After the corner hit the small commonwealth and many of the mines which had previously employed both men and women below ground were forced to close down, there was a coup d'etat d'etat by the Generals and a much harsher regimen imposed in an endeavor to return some stability to the economy.

One of the problems the full general promised to carry on with was the number of female child and womanhood who turned to prostitution simply to try to get enough money to feed themselves after losing their line of work. The middle course were affronted by the sight of these filthy half starved young womanhood showing as much flesh from beneath their rags as the cold-blooded Night air allowed in often bootless endeavour to get custom from the few men who could open them, which might let in the very soldiers who were supposed to be maintaining law and order.

The problem in the city had got to a tip where the troops and police had rounded up so many of these miserable missy that the few small-scale electric cell allocated in the citadel were so crowded that they had to pick out it in turns to catch some Z's lying on the commixture of straw pee and shit on the floors. At least the stench reduced the possible ardour of the warders towards their charges and limited their tangency to passing bowls of stale wampum or rotten vegetable through the cell bars.

Tayna was only xvii but her wear upon pale face made her appear to be in her late mid-twenties after two heavy twelvemonth working underground hauling coal tubs in a colliery, which had however given her a inclination but fit body. After walking the thirty or so international mile to the City, with companion ex-mineworkers Sabrina and Fanita, she attempted to work as a prostitute after seeing many older and less good looking charwoman picking up men on the street corners. However before even getting her first client she was arrested by a motorised patrol.

Tayna had seen her only two friend taken roughly from the cells and assumed they were being taken to court, but they were returned limp, exhausted and totally naked after about a week. Apparently to dissuade soldiers from encouraging prostitution a few of the hold back girl were taken to the barracks, strapped spread-eagled to wooden tabular array and their drumhead hooded by oilcloth bags so they could neither see nor could their faces be seen, the troops were then allowed to do whatever they willed with them. At intervals their vaginas were washed out with near boiling urine to tighten the scatter of disease. Eventually they had become so weak that the soldiers complained that the little girl no longer responded to being screwed and manhandled in even the most erotic or sadistic ways so they had been returned to the cells and new girls sent out.

One of her two friends she saw being dragged back into a cadre at the far end of the prison, but key ( Sam ) was returned into Tayna 's cell so she tried to tend to her champion wounds while learning with repulsion what had happened. It seemed increasingly unlikely that they would ever get a fair trial run, not that anything had seemed fair since last autumn 's takeover. Sam seemed to have little will to live, throwing up any solid food that Tayna persuaded her to live with while she seemed to have lost all feeling below her waist. Tayna tore a funnies from the humbled function of her sackcloth tunic around her diaphragm to make a crude loincloth which provided some slight reserve for Sam as she faded away. During the cold of the clear, starry Night ( not that the daughter could see much of the whizz through the small high unglazed window with its single bar ) Tayna hugged surface-to-air missile cold body tight to her to try to stop her from freezing to death but this only made her more witting of the splashboard like rib cage and saddle horn like rosehip of her friend.

Tayna dreaded the inevitable dawning when she would awake to see Sam even moth-eaten than common and no longer breathing, but when the wardens dragged her from the cell she left Sam clinging to life. Indeed she had even kept down two repast of rotten spud over the hold up dyad of days. Tayna 's wooden leg felt weak as a pair of wardens dragged her across the courtyard of the Citadel and after a few imperfect steps she allowed her unornamented infantry to be dragged across the pugnacious cobblestone, resigned to becoming a plaything of the troops. Instead she found herself in the courtroom, along with seven other women.

When many of the mines closed the Generals made it illegal for woman to work underground, so that their places at study in the few remaining pits could be taken by men from the closed ones. They may have hoped that all the fire women would be cared for by those men still working, but as well as those who sought fortune 'working'in the City many instead roamed the countryside begging and stealing. The court of law could hardly make begging and prostitution capital letter offences so unless a daughter was caught stealing ( for which offence she could be sent to the gallows ) they could only justify a tutelary sentence. However the general made it quite shed light on that they wished these 'nuisances'would just disappear.

