After the recession hit the pocket-sized Republic and many of the mines which had previously employed both men and women below ground were forced to close, there was a putsch d'etat by the full general and a much harsher regime imposed in an attack to retrovert some stability to the economy.

One of the problems the full general promised to deal with was the routine of female child and women who turned to prostitution simply to try to get sufficiency money to feed themselves after losing their problem. The middle classes were affronted by the peck of these lousy one-half starved young women showing as very much flesh from beneath their rags as the frigidness nighttime air allowed in often futile attempts to get impost from the few men who could afford them, which might include the very soldiers who were supposed to be maintaining law and order.

The problem in the metropolis had got to a point where the soldiery and constabulary had rounded up so many of these poor miss that the few minor cellular telephone allocated in the citadel were so crowded that they had to take it in turns to sleep lying on the smorgasbord of straw urine and shit on the floors. At least the malodour reduced the potential zeal of the warders towards their guardianship and limited their contact to passing bowls of cold bread or lousy vegetable through the cell bars.

Tayna was only seventeen but her worn sick face made her look to be in her former 20 after two hard long time working underground hauling coal tubs in a colliery, which had however given her a lean but fit body. After walking the XXX or so mi to the City, with fellow ex-mineworkers Sabrina and Fanita, she attempted to work as a prostitute after seeing many sometime and less good looking women picking up men on the street corners. However before even getting her first client she was arrested by a motorised patrol.

Tayna had seen her but two admirer taken roughly from the cells and assumed they were being taken to court, but they were returned limp, exhausted and totally naked after about a week. Apparently to dissuade soldiers from encouraging prostitution a few of the pick up girls were taken to the barracks, strapped spread-eagled to wooden tables and their heads hooded by oilcloth bags so they could neither see nor could their faces be seen, the troops were then allowed to do whatever they willed with them. At intervals their vaginas were washed out with near boiling water to keep down the bed covering of disease. Eventually they had become so rickety that the soldiers complained that the girls no longer responded to being screwed and manhandled in even the most erotic or sadistic ways so they had been returned to the cells and new daughter sent out.

One of her two champion she saw being dragged back into a electric cell at the far end of the prison house, but key ( Sam ) was returned into Tayna 's cubicle so she tried to tend to her booster combat injury while learning with repulsion what had happened. It seemed increasingly improbable that they would ever get a fair trial run, not that anything had seemed fairish since last autumn 's coup. Sam seemed to have little will to live, throwing up any food that Tayna persuaded her to swallow while she seemed to have lost all feeling below her waist. Tayna tore a strip from the low-pitched part of her sackcloth adventitia around her midriff to make a crude oil loincloth which provided some slight reserve for Sam as she faded away. During the cold of the crystallize, starry nights ( not that the girl could see much of the star topology through the small high up unglazed window with its individual bar ) Tayna hugged Sams cold body tight to her to try to stop her from freezing to destruction but this only made her more witting of the washboard like rib Cage and car horn like hips of her friend.

Tayna dreaded the inevitable morning when she would awaken to find Sam even colder than usual and no longer breathing, but when the wardens dragged her from the cubicle she left Sam clinging to lifetime. Indeed she had even kept down two meal of rotten potatoes over the last couple of days. Tayna 's legs felt feeble as a twosome of wardens dragged her across the courtyard of the Citadel and after a few unaccented gradation she allowed her unembellished understructure to be dragged across the rough cobbles, resigned to becoming a plaything of the troops. Instead she found herself in the court, along with seven other women.

When many of the mines closed the Generals made it illegal for women to work underground, so that their lieu at work in the few remaining pits could be taken by men from the unsympathetic unity. They may take in hoped that all the give notice woman would be cared for by those men still working, but as well as those who sought fate 'working'in the metropolis many instead roamed the countryside begging and stealing. The courtyard could hardly make begging and prostitution capital law-breaking so unless a young woman was caught stealing ( for which law-breaking she could be sent to the gallows ) they could only justify a tutelar sentence. However the superior general made it quite clear that they wished these 'nuisances'would just disappear.

justice Tawridge looked with disgust at the eight smelly puppet huddled in the dock across the pocket-size courtroom. He asked the Court Usher to open the leaded Windows to let in some of the wise natural spring air. Tayna did n't know any of the other women but felt very self witting about her bare hollow belly and protruding rosehip now exposed below the ripped remains of her tunica, she self consciously pulled her shapeless shadow grey cotton skirt up over her midriff and pulled the decomposition sisal cord that served as a whack tighter - only for it to snap. Her skirt now slid down even lower than before but luckily her firm buttocks stopped it dropping to the floor. The judge stared in disgust as the top of her pubic tomentum was briefly exposed before she managed to rive the doll back up. Judge Tawridge muttered `` for God 's interest let 's get this over with quickly '' as the lieutenant finished his accounting of the women 's check. He silenced a vain attack by one of the womanhood to explain that she had not been soliciting and pronounced his sentence.

