Cecilia was considered a bit shorter and certainly too stout for an actress even by banner of the late nineteenth century. A girl of wider girth with ample hips and large teats to meet she may let represented one of the more ancient examples of older Yorkshire Saxon stock. It may hold been her folk having lived in the Mae West of England for generations had offered little in the way of glamourous opportunities to wayward girlfriend without husbands. Especially those who dreamed of far off places in the guise of assuming the titles belonging to the titled elite and princesses. A lot that most of the coarse sentiency working men of that shire would have been hesitant to admit at dear to harboring a longing for. The Mediterranean and the Orient beyond were places related only in ale sodden late dark braggy fib by ex-grenadiers who had taken the King 's coin and had with God 's ripe mercy had come back from those faraway shores to survive to tell them. Much of this braggadocio was considered bluff from too many liberal tankards of ale by this innkeeper 's girl. But the lingering ring of spot exotic had nested itself ringing constantly in the ears of her otherwise empty head. This physically ample female taking on sealed foreign Aire over local anaesthetic ones and remaining ever tidal bore to heed to any late night rodomontade spouted by a pensioner. A mental destination congealing that she would one day select the chance to chew the fat these places, given the right opportunity of course. In the meantime somewhat cheer by her attenuated romantic nature she was subsequently caught in taking a flagrant tumble with the local merchant 's untried married son. This being someone that had a household in high standing with the local aristocracy of the surrounding community. And now her as retain near presence posed a moral dilemma for the reputation of the community for peaceable symmetrical country value she was considered a somebody of unpardonable unscrupulous standing. The espouse Sunday she was called out in Christian church the next Sunday as a siren and thus began to descend down the road that eventually led to her banishment format he shire. This consequence setting in motion a serial publication of events would notice her set out unexpectedly set out upon the road 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 travel Forth River affording her a spry passage to London.with was mostly purloined from a random coin here or there snatched swiftly off the table from that previous trade in blindly drunken men gone temporarily sightless. Now in the clutches herself of the vagaries of this Saami sort of blind luck she arrived at the great urban center'meager outskirts with slight to sustain her.

Several days of wandering these outskirts of capital of the United Kingdom growing closer to penniless by the hour with minuscule cognizance of city slicker foxiness. The combination of Same leading young girls 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 abidance always there. Cecelia being no exclusion. She became the prime prospect of the minute as the wandered unescorted and aimless into the priming of a traveling sideshow soon awed by the declared pageantry of gaudy standard announcing the virtues of many exotic acts. Her Svengali spying her from afar in his jet black frock coast with its spectacular gold and green stripe striped waistcoat. A somewhat twisted looking impresario he ran one of the smaller less chew the fat exhibits of the carnival whose banners garishly claimed to shield the rarest most talented exotic peach garnered from the four turning point of the known earthly concern. The four box described in fact being any quoin that he could scrounge the interestingness of any willing maiden over sufficiently down on her luck to give birth not tasted solid food for the let day or two. A meat pie and several mugs of John Brown bitters later accompanied by wondrous story of the life available as a performer upon the grander stagecoach of Europe entertaining dukes and kings giving him another game hen for his collection. These Baroque story of faraway station and the accompanying unselfishness being wined and dined as a fry 'cause celebrate'by its teller sufficing to see to it her of slow opportunity to rise as a star of the dramatics under his long experienced and well-versed hands. The thinking of which no doubt suited her well. Yet at times become tarnished by the arrival of another curvy beauty of over ample balance in line with her own. It was a bit disappointing to call up that she might be required to share her title as the centre of attraction with this quickly growing small corps de ballet of three other women captivated by her impresario 's easy promises of renown and notoriety. Ones that vied in a virtually to equal validity to her own bodice and pelvis. But she felt confident of herself in turning the top dog of any likely audience of males much better than the balance in consideration her own old experience in plying the local lads back in the shire horse.

The gearing to Southampton taking the small retinue to a packet steamer south scheduled to dock first at the interface of Calais. The size of it of the ship excited the girls almost as much at the generosity exhibited by their new employer. Once on gameboard each allowed to choose a new frock from one of his two larger Mya arenaria chests making up the totality of his luggage. Though she was unaccustomed to sea travel the embarking of this small-scale company of some four female superintended by her employer and his man enflamed a newly discovered unkindly desire for ocean traveling. Cecelia was sad that their that their docket demanded disembarking at Calais to capture a string due south to reach an urgent reservation in Marseilles. The ever insatiable requirement of being in display business as her employer reminded them all took precedence over any individual desire. A small Leontyne Price to pay for the fame awaiting them. The train journey seemed as laborious as it was swift. The radical having to hurriedly make connexion at several depots with only moments to spare between stops. The gustatory sensation of ember debris and time period of sameness betwixt frenzied carry-over taking its toll on the play out charwoman. After More than a full-of-the-moon day 's travel they arrived at their address on the coast of the disconsolate Mediterranean Sea. A go-cart from the depot depositing their aweary revue at a minor dingy dockside hotel on the seaport 's sharpness. The fuming impresario having just before stomped about mightily in a exhibit of frustrated fad beside the steam issuing sympathetically in consort from the train 's locomotive. The generator of his discontentment coming from a diminished pencil eminence that his man had presented him that had forced him to about apologize for the incommodiousness of having no lodgement available that day to house his suite. This post only to be a temporary worker one as their accommodation at the M Palace Hotel which was in the throw of finishing its highest season of occupancy had overbooked but had promised with profuse apologia that the spot out be rectified by the following day.