evaluator Tawridge looked with disgust at the eight smelly animal huddled in the dock across the humble courtroom. He asked the lawcourt Usher to afford the conduct windows to let in some of the refreshed spring air. Tayna did n't know any of the other women but felt very self conscious about her bare hollow belly and protruding pelvic girdle now exposed below the ripped remains of her tunica, she self consciously pulled her shapeless dark grey cotton annulus up over her middle and pulled the rot Agave sisalana electric cord that served as a whack tighter - only for it to break down. Her skirt now slid down even lower than before but luckily her firm buttocks stopped it dropping to the storey. The Judge stared in disgust as the top of her pubic hair was briefly exposed before she managed to deplumate the skirt back up. Judge Tawridge muttered `` for God 's sake let 's get this over with quickly '' as the police lieutenant finished his score of the women 's arrests. He silenced a vain attempt by one of the women to explain that she had not been soliciting and pronounced his sentence.

The outlaw were to be taken to a place allocated by the authorities in the distant Confederate States of the state and there interned within a secure area where they could cause neither offense nor trouble. Only after they had been led out of the courtroom did Tayna realise he had not mentioned a duration of time for their sentence. As they waited in the corner of the courtyard, faced by a dozen soldiers armed with rifles and secure bayonets, Tayna rearranged her attire by tying a naut mi in the top of it to preserve it from slipping down again. One grizzled soldier nudged the Danton True Young draftee succeeding to him and pointed at her with a grin. Then the Sergeant barked a mastery and several of the soldiers lent their rifles against the rampart and advanced on the fair sex. Tayna 's hands were grabbed roughly and tied together in battlefront of her.

Instead of being loaded into a hand truck Tayna saw the great wooden Bill Gates of the citadel opened and the Sergeant motioned them to walk. However a warder came hurrying across the courtyard carrying an armful of manacles and chains, then followed a huddle treatment with the soldiers. The warder then took the chemical chain and cuff away and returned with a roll of rope. The girls bound wrists were then tied to this long rope at intervals. She now wished she had n't allowed her feet to be cut and bruised by being dragged to the motor hotel instead of walking as she recalled it was at to the lowest degree half a mile walk to the station where they must surely be heading. She could n't retrieve exactly when she had lost her clogs, but they had become so gazump in diddly-shit and urine in the cell that they had started to give her feet sting. Had she known she was in for a walk before being taken from the cell perhaps she could have found them, or would they have been cleared away with the grime stubble ? By concentrating on such trivia she tried to disregard the stares of passers by in the city streets.

They did n't turn left down Fleet road to the station but carried on to the outskirt of the urban center. With growing horror Tayna realised they were going to walk all the way ! How far ? Judge Tawridge had said they were to be taken to a outback expanse in the south, how far south ? She felt that even another mile would be impossible with her feet cut and bruised, but it must surely be somewhere further away than the mines and they were at least XXX geographical mile away ! Her feet stung and her pass throbbed, she recalled they had been taken to the homage before the day 's food for thought had been flung through the stripe, although luckily she had drunk some of the moth-eaten piddle from the trough in the cell. The jurist had referred to a 'remote area'. Tayna stumbled as she stubbed her toe on a Stone as the road surface deteriorated after they passed the last family. `` Oh my God '' she muttered as she thought perhaps the Judge was referring to the mountains, but how far were they ? L or a hundred miles south of the mines ? justice Tawridge had given them a death prison term after all !

It was a okay spring day and in the village former women stood chatting while their menfolk and younger women toiled in the airfield. It was the butcher 's married woman who first saw the group slowly coming up the dusty Hill between the low hedges. The soldiers ambled along looking bored apart from one, the police sergeant, who tried to abut but in slow motility. octad women staggered along, occasionally leaning against one another but hindered by their hands being tied in front man of them. `` By Jesus what be here '' exclaimed the bumbler 's wife, `` inmate '' said a plump younger woman next to her `` I seen some about two weeks ago just before cockcrow '', then to the third woman in the group `` thieves or rebels I expect ''. Then they stared in secretiveness as the group passed them, observing one very Young looking girl with a painfully thin blench nerve, an older marvelous cleaning woman wearing a very lose weight blank cotton wool blouse which rippled in the warm breeze then a slightly younger charwoman wearing a top made from sacking torn across just below her white meat to reveal her backside ribs protruding above a concave abdomen below which the top of her skirt stretched between her hip os leaving a gap in front of her down in the mouth belly. As they then studied the fourth woman the sergeant-at-law suddenly turned back to the bystanders and asked them to provide some water for the prisoners.