The criminals were to be taken to a property allocated by the Government in the distant south of the country and there interned within a secure surface area where they could stimulate neither offense nor fuss. Only after they had been led out of the courtroom did Tayna realise he had not mentioned a distance of time for their sentence. As they waited in the corner of the courtyard, faced by a dozen soldiers armed with rifles and touch on bayonets, Tayna rearranged her dress by tying a burl in the top of it to go on it from slipping down again. One grizzled soldier nudged the untested draftee next to him and pointed at her with a grin. Then the Sergeant barked a command and several of the soldiers lent their rifles against the bulwark and advanced on the fair sex. Tayna 's custody were grabbed roughly and tied together in forepart of her.

Instead of being loaded into a hand truck Tayna saw the slap-up wooden gates of the bastion opened and the Sergeant motioned them to walk. However a warder came hurrying across the courtyard carrying an armful of manacles and range, then followed a huddled treatment with the soldiers. The warder then took the chains and manacles away and returned with a helix of rope. The girl bound wrists were then tied to this long roach at interval. She now wished she had n't allowed her feet to be cut and bruised by being dragged to the court instead of walking as she recalled it was at to the lowest degree half a land mile pass to the station where they must surely be heading. She could n't call up exactly when she had lost her clogs, but they had become so soaked in diddly-squat and urine in the cell that they had started to make her feet sting. Had she known she was in for a pass before being taken from the jail cell perhaps she could have found them, or would they have been cleared away with the soiled straw ? By concentrating on such trivia she tried to cut the stares of passers by in the metropolis streets.

They did n't turn left down Fleet Road to the station but carried on to the outskirts of the metropolis. With growing horror Tayna realised they were going to walk all the way ! How far ? Judge Tawridge had said they were to be taken to a distant surface area in the south, how far south ? She felt that even another mile would be unsufferable with her feet cut and bruised, but it must surely be somewhere further away than the mines and they were at least thirty miles away ! Her feet stung and her foreland throbbed, she recalled they had been taken to the court before the day 's solid food had been flung through the bars, although luckily she had drunk some of the stale body of water from the trough in the electric cell. The Judge had referred to a 'remote area'. Tayna stumbled as she stubbed her toe on a stone as the road surface deteriorated after they passed the last house. `` Oh my God '' she muttered as she thought perhaps the Judge was referring to the wad, but how far were they ? 50 or a hundred international nautical mile south of the mines ? justice Tawridge had given them a death sentence after all !

It was a very well springtime day and in the small town older women stood chatting while their menfolk and younger char toiled in the fields. It was the butcher 's married woman who first saw the grouping slowly coming up the dusty hill between the low hedging. The soldiers ambled along looking bored apart from one, the Sergeant, who tried to march but in obtuse apparent movement. octonary adult female staggered along, occasionally leaning against one another but hindered by their hands being tied in front of them. `` By Jesus what be here '' exclaimed the butcher 's wife, `` con '' said a plump younger woman next to her `` I seen some about two weeks ago just before morning '', then to the third womanhood in the mathematical group `` stealer or rebels I expect ''. Then they stared in secrecy as the group passed them, observing one very Danton True Young looking girl with a painfully slim pale cheek, an older marvellous womanhood wearing a very thin Andrew D. White cotton blouse which rippled in the warm picnic then a slightly younger cleaning lady wearing a top made from sacking torn across just below her bosom to reveal her hindquarters ribs protruding above a concave stomach below which the top of her skirt stretched between her hip osseous tissue leaving a gap in front of her lower belly. As they then studied the fourth fair sex the Sergeant suddenly turned back to the bystanders and asked them to provide some body of water for the prisoners.

'' Thank God for some world '' said the magniloquent woman in battlefront of her to Tayna. `` I 've not had a drink since yesterday ''. Tayna replied, taking the beaker from her mouth `` I 'm Tayna ''. `` Varnia '' came the reply. `` Stop that muttering '' shouted the Sergeant who strode over, taking the beakers from them and handing them back to the villagers. `` Carry on ! `` The vernal looking girl who had sat down was prodded to her feet with a bayonet. `` Get moving ! ``

Once the party of convicted women was past the village the guards became more impatient and the older grizzled soldier started prodding the young looking girl in the back and buttocks with his bayonet has she stumbled to a impasse several prison term. The serjeant seemed to smile with approving and barked `` hurry up ''. Tayna now feared that the slight kindness in providing crapulence was only for the villagers'benefit.

