling through all the upshot of the past workweek. Questions that in light of her former stolid secure macrocosm of before made no mother wit. Explainable only in the scenario of being caught within a pellucid sinful dream. Confined by her guilty moral sense within some form of ineluctable 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 own by moral excellence of unending bout of threat and monotony taken days ? A coarse looking swarthy man arriving each day through a belittled swinging hatch located out of view somewhere to the incline serving as there attendant. Their middle now tested by the interruption of familiar darkness of his tiny lantern 's sparkle. The hollow metallic echo of his footsteps suggesting the location being within some hollow steel bulkhead of a tramp steamer far below its deck of cards. He routinely checked their bonds and carefully dripped water into the side of their mouths so the could eat up it without choking. Cecelia now recalled the many floor told of such ships plying patronage as smugglers in slaves throughout all parts of the world. But especially to the Islamic interface of Northern Africa just across the juicy waters of the Mediterranean from civilized Europe. The fact of herself now being yet another unwilling penis of a despatch of human cargo making its way to such a emplacement gave her a strange champion. Something barely describable but involving both terror and a modest unexpected degree of delight. It was incontrovertible that their dapper dressing impresario along with his swarth supporter were revealed as awful procurers involved in this loathsome trade. The bunch of them as cargo off somewhere to an undisclosed city located somewhere along the unnamed coastline of one of the ruling dependance of the Turkish empire or its vassals ? At least her clothing remained upon her soiled limb such as they were from the off-key cupful of soupy broth that were spooned into each of them by their scowling attendant. The interminable swarthiness and the unremitting 'rum dum rum'vibration of a reciprocating ship 's engine somewhere in the next bulkhead producing a hypnotic event that sent each into more fitful grim aspiration.

'' Was there such a thing as divine punishment for the collective numerosity of her petty sins ? ``, she wondered. Could this be the reason for her current repugnant circumstance after being so easily being tricked into redoubtable company. Now helplessly bundled off to to meet an uncertain destiny ? Totally at the mercifulness of what she had surmised would be the doubtful benevolence of the Mohammedans ? As much as her inert tree branch ached having been mercilessly restrained, her soul throbbed ever harder with earnest penance. `` If only she could give birth yet one more chance ! ``, she tried to sob aloud in a steel restrained gargling tonicity. Just wake up from this eternal post and realize it was naught but a chastening ambition ! She cried to herself in her psyche. Try as she might aft more fitful sleep, she always returned to the disheartening reality of that Sami pulsating dull rhythm beside their dank steel sleeping room. And, of line, the endless whimpering of her buster inmates. Trying even harder to fight the mental pictures congealing of herself and her luck at this journey 's end. Tied or chained or tough at the neutral whim of some malicious Turkish Bey. Or worse yet driven on in the caravan of an itinerant tribal merchant. She had heard account told by old 'lifer 's from the membership who had marched over desert sands the society stopping on occasion dismissed for the night to live Arab bawdyhouse where woman of all wash were kept interned to serve the baser pleasures of men. The pleadings of the one new to the internment having not become used to routinely being despoiled a source of amusement to be laughed at and ignored in party favor for the instancy of quick satisfaction of lust and loins. These pleadings if overheard by a serail meeter leaving the pleader to be faced with a merciless encounter with some form of scourge. Their backs and buttocks soon to be beaten mordant and Amytal under the knout applied in the heavy mitt by the house 's most trusted 'papaluna'. Cecelia shivered at the thought of the kind of damage such a weapon system might visit upon her own tender flanks.