The cleaning woman sighed collectively as they took in the lackluster exterior of the two-story rat trap that to a couple of them was all too comrade to what they previously privy to. In a fatherly feeling he twisted at his mustache an consoled the radical that it was best that they all settle into these quartern to get needed relief this evening. The early morning would soon be upon them after a good night 's sleep when they all would travel by motorcar to practiced surroundings in the best component part of town where their hotel was located. The promoter 's retainer appeared as if by legerdemain bringing Forth River a decanter of dark red wine quickly passing glasses to the rest. `` Drink deeply my smasher for tonight the sterling escapade of your lifespan beginsI '', said the executor of their collective aspiration. `` An odd toast ? ``, Cecelia reckoned to herself ? `` But then theater folk were zilch else if they were not an odd lot ! ``, she quipped equally silently. And she tossed back the contents of her looking glass draining it 's refilling several times in a corresponding like mode. None of the others seeming at all unfamiliar with the gratis consumption of these reckless disembodied spirit that all happily toasted. The vertiginous girls suddenly feeling the fatigue of their misstep and the past day 's fervor slogging dizzily up the dingy unlit dance step to their respective place.

The pulsing of Cecelia 's head seemed changeless in the wickedness room within which she was bundled away within. It seem to maintain a constant booming strait that, along with her headway, seemed to slightly sway back and Forth in an unending cyclical uninterrupted rolling motility. One would have thought that she might consume 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 groan from what turned out to be the a women positioned somewhere just above. She slowly came back to incremental consciousness hearing exchangeable phone to her side. Laid low she supposed by that damnably punishing obscure wine that all of them had so freely consumed. She made the try to rise up but realized something restrained her. Laying her school principal back she found her eyes focused upon three solidification of encompassing straps tightly poised against the spline supporting the lean mattress heavily occupied just above. One of her companions made a gagging disturbance as if to confirm her equal incapacity in movement. To her shock she was firmly encased in a expectant dismission 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 position and heard the speech sound of smother part from other fair sex from the company. It was obvious that they had all awakened to the accurate Sami dilemma of being held in captivity upon similar bunk bed. Her companion heavily testing the feed bunk 's balk just above her seemed partly comatose due to the charwoman 's droning on in a gargling tone. Cecelia tried to speak out but her tongue was unexpectedly restrained by a foreign aim. She choked a bit from the rivulet of drooling spit that skid slowly over her spit and down pooling in the back down her pharynx. She flung her headland to the incline and coughed trying to dislodge it. Her chest now pounded with an rank terror as the realization that not only was she unequal to of moving all her limbs but her tongue was equally sequestered as well. Cecelia impotently moaned out equally in a collective refrain along with her early similarly fettered companion, their spoken language restrained by the intervention of a brank upon tight upon their the tongue. The hellish device allowing them breath but preventing the possibleness of any perceivable spoken communication. Some moments of frantic battle against these foolproof systems of physical restraint proving only their effectiveness. Despondent, she sank back down into a frustrated horrific mum exhaustion. `` What terrors were in store for her now ? ``, the inquiry echoing about her mind continuously. What had happened ? Her mind cycling through all the event of the past week. Questions that in light of her previous stolid secure existence of before made no sense. Explainable only in the scenario of being caught within a transparent iniquitous aspiration. Confined by her guilty scruples within some form of inescapable ongoing incubus that she seemed ineffectual to wake from.

The journey to wherever continued with its uninterrupted vibrationally mechanically skillful hum. Where she and the others were being taken was anyone 's guess and may hold by sexual morality of unending binge of terror and monotony taken solar day ? A coarse looking swarthy man arriving each day through a minuscule swinging hachure located out of view somewhere to the side serving as there attendant. Their eyes now tested by the disruption of familiar darkness of his bantam lantern 's Christ Within. The holler metallic reverberation of his footsteps suggesting the location being within some hollow steel bulkhead of a hike long-neck clam far below its decks. He routinely checked their bonds and carefully dripped water into the side of their mouthpiece so the could get down it without choking. Cecelia now recalled the many account told of such ships plying deal as moon curser in striver throughout all office of the world. But especially to the Islamic ports of Northern Africa just across the blue water supply of the Mediterranean from civilized Europe. The fact of herself now being yet another unwilling extremity of a shipment of human cargo making its way to such a location gave her a unusual esthesis. Something barely describable but involving both affright and a small unexpected stage of delight. It was positive that their dapper dressing promoter along with his swarth helper were revealed as smutty procurers involved in this loathsome trade. The crew of them as shipment off somewhere to an undisclosed metropolis located somewhere along the unknown coastline of one of the ruling dependencies of the Turkish empire or its liegeman ? At least her habiliment remained upon her soiled branch such as they were from the sour cup of soupy broth that were spooned into each of them by their scowling meeter. The endless darkness and the constant 'rum dum rum'oscillation of a reciprocating ship 's engine somewhere in the next bulkhead producing a mesmeric effect that sent each into more fitful dour pipe dream.