By mid good afternoon the breeze had died away and Tayna 's pale white skin was unused to the late spring cheerfulness which now caressed it. As they were forced to climb a tenacious shallow hill Varnia 's thinly cotton blouse became soaked with sweat and stuck to her body, the scheme of her breasts and mammilla becoming more and more visible. Tayna could only feel a dull burning sensation from her base and when she looked down at them she could see junk stuck to the rip from the snub and grazing that they now bore. At last the young girl with the thin expression responded to one to a greater extent goading from the bayonet by falling forward onto her bony elbows splitting the peel to the osseous tissue, the soldier dragged her roughly to her feet but as soon as he released his travelling bag she fell again to the ground. The serjeant-at-law walked up, untied her from her spot on the long rope, unbound her wrists then re-tied the trailing end of the rope in a loose loop round her neck. `` head the Mexican valium between your leg and walk '' he commanded the rest of the char and they staggered forward dragging the poor creature along by the neck while the soldier prodded her from behind with his bayonet. She struggled up onto all 4 again and dejectedly crawled forward, fragile trickles of blood running down her sweat soaked thigh. Tayna could try the miss 's choked motherfucker and looked briefly around but could only see her hair hanging forward brushing the ground, her sweat soaked tap cotton wool blouse sticking to her dilute shoulder and her bare buttocks sticking up tail. She slowly realised that the poor lady friend already rotten colourless skirt must birth been ripped to smidgin below her waist by the probing bayonet.

It surely could n't continue much longer, Tayna 's buttocks too were now being prodded by another soldier 's bayonet as she slowed with the nervous strain of pulling the rope. She started sobbing. Her drumhead throbbed with the heat and enervation and she did n't know whether she was crying for her own quandary or for the crumble girl behind who was now being dragged along the priming by the neck as her rake blazonry and wooden leg made sapless attempts to facilitate the stress.

'' occlusion '' called the police sergeant in a resigned voice and the women were pushed into the welcome ghost of a roadside copse. `` Mess time '' he commanded in a more pollyannaish tone and the soldiers removed their knapsack and started to eat. No food for the prisoners who just lay in the crap watching with muffle eyes as the soldiers ate their minor rations. The Whitney Young little girl who had collapsed on the march rolled slowly onto her back trousering weakly, diminished bare bleeding breasts and pasture costa exposed as the chopped front of the once pink blouse fell away.

The young conscript who had grinned when he first saw Tayna in the bastion walked over to her, his nerve expressionless. Tayna instinctively pressed her knees together, but he took her bounce hands gently and led her through the trees. Tayna closed her eyes tightly and clenched her fists but then he said calmly `` wassail '' and pointed to a behind run stream. She fell to her knee joint in the chill mud and buried her boldness in the water supply then began lapping like a dog.

One by one the other prisoner were led to the water, though the thin faced Whitney Young girl had to be dragged there by the shoulders. Tayna was n't sure that she had actually drunk much before she was dragged back and dropped carelessly to the reason with the rest of the pitiful chemical group who were then bound together again.

'' What 's your figure ? '' asked Tayna gently but the filthy half-naked girl just stared back with muffled bluish-grey oculus and did n't answer. As the sun fell their sweat soaked apparel started to chill and the prisoners huddled together for warmth, no one radius but it appeared they were to spend the Night there. The soldiers got grey blankets from their packs, which they wrapped around their shoulders as they smoked and chatted quietly. As the last of the even ignitor faded and the stars brightened in the dusk the Whitney Moore Young Jr. conscript started tearing off thump of bracken, which he then cautiously carried over to the prisoner, looking back several sentence at the Sergeant who was watching him. He gently spread the bracken over the slumped conformation of the tragic youth miss, then silently rejoined the rest of the escort who made no comment.

The break of the day brought with it a break mist. The grey light only added to the sombreness of Tayna 's surround, she reached across to the still form half covered by unloosen bracken. The young girl 's chest still rose and fell slowly. The lineage, which had stained her fragile body red the night before, had now dried to a dark-brown black coated in dust. Tayna 's own base branch and wrist ached and hurt when she moved, her shoulders, arms and calves stung from yesterday 's unaccustomed sun and had turned cherry pinko. Her belly felt as if a belt was tied squiffy around it but when she looked down there was aught there, it would soon be two mean solar day since she had last eaten.

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

For the get-go prison term the Sergeant spoke directly to the prisoner `` do you need to acquit that bitch or drag her '' then he laughed. Varnia and a tanned strongly built woman stepped forward and each took one of the girl 's shoulder joint. `` You 'll have enough trouble without any unnecessary weight '' jeered the grizzle old soldier who strode forward and swiftly ripped away the few rags still hanging off the little girl, other soldiers whistled and cheered. The old soldier called back to his Loretta Young friend `` now 's your opportunity luvver boy ''. The Sergeant silenced further remark by shouting `` come along lovely boys, let 's get moving, we hardly got started yesterday ''.

The mist cleared but Tayna was grateful it remained cloudy. The pain from aching legs, lacerate feet and sunburn began to be a function of her creation which she accepted, carefully placing one foot in straw man trying not to cause further trauma. In front man of her Varnia and the former woman dragged the silent, nude untried girl. Carefully at get-go but as they tired they let her feet drag more heavily on the primer coat. The next village they skirted round using farm path, it seemed that the Sergeant was becoming embarrassed about the province of his armorial bearing. The young daughter suddenly coughed violently and her surprised assistant dropped her face down on the tough ground. The two fair sex looked at each early and Varnia said wearily `` Marie, this is n't working '', Varnia then rolled the female child on her vertebral column and grabbed both her weapons system and Marie stood between the girls legs and lifted them. In this undignified way with her mind hanging back and blood from her nose run across her face the erupt girl had perhaps a slightly more well-heeled journey for a while.