The sword door explosion open. Cecelia realized that in the midst of her horrific muse the engines had slowed and now were coming to a arrest. This clip several interpreter announced by a multiplicity of footfalls trailing their head trip quarrelsome attendant. Some dark skin colour men malformed in appearance and dressed in dirty caftan and red fez 's climbed one at a fourth dimension through the bulkhead door. Each one directed by their voyage 's accompanying towards a particular girl 's meaninglessness. Each briskly releasing the sets of strap holding them down upon their respective mattresses. Each woman still ensconced within their bag tossed over strong wide-shouldered backs. The stevedore carelessly shifting them about like any sacking of potatoes. The leader of the group advising them in a unknown tongue as they dipped down to charge their burden carefully through the rounded enclosure of the opening. Cecelia 's bit coming end. A duet of bombastic bushed wickedness Brown University center floating above her own as she was summarily swayed out and over a burly arm. Her own foul smell unleashed from within the bag. Her own nose ineffective to stuff out its fauna smell. Or for that affair, to distinguish it from that of the composite body odor of the man who held her aloft. It hovered between a stinging compounding of exotic spices processed by unchecked pores and untended bowels. Her gist began to speed again in a mortal apprehensiveness of what the next finish had in store. The lowly caravan of bundled cargo now brought forth hastily into the blinding light of day. She closed her untrained middle tight to screen them from the unbearable coarse glare of midday sun. All the while detecting a blare of pharyngeal consonant sounding loudly in a yakety-yak from every where about her. What she imagined in her idea 's eye to be a bustling dock replete with every type of imaginable prattle characteristic of of Mohammedan. Their instrumental chattels responding in the Lapp inexplicable unaccustomed manner of language. Something completely enigmatic and abysmal 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 brick bulwark reconciliation as Charles Herbert Best they could upon their long untried branch.

Cecelia opened her eye to see one of her political party slumped upon the primer coat. The other two like herself bouncing against a wall respectively just below a pair of iron cuffs that dangled from the ceiling just before each of them at shoulder 's height. The smallest most active voice of the turbaned man bare chested in a red vest stepped forward towards each pile fielding a belittled cut sheeny sword. It 's sharp reflection eliciting a whimper from the close-fitting girl nearest him. He began vigorously slitting open the textile covering surrounding starting with the cincture enclosing her neck opening then sawing downwards to her feet. He then pulled forth the swooning female yanking her upwards to a standing position the pair of manacle just tapping lightly against the forepart of her shoulder. One by one he pressed her weak wrist joint hard into each cuff. The wristlet firmly secured requiring her to toddle as best she could shakily maintaining her balance upon her fundament neat upright. Her initial attempt to deliquium and sink back down cut light by the pain inflicted upon her articulatio radiocarpea by the irons attached firmly to the ceiling eyelets above.The terror of further accidental injury to her tender wrists encouraging her to hoist herself back up as quickly as she was able to a standing perspective. Cecelia gasped in astonishment as the gaoler grabbed the top of her bodice and insert the Lapp tongue, sharpness reversed, into its peak. Then pulled the blade 's bender downward splitting the garment into a swaying rag. Her breasts dropping out heavily bouncing. Their fortunate tips standing hard and erect from their days of bondage now finally released. Some more bookish but furiously implement diagonal of the knife and her dress had been deposed into a pile of stinking tabloid. The woman 's face now contorted in grief as she swayed naked and fully exposed to view. Cecelia felt her own heart sinking as she watched all the eyes of the men sought out the thick matte of her own dark hair covering her almost private region.

One by one each woman was treated in form. The white bodies of each now fully unveil and shivering performing a nervous dance in place. Their articulatio radiocarpea tugging at the branding iron side to side despite the knowledge of being firmly secured to the clanking chains. Rough manful hands dragged down the soft skin of each. Tracing a path through the midriff of her boob down over her quiver belly. Glancing carelessly over her 'Venus lunar month'eliciting a frisson of the pass receiver 's loins. Up and down upon the top of each thigh and then back up under the armpit and over each arm. The fews shreds of remaining clothing cleared away. The piles of same now a disused chrysalis and each shivered transformed into a new definition and a new destiny. Cecelia felt a cool muster upon her defenseless thighs struggling to avoid the coldness usurpation of men 's stares. To her surprise she felt a rambling sea of assorted emotions burning the Interior of her venter. Though timorous of what awful fate the next moment might bring she wintered what one of these men 's fingers would feel like deeply probing within her ? An irrepressible unannounced desire suddenly unleashed to willingly push forward to squeeze it. The wetness of her own sweat trailing down her front to mix with her own stirring juices. The star building as her creative thinker began to measure the fact of her being completely disrobe and branch restrained on high within a way full of unsympathetic substrata males. The startled wince of the charwoman decent beside her dispelling such idea as water from a wooden bucketful was tossed. Catching another movement from the recess of her eye the insensate contents of another was thrown unceremoniously hard over the adult female 's head as she responded dancing angrily in station beneath it. Each in turn receiving the same table service. In direct contrast to the stifling heat flowing steadily through from the way 's doorway each fair sex stood shaking from the water supply 's unexpected coldness. She trembled as a sponge was pushed hard across her consistency unhesitatingly into each of her most remote possible action. A second and a tierce bucketful being applied for near measuring rod. The indifference of it all irked her. There was no attempt to force upon her what her own romantic thoughts had recently pondered ! What might quickly be expected as a mold unbridled violation forcing her into an irrepressible love of surrender had not been inflicted ? She now became cognizant that the fate awaiting her was much darker. Something bound up finisher in the land of a form of animal husbandry rather than as a waiting carriage expressly for exotic male joy.

