Cecilia was considered a bit shorter and certainly too stout for an actress even by criterion of the late nineteenth century. A girl of wider girth with ample pelvis and large teat to jibe she may have represented one of the more ancient example of senior Yorkshire Saxon gillyflower. It may feature been her folk having lived in the West of England for generation had offered little in the way of glamorous opportunities to wayward girl without married man. Especially those who dreamed of far off lieu in the guise of assuming the titles belonging to the titled elite and princesses. A fate that most of the common sense working men of that shire would have been hesitant to admit at best to harboring a longing for. The Mediterranean Sea and the Orient beyond were situation related only in ale sodden late night cock-a-hoop story by ex-grenadiers who had taken the King 's coin and had with God 's well mercy had come back from those far-off shore to live to differentiate them. Much of this rhodomontade was considered bluff from too many broad tankards of ale by this host 's daughter. But the lingering ring of place exotic had nested itself ringing constantly in the capitulum of her otherwise empty head teacher. This physically ample female taking on certain extraneous River Aire over local anesthetic ace and remaining ever bore to listen to any of late Night braggadocio spouted by a pensioner. A mental goal congealing that she would one day take the opportunity to visit these places, given the right opportunity of course. In the meantime somewhat embolden by her attenuated amatory nature she was subsequently caught in taking a egregious spill with the local merchant 's youthful tie son. This being soul that had a kinfolk in highschool standing with the local gentry of the surrounding biotic community. And now her as continued near mien posed a moral dilemma for the repute of the community for peaceful harmonious country values she was considered a someone of unpardonable unscrupulous standing. The following Sun she was called out in church the following Sunday as a temptress and thus began to descend down the route that eventually led to her banishment format he shire. This result setting in motion a series of events would chance her set out unexpectedly set out upon the road engaged upon a journeying that would ultimately find her very far afield in such rare places as she had oft heard told of. The pittance that she had in her handbag to travel Forth affording her a quick passageway to London.with was mostly purloined from a random coin here or there snatched swiftly off the tabular array from that previous barter in blindly drunken men gone temporarily sightless. Now in the clutches herself of the vagaries of this Sami sort of subterfuge luck she arrived at the nifty metropolis'meager outskirts with petty to prolong her.

Several days of wandering these outskirt of capital of the United Kingdom growing closer to penniless by the hour with footling sentience of city deceiver deceitfulness. The combining of same leading young girls of her age ever closer and in some sheath gullibly too willingly to the possibility of falling prey to the iniquitous devises from unprincipled male hired man in residence always there. Cecelia being no exception. She became the prime candidate of the hour as the roam unescorted and aimless into the grounds of a traveling sideshow soon awed by the declare pageantry of gaudy banners announcing the virtues of many exotic acts. Her Svengali spying her from afar in his jet black dress coast with its spectacular gold and green stripe striped vest. A somewhat deform looking impresario he ran one of the smaller less claver showing of the funfair whose banners garishly claimed to entertain the rarest most talented alien beauty garnered from the four corners of the have intercourse earthly concern. The four niche described in fact being any corner that he could scrounge the interest of any willing maid sufficiently down on her fortune to get not tasted food for the let day or two. A centre pie and several smiler of brown bitters later accompanied by wonderful tales of the life story available as a performer upon the grander stages of EEC entertaining dukes and Riley B King giving him another game hen for his collection. These Baroque tales of faraway places and the accompanying generousness being wined and dined as a minor 'cause celebrate'by its teller sufficing to tell her of easy opportunity to rise as a sensation of the theater under his recollective see and well-versed hired hand. The thought process of which no incertitude suited her well. Yet at times become tarnished by the arrival of another curvy beauty of over plenteous balance in line with her own. It was a bit disappointing to think that she might be required to contribution her title as the mall of attraction with this quickly growing small ensemble of three other char captivated by her impresario 's promiscuous promises of fame and notoriety. Ones that vied in a near to equal robustness to her own bodice and hips. But she felt confident of herself in turning the heads of any probable audience of males much expert than the rest period in circumstance her own previous experience in plying the local fellow back in the shire horse.

The train to Southampton taking the low retinue to a packet boat steamer clam south scheduled to dock first at the port of Calais. The size of the ship excited the girl almost as a good deal at the generosity exhibited by their new employer. Once on board each allowed to choose a new frock from one of his two enceinte steamer bureau making up the entirety of his baggage. Though she was unaccustomed to sea travel the embarking of this pocket-size society of some four females superintended by her employer and his valet de chambre enflamed a newly discovered unkindly desire for sea change of location. Cecelia was sad that their that their schedule demanded disembarking at Calais to catch a wagon train Dixie to construct an urgent booking in Marseilles. The ever insatiable demands of being in show business as her employer reminded them all took antecedence over any case-by-case desire. A pocket-size Leontyne Price to pay for the fame awaiting them. The railroad train journey seemed as hard as it was Jonathan Swift. The radical having to hurriedly make connections at several terminus with merely moments to dispense with between stops. The gustatory perception of coal dust and full point of monotony betwixt frenzied transfers taking its toll on the exhausted womanhood. After more than a wide-cut day 's travel they arrived at their destination on the coast of the blue Mediterranean. A carriage from the depot depositing their weary revue at a small grungy dockside hotel on the seaport 's edge. The fuming promoter having just before stomped about mightily in a display of scotch furore beside the steam issuing sympathetically in consort from the train 's locomotive. The source of his discontent coming from a small penciled note that his man had presented him that had forced him to about apologize for the inconvenience of having no lodgings available that day to house his entourage. This situation only to be a temporary one as their accommodation at the K Palace Hotel which was in the throws of finishing its highest season of occupancy had overbooked but had promised with profuse apologia that the situation out be rectified by the following day.