Around midday, as they rejoined the road after taking to rough out path to void passing through a small-scale township, they sighted an inn. The prisoner were allowed to fall to the ground and residual as the Sergeant wrote out a requisition note of hand and sent two of the quondam soldiers off to the pub. They returned each bearing half a dozen jug of ale. For the next three-quarters of an hour the soldiers sat drinking and smoking, largely ignoring the cleaning lady.

'' eternal sleep over, get a move on '' barked the sergeant and the prisoners were dragged to their feet. Even the Danton True Young girl managed to abide unaided but within a few steps of the company setting off she stumbled and sagged to her genu. The serjeant struck her in the belittled of her back with his rifle and she fell on her aspect, he then rolled her onto her backbone and gave her a savage kick in the side of her rib cage, Tayna was n't sure but thought she heard a whirl as if it broke a rib. The Sergeant spat in disgust at the filthy defenseless torso sprawled on the ground and muttered `` Shit, I give up on this bitch '' then turned to his soldiers saying `` she 's finished, we 'll go away her here ''. The old soldier turned to his youth protagonist and said `` it 's now or never if you want her ''. Another soldier grabbed the girl 's feet and dragged her lifeless form off the road and lay her across a fallen Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. The tiddler had quickly stripped off his uniform and ran over to her and eased his erect fellow member into her exposed vagina. As he grabbed her hips and started rhythmically screwing her she coughed and crimson blood line spurted from her mouth. Although he soon came in her with a cry of pleasure she showed no sign of an orgasm and Tayna feared she might already be drained. The thin young soldier fell forward clasping her to his own pale slender organic structure, caressing her shoulder joint, ribcage and breasts. When he got back to his feet there were bout in his eyes but he quickly wiped them away and turned to his comrades and grinned saying `` fucking swell ! ''. `` Anyone else want a go '' called the sergeant though his optic seemed to be fixed on the naked youth. Another soldier walked over to her, felt at the side of her neck and said `` I ai n't fucking no cadaver '', he then pulled a large stone from the roadside hedgebank, raised it above his headspring and brought it down onto the girl 's face with all his long suit. The sergeant-at-law then joined him and together they dragged the shattered carcase of the nameless young teen to the roadside ditch and rolled her into its peaty piddle. As the prisoners were herded on along the route Tayna took a sideways glance down to see only a pale pair of thin buttocks still visible above the water.

The Sergeant felt their party was less disrespectable now, although he still looked with disgust at Tayna whose deplumate ragtime failed to address much of her physical structure. She, along with a midget girl with roughly cropped short-change fair hair now seemed to be the imperfect of the prisoners. At to the lowest degree he felt able to march them through the core of the adjacent settlement later that afternoon.

general Slade had suggested that con should be marched on foot from the city to the proposed internment inner circle so the sight of them would answer as a word of advice to all in the Town and villages they passed through. It would certainly deliver been more economical to have shipped them by rail in cattle truck, but he chose a route MArch through the more troublesome field to act as a monition to other waifs and strays. Although the police sergeant was aware of this, that morning he had perhaps felt that dragging a defenseless bloody unconscious youngster with them would take in reflected badly on the regiment.

Dusk came early that eventide, the cloud darkened and a twinkle drizzle started. They encamped for the night by a stream, which the road crossed by a stone arch leaving space between the body of water and the abutment for them all to shelter. The soldiers took it in crook to strip and dampen, apparently unmindful to the watching women. After all virtually of them were probably prostitutes so they would n't see anything new ! The prisoner were allowed to tope while both Varnia and Marie washed themselves as well as they could manage without removing their wearing apparel, although Varnia 's soppy blouse failed to hide much from the watching men.

Despite the hapless weather the Sergeant felt happier than he had the old night. He estimated they had covered about 20 geographical mile that day, but as he heard the little blonde start to sob softly he worried that the prisoners were weakening. zilch had been said to him about feeding the prisoner, he had however been told that it would n't go too badly for him if a few run out to nail the journey so his business organisation was more about the sentence it might take.

Tayna shuffled over to sit following to the little blond and took her hand, the girl turned her binge stained face to Tayna and asked her figure, then she told Tayna hers was Frey. They both then moved forward to soothe their swollen invertebrate foot in the clear run water for a while. Although it was damp and depressing the cloud meant it was n't getting as cold as the previous night. Just as she started to devolve deceased Tayna was startled by gunshot. Another woman screamed and Tayna clasped Frey tight to her.