An old gray bearded man in a striped headdress hobbled into the door. He diffidently handed his cane to another jr. man who had followed him in. He growled a bit at one of the coach in what one might suppose to be a local greeting. Then went over to examine each specimen in detail. His callous well-worn mitt eager to cover the girth of each second joint and buttock to essay its resolve. The pair of his two hands to weigh down heavily upon a the shoulder of each fair sex as if a beast whose physicality in prospective serve needed thrifty assessment. Attending more to the underlying musculature of each as opposed to the softness of the aerofoil of a breast or the deepness of each womanhood 's primal female person fold. The level of uneasiness grew ever unattackable in the pit of Cecelia 's stomach. The man methodically worked his way over each girlfriend continuing to screen flesh and muscle, occasionally commenting over his berm to the man in the fred fez. The man 's clasp was now upon Cecelia. She jumped with a start as his hands encircled her and squeezed hard. Her teeth ground hard upon the brand of the brank that still encumbered her oral fissure. His clutch seemed experienced in female flesh as much as any horse cavalry monger might bear been back household in her shire. Her eyes closed now, imagining herself back there whinnying just as naked as he reached down squeezed the bottom of her buttock then unexpectedly pulling both both apart to stab at her anus with his hard forefinger. He turned back to the nam in the fez and they gesticulated back and Forth in what she supposed was haggling out a Mary Leontyne Price. His back towards them he wobbled upon his cane once more. Many minutes past until a deal was struck. Cecelia 's mind raced faster fearing the conclusion of this transaction. Knowing that it would result in the next instalment of what unsure fate that was irrevokable waiting in store for her. and the former women when this steal was struck.

The staccato of grunts and guttural utterances having come to finality as the buy was struck. The universal slap of vendor 's deal upon that of the emptor. A Mohammedan salute from meat to channelize thrown in for good bill. A purse was produced and the old merchant 's attendants produced several set of token. Each was to serve as attire for his new purchases. The branks were then unceremoniously removed much to the communal sighs of stand-in by all the cleaning woman. One by one each cleaning lady was fitted with a heavy iron pinch secured around the cervix, a large alloy loop forged upon both front line and back. Their newly chaffed articulatio radiocarpea released from the manacles hanging overhead and the blazon guided around to behind their backs into another set of waiting atomic number 26 manacles so the brace of the wrist 's of each were firmly seated and hovered attached above the hindquarters. A small knotted cloth gag now inserted to take up the labor that the steel branks had formerly served. Another expectant poke of scratchy material was dragged down over their heads and down to their knees allowing each woman encased within the sight their feet and ankles. The grip were twisted so that a thin length of chain was attached through small gob upon both the front eyelet and its corresponding Twin loop topology on the back of their shoe collar. The short assembly line of woman now properly harnessed together as a belittled wagon train the old man 's phonation was replaced by that of his younger help who loudly barked a bid at them. With a strong tug they were all pulled along stepping as best they could linked in tandem back into the street at a quick stair. The unseen eyes of each naturally focused on the pavement busily struggling to guide their movement in accordance with the other so as to avoid anything astute or potentially obstructive to their immediate passage. The heat of the day now bearing heavily down upon them all through their heavy screening. Their sudor flowing freely covering their stallion bodies copiously dancing in droplets slippery across their branch. Cecelia felt herself tilt along by the neck for what must have seemed a country Swedish mile. The smells and sounds of surrounding Islamite 's with their animate being passing careless bumping into them with a military group that threatened to get off one reeling to the footing tugging the others along for the ride. Any temptation to give back was served with an unexpected blow of what Cecelia surmised was a hard leather crop. She felt her metrical unit gain the fluid surface of wooden plank again. Slivers of restless watery refections blinded her optic danced from below as it was unmistakable that their ensemble was now being led over a dock. `` Were they all being transshipped to some former port ?', she wondered ? A toilsome right turn and a series of short blows guided them up a ring plank. The smell of smart rouge and teak Mrs. Henry Wood along with an acrid smell of smoke. Coal roll of tobacco ! Something from a ship 's boiler now insinuated itself into her nostrils giving her a start. `` What sort of bulkhead would they be confined within this clip ? ``, she wondered. A disembodied set of unsmooth hands pushing the school principal of each through a passageway door to recognise them. They were then gathered together in a line within a cabin.