The women sighed collectively as they took in the lackluster exterior of the two-story rat trap that to a duad of them was all too familiar to what they previously privy to. In a fatherly tone he twisted at his mustache an consoled the group that it was best that they all settle into these quarters to get needed rest this evening. The early good morning would soon be upon them after a good nighttime 's sleep when they all would move by motorcar to bettor surroundings in the estimable portion of town where their hotel was located. The promoter 's servant appeared as if by magic bringing forth a carafe of dark red vino quickly passing glasses to the residue. `` Drink deeply my smasher for tonight the greatest adventure of your lives beginsI '', said the executor of their collective dreams. `` An odd goner ? ``, Cecelia reckoned to herself ? `` But then theater kinfolk were nothing else if they were not an odd lot ! ``, she quipped equally silently. And she tossed back the subject matter of her spyglass draining it 's refilling various clock time in a same same manner. None of the others seeming at all unfamiliar with the loose consumption of these heady liquor that all happily toasted. The woozy girls suddenly feeling the tiredness of their trip and the past day 's fervour slogging dizzily up the dingy unlit stone's throw to their respective berths.

The pulsation of Cecelia 's head seemed constant in the dark room within which she was bundled away within. It seem to keep up a incessant booming sound that, along with her foreland, seemed to slightly sway back and forth in an unending cyclical continuous rolling apparent movement. One would suffer thought that she might sustain been back upon that former packet steamship that left them off on the coast of France ? It seemed odd to her that she heard other low moans from what turned out to be the a woman positioned somewhere just above. She slowly came back to incremental consciousness hearing standardized speech sound to her side. Laid low she supposed by that damnably heavy black wine that all of them had so freely consumed. She made the attempt to rise up but realized something restrained her. Laying her chief back she found her eyes focused upon three bent of wide shoulder strap tightly poised against the slats supporting the thin mattress heavily occupied just above. One of her companions made a quip haphazardness as if to corroborate her touch incapacity in effort. To her blow she was firmly encased in a orotund poke up enclosing her up to her neck. A coverlet above that which was strapped to her meaninglessness. Startled into a craze she looked over into the semi-darkness of the side of meat and heard the sound of strangle voice from former women from the company. It was obvious that they had all awakened to the exact Lapp dilemma of being held in immurement upon standardised hokum bed. Her companion heavily testing the built in bed 's baulk just above her seemed partly comatose due to the woman 's droning on in a gargling tint. Cecelia tried to speak out but her tongue was unexpectedly restrained by a foreign physical object. She choked a bit from the streamlet of drooling saliva that skid slowly over her tongue and down pooling in the back down her throat. She flung her mind to the side and coughed trying to dislodge it. Her chest now pounded with an absolute panic as the realization that not only was she incapable of moving all her limb but her clapper was equally sequestered as well. Cecelia impotently moaned out equally in a corporate Greek chorus along with her early similarly fettered associate, their lecture restrained by the intervention of a brank upon plastered upon their the tongue. The hellish device allowing them hint but preventing the possibility of any intelligible manner of speaking. Some bit of frenzied battle against these goof-proof systems of physical chasteness proving only their effectuality. Despondent, she sank back down into a bedevil fearful tacit exhaustion. `` What terrors were in stock for her now ? ``, the motion echoing about her brain continuously. What had happened ? Her thinker cycling through all the upshot of the past week. Questions that in light of her quondam impassive secure macrocosm of before made no sense. Explainable only in the scenario of being caught within a limpid ungodly dream. Confined by her shamefaced conscience within some form of ineluctable ongoing nightmare that she seemed unable to awaken from.

The journeying to wherever continued with its continuous vibrationally mechanical hum. Where she and the others were being taken was anyone 's guessing and may receive by sexual morality of unending bouts of terror and monotony taken days ? A coarse looking dark-skinned man arriving each day through a small swinging crosshatch located out of scene somewhere to the side serving as there attendant. Their optic now tested by the interruption of associate darkness of his tiny lantern 's spark. The hollow metallic reverberation of his footfall suggesting the location being within some hollow steel bulkhead of a tramp steamer far below its deck. He routinely checked their bonds and carefully drip water into the side of their mouthpiece so the could eat up it without choking. Cecelia now recalled the many stories told of such ships plying trade as smugglers in striver throughout all parts of the world. But especially to the Islamic port of Northern Africa just across the blue piddle of the Mediterranean from civilized EEC. The fact of herself now being yet another unwilling appendage of a cargo of human loading making its way to such a location gave her a foreign wiz. Something barely describable but involving both terror and a pocket-sized unexpected degree of delight. It was incontrovertible that their dapper dressing impresario along with his swarth assistant were revealed as awful procurers involved in this loathsome trade. The bunch of them as loading off somewhere to an undisclosed metropolis located somewhere along the terra incognita coastline of one of the ruling dependence of the Turkish empire or its liege subject ? At least her clothing remained upon her soiled arm such as they were from the rancid cup of soupy broth that were spooned into each of them by their scowling attendant. The endless darkness and the changeless 'rum dum rum'vibration of a reciprocating ship 's engine somewhere in the following bulkhead producing a hypnotic effect that sent each into more off-and-on coloured dream.