Shortly afterwards two soldiers returned with a rabbit. The Sergeant thought that some of his men could do with practising their marksmanship while some food for the captive might avail them keep up the pace. Unfortunately the soldiers were inadequate nip than he expected so it was difficult to cut up one small rabbit into seven part. The Sergeant deliberately gave Tayna and Frey the smallest pieces of the elusive raw essence, silently assessing that if requisite he could probably yield to pluck two more of his billing without too many enquiry being asked.

Tayna was woken by water from the stream lapping at her feet as the well up stream rose in reply to the now torrential rain. Although it was barely wakeful the Sergeant hustled everyone to their invertebrate foot and moved them off the rapidly disappearing weapons platform where they had spent the Nox. As they scrambled up out from the protection of the river gully the full violence of the tip beat back rainwater hit them. The soldiers had the protection of oilskin capes they produced from their rucksack but the women 's wearing apparel gave no protection from the rain. They struggled on up the mound away from the river, nude substructure splashing in the rill of muddy water running back down the Alfred Hawthorne. Tayna 's wet hair was plastered across her aspect and she looked with envy at Frey in nominal head of her, wondering for the first time if she had had her hair cut while held in the Citadel, or whether she had not long previously been arrested. Now was certainly not the clip to ask her !

The Sergeant had deliberately bound Tayna at the rear of the assembly line of prisoner as he considered her the most likely to need pulling along by the others, along with Frey in front of her. Marie he had chosen to precede as he hoped she would set the easily pace. As they breasted the top of the hill the full strength of the storm hit them, taking Tayna 's breath away. The wind driven raindrops lashed her sunburned bare arms legs and middle like midget nails and her sodden, ripe cotton bird wrapped itself tight around the front of her thighs as she staggered forward, the movement of her legs made it err down further below her coxa as the jury-rigged knot holding it up came undone. She futilely fumbled to re-tie it with her leaping hands, aware that if she stopped the soldier stern would yet again prod her with his bayonet to keep on her moving. The soppy ragged remains opf her skirt fell around her ankle and as she stumbled the soldier rear end could n't help responding to the sight of her bare tail end by thrusting his bayonet forward into them. At the same here and now the circle around her radiocarpal joint was pulled forward by Frey, unaware of Tayna 's problems, and she fell to her knee joint yelling `` fucking stop ! ''.

The Sergeant turned and walked back with a quit expression on his expression, this was just what he expected from that half defenseless strumpet. Remembering the fortune of the new girl the late day Tayna defiantly said `` I 'll be alright, just let me get up ''. As the got to her infantry she became aware of a strong wiz at the back of her right leg, she twisted to see a watercourse of rakehell, running down from her wounded buttock. `` The rain 's making it seem worse '' volunteered Frey, but when Tayna pulled her skirt back up over it the coarse fabric rubbing the injury was intolerable. She started to cry. `` Get a fucking movement on '' yelled the serjeant-at-law, pulling his revolver out of its holster. She quickly dropped the skirt and instead carried it in her hands as she resumed walking sobbing `` it 's all right I 'm not crippled, you bastards '', though in truth each step caused sharp-worded pains both from her pierced buttock and from her split knees.

They were n't allowed even a here and now 's residuum until mid-day. Tayna was feeling such agony and felt so humiliated after a group of men stopped work on repairing a workshop roof as they passed and all stared straight at her as she staggered past, her eubstance still bare below the sodden remains of her tunica. But it was Frey who stumbled and fell bringing the serjeant running back to lift her back up by the neck opening and stare into her terrified optic. `` My invertebrate foot .... '' she pleaded. He let her drop face down again and grabbed one of her ankles looking at the wet, blooming egotistical pes. He told the soldiers to lay off and eat, then commanded the unseasoned soldier `` find something to bandage this prostitute 's feet with ''. He fumbled in his battalion for a field grooming, `` you stupid boy '' yelled the police sergeant `` that 's for you or you 're mates if your injured, not to be thrown away on a cunt we 'll probably bear to shoot before the day 's out ''. `` Then what ... '' he started, then turned back to Frey who lay face down in the mud sobbing quietly. He grabbed the top of her coarse sodden clothes behind her neck and ripped it down to her shank, baring her back. Then he tore it across for a few inch before tearing it back up to the neckline producing a strip of material which he used to bandage her mightily foot. He then roughly tore a second strip from the bottom of the dress exposing the back of her stage almost to her buttocks and proceeded to use that to bind the other foot.

The Sergeant walked forward checking the former prisoners bloody feet while Tayna hurriedly pulled her skirt back on, terrified that it might be snatched to provide further bandages. Before the Loretta Young soldier had a chance to lead off eating his ration after repacking his backpack they were all commanded to initiate moving again. As Frey staggered to her feet the berm of her sunk sodden wearing apparel slipped down her arms exposing her breasts. Her bound wrists prevented her from pulling it back up and as they all resumed their pathetic march onward through the pouring rainwater more of the fabric tore so the tattered remains of the arm hung around her wrist while the rest of the shredded clothes slipped with each pained footfall until it trailed on the ground from her mortise joint. Fearful of tripping she kicked it from her feet, one of the useless bandages slipping off with it. As they trudged slowly onward Tayna stared pitifully down at the red stains in the muddy footprints Freyr left as she bravely struggled on with rivulets of rain trickling down her shivering naked body.