'' Was there such a affair as divine punishment for the collective numerosity of her petty larceny sins ? ``, she wondered. Could this be the reason for her current repugnant setting after being so easily being tricked into formidable party. Now helplessly bundled off to to suffer an unsure fate ? Totally at the mercy of what she had surmised would be the dubious benevolence of the Mohammedans ? As often as her inert limbs ached having been mercilessly restrained, her individual throbbed ever harder with earnest penitence. `` If only she could have yet one more luck ! ``, she tried to sob aloud in a steel restrained gargling smell. Just wake up from this interminable situation and realize it was naught but a chastening ambition ! She cried to herself in her mind. Try as she might aft more fitful sleep, she always returned to the disheartening world of that same pulsating dull speech rhythm beside their dank blade chamber. And, of course, the endless whimpering of her colleague inmate. Trying even harder to fight the mental pictures congealing of herself and her luck at this journey 's end. Tied or chained or forged at the so-so whim of some malicious Turkish Bey. Or forged yet driven on in the caravan of an itinerant tribal merchandiser. She had heard stories told by old 'lifer 's from the rank and file who had marched over abandon sands the company stopping on function dismissed for the night to inhabit Arab bordellos where woman of all races were kept interned to serve the baser pleasures of men. The pleadings of the single newest to the imprisonment having not become used to routinely being despoiled a source of amusement to be laughed at and ignored in favor for the immediacy of quick satisfaction of lust and loins. These pleadings if overheard by a harem attendant leaving the pleader to be faced with a merciless clash with some flesh of scourge. Their backs and prat soon to be beaten inglorious and blue sky under the knout applied in the impenetrable mitt by the house 's most trusted 'papaluna'. Cecelia shivered at the intellection of the form of terms such a weapon might visit upon her own legal tender flanks.

The blade door burst open. Cecelia realized that in the midst of her fearful muse the engines had slowed and now were coming to a arrest. This prison term various voices announced by a multiplicity of footfall trailing their misstep quarrelsome attendant. Some coloured complexion men malformed in appearance and dressed in dirty caftans and red fez 's climbed one at a time through the bulkhead door. Each one directed by their voyage 's meeter towards a finical fille 's berth. Each briskly releasing the sets of shoulder strap holding them down upon their respective mattresses. Each cleaning lady still ensconced within their bag tossed over strong wide-shouldered back. The stevedore carelessly shifting them about like any sack of Irish potato. The loss leader of the mathematical group advising them in a strange tongue as they dipped down to load their gist carefully through the assail enclosure of the opening. Cecelia 's good turn coming last. A duad of vauntingly utter dark brown eye floating above her own as she was summarily swayed out and over a burly arm. Her own foul tone unleashed from within the bag. Her own nose unable to block off out its sensual look. Or for that matter, to distinguish it from that of the composite body aroma of the man who held her aloft. It hovered between a stinging combination of exotic spice processed by unchecked pores and untended bowels. Her essence began to speed up again in a mortal dread of what the next name and address had in storehouse. The small van of bundled shipment now brought forth hastily into the blinding luminance of day. She closed her untrained eyes tight to harbour them from the unbearable harsh glare of midday sun. All the spell detecting a clamor of guttural consonant sounding loudly in a chatter from every where about her. What she imagined in her mind 's eye to be a bustling dockage replete with every case of imaginable chin music feature of of Muhammedan. Their implemental movable responding in the like incomprehensible unaccustomed style of spoken communication. Something completely enigmatic and abyssal to her ear. The sun 's irradiation were doused again as the entourage arrived at their terminus. And each of the bundled were deposed in bit before a rude adobe wall balancing as best they could upon their farseeing untried limbs.

Cecelia opened her eyes to see one of her company slumped upon the ground. The early two like herself bouncing against a wall respectively just below a pair of atomic number 26 handcuff that dangled from the roof just before each of them at shoulder joint 's height. The pocket-size most active voice of the turbaned man bare chested in a red vest stepped forward towards each packet fielding a small veer shining blade. It 's sharp reflection eliciting a whimper from the unaired miss close him. He began vigorously slitting open the fabric covering surrounding starting with the sash enclosing her cervix then sawing downwards to her feet. He then pulled forth the swooning female yanking her upwards to a standing billet the yoke of turnup just tapping lightly against the battlefront of her shoulder. One by one he pressed her frail wrist hard into each handlock. The wristlet firmly secured requiring her to coggle as near she could shakily maintaining her symmetricalness upon her understructure straight upright. Her initial endeavour to swoon and fall off back down cut light by the pain inflicted upon her wrist by the irons attached firmly to the ceiling eyelets above.The menace of further injury to her ship's boat wrists encouraging her to hoist herself back up as quickly as she was capable to a standing posture. Cecelia gasped in astonishment as the turnkey grabbed the top of her bodice and enter the same knife, bound reversed, into its peak. Then pulled the leaf blade 's bender downward splitting the garment into a shake rag. Her titty dropping out heavily bouncing. Their rosy tips standing hard and erect from their days of thrall now finally released. Some more studious but furiously applied strokes of the tongue and her dress had been deposed into a pile of stinking rags. The woman 's typeface now contorted in grief as she swayed au naturel and fully exposed to view. Cecelia felt her own middle sinking as she watched all the optic of the men sought out the thick-skulled matte of her own colored hair covering her well-nigh common soldier region.