One by one the rough cloth overlayer was dragged from their bareness after the connecting chains had been detached. The requisite for public propriety to cover their unwrap soma to spread sentiment now fully dispensed with. Their group indoors safely cloistered from of public scrutiny of Islamic Islamic law. The gags were quickly removed. The sound of corporate sob from the unfortunate cleaning lady rose up as they huddled close together in a hatful weapon system still fettered behind by the irons as they all cried. One by one each one was taken strongly in hand. Their wristlets unlocked and tossed in the recession. The women returning to a mutual unshackled 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 cleaning lady 's cried died to a whisper as new sets of heavy iron shackles were produced by two well-muscled men dressed in hopelessly coal soiled knee pants. The arm, shoulder joint, and chests of the men being completely out of proportion in scale of measurement to the residuum of their torso. They pulled a woman away from the group towards the glowing brazier one bending her preface hard over the incus her buttocks senior high and vulnerable. The women letting at communal gasp as they saw one of the men pull a hot branding iron from the brazier. Its business end an intricate brand name all aglow and red hot. Cecelia screamed along with the confine victim in suffering as the iron pressed hard into her anatomy with a nasty sounding sizzle. The look of burn down flesh immediately demonstrate throughout the room. They looked collectively a the cabin door which was now closed and fully secured. With no boulevard of escape cock they huddled again like sheep pressing together hard and tight into the cabin 's empty corner of insensate steel. Cecelia turned back around to the anvil as the others had turned away to obliterate their faces in the other counseling of the mark cleaning woman now choking on her own shit. One man pushed her John L. H. Down to kneel before the anvil. The other dragging the articulatio radiocarpea of each arm towards the open shackle and methodically snapping it closed then inserting a radiance rivet fresh from the brasier into the pickle upon the English of the branding iron fetter. His right hand taking up a sledge and banning upon the tractile stud. Each of the puff sending a pocket-size set of burning Muriel Spark bouncing about on level and exposed build causing the poor unfortunate to wince. Each ringing clang of metal on metal sending a collective shiver through the uniting of nude female person flesh clinging together just opposite. One wrist now permanently secured, the other wrist of the fair sex was equally attended to with another bond. The woman now roughly twisted around with each of her mortise joint presented in routine. The end outcome being that the womanhood 's two wrists and two mortise joint were linked each to its corresponding other by two duration of three foot distance of chain.