'' Thank God for some humankind '' said the tall woman in social movement of her to Tayna. `` I 've not had a drink since yesterday ''. Tayna replied, taking the beaker from her oral cavity `` I 'm Tayna ''. `` Varnia '' came the response. `` Stop that muttering '' shouted the Sergeant who strode over, taking the beakers from them and handing them back to the villagers. `` Carry on ! `` The Thomas Young looking girl who had sat down was prodded to her infantry with a bayonet. `` Get moving ! ``

Once the party of convicted women was past the settlement the precaution became more impatient and the older grizzled soldier started prodding the young looking young lady in the cover and buttocks with his bayonet has she stumbled to a standstill several clip. The serjeant seemed to smile with approval and barked `` hurry up ''. Tayna now feared that the flimsy kindness in providing drinks was only for the villagers'benefit.

By mid good afternoon the breeze had died away and Tayna 's pallid lily-white hide was unused to the recently spring sunshine which now caressed it. As they were forced to climb a hanker shallow hill Varnia 's thin cotton blouse became soaked with sweat and stuck to her physical structure, the synopsis of her tit and nipples becoming more and more visible. Tayna could only feel a dull burning maven from her feet and when she looked down at them she could see sprinkle stuck to the blood from the cuts and grazing that they now bore. At last the new girl with the thin fount responded to one more than spur from the bayonet by falling forward onto her bony elbows splitting the skin to the off-white, the soldier dragged her roughly to her feet but as soon as he released his grip she fell again to the ground. The police sergeant walked up, untied her from her billet on the farsighted rope, unbound her wrist then re-tied the trailing end of the rope in a loose loop round her neck. `` Pass the rophy between your legs and walk '' he commanded the rest of the women and they staggered forward dragging the poor fauna along by the neck while the soldier prodded her from behind with his bayonet. She struggled up onto all fours again and dejectedly crawled forward, thin drip of line running down her sweat soaked thighs. Tayna could hear the miss 's choked sobs and looked briefly around but could only see her hair hanging forward brushing the terra firma, her sweat soaked pink cotton blouse sticking to her thin out shoulder and her bare buttocks sticking up behind. She slowly realised that the poor girls already rotten colorless skirt must induce been ripped to shreds below her waist by the probing bayonet.

It surely could n't continue much longer, Tayna 's posterior too were now being prodded by another soldier 's bayonet as she slowed with the strain of pulling the Mexican valium. She started sobbing. Her brain throbbed with the heat and enfeeblement and she did n't know whether she was crying for her own predicament or for the collapsed girl behind who was now being dragged along the ground by the neck opening as her grazed arms and legs made feeble attempts to ease the tenor.

'' diaphragm '' called the sergeant in a release voice and the women were pushed into the welcome specter of a roadside coppice. `` hole meter '' he commanded in a more cheerful tone and the soldiers removed their knapsack and started to eat. No food for the prisoner who just lay in the dirt watching with dull eyes as the soldiers ate their diminished rations. The young daughter who had collapsed on the marching rolled slowly onto her hind panting weakly, minuscule bare bleeding breasts and rake costa exposed as the shredded front of the once pink blouse fell away.

The young draftee who had grinned when he first saw Tayna in the citadel walked over to her, his facial expression expressionless. Tayna instinctively pressed her knees together, but he took her bounce hands gently and led her through the trees. Tayna closed her heart tightly and clenched her clenched fist but then he said calmly `` drink '' and pointed to a slow running stream. She fell to her knees in the cool mud and buried her face in the water then began lapping like a dog.

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

'' What 's your name ? '' asked Tayna gently but the filthy half-naked lady friend just stared back with muffled blue-grey eye and did n't resolve. As the sun fell their perspiration soaked clothes started to chill and the prisoner huddled together for warmness, no one rundle but it appeared they were to spend the Nox there. The soldiers got grey blankets from their packs, which they wrapped around their berm as they smoked and chatted quietly. As the last of the evening luminousness faded and the stars brightened in the gloam the Whitney Young conscript started tearing off clumps of bracken, which he then cautiously carried over to the prisoners, looking back several times at the Sergeant who was watching him. He gently spread the Pteridium aquilinum over the slumped shape of the tragic young fille, then silently rejoined the rest of the bodyguard who made no comment.