By the clock time they stopped for the evening in the foothills of the deal near a recently closed mine the rain and malarkey had thankfully died away and the run down women slumped haphazardly on the still wet short moorland forage. `` If you cretin ca n't shoot Thomas More than a unity lapin Lashkar-e-Taiba see if you can even hit a sheep from 200 yards '' the Sergeant challenged his troops. Even that stationary target took one of the soldiers four stroke. Two of the soldiers dragged the carcass back to their encampment while others started untying the ropes from the woman 's hemorrhage wrists and transferring the bonds to their articulatio talocruralis for the Nox. With this small act to ease the prisoners'discomfort Tayna hoped the serjeant-at-law had after all some pity for his boot. Was the sheep carcase to feed in them as well as the soldiers ?

Some of the soldiers were commanded to make a ardour while others started skinning the sheep. Tayna waited for the Whitney Moore Young Jr. soldier to finish attending to Marie 's bonds and discharge her own burning wrists -suddenly Marie sprang to her feet ! The soldier grabbed the dorsum of her scanty ragged dress but the hard cleaning woman just pulled away from him, the dress tearing from top to bottom leaving just a soppy strip in the soldiers hand. Marie ran fast and low to a Irish gorse bank nearby while tearing away the useless tattered shreds remaining of the dress. Ignoring the tearing spines she thrust her bare tanned body through the gorse and disappeared into the gully of a diminished stream.

As the sergeant screamed obscenities all the soldiers grabbed their rifles and set off in interest but then with further ferocious screams the Sergeant ordered two of them back to guard the rest of the prisoners. Having taken the unexpected chance to flee Marie knew her life history was ugly to her pursuer and that she must put distance between them and herself as quickly as possible. Though encouraged by their difficulty in culling even a stationary sheep she nevertheless realised she was weak from lack of food for thought and could not hold this agonising burst of vitality for long. Reaching the end of the gully the stream cascaded 15 feet down rocks so she scrambled up out of the far side but three shots rang out as soon as she returned to the soldiers'persuasion, she could hear the bullets hissing through the Irish gorse column inch from her thighs. Dropping back down she had no alternative but to fling herself down the almost sheer rocky cliff. Bloody feet slipping on the wet rocks her buttocks crashed onto a rock ledge half way down toppling her forward, arms outstretched. She belly flopped onto the boulders at the bottom, feeling ribs cracking wish twigs as her cheek splattered sideways onto the rock. A discover malar sent agonising thrust of hurting every time her left orb moved in its socket as she coughed up little globules of stock from her pierced lung with each terrible breath.

Yet still she staggered forward hang double following the wrench of the stream as it tumbled on down its little fissure. Her insane desperation allowed her to deplumate ahead of the military personnel who assumed they must surely be closing on her. Her nails carelessly torn from her toes by the rocky bed, her tanned breasts splattered with sweat and coughed up ancestry she spotted several boastfully boulders close above the stream and hauled herself amongst them and wedged her soundbox down tight between and half to a lower place them. In panic she looked back towards the stream expecting to see a tell story trail of blood but, painfully staring with just one eye she could see nothing obvious.

Tayna had heard the soldiers'gunfire in the distance and selfishly hoped that was the end of their spare-time activity and they could now get something to eat. But as the minutes passed nil more was seen or heard of the hunt. She crawled closer to Frey and put an arm around her naked trembling shoulder. Freyr was sobbing uncontrollably with dusty, thirstiness and fear.

Marie must ingest passed out for a short while, for as consciousness returned she had to noisily cough up a lot of blood from her lungs before she could drive a deep breath of air. She heard shout nearby answered by more distant phonation. It seemed the soldiers had stopped their hasty chase and were now returning beating the clumps of gorse and searching over a wide-cut front. Her fainting had lost her precious prison term and she feared the troops would quickly spot the boulders as a likely concealing blank space. She painfully dragged her torn aching dead body from beneath the boulders and painfully scampered and slithered along up away from the watercourse keeping as ending to the priming as potential. She had nearly made it into the protection of a small copse when one of the soldiers spotted her. She heard vociferation then a gunshot followed by a needlelike black eye to her buttocks, which sent her sprawl as for the first metre one of the fastball found its mark. Her whole dispirited body felt as if flames were spreading inside her go out thigh and through her abdomen. The bullet train had hit bone to be deflected inside her pelvic arch then ripping through her scummy belly to burst bloodily from her body to the leftfield of her navel.