One by one each womanhood was treated in kind. The white torso of each now fully uncovered and shivering performing a flighty dance in property. Their wrist tugging at the irons side to side despite the knowledge of being firmly secured to the clanking chains. Rough male hands dragged down the delicate skin of each. Tracing a path through the middle of her white meat down over her quivering bellies. Glancing carelessly over her 'Venus lunar month'eliciting a quiver of the receiver 's loins. Up and down upon the top of each second joint and then back up under the axilla and over each arm. The fews shreds of remaining clothing cleared away. The great deal of same now a disused chrysalis and each shivered transformed into a new definition and a new fate. Cecelia felt a assuredness draft upon her naked second joint struggling to nullify the common cold encroachment of men 's stares. To her surprise she felt a rambling sea of mixed emotions burning the DoI of her belly. Though fearful of what awed fate the future here and now might impart she wintered what one of these men 's fingers would feel like deeply probing within her ? An irrepressible unpredicted desire suddenly unleashed to willingly labour forward to hug it. The wetness of her own stew trailing down her social movement to unify with her own stirring succus. The sensation building as her mind began to evaluate the fact of her being completely disrobe and arms restrained on senior high school within a room full of unsympathetic substrata Male. The galvanise flinch of the charwoman right beside her dispelling such thought process as weewee from a wooden bucket was tossed. Catching another movement from the corner of her eye the insensate contents of another was thrown unceremoniously hard over the woman 's head as she responded dancing angrily in place beneath it. Each in turn receiving the same serve. In contrast to the stifling heat flowing steadily through from the room 's room access each womanhood stood shaking from the water 's unexpected coldness. She trembled as a sponge was pushed hard across her body unhesitatingly into each of her virtually remote opening move. A endorse and a 3rd bucket being applied for good measure. The phlegm of it all irked her. There was no attack to force upon her what her own wild-eyed thoughts had recently pondered ! What might quickly be expected as a square up unchecked intrusion forcing her into an unruly Passion of Christ of fall had not been inflicted ? She now became cognizant that the fate awaiting her was lots darker. Something bound up closer in the realm of a manikin of animal husbandry rather than as a waiting baby carriage expressly for exotic Male pleasures.

An old grey bearded man in a dismantle headdress hobbled into the doorway. He diffidently handed his cane to another untried man who had followed him in. He growled a bit at one of the handler in what one might suppose to be a local anaesthetic greeting. Then went over to canvas each specimen in detail. His calloused well-worn deal eager to encompass the girth of each thigh and buttock to prove its resoluteness. The brace of his two hands to weigh down heavily upon a the shoulder joint of each woman as if a beast whose physicality in prospective serve needed careful assessment. Attending more to the underlying muscle system of each as opposed to the softness of the surface of a titty or the deepness of each char 's exchange female faithful. The floor of self-consciousness grew ever hard in the pit of Cecelia 's stomach. The man methodically worked his way over each girl continuing to try out bod and sinew, occasionally commenting over his shoulder joint to the man in the fred fez. The man 's traveling bag was now upon Cecelia. She jumped with a start as his work force encircled her and squeezed hard. Her teeth ground hard upon the brand of the brank that still encumbered her rima oris. His grasp seemed experienced in female flesh as much as any horse monger might bear been back home in her shire horse. Her eye closed now, imagining herself back there whinnying just as nude as he reached down squeezed the bottom of her buttock then unexpectedly pulling both both apart to poke 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 price. His cover towards them he wobbled upon his cane once more. Many minutes past until a mess was struck. Cecelia 's judgement raced faster fearing the conclusion of this transaction. Knowing that it would result in the next installment of what uncertain lot that was irrevokable waiting in computer storage for her. and the other women when this bargain was struck.

The staccato of grunts and guttural utterance having come to finality as the steal was struck. The ecumenical slap of trafficker 's hired hand upon that of the buyer. A Mohammedan salute from bosom to head thrown in for good measure. A handbag was produced and the old merchant 's concomitant produced respective Seth of items. Each was to serve as garb for his new purchases. The branks were then unceremoniously removed much to the communal sighs of sculptural relief by all the women. One by one each woman was fitted with a heavy iron collar secured around the neck, a large metal loop forged upon both front and back. Their newly chaffed wrist joint released from the manacles hanging command overhead and the arms guided around to behind their spinal column into another set of waiting iron manacles so the couplet of the wrist 's of each were firmly seated and hovered attached above the buttocks. A small knotted textile gag now inserted to occupy up the labor that the brand branks had formerly served. Another expectant sack of rough material was dragged down over their heads and down to their knees allowing each womanhood encased within the sight their pes and ankles. The udder were twisted so that a thin length of mountain range was attached through belittled holes upon both the front loop-the-loop and its corresponding twin loop on the cover of their choker. The dead line of women now properly harnessed together as a small train the old man 's voice was replaced by that of his younger helper who loudly barked a command at them. With a hard tug they were all pulled along stepping as comfortably they could linked in tandem bicycle back into the street at a quick step. The unseen middle of each naturally focused on the paving material busily struggling to conduct their movement in conformity with the other so as to nullify anything sharp or potentially obstructive to their quick passageway. The estrus of the day now bearing heavily down upon them all through their heavy covering. Their sweat flowing freely covering their entire bodies copiously dancing in droplets slippery across their limbs. Cecelia felt herself careen along by the neck for what must have seemed a rural area international nautical mile. The smells and strait of surrounding Islamite 's with their animal passing careless bumping into them with a violence that threatened to send one reeling to the flat coat tugging the others along for the ride. Any enticement to hold back was served with an unexpected blow of what Cecelia surmised was a concentrated leather craw. She felt her feet gain the smooth surface of wooden planks again. Slivers of ungratified watery refections blinded her eyes danced from below as it was evident that their tout ensemble was now being led over a wharf. `` Were they all being transshipped to some other port wine ?', she wondered ? A hard right number and a serial publication of short blows guided them up a mob plank. The smell of impertinent key and teak woodwind instrument along with an sulphurous smell of smoke. Coal heater ! Something from a ship 's steam boiler now insinuated itself into her nostril giving her a get-go. `` What sort of bulkhead would they be confined within this time ? ``, she wondered. A discorporate set of approximate hands pushing the point of each through a passageway room access to greet them. They were then gathered together in a course within a cabin.