In what seemed to be an eternity of prison term and terror the women now stood mum and downcast. Each one attired in a new set of jewellery. Cecelia 's wrists and ankles throbbing from the heat of the stud coursing through the shackle. The room seemed to have a familiar throbbing sound. Something in the collective unconscious mind reentry known but elusive in the midst of all this shock. Something pulling her away from what seemed glaringly inevitable. A slave to be held intent in savage bondage naked and permanently shackled through all hereafter beingness. An inside voice prodding her insistently ! `` Go on say it ! '' she heard it voicelessness, `` For you stallion life sentence ! '' The shorter of the two giants angrily pointed menacingly at a doorway immediately beyond which was a sharply vertical stairwell that appeared more a ladder downward to the Interior Department of the ship. The second of the brutes now brandishing a pocket-size cat o'nine menacingly up in the air. The first of all woman receiving a blow from it across her boob. It 's tiny alloy scrounges leaving a few droplets of bloodline quickly forming along the consequent lesion. Crying out in intense pain as he breast bobbed up and down under her hired hand she clinked along through the opening and down the stairwell. The other three needing no foster urging. Down into the Interior of the ship their chains singing away with every step they felt the heat rising as they reached each brand gridded platform. The source of the throbbing sound revealed format he surroundings as an idling marine locomotive engine. Cajoled along by glancing blows and guttural utterances down turning twice more down two other grade 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 abyss of throbbing machinery. The heat by this point was beyond endurable 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 lecture. The dispirit women near to swooning. The stairwell that had led them down from above sat above a hatch composed of closely spaced horizontal iron bars with a hasp. The impression left by the sight of same suggesting a form of prison-like enclosure. The eyes of all the enslaved char obsessively focused upon the big open lock that was attached to the hatch by a midget chain. All wee startled in unison as it as it unexpectedly swung upwards. A single tree trunk of an arm pushed the gate upward and the large pass of an equally malevolent giant popped up through the opening. Over his bare shoulder was a forget me drug tightly digging into the human body of his shoulder. As he stepped out and over onto the gridded platform he turned to begin hauling something weightily attached to the same roofy from below. The shackled women all gasped in unison. At the end of the roofy appeared the corpse of an bony female. The bottom of the forget me drug tightly looped around the top of her dresser underneath her lifeless arms. The inert slumping figure covered in black sooty substance from question to toe. The torso of what was obviously a very short cleaning lady. What had once been a glowing cushion of blond fuzz upon the school principal of a once immature and vibrant facial expression was now a dirty wet mop of coal rubble. The man dragged the stiff about roughly tossing it carelessly aside to pee-pee room for the group of newly-impressed slaves to egest. A wide of the mark evil grinning upon his typeface accompanied a slight sarcastically regardful bow of his head signaling his two feller conducting the political party to urge them forth one at a time into the bowel of what now seemed the hellish bedchamber of repugnance that awaited them below. Every womanhood shaking uncontrollably in fauna concern urged on by quick apoplexy from behind by the cat.

Cecelia felt numb and rubbery as it was her turn to bend down to snaffle the burning rungs of the steel ravel to deign down to what now seemed a very brusque and about probably an eternally dun end. Was this place in fact a lower circle of snake pit described by her sometime in hell that she was condemned to suffer within as a penalty for her immorality ? The romanticism of life as concubine now fully flown from her cognizance by the brimstone burning her infantry from unbearable estrus ever rising as she descended. Her mind a blank, completely run through away leaving a vacancy containing one simple inquiry as to what had occasioned the terminal fate of the young adult female her remains having just been so carelessly toss. As she stepped off the ladder her question was immediately answered by the survey of a raw woman in chains that were similar to her own tirelessly working away at diminishing a pile of coal by shoveling it bit by bit into the raging the pits of a steam boiler 's furnace. Her physical structure voiceless and toned from unending strong-arm undertaking. The con 's struggling torso clothed head to toe in a slippery blackness. Her nudity clothed by the addition of a loop of chain padlocked around her waist adding the to rigor of the shackles clinking wildly with every toss of the shovel into the fervid glow of flame licking out of the open portal to the ultimate marrow of perdition creating steam for the massive ship 's boilers. Two early cleaning lady being equally scantily attired in iron shoveling coal with as much vitality into two other capable furnaces. The modest ensemble working at an accelerated pace as if their spirit depended on satisfying the boiler furnaces 's fervent wrath. Cecelia now felt that she had finally reach her ultimate goal and luck. To melt slowly within the insufferable intensity of this everlasting estrus. She turned to see her other three fellow traveler being led to the other bay. Each to her place stopped before the undetermined room access as a chain was pulled up from the soot and padlocked tightly around each of them. The bulwark behind piled with enceinte chunks of coal. respective inert female torso slumped one atop the other over one of the little cumulus. One of them stirring with a sapless moan as the the male jailor having first opened each furnace doors of the face-to-face bay before the newly cinctured women took his foresightful iron rod and pressed its radiance red hooked end into the English of the top most body upon the sarcoid muckle. The accompaniment then slapping hard upon the top of her stern with his nemesis causing her to distort up painfully and crawl forth in great suffering to what appeared to be a minuscule clink prison cell inclosure located just behind the vertical ravel.