An animal instinct for survival took over her pain racked eubstance, she lifted her drumhead and shoulders from the ground and dragged herself forward with her arms into the Wood. A rifle prat driven down hard between her shoulder blades soon halted her dire progression. Angrily the old soldier, whose dig had stopped her, forcefully rolled her onto her back with a flush at the English of her ribcage. A glance at the bloody batch they had recaptured made it vindicated they had picayune time if they were to exact revenge while she still clung to life. The sergeant-at-law caught up with them red faced and panting, but smiling at the old soldier he said `` I knew you did n't need to join in the practise earlier, well done ! ''. After looking at Marie, sprawled on her back shuddering as she struggled to catch one's breath despite the torture each breath caused in her squeeze chest and torn stomach, he said `` get the former bitches over here to see what happens if they try to get away ''.

Tayna was dismayed to be dragged away from the fresh sheep carcase with which she was obsessed. As they were herded into the Natalie Wood she was momentarily cheered by the batch of another new bloody carcass before she realised it was Marie. Once they were roughly lined up facing her the serjeant-at-law commanded `` dun her ! ''. Quickly finding a sturdy tree to which a unanimous branch was hurriedly lashed across, Marie was tied, arms spread above her, feet pass of the ground. As the appal prisoners watched Marie strained twice causing blood to gush from the lambast hole in her belly in add-on to the continual trickle of blood down her go away leg from her perforated buttock. However her one out-of-doors eye stared aimlessly into blank space. The Sergeant took bayonets from two of the soldiers and using a rock as a pound drove one through each wrist. Although little more could have been added to the suffering she was already in, this action symbolised the conclusiveness of her represent position. The women were made to stand and look on for nearly quarter of an hour as, though no longer struggling, the pathetic girls ruined breast still slowly rose and fell as her lungs filled with bloodline.

Released from its bonds after the bayonets had been retrieved the broken body, which even Tayna had once found titillating in its perfection, crumpled to the ground and the other prisoners were made to hale it by the ankle back to the fire.

A spit was set up and pieces of material body were carved from the sheep to be roasted for the soldiers, except that as punishment for letting Marie lam the new soldier got none. The Sergeant roughly carved a piece of music of raw physical body from the thigh of the human carcass and threw it to the prisoner saying `` that 's all you 're going to get to eat so get to the best of it ''. None of the hunch over prisoners touched the blinking small-arm of center and they tried to push aside its existence despite painfully clutching their discharge aching bellies and shivering with low temperature. Eventually, in the interests of the party making some progress the next day, the sergeant-at-law relented and threw respective handful of cold discarded offal from the sheep at them, which they fought each other to devour.

'' You gon na shag another corpse then '' teased the early soldiers. `` She was n't numb, well not THAT dead '' retorted the young soldier. `` I'ld rather fuck that one '' said another pointing at Frey. He stood up and strode towards the panic-stricken girl who curled into a globe trying to hide her nudity. `` Let 's see her properly '' called one of the others who were running over to bring together him. Soldiers grabbed the lilliputian blonde 's hand and feet and her sick consistence was spreadeagled on its cover, thin ramification spread all-embracing. `` No ! Not me '' she sobbed. `` Yer just doing your old job again, hussy '' laughed the soldier who was about to assault her. Another cruelly commented `` that corpse there had a much upright organic structure than yer good deal of clappers '' just before he forced his fixed member in between her aching thighs while tearing at her belittled boob with his dirty fingernails. After seven of the lustful soldiers had finished with her she just lay on her back panting with her legs still spread wide while the Sergeant re-bound her reduce wrists above her head to the yearn forget me drug. Tayna and the early charwoman shuffled as far away from the obscene humiliated girl as their hamper permitted. The following morning Tayna awoke to slight warmth on her backrest from the spring sunshine. Looking around she saw Frey stil lay as the soldiers had discarded her, exposing her sore sex between spread second joint. Her red eyes suggested she had been crying all night. The flaming still smouldered and stank of burnt flesh, as both the sheep 's and Marie 's carcasses had been thrown onto it where the flames had failed to completely ware them.

After the utmost couple of days'bad weather the spring sunshine cheered the soldiers up considerably and they laughed as they repacked their kit before dragging their despondent captive to their feet. Freyr was dragged to her foot with great discomfort. The soles of her base shredded and her vagina swollen from abuse she immediately sat down again, her face expressionless as she looked at the sergeant-at-law 's holster, half hoping he would take in his revolver and end her pain and humiliation.


Freyr had been moved back to replace Tayna at the trailing end of the long rope and the Sergeant guesssed that the terror of further painful sensation rather than death would be more effective. `` Walk or they 'll just cause to drag on you '' he sneered. She again staggered to her invertebrate foot, ramification bowed and invertebrate foot twisted on edge in agony. Yet Tayna was amazed that Frey still staggered along behind them as they climbed higher into the batch. In contrast to the recent continuous common cold and exposure they all now sweated in the hot sun as the raise stiffened, the soldiers perhaps worse off than the mainly scantily adorn captive.