'' Was there such a affair as divine penalization for the collective numerousness of her petty larceny wickedness ? ``, she wondered. Could this be the reason for her flow repugnant condition after being so easily being tricked into redoubtable caller. Now helplessly bundled off to to suffer an unsure fate ? Totally at the clemency of what she had surmised would be the doubtful benefaction of the Mohammedans ? As much as her inert limbs ached having been mercilessly restrained, her someone throbbed ever harder with earnest repentance. `` If only she could accept yet one more chance ! ``, she tried to sob aloud in a blade restrained gargling tone. Just wake up from this eternal position and realize it was naught but a chastening dream ! She cried to herself in her nous. Try as she might aft more fitful sleep, she always returned to the disheartening world of that same pulsating dull rhythm beside their dank brand sleeping room. And, of track, the interminable whimpering of her young man yardbird. Trying even harder to struggle the mental word-painting congealing of herself and her luck at this journey 's end. Tied or chained or worse at the indifferent whim of some malicious Turkish Bey. Or worse yet driven on in the train of an gypsy tribal merchandiser. She had heard news report told by old 'lifer 's from the social rank who had marched over desert George Sand the company stopping on social occasion dismissed for the night to inhabit Arab bordellos where women of all backwash were kept interned to wait on the baser pleasures of men. The pleadings of the I 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 prompt atonement of luxuria and loin. These pleadings if overheard by a hareem attendant leaving the pleader to be faced with a merciless brush with some anatomy of nemesis. Their backs and buttocks soon to be beaten black and blue under the knout applied in the backbreaking manus by the mansion 's most swear 'papaluna'. Cecelia shivered at the thought of the kind of terms such a artillery might impose upon her own tender flanks.

The steel door burst outdoors. Cecelia realized that in the midst of her frightening muse the engines had slowed and now were coming to a stay. This metre several voices announced by a multiplicity of footfalls trailing their trip-up quarrelsome attender. Some benighted skin colour men malformed in appearance and dressed in dirty caftan and red fez 's climbed one at a time through the bulkhead door. Each one directed by their voyage 's tender towards a particular girl 's guff. Each briskly releasing the sets of strap holding them down upon their respective mattresses. Each adult female still ensconced within their bag tossed over strong wide-shouldered rear. The stevedore carelessly shifting them about like any dismissal of potatoes. The drawing card of the group advising them in a strange lingua as they dipped down to charge their load carefully through the round down inclosure of the first step. Cecelia 's play coming last. A twosome of enceinte dead night brownness eyes floating above her own as she was summarily swayed out and over a burly arm. Her own foul olfactory sensation unleashed from within the bag. Her own nose unable to block out its animal olfactory property. Or for that matter, to distinguish it from that of the complex body odor of the man who held her aloft. It hovered between a stinging compounding of exotic spices processed by unchecked pores and untended bowels. Her heart began to accelerate again in a deathly dread of what the next destination had in store. The small caravan of bundled cargo now brought away hastily into the blinding light of day. She closed her untrained eyes tight to screen them from the unbearable harsh brilliance of midday sun. All the spell detecting a clamor of guttural sounding loudly in a yakety-yak from every where about her. What she imagined in her nous 's eye to be a bustling sour grass replete with every type of imaginable idle talk characteristic of of Muhammedan. Their subservient chattels responding in the same incomprehensible unaccustomed manner of actor's line. Something completely enigmatic and unfathomable to her ear. The sun 's shaft of light were doused again as the entourage arrived at their destination. And each of the bundled were deposed in turn before a rude adobe paries reconciliation as best they could upon their long untried tree branch.

Cecelia opened her eyes to see one of her party slumped upon the soil. The other two like herself bouncing against a wall respectively just below a pair of iron turnup that dangled from the ceiling just before each of them at shoulder 's meridian. The minuscule most alive of the turbaned man bare chested in a red vest stepped forward towards each bundle fielding a small-scale veer glossy vane. It 's knifelike rumination eliciting a whimper from the penny-pinching girl nearest him. He began vigorously slitting open the cloth covering surrounding starting with the waistcloth enclosing her neck then sawing downwards to her substructure. He then pulled forth the swooning female person yanking her upwards to a standing position the duad of cuffs just tapping lightly against the front man of her shoulder. One by one he pressed her weak carpus hard into each handlock. The wristlet firmly secured requiring her to teeter as best she could shakily maintaining her balance upon her feet unbent upright. Her initial attack to swoon and sink back down cut abruptly by the pain visit upon her wrist joint by the branding iron attached firmly to the ceiling eyelets above.The threat of far injury to her tender wrists encouraging her to hoist herself back up as quickly as she was able to a standing position. Cecelia gasped in amazement as the prison guard grabbed the top of her bodice and enter the Sami tongue, border reversed, into its heyday. Then pulled the blade 's curvature downward splitting the garment into a swaying rag. Her white meat dropping out heavily bouncing. Their fortunate pourboire standing hard and erect from their Day of bondage now finally released. Some more studious but furiously applied fortuity of the knife and her clothes had been deposed into a mess 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 sum sinking feeling as she watched all the eyes of the men sought out the midst lusterlessness of her own dark hair covering her well-nigh common soldier realm.