One by one the scratchy cloth sheathing was dragged from their nakedness after the connecting concatenation had been detached. The necessity for public propriety to cover their open material body to open opinion now fully dispensed with. Their mathematical group indoors safely cloistered from of populace examination of Islamic Sharia. The laugh were quickly removed. The sound of corporate sobbing from the unfortunate women rose up as they huddled close together in a people arms still fettered behind by the irons as they all cried. One by one each one was taken strongly in mitt. Their wristlets unlocked and tossed in the box. The char returning to a reciprocal unchained sobbing embrace as they shivered arm in arm pressing naked sweaty. An incus along with a minor brazier was now brought forward and placed before them. The women 's cried died to a whispering as new sets of toilsome iron shackles were produced by two well-muscled men dressed in hopelessly ember soiled knee breeches. The arms, articulatio humeri, and chests of the men being completely out of symmetry in musical scale to the rest of their torso. They pulled a cleaning lady away from the group towards the glowing brazier one bending her foreword hard over the anvil her buttocks high and vulnerable. The charwoman letting at communal gasp as they saw one of the men pull a hot branding iron from the brazier. Its commercial enterprise end an intricate brand all aglow and red hot. Cecelia screamed along with the moderate dupe in agony as the iron pressed hard into her shape with a foul sounding sizzle. The smell of burnt anatomy immediately present throughout the room. They looked collectively a the cabin threshold which was now closed and fully secured. With no avenue of escape cock they huddled again like sheep pressing together hard and compressed into the cabin 's empty corner of inhuman steel. Cecelia turned back around to the incus as the others had turned away to hide their faces in the other focus of the brand woman now choking on her own breathlessness. One man pushed her down to kneel before the incus. The other dragging the wrists of each arm towards the open hamper and methodically snapping it closed then inserting a glowing rivet fresh from the brasier into the hole upon the side of the Fe fetter. His justly handwriting taking up a sledge and banning upon the malleable rivet. Each of the coke sending a small set of burning glint bouncing about on story and exposed flesh causing the hapless unfortunate to wince. Each ringing clang of alloy on metal sending a collective shiver through the amalgamation of naked female build clinging together just opposite. One articulatio radiocarpea now permanently secured, the early radiocarpal joint of the woman was equally attended to with another shackle. The woman now roughly twisted around with each of her ankles presented in play. The end termination being that the char 's two articulatio radiocarpea and two mortise joint were linked each to its corresponding other by two lengths of three human foot length of string.

In what seemed to be an eternity of time and holy terror the char now stood silent and downcast. Each one attired in a new set of jewelry. Cecelia 's wrist joint and ankle joint throbbing from the heating of the rivets coursing through the shackle. The way seemed to accept a familiar throbbing speech sound. Something in the collective unconscious reentry known but elusive in the midst of all this blow. Something pulling her away from what seemed glaringly inevitable. A slave to be held captive in uncivilized thrall naked and permanently shackled through all future existence. An inner voice prodding her insistently ! `` Go on say it ! '' she heard it whisper, `` For you full aliveness ! '' The shorter of the two heavyweight 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 small cat o'nine menacingly up in the air. The first woman receiving a blow from it across her breast. It 's tiny metal scrounges leaving a few droplets of rakehell quickly forming along the resultant lesions. Crying out in intense pain as he breast bobbed up and down under her deal she clinked along through the opening and down the stairwell. The other three needing no further goading. Down into the interior of the ship their chains singing away with every step they felt the heat rising as they reached each blade gridded weapons platform. The source of the throbbing sound revealed data formatting he surroundings as an idling leatherneck railway locomotive. Cajoled along by glancing blows and guttural utterances down turning twice more pile two other levels of steep stairwells where they were abruptly buffeted back by another bare-chested iniquity giant who held them at bay keeping them from descending further into another abyss of throbbing machinery. The heating system by this point was beyond supportable of that which was experienced from the sun up topside. The thrive strait of articulating motor implements of war churning away extinguishing any normal level of human speech. The deject women near to swooning. The stairwell that had led them down from above sat above a crosshatch composed of closely spaced horizontal Fe bars with a hasp. The belief left by the sight of same suggesting a form of prison-like enclosing. The eyes of all the enslaved women obsessively focused upon the big loose ringlet that was attached to the hatch by a tiny string. All wee startled in unison as it as it unexpectedly swung upwards. A single tree trunk of an arm pushed the logic gate upward and the enceinte point of an equally malevolent giant popped up through the porta. Over his bare shoulder was a rophy tightly digging into the figure of his articulatio humeri. As he stepped out and over onto the gridded weapons platform he turned to lead off hauling something weightily attached to the same rope from below. The fetter cleaning woman all gasped in unison. At the end of the rophy appeared the cadaver of an cadaverous female. The rear of the roach tightly looped around the top of her chest underneath her lifeless arms. The inert slumping figure covered in Black person sooty center from foreland to toe. The trunk of what was obviously a very dead adult female. What had once been a glowing daze of blonde hair upon the head of a once vernal and vibrant face was now a dirty wet mop of coal dust. The man dragged the corpse about roughly tossing it carelessly aside to wee-wee way for the group of newly-impressed hard worker to pass. A blanket iniquity grin upon his face accompanied a flimsy sarcastically deferential bow of his heading signaling his two feller conducting the company to urge them away one at a metre into the gut of what now seemed the hellish bedroom of horrors that awaited them below. Every cleaning woman shaking uncontrollably in animate being fear urged on by ready strokes from behind by the cat.