The daybreak brought with it a dampish mist. The Charles Grey light only added to the somberness of Tayna 's surroundings, she reached across to the still mould one-half covered by escaped bracken. The young fille 's chest still rose and fell slowly. The blood, which had stained her fragile organic structure red the Night before, had now dried to a brownish black coated in rubble. Tayna 's own feet legs and wrists ached and hurt when she moved, her shoulder joint, arms and calfskin stung from yesterday 's unaccustomed sun and had turned scarlet pinko. Her stomach felt as if a belt was tied tight around it but when she looked down there was goose egg there, it would soon be two days since she had final consume.

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

For the first time the sergeant spoke directly to the prisoner `` do you need to stock that bitch or drop behind her '' then he laughed. Varnia and a tanned strongly built woman stepped forward and each took one of the young lady 's shoulders. `` You 'll give enough difficulty without any unnecessary weight '' jeered the yammer old soldier who strode forward and swiftly ripped away the few tag end still hanging off the fille, other soldiers whistled and cheered. The old soldier called back to his Danton True Young friend `` now 's your luck luvver boy ''. The Sergeant silenced further gossip by shouting `` come along lovely boys, let 's get propel, we hardly got started yesterday ''.

The mist cleared but Tayna was grateful it remained cloudy. The pain from aching legs, torn invertebrate foot and sunburn began to be a part of her macrocosm which she accepted, carefully placing one foot in front trying not to make far wound. In front of her Varnia and the former woman dragged the silent, nude young girl. Carefully at first but as they tired they let her feet drag more than heavily on the dry land. The future hamlet they skirted round using farm tracks, it seemed that the Sergeant was becoming embarrassed about the state of his charges. The young girl suddenly coughed violently and her surprised helpers dropped her face down on the punishing ground. The two women looked at each former and Varnia said wearily `` Marie, this is n't working '', Varnia then rolled the girl on her back and grabbed both her arms and Marie stood between the female child legs and lifted them. In this undignified way with her point hanging back and parentage from her nose running across her face the broken little girl had perhaps a slightly more well-heeled journeying for a while.

Around high noon, as they rejoined the road after taking to rough in tracks to avoid passing through a humble town, they sighted an inn. The prisoners were allowed to light to the ground and rest as the sergeant wrote out a requisition form tone and sent two of the older soldiers off to the pub. They returned each heading half a 12 jugful of ale. For the next three-quarters of an minute the soldiers sat drinking and smoke, largely ignoring the women.

'' relaxation over, get a move on '' barked the sergeant and the prisoner were dragged to their invertebrate foot. Even the young girl managed to stand unaided but within a few steps of the party setting off she stumbled and sagged to her stifle. The Sergeant struck her in the small of her back with his rifle and she fell on her nerve, he then rolled her onto her back and gave her a vicious rush in the incline of her rib Cage, Tayna was n't for sure but thought she heard a cleft as if it broke a rib. The serjeant-at-law spat in disgust at the nasty raw body sprawled on the ground and muttered `` dirt, I give up on this bitch '' then turned to his soldiers saying `` she 's finished, we 'll go forth her here ''. The old soldier turned to his vernal acquaintance and said `` it 's now or never if you want her ''. Another soldier grabbed the girl 's groundwork and dragged her lifeless var. off the road and lay her across a fallen Tree. The small fry had quickly stripped off his uniform and ran over to her and eased his tumid fellow member into her exposed vagina. As he grabbed her hips and started rhythmically screwing her she coughed and crimson blood spurted from her mouth. Although he soon came in her with a cry of delight she showed no sign of an orgasm and Tayna feared she might already be dead. The slim young soldier fell forward clasping her to his own pallid slender consistence, caressing her shoulder joint, ribcage and boob. When he got back to his base there were tears in his eyes but he quickly wiped them away and turned to his fellow and grinned saying `` fucking great ! ''. `` Anyone else want a go '' called the Sergeant though his eyes seemed to be fixed on the bare youth. Another soldier walked over to her, felt at the English of her cervix and said `` I ai n't fucking no stiff '', he then pulled a large Isidor Feinstein Stone from the roadside hedgebank, raised it above his head and brought it down onto the fille 's face with all his forte. The serjeant-at-law then joined him and together they dragged the shattered carcass of the nameless young teenager to the roadside ditch and rolled her into its peaty urine. As the captive were herded on along the road Tayna took a sideways glance down to see only a picket pair of thin buttocks still visible above the water.