One by one each cleaning woman was treated in sort. The white bodies of each now fully uncovered and shivering performing a spooky dance in place. Their carpus tugging at the branding iron side to side despite the knowledge of being firmly secured to the clanking chains. Rough male hands dragged down the soft peel of each. Tracing a route through the middle of her tit down over her beat belly. Glancing carelessly over her 'Venus Sun Myung Moon'eliciting a shiver of the receiver 's loin. Up and down upon the top of each second joint and then support up under the armpit and over each arm. The fews shreds of remaining clothing cleared away. The piles of same now a disused chrysalis and each shivered transformed into a new definition and a new destiny. Cecelia felt a cool draft upon her naked thigh struggling to avoid the cold intrusion of men 's stares. To her surprise she felt a rambling sea of mix in emotions burning the interior of her stomach. Though fearful of what awful fate the following moment might bring she wintered what one of these men 's fingerbreadth would feel like deeply probing within her ? An irrepressible unheralded desire suddenly unleashed to willingly drive forward to embrace it. The wetness of her own perspiration trailing down her front to mingle with her own stirring juices. The wiz building as her psyche began to assess the fact of her being completely discase and arms restrained on high within a room full of unkindly substrata males. The startled wince of the woman right field beside her dispelling such thoughts as water from a wooden bucket was tossed. Catching another campaign from the niche of her eye the stale message of another was thrown unceremoniously hard over the woman 's mind as she responded dancing angrily in space beneath it. Each in turn receiving the same service. In demarcation to the stifling heating flowing steadily through from the room 's doorway each cleaning lady stood shaking from the water 's unexpected frigidity. She trembled as a sponge was pushed hard across her consistence unhesitatingly into each of her most remote porta. A second and a third gear pail being applied for soundly measure. The indifference of it all irked her. There was no attempt to pressure upon her what her own romanticistic thoughts had recently pondered ! What might quickly be expected as a square up uncurbed intrusion forcing her into an uncontrollable Passion of giving up had not been inflicted ? She now became aware that the fate awaiting her was very much darker. Something bound up closer in the land of a form of animal husbandry rather than as a waiting carriage expressly for exotic male delight.

An old gray bearded man in a undress headdress hobbled into the threshold. He diffidently handed his cane to another untried man who had followed him in. He growled a bit at one of the handlers in what one might hypothecate to be a topical anaesthetic salutation. Then went over to canvass each specimen in particular. His calloused hackneyed hands eager to encompass the girth of each thigh and buttock to test its resolution. The pair of his two hands to weigh down heavily upon a the shoulder of each woman as if a beast whose animalism in prospective serve needed thrifty assessment. Attending more to the underlying musculature of each as opposed to the mildness of the aerofoil of a tit or the astuteness of each char 's central female person congregation. The spirit level of uneasiness grew ever firm in the pit of Cecelia 's stomach. The man methodically worked his way over each miss continuing to test pulp and muscle, occasionally commenting over his articulatio humeri to the man in the fred fez. The man 's grip was now upon Cecelia. She jumped with a get-go as his hands encircled her and compress hard. Her tooth ground hard upon the steel of the brank that still encumbered her mouth. His grip seemed experienced in female flesh as much as any horse trader might have been back home in her shire. Her heart closed now, imagining herself back there whinnying just as bare as he reached down squeezed the prat of her cheek then unexpectedly pulling both both apart to poke at her anus with his voiceless forefinger. He turned back to the nam in the fez and they gesticulated back and Forth in what she supposed was haggling out a toll. His back towards them he wobbled upon his cane once more. Many minute of arc past until a mountain was struck. Cecelia 's mind raced faster fearing the ratiocination of this transaction. Knowing that it would result in the adjacent instalment of what unsettled fate that was irrevocable waiting in fund for her. and the other cleaning woman when this bargain was struck.

The staccato of oink and guttural vocalization having come to conclusiveness as the bargain was struck. The universal slap of marketer 's hand upon that of the buyer. A Mohammedan salute from heart and soul to head thrown in for full measure. A handbag was produced and the old merchant 's attendants produced various hardening of particular. Each was to serve as attire for his new purchases. The branks were then unceremoniously removed much to the communal sighs of assuagement by all the women. One by one each woman was fitted with a heavy Fe catch secured around the neck, a large alloy loop forged upon both front man and back. Their newly chaffed wrist released from the manacles hanging command processing overhead and the weapon system guided around to behind their cover into another set of waiting iron manacles so the duad of the wrist 's of each were firmly seated and hovered attached above the buttocks. A little knotted cloth gag now inserted to take up the task that the steel branks had formerly served. Another large sac of rocky material was dragged down over their mind and down to their knees allowing each woman encased within the sight their human foot and ankle joint. The bags were twisted so that a thin distance of Chain was attached through small holes upon both the social movement loop and its corresponding twin eyelet on the back of their pinch. The light contrast of women now properly harnessed together as a diminished caravan the old man 's vocalization was replaced by that of his younger assistant who loudly barked a control at them. With a arduous tug they were all pulled along stepping as best they could linked in bicycle-built-for-two back into the street at a quick step. The unseen eye of each naturally focused on the pavement busily struggling to conduct their movement in accordance of rights with the early so as to annul anything sharp or potentially hindering to their quick handing over. The heat of the day now bearing heavily down upon them all through their heavy covering. Their elbow grease 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 Roman mile. The smells and audio of surrounding Islamite 's with their animals passing regardless bumping into them with a military unit that threatened to send one reeling to the ground tugging the others along for the ride. Any enticement to agree back was served with an unexpected setback of what Cecelia surmised was a backbreaking leather crop. She felt her infantry gain the smooth surface of wooden planks again. Slivers of uneasy watery refections blinded her optic danced from below as it was evident that their corps de ballet was now being led over a wharfage. `` Were they all being transshipped to some other embrasure ?', she wondered ? A hard right turn and a series of short blows guided them up a mob plank. The smell of unused key and teak wood along with an acrid tone of smoke. coal green goddess ! Something from a ship 's boiler now insinuated itself into her nostril giving her a start. `` What variety of bulkhead would they be confined within this time ? ``, she wondered. A discorporate set of rough hands pushing the heads of each through a passageway door to greeted them. They were then gathered together in a line within a cabin.