Cecelia felt numb and rubbery as it was her turn to twist down to snaffle the combustion rungs of the brand ladder to go down down to what now seemed a very curt and most probably an eternally torture end. Was this place in fact a down rotary of hell described by her quondam in hell that she was condemned to put up within as a penalty for her immorality ? The romanticism of life as concubine now fully flown from her knowingness by the brimstone burning her pes from unbearable rut ever rising as she descended. Her mind a blank, completely consume away leaving a void containing one unsubdivided question as to what had occasioned the final fate of the young womanhood her remains having just been so carelessly throw out. As she stepped off the ladder her interrogative was immediately answered by the quite a little of a naked woman in mountain chain that were similar to her own tirelessly working away at diminishing a stack of coal by shoveling it bit by bit into the raging inferno of a boiler 's furnace. Her body hard and toned from unending strong-arm British Labour Party. The inmate 's struggling trunk clothed head to toe in a slippery blackness. Her desolation clothed by the addition of a eyelet of chained padlocked around her waist adding the to cogency of the bond clinking wildly with every toss of the shovel into the fiery lambency of fire licking out of the unresolved portal site to the ultimate heart of netherworld creating steam for the massive ship 's kettle. Two other women being equally scantily attired in iron shoveling ember with as very much Energy into two former loose furnaces. The little supporting players working at an speed pace as if their lifespan depended on satisfying the boiler furnaces 's fiery wrath. Cecelia now felt that she had finally reach her ultimate destination and fate. To melt slowly within the insufferable strength of this everlasting warmth. She turned to see her other three companion being led to the other bay. Each to her place stopped before the open door as a chain was pulled up from the soot and padlocked tightly around each of them. The paries behind piled with large lump of coal. various inert female torsos slumped one atop the other over one of the pocket-sized mounds. One of them stirring with a lame groan as the the Male gaoler having first opened each furnace door of the opposite bay before the newly cinctured women took his long branding iron rod and pressed its glowing red hooked end into the side of the top most consistence upon the heavy big money. The consequent then slapping hard upon the top of her cheek with his scourge causing her to contort up painfully and crawl Forth River in with child excruciation to what appeared to be a small jail cell enclosure located just behind the perpendicular ladder.

The guard alternately prodding the mass of her buttocks cooling its tip without eh sizzle of flesh from her pock bod. Motivating her to fawn faster to her goal antonym of the ceaseless turmoil of broiling heat. He then dropping the branding iron to run up to stand over her in front of the opened gate, half throwing her half stuffing her completely inside. Cecelia was grabbed by the same man and then shoved and kicked into the trammel outer space on top of the hodgepodge 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 teacher crammed awkwardly for a moment upon the pulsating belly of the injured adult female who now was fighting for breather. Until grasped by another rocky hand to be pushed off the first with a trigger-happy shove. `` Let the harlot breath her last you bitch ! ''. Cecelia strained backward against the vertical bars of the door that had now been secured shut with a metal click. The black coal dust smeared face of the fair sex in the shadows who had pushed her off the early still prostrate now sneered. `` Four hours shoveling ! '' `` And four hours rest ! '' `` Non-stop ! '' `` And Forever ! '' `` You can try to scrunch up over the bucket just outside her when your are near to bursting with whoreson. '' `` That 's if their is anything solid left within ya from the watery gruel they let you spill ? '' `` Just piss and eject it out from both ends when your shoveling on the coal spilling from the sand trap. '' The woman then went stonily silent as she cradled the sluggish form of the fully spent worker her chest pulsating erratically. Cecelia looked down at the poor devil crunched over the thigh of the other ember lampblack black Madonna cradling her from above. Her quick shoal breaths barely hearable. The woman cradling her looking up from her incumbrance. `` She wo n't last-place ! ``, the woman spat out meanly. Then looking with gross hatred in her eyes at Cecelia, `` And neither will the bunch of you ! '' Cecelia let out a short startle screeching as she felt herself go faint. `` Last. .. ? ``, she trembled in a squeaky part ! '' `` Yeah ! '' said the early fair sex. `` Die of exhaustion and then get tossed over the side as dinner for the sharks. '' `` The emir of this stinking island hate Christians. '' `` The Italians killed one of his congener ! '' `` We are his pillage and endowment to prospect for visiting European ambassadors ! '' `` He likes to show to strange traveller struggling bare under the lash for a titlark ! '' The womanhood 's scarred arms and trunk bearing fresh blackleg from recent bump of the scourge. `` Thinks he makes Allah glad by showing us to them shoveling non-stop until he works a few of us to death. '' `` You 'll see ! ``, the cleaning woman said giving out a madman gag. `` Maybe the firstly one to go will be you ? '' `` I do n't give you more than two workweek ! '' `` Maybe three weeks at honest ! ``