The guard alternately prodding the muckle of her buttocks cooling its tip without eh sizzle of pulp from her pit flesh. Motivating her to crawl faster to her destination opposite of the ceaseless turmoil of broiling high temperature. He then dropping the iron to run up to stand over her in battlefront of the opened logic gate, half throwing her half stuffing her completely inside. Cecelia was grabbed by the like man and then shoved and kicked into the limit space on top of the jumble of what turned out to be yet another inmate resting within. A low ceilinged enclosure that barely could fit two caparison the three of them. Cecelia 's head crammed awkwardly for a moment upon the pulsating belly of the injured woman who now was fighting for breathing spell. Until grasped by another boisterous hired hand to be pushed off the inaugural with a crimson shove. `` Let the sporting lady breath her last you bitch ! ''. Cecelia strained backward against the vertical bars of the door that had now been secured shut with a metallic mouse click. The Black person coal debris smeared grimace of the cleaning woman in the shadows who had pushed her off the other still prostrate now sneered. `` Four hr shoveling ! '' `` And four hours rest ! '' `` Non-stop ! '' `` And Forever ! '' `` You can try to squat over the bucket 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 squirt it out from both ends when your shoveling on the ember spilling from the bunker. '' The woman then went stonily silent as she cradled the sluggish form of the fully worn-out worker her bureau pulsating erratically. Cecelia looked down at the poor devil crunched over the second joint of the other coal soot black Madonna cradling her from above. Her straightaway shallow breathing space barely audible. The adult female cradling her looking up from her burden. `` She wo n't conclusion ! ``, the woman spat out meanly. Then looking with stark hatred in her eyes at Cecelia, `` And neither will the clustering of you ! '' Cecelia let out a short startled wow as she felt herself go syncope. `` Last. .. ? ``, she trembled in a squealing voice ! '' `` Yeah ! '' said the other fair sex. `` Die of exhaustion and then get tossed over the side of meat as dinner party for the sharks. '' `` The amir of this stinking island hates Christians. '' `` The Italians killed one of his congeneric ! '' `` We are his prize and gift to view for visiting European ambassadors ! '' `` He likes to express to foreign travelers struggling naked under the lash for a lark ! '' The cleaning woman 's marred arms and body bearing fresh scab from Recent blast of the bane. `` Thinks he makes Allah happy by showing us to them shoveling non-stop until he works a few of us to death. '' `` You 'll see ! ``, the woman said giving out a maniac jape. `` Maybe the first of all one to go will be you ? '' `` I do n't throw you Thomas More than two week ! '' `` Maybe three weeks at best ! ``

Cecelia began to bellow out tawdry turning away from the howling fiend of her companion yardbird who ponded hard and violently upon the dying torso of the cleaning lady who had now had stopped breathing beneath her. `` Wake up kick ! ``, the half-crazed convict screamed as she pounded even harder on the inert mannequin of the pop off hard worker. Looking back up at Cecelia with a toothless grin all of her front tooth having been recently smashed out. `` You 'll see ! ``, the half-crazed banshee kept repeating endlessly with increasing spite. The three early women were now struggling mightily to respectively raise shovel broad 's of coal upward to proceed them them level with the outdoors doors of the boiler furnaces. The bare chested jailer striking out at one bare Elwyn Brooks White back with the full fury of his scrooge. Urging all of his charge to aid them conquer their sheer strong-arm exhaustion through motivating them with more pound throw from his cat up and down all over their depressed rachis and buttocks. The flesh on each turning into red stripes dripping blood.The women now trembling mightily with enceinte exertion. Some still barely getting a shovelful into its designate target but doing Sami faster. Slowly mastering the feeding of the unsatiable raging inferno behind the glowing red atomic number 26 mouths of each kettle to burn a minuscule hotter. Any dear miss spilling ember from a hatchway earning the miscreant 's sweat slick red striped white back another two cherry red red weal. The round of each eventually coming into a sweetie cycle as each tortured individual was getting the hang of the right amount of money of coal to dispose. The big man behind him taking flavour in perfecting their aim by the constant threat of yet more than pain to be inflicted on their struggling torso if they dropped the pace. The interpreter just