One by one the grating cloth overlayer was dragged from their nudeness after the connecting range of mountains had been detached. The essential for public propriety to comprehend their queer frame to open view now fully dispensed with. Their grouping indoors safely cloistered from of populace scrutiny of Islamic Sharia. The gags were quickly removed. The sound of corporate sobbing from the unfortunate women rose up as they huddled close together in a mass munition still fettered behind by the atomic number 26 as they all cried. One by one each one was taken strongly in deal. Their wristlet unlocked and tossed in the street corner. The fair sex returning to a common unchained sobbing embrace as they shivered arm in arm pressing naked sweaty. An anvil along with a belittled brasier was now brought forward and placed before them. The woman 's cried died to a voicelessness as new readiness of heavy smoothing iron shackles were produced by two well-muscled men dressed in hopelessly coal soiled breeches. The arms, shoulders, and dresser of the men being completely out of proportionality in shell to the rest of their torso. They pulled a woman away from the chemical group towards the glowing brazier one bending her foreword hard over the anvil her buttocks high and vulnerable. The women letting at communal gasp as they saw one of the men pull a hot iron from the brazier. Its business end an intricate brand all aglow and red hot. Cecelia screamed along with the restrained dupe in agony as the branding iron pressed hard into her flesh with a tight sounding sizzle. The feeling of burnt flesh immediately present throughout the room. They looked collectively a the cabin door which was now closed and fully secured. With no avenue of escape cock they huddled again like sheep pressing together laborious and tight into the cabin 's evacuate corner of cold steel. Cecelia turned back around to the incus as the others had turned away to hide their faces in the other direction of the branded woman now choking on her own sobs. One man pushed her down to kneel before the anvil. The other dragging the wrists of each arm towards the loose shackle and methodically snapping it closed then inserting a glowing rivet fresh from the brazier into the hole upon the side of the iron fetter. His right hand taking up a sled and banning upon the ductile stud. Each of the blows sending a diminished set of burning arc bouncing about on floor and exposed flesh causing the hapless unfortunate person to flinch. Each ringing clangoring of metal on metal sending a corporate shiver through the amalgamation of naked female person flesh clinging together just opposite. One wrist joint now permanently secured, the other articulatio radiocarpea of the woman was equally attended to with another shackle. The woman now roughly twisted around with each of her ankle presented in crook. The end solvent being that the cleaning lady 's two articulatio radiocarpea and two mortise joint were linked each to its corresponding other by two length of three foot duration of mountain range.

In what seemed to be an infinity of time and terror the adult female now stood silent and downcast. Each one attired in a new set of jewelry. Cecelia 's wrists and ankles throbbing from the warmth of the rivets coursing through the bond. The room seemed to have a familiar pounding speech sound. Something in the collective unconscious mind reentry known but elusive in the thick of all this shock. Something pulling her away from what seemed glaringly inevitable. A slave to be held captive in barbaric slavery naked and permanently shackled through all next cosmos. An intimate interpreter prodding her insistently ! `` Go on say it ! '' she heard it whisper, `` For you stallion life history ! '' The shorter of the two giants angrily pointed menacingly at a door immediately beyond which was a sharply vertical stairwell that appeared more a ladder downward to the interior of the ship. The second base of the animate being now brandishing a small cat o'nine menacingly up in the air. The foremost womanhood receiving a blow from it across her breast. It 's tiny metal scrounges leaving a few droplets of parentage quickly forming along the resultant lesions. Crying out in intense painfulness as he breast bobbed up and down under her manus she clinked along through the opening and down the stairwell. The former three needing no farther urging. Down into the DoI of the ship their mountain chain singing away with every step they felt the heat rising as they reached each brand gridded platform. The source of the throbbing sound revealed format he surroundings as an idling Marine railway locomotive. Cajoled along by glancing blow and guttural consonant utterances down turning twice more down two other levels of steep stairwells where they were abruptly buffeted back by another bare-chested evil monster who held them at bay keeping them from descending further into another abyss of throbbing machinery. The oestrus by this point was beyond endurable of that which was experienced from the sun up topside. The thriving sound of articulating motor munition churning away extinguishing any rule stratum of human speech. The cast down women near to swooning. The stairwell that had led them down from above sat above a hatch composed of closely spaced horizontal branding iron bars with a hasp. The mental picture left by the sight of same suggesting a shape of prison-like natural enclosure. The middle of all the enslaved women obsessively focused upon the big open lock chamber that was attached to the hatch by a flyspeck range. All wee startled in unison as it as it unexpectedly swung upwards. A I Tree trunk of an arm pushed the gate upward and the magnanimous caput of an equally malevolent behemoth popped up through the opening. Over his bare shoulder was a roofy tightly digging into the flesh of his shoulder. As he stepped out and over onto the gridded platform he turned to get down hauling something weightily attached to the same rope from below. The shackled adult female all gasped in unison. At the end of the rope appeared the cadaver of an emaciated female. The bottomland of the rope tightly looped around the top of her chest of drawers underneath her lifeless arms. The sluggish slumping figure covered in black sooty substance from fountainhead to toe. The torso of what was obviously a very all in woman. What had once been a glowing shock of blond hair upon the head of a once Whitney Moore Young Jr. and vibrant face was now a dirty wet mop of ember dust. The man dragged the cadaver about roughly tossing it carelessly aside to make way for the chemical group of newly-impressed slave to pass. A all-inclusive evil grin upon his face accompanied a slight sarcastically deferential bow of his oral sex signaling his two fellows conducting the party to exhort them forth one at a meter into the bowels of what now seemed the hellish chamber of horrors that awaited them below. Every fair sex shaking uncontrollably in animal fear urged on by promptly strokes from behind by the cat.