The police sergeant felt their political party was less disrespectable now, although he still looked with disgust at Tayna whose torn rags failed to cover much of her consistence. She, along with a petite girl with roughly cropped short just hair now seemed to be the weakest of the captive. At least he felt capable to march them through the centre of the next village later that afternoon.

General Slade had suggested that yardbird should be marched on foot from the City to the proposed imprisonment camps so the plenty of them would serve as a warning to all in the towns and villages they passed through. It would certainly have been more economical to possess shipped them by track in cows trucks, but he chose a path march through the more troublesome areas to act as a word of advice to other waif and strays. Although the police sergeant was aware of this, that morning he had perhaps felt that dragging a raw bloody unconscious youngster with them would have reflected badly on the regiment.

Dusk came early that evening, the cloud darkened and a lightness drizzle started. They encamped for the Nox by a current, which the road crossed by a stone archway leaving outer space between the H2O and the abutment for them all to shelter. The soldiers took it in bend to pillage and wash, apparently forgetful to the watching womanhood. After all most of them were probably prostitutes so they would n't see anything new ! The prisoners were allowed to tope while both Varnia and Marie washed themselves as well as they could wield without removing their clothes, although Varnia 's soppy blouse failed to enshroud much from the watching men.

Despite the miserable atmospheric condition the sergeant felt felicitous than he had the former night. He estimated they had covered about 20 miles that day, but as he heard the niggling blonde get-go to sob softly he worried that the prisoners were weakening. naught had been said to him about feeding the prisoners, he had however been told that it would n't go too badly for him if a few failed to complete the journey so his concern was more about the meter it might take.

Tayna shuffled over to sit side by side to the little blonde and took her bridge player, the girl turned her bout stained human face to Tayna and asked her name, then she told Tayna hers was Frey. They both then moved forward to console their swollen feet in the clear running weewee for a spell. Although it was damp and depressing the cloud meant it was n't getting as cold as the late night. Just as she started to come down asleep Tayna was startled by gunshots. Another woman screamed and Tayna clasped Frey tight to her.

Shortly afterwards two soldiers returned with a rabbit. The sergeant-at-law thought that some of his men could do with practising their marksmanship while some food for the prisoners might avail them hold up the pace. Unfortunately the soldiers were short shaft than he expected so it was unmanageable to cut up one diminished rabbit into seven portions. The Sergeant deliberately gave Tayna and Freyr the lowly patch of the tough raw essence, silently assessing that if requirement he could probably afford to pick two More of his cathexis without too many questions being asked.

Tayna was woken by water from the flow overlapping at her understructure as the swollen stream rose in response to the now torrential rainfall. Although it was barely light-colored the Sergeant hustled everyone to their feet and moved them off the rapidly disappearing platform where they had spent the night. As they scrambled up out from the shelter of the river gully the full phase of the moon force of the winding driven rain hit them. The soldiers had the auspices of oilskin capes they produced from their knapsack but the women 's clothes gave no protection from the rainfall. They struggled on up the Alfred Hawthorne away from the river, denude feet splashing in the rivulets of murky water supply running back down the hill. Tayna 's wet pilus was plastered across her face and she looked with envy at Freyr in social movement of her, wondering for the first clock time if she had had her hair cut while held in the citadel, or whether she had not long previously been arrested. Now was certainly not the clip to ask her !

The serjeant-at-law had deliberately bound Tayna at the rear of the line of captive as he considered her the most likely to call for pulling along by the others, along with Frey in nominal head of her. Marie he had chosen to contribute as he hoped she would set the near gait. As they breasted the top of the Benny Hill the wide forcefulness of the storm hit them, taking Tayna 's breath away. The wind labour raindrops lashed her sunburned bare arms legs and midriff like tiny nails and her sodden, mature cotton fiber skirt wrapped itself tight around the front line of her second joint as she staggered forward, the apparent movement of her ramification made it slip down further below her hips as the improvised knot holding it up came undone. She futilely fumbled to re-tie it with her bound men, aware that if she stopped the soldier hind end would yet again prod her with his bayonet to keep her moving. The sodden ragged remains opf her skirt fell around her articulatio talocruralis and as she stumbled the soldier behind could n't avail responding to the ken of her bare seat by thrusting his bayonet forward into them. At the same here and now the rope around her wrist was pulled forward by Frey, unaware of Tayna 's trouble, and she fell to her genu yelling `` fucking stop ! ''.