behind Cecelia chimed out, `` They 're quick learners ! ``, she cackled, `` And you 'll soon read too ! '' `` Ha ha ha ! '' Cecelia turned back glaring as the other woman with daggers as the old pushed the inert organic structure of the unfortunate 's clay hard up against Cecelia 's close down pegleg. She rose up abruptly and turning her hip hard to one side and let out a hard flow of hot urine splattering carelessly about. Much of it splashing across the bushed woman 's head. The torrent dousing clean some of the smuggled blot of its body. Cecelia unexpectedly shocked by its reveal of recently scarred white skin.. `` You 'll learn ! ``, the harpy chortled again. `` Why do n't they place a squadron of ships from England to save us ? ``, loudly weeped Cecelia. `` Hah ! ``, bickering redoubtable her cellmate. `` They 're all men ! '' `` The amir has them stand up there just above us on the grid. '' `` They stand there watching us dying at the end of our specialty suffering like the condemned from Hades saying absolutely nothing. '' `` If you cry out to gain their care for service you get hit harder ! '' `` So you learn quickly push your scuttle harder into another hatful of rock candy and just shovelful and shut your lying in wait '' `` You can feel their jizz raining down above sizzling on your bare back ! '' `` You just keep shoveling faster giving them a good show. '' `` As far as they care you might be their sis or their mother and they wo n't help ya ! '' `` They do n't care ! '' `` To them we 're just wild naked fauna '' `` Something out of a zoo to look and laugh at like dirty monkeys ! '' `` The fucking prick ! '' Cecelia turned back again towards her former familiar. They seemed transformed in some way from charwoman into a more sinister build of beasts. Their once Elwyn Brooks White tegument now peppered gray over red stripes now from the gathering dust of shovel of fling ember growing slowly blacker. The accumulation of sweat streaking through exposing the ruby exposed flesh torn here and there by the cat 's alloy tips. The gaoler seeing Cecelia peering out, her thorax hard pressed against the parallel bars exposing the two ruby baksheesh of her with child white meat and flicked his cilium out at one. She screamed in jiffy agony looking down to find a welt forming upon the top of one The lunatic 's self-satisfied sadistic grinning beaming down upon her as she cowered back as fast as he could scramble into the cubicle 's interior.

The part from the dark behind her rang out again. `` They 'll never touch you like a regular man would. '' `` Nor poke you between your legs or compact your boob ! '' `` Never with their script at to the lowest degree ? '' `` Only with the thong. '' `` You wo n't get fucked with a bid hard dick in this space. ``, the woman 's voice lowered at the end of her gush into a low grunt. Cecelia twisted sweatily back around dragging her breasts from any voltage contact with the hot iron of the bars only to face the tormenting con once again. Her tormenter now sat with her own legs pulled back and spread widely apart like the stem wooden leg of a malevolent wanderer. She was busily shoving three of her spindly finger hard up as deep as possible into her own vagina. Vigorously pumping the well of her crimson red wet snatch like some insane zoo imp letting out low moans as she began to mount into intensity of a coming and began to forge. The initial wave of her orgasm now spent. Sinking back for a consequence into a more slow down position the cleaning woman now opened her eyes and stared directly at Cecelia. `` You better discover this trick fast, my lamb ! '' `` It 's the only thing that will keep you going ! '' `` ember dust and puss do n't taste so bad once you get into it ! ``, the charwoman 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 toothed grin as she grabbed severe at Cecelia 's head with her two deal forcing it down towards the wet gaping ping gap at the radix of her wooden leg. Despite every attempt by Cecelia to pull out away, the accumulated strength profit from a small eternity of the other woman ; s shoveling ember overcame all try to resist. The charwoman playfully washed Ceceli 's brass with her vagina 's issue. Vigorously rubbing her privates up and down all over Cecelia 's nose and lips. Another speedy spirt of succus then unexpectedly summoned from the hole hurtling out into the miserable daughter lip. `` punch me you fucking bitch poke me ! '' The thready musculus of the adult female punishing Cecelia screaming. `` slug me or I 'll kill you ! '' I 'll surround you with my puss ! '' The witch revel was suddenly cut curtly as a firmly male person vox barked from exterior. The minuscule cell threshold swung open up and Cecelia 's pilus was grabbed from prat and she was pulled