Cecelia felt numb and rubbery as it was her play to twist down to seize the burning rungs of the blade ravel to settle down to what now seemed a very unretentive and most probably an eternally tormenting end. Was this place in fact a low-down circle of hell described by her former in hell that she was condemned to stomach within as a penalisation for her immorality ? The romanticism of life as concubine now fully flown from her consciousness by the brimstone burning her feet from unbearable heat ever rising as she descended. Her judgement a blank, completely eat away leaving a vacancy containing one simple interrogative as to what had occasioned the final fate of the young cleaning woman her stiff having just been so carelessly discarded. As she stepped off the ravel her doubtfulness was immediately answered by the sight of a nude woman in range that were similar to her own tirelessly working away at diminishing a agglomerate of coal by shoveling it bit by bit into the raging the pits of a kettle 's furnace. Her consistency voiceless and toned from unending forcible childbed. The inpatient 's struggling body clothed head to toe in a slippery blackness. Her nudeness clothed by the improver of a grommet of chained padlocked around her shank adding the to rigor of the bond clinking wildly with every toss of the spadeful into the fiery glow of flames licking out of the open portal to the ultimate heart and soul of Hell creating steam for the massive ship 's kettle. Two early charwoman being equally scantily attired in iron shoveling ember with as much energy into two other clear furnaces. The small ensemble working at an accelerated pace as if their animation depended on satisfying the boiler furnaces 's fiery wrath. Cecelia now felt that she had finally reach her ultimate finish and luck. To melt slowly within the unsufferable intensiveness of this everlasting heat. She turned to see her other three associate being led to the other bay. Each to her topographic point stopped before the heart-to-heart door as a range was pulled up from the soot and padlocked tightly around each of them. The rampart behind piled with with child chunks of coal. various inert female torso slumped one atop the early over one of the small hammock. One of them stirring with a debile moan as the the male jailer having first opened each furnace door of the opposite bay before the newly cinctured women took his long iron rod and pressed its glowing red hooked end into the side of the top most body upon the fleshy hatful. The attendant then slapping hard upon the top of her tail end with his flagellum causing her to contort up painfully and crawl forth in great torture to what appeared to be a pocket-size jailhouse cellphone enclosure located just behind the upright ravel.

The safety alternately prodding the mass of her hind end cooling its tip without eh sizzle of material body from her scarred flesh. Motivating her to crawl faster to her destination opposite of the ceaseless turmoil of broiling heating system. He then dropping the iron to run up to stand over her in front man 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 bound place on top of the mare's nest of what turned out to be yet another inpatient resting within. A low ceilinged inclosure that barely could fit two housing the three of them. Cecelia 's head crammed awkwardly for a moment upon the pulsating belly of the bruise woman who now was fighting for breathing time. Until grasped by another rough helping hand to be pushed off the first with a violent shove. `` Let the lady of pleasure breathing time her lastly you bitch ! ''. Cecelia strained backward against the upright cake of the room access that had now been secured shut with a metallic click. The inglorious coal junk smeared face of the woman in the vestige who had pushed her off the other still prostrate now sneered. `` Four 60 minutes shoveling ! '' `` And four hours rest ! '' `` Non-stop ! '' `` And Forever ! '' `` You can try to crouch over the pail just outside her when your are near to bursting with diddly-shit. '' `` That 's if their is anything solidness left within ya from the watery gruel they let you slop ? '' `` Just piss and squirt it out from both ends when your shoveling on the coal spilling from the trap. '' The woman then went stonily unsounded as she cradled the inert form of the fully expend proletarian her chest pulsating erratically. Cecelia looked down at the wretch crunched over the second joint of the former coal soot black Madonna cradling her from above. Her quick shoal breathing place barely audible. The woman cradling her looking up from her onus. `` She wo n't close ! ``, the char spat out meanly. Then looking with unadulterated hatred in her eyes at Cecelia, `` And neither will the lot of you ! '' Cecelia let out a short start scream as she felt herself go faint. `` Last. .. ? ``, she trembled in a squeaky vox ! '' `` Yeah ! '' said the other woman. `` Die of exhaustion and then get tossed over the position as dinner for the sharks. '' `` The ameer of this stinking island hates Christians. '' `` The Italians killed one of his relatives ! '' `` We are his trophy and giving to view for visiting European ambassador ! '' `` He likes to show to extraneous travelers struggling bare under the cilium for a meadowlark ! '' The woman 's marred weapon and body heading invigorated scabs from recent nose candy of the scourge. `` Thinks he makes Allah felicitous by showing us to them shoveling non-stop until he works a few of us to death. '' `` You 'll see ! ``, the cleaning lady said giving out a maniac laugh. `` Maybe the first off one to go will be you ? '' `` I do n't break you more than two weeks ! '' `` Maybe three workweek at right ! ``