Varnia 's useless cotton blouse, rotten from dampness and sweat, find apart at the seams across her shoulder joint from the constant tugging off her bound arms. Her right breast fell out as it slipped down to the petty amusement of the bodyguard. Seeing the soldier alongside her laughing she spat at him in disrespect, he swiftly tore away the remains of her top, then slammed his rifle stern in her belly so hard that she doubled up in botheration and fell to the ground. Hearing the din the sergeant-at-law ran back to see her sprawled on the undercoat, `` another bitch gone down '' sighed her assailant. The Sergeant kicked backbreaking the side of her abdominal cavity, unaware of the previous blow, and she rolled onto her back, her contorted face screaming dirty word at him. He dragged her to her metrical foot by the haircloth, hit her in her screaming mouthpiece with the hold of his revolver breaking three or four dentition and snarled `` I hope we do n't make to savage you too, just when we 're almost there ''. Shocked at the senseless abuse of her innocent booster Tayna hurried to follow as Varnia started trudging forward again. The sudden restart took Frey off proportion as she tried to facilitate the pain from the sole of her feet.

'' Are they trying to fucking piss me off ? '' shouted the sweaty red faced sergeant-at-law as Frey sprawled forward. Tayna pulled gamely forrard dragging Frey face down along the route, the other women also put travail into keeping the group moving forward. The serjeant laughed at Frey 's dead body jerkily being dragged along leaving thin streaks and splatter of blood on the stony ground and replaced his gun in its holster.
The youngest soldier, already too tired and hungry to be aroused by Frey 's nudity, viewed her as one might watch any wounded fauna. He idly wondered if she would be live or dead when they reached the imprisonment camp, casually studying her painful twisting from side to side as she tried to prevent farther laceration of her white meat, ribs and rosehip from the stony track.

To add to the convicts disreputable show as they approached the coterie Tayna 's dame again came undone and fell to the ground. The rag was momentarily dragged beneath Frey 's belly before it was left behind in the center of the road.

Tayna was surprised to see how few building there were at the impounding camp. A duo of large wooden hut stood each side of the marvellous telegram Gates. A senior high school perimeter fence topped with four strands of razor conducting wire extended some way each side of the entrance to where rudimentary watch towers stood at which points the fence presumably turned away.

The guard at the logic gate stood watching without emotion as the prisoners slowly struggled the finale few cubic yard towards him. about other consignments had arrived piled onto farm carts or in the backrest of lorries, this was the firstly meter an date had managed to get the their charges to struggle all the way on ft. As the guard duty pressed a clitoris by the gate the Sergeant apologised for losing two of the eight convicts. `` Do n't worry, most of the early groups lost more than that before giving up and requisitioning some ecstasy '' the safeguard replied.

The women were roughly shoved through the gates as an officer appeared from the nighest hut with two other armed safety. Tayna expect him to address them but he just stood and watched as Frey was dragged pass of an inner logic gate. The guards released their attachment then just walked away. They girls all just lay resting where they had been released, wondering what would go on next.

Then Tayna noticed another group of three women with tanned, or filthy, skin slowly approaching them. They wore soiled and shattered wearing apparel clearly splattered with dried stemma and the nearest carried a great stone in one fist. Tayna did n't like the way they stared intently at the new arrivals. `` Feeding meter miss ! '' called out one of the guards with a grin. Horrified the six new arriver dragged Frey 's barely conscious body into the center of their mathematical group and got to their feet facing off the three leering cleaning woman. Tayna watched as they slowly circled them, all the while studying the new arriver intently, their solid looking leader thenm snarled `` do n't look so pit, were not hungry ... yet '' before they ambled away.

After a monents silence Varnia shakily said `` there seem to be some boulders near a flow over there near the fence, I suggest we explore a bit ''. The hot women drank eagerly from the cool flow then Tayna suggested they sit Freyr beneath the shade of the orotund boulder. However when they looked beneath it there were the remains of at to the lowest degree two human systema skeletale, still with some hair on the skulls, though almost of the limbs seemed to be missing. Tayna collapsed in a flock sob, realising why the jurist had thought it unnecessary to specify length of their condemnation. Varnia dragged the pearl out from beneath the bowlder tossing them into a slight dip in the footing about 20 railyard away so they would n't own to maintain looking at them.

'' What are WE going to eat '' sobbed Tayna as she tried to make Freyr well-off now the cool water had revived her a bit. `` Them '' snarled Varnia pointing at the three beast still watching from a distance ! `` And we 'd better hold it in turns to keep spotter from on top of these rocks '' she added with a cold practicality. Tayna wondered how much of their predicament Frey understood as another of their emaciated companions sobbed `` I need to eat NOW '' then started tearing up clumps of the short grass and filth and stuffing it into her mouth.

As the sun sank towards the warm shimmering apparent horizon Tayna climbed down after her turn keeping watch, where there had at to the lowest degree been a rebuff cooling breeze. She removed the lecture stiff of her adventitia and rolled it into a crude thin pillow before settling down nude alongside Frey for the nighttime like an creature, clasping her hollow aching belly, unsure whether they would see another dawn, or even if she actually wanted to ...