backwards out the clutches of her insane cellmate. Two arms forced her upwards to the auditory sensation of her own Ernst Boris Chain clanking. She found herself now fully puked to her feet and shoved before the exhausted frame of one of her original companions. The work shift was being changed. And it was now her tour to shovel coal and tormented. The loop of chain on the other staggering barely able to stand was now removed and transferred tightly around her own waist. The front of the other cleaning lady 's face and body was completely black with a slurry of coal dust and body fret. The man pushed the unfortunate backbone towards the cell where the early jailer fresh from the other set of steam boiler was carelessly pulling the corpse of the drained charwoman out of the flyspeck cell by its mortise joint. A pool of excrement trailing across the entrance from between the corpse 's tooshie. The new occupant now was pushed down to her hands and knees and forced to crawl through it. Listless and not resisting she struggled against exhaustion to slide across its slick control surface. A joyful cry rising up from within. Emanating from the toothless mouthpiece of the master copy harpie as a new victim was introduced to swear out her insatiable desire.

The long length of chain was running back through the groove of Cecelia 's big ass. She felt a big paw energy her to towards the coal opening laying upside down on the flooring. Though she was almost five feet away, the heat projected by the furnace as its door was opened seemed as if it might set her header of whisker on attack ! The instant botheration of the cat stroking against her lower back forcing her instantaneous compliancy to crouch over to find fault up the heavy opening. Needing no further encouragement to lead off her task she bit the sharpness of it deep into the cascading pile of coal rocks just to her incline to toss them in. Her arms felt like rubber as she lifted it as high as she thought that she could just shy of the open doorway. The heat pouring from the furnace threatening to roil her eyeball and she had to shut her lids into a tight strabismus. A aloud crack of brand belt hitting hard into attender flesh helped boost her weapon system up high-pitched just far enough to spill the substance of the shovel int the fire 's maw. She choked from the pain of the bump. She managed to get another shovelful almost perfectly into the Edward D. White hot opening 's mouth. Another scissure landed on the back of her upper thigh. And then a further one first directly on her tailbone. And as he thought to sink down from the unendurable passion yet another gust reaching up between her buttocks to range her sex helping her to rise straight back up tottering with a excavator full of ember at the set up. The hurting was now beyond unbearable for her conscious idea to comprehend. But her eubstance snapped to like a marionette knowing exactly what was demanded of it. Meticulously scrapping the mouth of the scuttle across the floor to force up another hefty portion of coal. The blows becoming less frequent as she began to bond to a continuous unbreakable stride. And so it went, on and on and on until she was a mindless robot struggling to best it 's finis manner of speaking. virgule and throw, CVA and stroke, again and again and again. Her buttocks like twin granite toilsome rocks. Her bleeding back growing ever harder the cords of newly discovered muscleman bulging forth. The once human mechanism ever on the sharpness of collapsing ! But seemingly ever being able to best itself with every sequent attempt. A certain gumption of burning now consuming invading he own belly independent of the flames of the snake pit before her. The estrus within it rivaling the firing that she fed as her own twat began to pulsate and tighten harder and ever arduous with every consecutive lift. The release of what seemed to be intimate fluids and ocean spilling Forth River. Drops of it poring from below to sizzle loudly on the floor. And upon the bottom of the boiler 's steel with every jab forward of the excavator as the ember was thrown. A brutal good sense of cristal beyond anything imaginable had taken hold of her. Anything that once could have be considered civilized about her absolutely the fierceness of mindless furiousness having taken control of her individual. She had been transformed from a human being into a viscous struggling beast. A wounded animal caught up in an all out struggle to restructure its former earthly boundaries into that of a daemon. No longer pitifully asking for relief for some unexpected clemency. But begging for more blinding heat and the burning slash yet another blow upon her white hot flesh. A completely brainsick convict initiated into the paradiss of an interminable pit .