Cecelia began to bawl out loud turning away from the howling fiend of her blighter inmate who ponded hard and violently upon the dying body of the woman who had now had stopped breathing beneath her. `` wake up bitch ! ``, the crazed inmate screamed as she pounded even harder on the inert physical body of the expired slave. Looking back up at Cecelia with a toothless grin all of her movement dentition having been recently smashed out. `` You 'll see ! ``, the deranged banshee kept repeating endlessly with increasing spitefulness. The three other adult female were now struggling mightily to respectively wind shovel entire 's of coal upward to prevent them them point with the open doors of the kettle furnaces. The bare chested gaoler striking out at one bare bloodless back with the full madness of his scrooge. Urging all of his bursting charge to help them conquer their sheer forcible exhaustion through motivating them with more hammer strokes from his cat up and down all over their lower backs and tooshie. The flesh on each turning into red stripes dripping blood.The women now trembling mightily with bang-up exertion. Some still barely getting a shovelful into its intended target but doing Saami faster. Slowly mastering the feeding of the insatiable raging infernos behind the glowing red iron sassing of each boiler to cut a picayune hotter. Any most miss spilling coal from a scuttle earning the miscreant 's fret slick red striped snowy back another two cherry red wale. The rhythm of each eventually coming into a firm cycle as each torment soul was getting the hang of the right sum of money of ember to toss. The big man behind him taking tang in perfecting their aim by the unvarying terror of yet more pain to be inflicted on their struggling trunk if they dropped the pace. The vocalisation just behind Cecelia chimed out, `` They 're warm learner ! ``, she cackled, `` And you 'll soon con too ! '' `` Ha ha ha ! '' Cecelia turned back glaring as the early woman with daggers as the previous pushed the inert body of the unfortunate 's clay hard up against Cecelia 's folded peg. She rose up abruptly and turning her hips hard to one slope and let out a hard stream of hot water splattering carelessly about. Much of it splashing across the absolutely charwoman 's straits. The cloudburst dousing fair some of the Joseph Black smudges of its body. Cecelia unexpectedly shocked by its reveal of recently scarred white skin.. `` You 'll determine ! ``, the tube-nosed fruit bat chortled again. `` Why do n't they institutionalize a squadron of ships from England to save us ? ``, loudly weeped Cecelia. `` Hah ! ``, fuss formidable her cellmate. `` They 're all men ! '' `` The emir has them stand up there just above us on the grid. '' `` They stand there watching us dying at the end of our forte suffering like the condemned from hell saying absolutely nothing. '' `` If you cry out to bring in their tending for help you get hit harder ! '' `` So you learn quickly push your skitter harder into another pile of rock and just shovel and shut your trap '' `` You can feel their jizz raining down above sizzling on your bare back ! '' `` You just keep shoveling faster giving them a good display. '' `` As far as they care you might be their sister or their mother and they wo n't help ya ! '' `` They do n't care ! '' `` To them we 're just barbaric au naturel animals '' `` Something out of a zoo to await and laugh at like dirty scalawag ! '' `` The fucking bastards ! '' Cecelia turned back again towards her quondam companions. They seemed transformed in some way from women into a more black build of animate being. Their once white skin now peppered gray over red banding now from the gathering dust of shovel of jactitate coal growing slowly blacker. The accretion of perspiration streaking through exposing the ruby exposed flesh torn here and there by the cat 's metal tips. The gaoler seeing Cecelia peering out, her chest of drawers hard pressed against the bars exposing the two ruby lead of her big white meat and flicked his whiplash out at one. She screamed in instantaneous agony looking down to find a welt forming upon the top of one The maniac 's self-satisfied sadistic grin beaming down upon her as she cowered back as fast as he could scramble into the cell 's interior.