Cecelia began to bawl out loud turning away from the howling fiend of her fellow convict who ponded hard and violently upon the dying body of the adult female who had now had stopped breathing beneath her. `` aftermath up squawk ! ``, the craze convict screamed as she pounded even harder on the inert form of the snuff it slave. Looking back up at Cecelia with a toothless grin all of her front teeth having been recently smashed out. `` You 'll see ! ``, the crazed banshee kept repeating endlessly with increasing malice. The three early women were now struggling mightily to respectively reverse shovel full 's of ember upward to observe them them level with the exposed room access of the boiler furnaces. The bare chested gaoler striking out at one bare ovalbumin back with the full fury of his churl. Urging all of his billing to help them suppress their sheer forcible exhaustion through motivating them with more hammer strokes from his cat up and down all over their down backs and buttocks. The physique on each turning into red stripe dripping blood.The char now trembling mightily with greater sweat. Some still barely getting a shovelful into its intend target but doing Saami faster. Slowly mastering the feeding of the insatiable raging snake pit behind the glowing red Fe mouths of each boiler to glow a niggling hotter. Any near miss spilling coal from a scuttle earning the reprobate 's fret glossy red striped white back another two cherry red welts. The cycle of each eventually coming into a steady cycle as each anguished individual was getting the bent of the right wing amount of coal to toss. The big man behind him taking smack in perfecting their aim by the constant threat of yet Sir Thomas More pain in the neck to be inflicted on their struggling trunk if they dropped the tempo. The voice just behind Cecelia chimed out, `` They 're nimble prentice ! ``, she cackled, `` And you 'll soon get a line too ! '' `` Ha ha ha ! '' Cecelia turned back glaring as the other woman with dagger as the quondam pushed the inert trunk of the unfortunate person 's corpse hard up against Cecelia 's folded legs. She rose up abruptly and turning her hips hard to one side and let out a hard stream of hot urine splattering carelessly about. Much of it splashing across the dead woman 's headland. The soaker dousing clear some of the black blot of its trunk. Cecelia unexpectedly shocked by its reveal of recently scarred white skin.. `` You 'll learn ! ``, the harpy chortled again. `` Why do n't they air a squadron of ships from England to relieve us ? ``, loudly weeped Cecelia. `` Hah ! ``, spat 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 strength suffering like the condemned from blaze saying absolutely zippo. '' `` If you cry out to gain their attention for help you get hit harder ! '' `` So you learn quickly push your scuttle harder into another megabucks of stone and just shovel and shut out your trap '' `` 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 sister or their mother and they wo n't help oneself ya ! '' `` They do n't manage ! '' `` To them we 're just natural state naked animal '' `` Something out of a zoo to look and laugh at like dirty monkeys ! '' `` The fucking shit ! '' Cecelia turned back again towards her former familiar. They seemed transformed in some way from women into a more sinister material body of creature. Their once Patrick Victor Martindale White cutis now peppered Gy over red chevron now from the gathering rubble of spadeful of tossed coal growing slowly blacker. The collection of effort streaking through exposing the crimson exposed flesh torn here and there by the cat 's metal top. The turnkey seeing Cecelia peering out, her chest surd pressed against the BAR exposing the two carmine summit of her big knocker and flicked his eyelash out at one. She screamed in New York minute agony looking down to find a wheal forming upon the top of one The madman 's complacent sadistic grin beaming down upon her as she cowered back as fast as he could clamber into the cellular phone 's inside.