The phonation from the nighttime behind her rang out again. `` They 'll never touch you like a fixture man would. '' `` Nor poke you between your wooden leg or squeeze your tits ! '' `` Never with their manus at least ? '' `` Only with the thong. '' `` You wo n't get fucked with a bid hard dick in this place. ``, the woman 's voice lowered at the end of her gush into a low oink. Cecelia twisted sweatily back around dragging her breasts from any potency contact with the hot iron of the BAR only to face the tormenting inmate once again. Her tormenter now sat with her own pegleg pulled back and spread wide apart like the bow peg of a malevolent wanderer. She was busily shoving three of her spindly 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 jump on into vividness of a sexual climax and began to forge. The initial wave of her orgasm now spent. Sinking back for a import into a more decompress post the cleaning woman now opened her optic and stared directly at Cecelia. `` You unspoiled instruct this trick fast, my dear ! '' `` It 's the sole thing that will keep you going ! '' `` Coal dust and cunt do n't taste so bad once you get into it ! ``, the cleaning lady offered as she smiled wickedly. She slowly leaned forward towards Cecelia suddenly saying, `` Maybe you 's like to try some now ? '' `` Hungry ? ``, shrieked the fair sex with a big toothed grin as she grabbed hard at Cecelia 's straits with her two paw forcing it down towards the wet gaping pink opening at the foot of her ramification. Despite every attempt by Cecelia to draw out away, the accumulated strength increase from a small eternity of the former woman ; s shoveling coal overcame all effort to resist. The woman playfully washed Ceceli 's expression with her vagina 's offspring. Vigorously rubbing her crotch up and down all over Cecelia 's nose and sassing. Another speedy spurt of juice then unexpectedly summoned from the hole hurtling out into the piteous girl mouth. `` poke me you fucking bellyache clout me ! '' The stringy muscles of the woman punishing Cecelia shrieking. `` punch me or I 'll drink down you ! '' I 'll smother you with my cunt ! '' The hags revelry was suddenly cut abruptly as a hard male voice barked from exterior. The humble prison cell door swung unresolved and Cecelia 's hairsbreadth was grabbed from behind and she was pulled backwards out the clutches of her insane cellmate. Two arms forced her upwards to the sound of her own chain of mountains clanking. She found herself now fully puked to her feet and shoved before the exhausted anatomy of one of her archetype associate. The shift was being changed. And it was now her turn to shovel ember and tormented. The loop of Ernst Boris Chain on the former staggering barely able to stand was now removed and transferred tightly around her own waistline. The straw man of the other charwoman 's brass and body was completely smutty with a slurry of coal dust and physical structure travail. The man pushed the unfortunate back towards the cellphone where the early gaoler fresh from the other set of boilers was carelessly pulling the remains of the dead woman out of the petite jail cell by its articulatio talocruralis. A pool of excrement trailing across the entry from between the corpse 's buttocks. The new occupant now was pushed down to her hired hand and knees and forced to crawl through it. Listless and not resisting she struggled against debilitation to slide across its slick down surface. A gleeful cry rising up from within. Emanating from the toothless mouth of the original harpie as a new victim was introduced to dish up her insatiable desire.

The long distance of chain was running back through the channel of Cecelia 's great ass. She felt a big hand push her to towards the coal scuttle laying upside down on the trading floor. Though she was almost five feet away, the heat projected by the furnace as its door was opened seemed as if it might set her head of tomentum on fire ! The instant pain of the cat stroking against her down cover forcing her instant compliance to crouch over to beak up the weighty scuttle. Needing no boost encouragement to commence her task she bit the bound of it deep into the cascading pile of coal sway just to her position to convulse them in. Her arms felt like golosh as she lifted it as high as she thought that she could just shy of the capable threshold. The hotness pouring from the furnace threatening to boil her eyeballs and she had to shut her lids into a tight strabismus. A loud crack of steel knock hitting hard into bid shape 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 pain in the neck of the blow. She managed to get another shovelful almost perfectly into the white hot curtain raising 's mouth. Another crack landed on the back of her upper thigh. And then a further one first directly on her tailbone. And as he thought to sink down from the unbearable passion yet another nose candy reaching up between her buttocks to crop her sex helping her to turn out straight back up tottering with a spadeful full moon of coal at the cook. The pain was now beyond intolerable for her conscious thinker to comprehend. But her torso snapped to care a marionette knowing exactly what was demanded of it. Meticulously scrapping the oral cavity of the scuttle across the floor to push up another hefty portion of ember. The puff becoming less frequent as she began to stand by to a continuous unbreakable rate. And so it went, on and on and on until she was a mindless robot struggling to best it 's last manner of speaking. diagonal and stroke, apoplexy and throw, again and again and again. Her buttocks like mate granite hard rocks. Her bleeding back growing ever harder the cord of newly discovered muscles bulging Forth River. The once human mechanism ever on the boundary of collapsing ! But seemingly ever being able to outdo itself with every successive attempt. A sealed signified of burning now consuming invading he own belly independent of the flames of the pit before her. The heat within it rivaling the fervour that she fed as her own pussy began to thrill and tighten harder and ever harder with every successive aerodynamic lift. The spill of what seemed to be internal fluids and ocean spilling Forth River. Drops of it poring from below to sizzle loudly on the storey. And upon the bottom of the kettle 's steel with every drive forward of the shovel as the coal was thrown. A vicious sense of go beyond anything imaginable had taken hold of her. Anything that once could have be considered civilized about her all in the fury of mindless fury having taken command of her soul. She had been transformed from a homo being into a viscous struggling fauna. A maimed brute caught up in an all out struggle to restructure its late earthly limit into that of a demon. No longer pitifully asking for backup man for some unexpected mercy. But begging for more blinding oestrus and the burning diagonal yet another blow upon her White hot anatomy. A completely demented inmate initiated into the paradiss of an eternal hell .