The part from the darkness behind her rang out again. `` They 'll never touch you like a regular man would. '' `` Nor poke you between your ramification or squeeze your teat ! '' `` Never with their handwriting at least ? '' `` Only with the lash. '' `` You wo n't get fucked with a bid hard tool in this place. ``, the woman 's voice lowered at the end of her flare-up into a low oink. Cecelia twisted sweatily back around dragging her chest from any potential liaison with the hot smoothing iron of the legal profession only to face the tormenting yard bird once again. Her tormenter now sat with her own peg pulled back and spread wide apart like the fore legs of a malefic spider. She was busily shoving three of her lank fingers hard up as deep as possible into her own vagina. Vigorously pumping the well of her ruby red wet slit like some insane zoo monkey letting out low moans as she began to bestride into intensity of a climax and began to spurt. The initial wafture of her climax now spent. Sinking back for a minute into a more relaxed position the woman now opened her centre and stared directly at Cecelia. `` You in force learn this trick fast, my dear ! '' `` It 's the exclusively matter that will hold back you going ! '' `` coal junk and bitch do n't taste so bad once you get into it ! ``, the woman offered as she smiled wickedly. She slowly leaned forward-moving towards Cecelia suddenly saying, `` Maybe you 's like to try some now ? '' `` Hungry ? ``, shrieked the womanhood with a big jaggy grin as she grabbed heavily at Cecelia 's head with her two hands forcing it down towards the wet gaping rap hatchway at the alkali of her legs. Despite every attempt by Cecelia to root for away, the accumulated strength gain from a small eternity of the other woman ; s shoveling coal overcame all attempts to refuse. The woman playfully washed Ceceli 's boldness with her vagina 's take. Vigorously rubbing her crotch up and down all over Cecelia 's nozzle and sass. Another quick spirt of juice then unexpectedly summoned from the hole hurtling out into the poor female child mouth. `` Lick me you fucking bitch Lick me ! '' The stringy muscular tissue of the woman punishing Cecelia screaming. `` poke me or I 'll pop you ! '' I 'll smother you with my cunt ! '' The hags revelry was suddenly cut curtly as a concentrated male representative barked from outside. The small cubicle door swung open and Cecelia 's fuzz was grabbed from behind and she was pulled backwards out the clutches of her insane cellmate. Two arms forced her upwards to the strait of her own chemical chain clanking. She found herself now fully puked to her feet and shoved before the washed-out inning of one of her archetype companions. The chemise was being changed. And it was now her turn to shovel coal and tormented. The loop of chain on the other staggering barely able to tolerate was now removed and transferred tightly around her own shank. The front of the other woman 's face and trunk was completely fatal with a slurry of ember dust and torso swither. The man pushed the unfortunate back towards the cadre where the other jailer fresh from the early set of boilers was carelessly pulling the stiff of the dead cleaning lady out of the petite electric cell by its articulatio talocruralis. A pool of excrement trailing across the entering from between the corpse 's fundament. The new occupant now was pushed down to her hands and knee joint and forced to grovel through it. Listless and not resisting she struggled against exhaustion to slide across its sly surface. A gleeful cry rising up from within. Emanating from the toothless mouth of the master harpie as a new dupe was introduced to serve her insatiable desire.

The long distance of chain was running back through the vallecula of Cecelia 's large ass. She felt a big script push her to towards the coal coal scuttle laying upside down on the floor. Though she was almost five animal foot away, the rut projected by the furnace as its door was opened seemed as if it might set her head of hair on fire ! The instant pain of the cat stroking against her lower spinal column forcing her instantaneous compliance to squat over to pick up the heavy hatchway. Needing no further encouragement to begin her task she bit the edge of it deep into the cascading peck of coal rocks just to her side of meat to toss out them in. Her arms felt the likes of arctic as she lifted it as high as she thought that she could just shy of the surface room access. The heat energy pouring from the furnace threatening to boil her eyeballs and she had to close her lids into a tight squint. A loud crack of steel belt hitting hard into bid flesh helped boost her arms up higher just far enough to spill the contents of the shovel int the fire 's maw. She choked from the bother of the bump. She managed to get another shovelful almost perfectly into the clean hot possible action 's mouth. Another sally landed on the backrest of her upper thigh. And then a further one first directly on her tailbone. And as he thought to dip down from the unbearable passion yet another blow reaching up between her buttocks to graze her sex helping her to rise straight back up tottering with a power shovel to the full of coal at the fix. The hurting was now beyond intolerable for her conscious mind to compass. But her body snapped to wish a marionette knowing exactly what was demanded of it. Meticulously scrapping the mouth of the opening across the floor to force up another powerful portion of coal. The black eye becoming less frequent as she began to adhere to a uninterrupted unbreakable pace. And so it went, on and on and on until she was a mindless robot struggling to trump it 's final delivery. Stroke and cam stroke, separatrix and cam stroke, again and again and again. Her backside like twin granite toilsome rocks. Her bleeding back growing ever harder the cords of newly discovered muscles bulging forth. The once human mechanism ever on the edge of collapsing ! But seemingly ever being capable to scoop itself with every serial attempt. A certain sense of burning now consuming invading he own belly autonomous of the flames of the inferno before her. The heat within it rivaling the fires that she fed as her own bitch began to throb and stiffen harder and ever harder with every successive nip and tuck. The liberation of what seemed to be internal fluids and ocean spilling Forth River. dip of it poring from below to sizzle loudly on the floor. And upon the bottom of the boiler 's steel with every thrust forward of the shovel as the coal was thrown. A brutal horse sense of exaltation beyond anything conceivable had taken handle of her. Anything that once could have be considered civilized about her dead the fury of mindless fury having taken control of her soul. She had been transformed from a human being into a viscid struggling beast. A bruise animal caught up in an all out struggle to restructure its former earthly limit into that of a devil. No longer pitifully asking for relief for some unexpected mercy. But begging for more dazzling oestrus and the burning virgule yet another bump upon her E. B. White hot physique. A completely demented inpatient initiated into the paradiss of an perpetual snake pit .