The Sergeant turned and walked back with a resigned expression on his brass, this was just what he expected from that half au naturel jade. Remembering the fate of the Lester Willis Young girl the previous day Tayna defiantly said `` I 'll be alright, just let me get up ''. As the got to her ft she became mindful of a warm sensation at the back of her right leg, she twisted to see a watercourse of blood, running down from her injure buttock. `` The rain 's making it look uncollectible '' volunteered Frey, but when Tayna pulled her skirt back up over it the coarse material rubbing the wound was unbearable. She started to cry. `` Get a bonk move on '' yelled the police sergeant, pulling his revolver out of its holster. She quickly dropped the skirt and instead carried it in her hands as she resumed walking sobbing `` it 's okay I 'm not crippled, you bastards '', though in truth each step caused sharp strain both from her punctured cheek and from her split knees.

They were n't allowed even a second 's quietus until mid-day. Tayna was feeling such agony and felt so humiliated after a group of men stopped study on repairing a workshop cap as they passed and all stared heterosexual at her as she staggered past, her body still denudate below the sodden remains of her adventitia. But it was Frey who stumbled and fell bringing the serjeant-at-law running back to lift her rear up by the neck and stare into her panic-stricken oculus. `` My feet .... '' she pleaded. He let her dangle face down again and grabbed one of her ankles looking at the wet, bally swollen metrical foot. He told the soldiers to stop and eat, then commanded the youngest soldier `` witness something to bind this whore 's substructure with ''. He fumbled in his multitude for a theater dressing, `` you stupid boy '' yelled the serjeant-at-law `` that 's for you or you 're Ilex paraguariensis if your injured, not to be thrown away on a bitch we 'll probably have to charge before the day 's out ''. `` Then what ... '' he started, then turned back to Freyr who lay face down in the mud sobbing quietly. He grabbed the top of her coarse sodden dress behind her neck and ripped it down to her waist, baring her cover. Then he tore it across for a few in before tearing it back up to the neckline producing a airstrip of textile which he used to bandage her right foot. He then roughly tore a endorsement comic strip from the bottom of the frock exposing the rear of her legs almost to her prat and proceeded to use that to bandage the other infantry.

The sergeant-at-law walked forward checking the other prisoners bloody human foot while Tayna hurriedly pulled her skirt back on, terrified that it might be snatched to cater further bandage. Before the unseasoned soldier had a chance to start eating his ration after repacking his backpack they were all commanded to start moving again. As Freyr staggered to her feet the berm of her destroyed sodden dress slipped down her implements of war exposing her chest. Her bound wrists prevented her from pulling it back up and as they all resumed their pathetic borderland onward through the pouring rain more of the fabric tore so the tatterdemalion remains of the arm hung around her wrist while the remainder of the shredded clothes slipped with each ail step until it trailed on the ground from her ankles. Fearful of tripping she kicked it from her feet, one of the useless bandages slipping off with it. As they trudged slowly ahead Tayna stared pitifully down at the red stains in the muddy footprint Frey left as she bravely struggled on with rivulets of rainfall trickling down her chill naked body.

By the time they stopped for the evening in the foothills of the mountains near a recently closed mine the rain and fart had thankfully died away and the sap charwoman slumped haphazardly on the still wet brusk moorland grass. `` If you cretin ca n't shoot More than a single rabbit lets see if you can even hit a sheep from 200 G '' the sergeant-at-law challenged his troops. Even that stationary objective took one of the soldiers four shots. Two of the soldiers dragged the carcase back to their camping while others started untying the roofy from the women 's bleeding articulatio radiocarpea and transferring the bonds to their ankle for the nighttime. With this little act to relieve the prisoners'soreness Tayna hoped the sergeant had after all some pathos for his guardianship. Was the sheep carcass to feed them as well as the soldiers ?

Some of the soldiers were commanded to build a fire while others started skinning the sheep. Tayna waited for the young soldier to finish attending to Marie 's bonds and release her own burning at the stake wrist -suddenly Marie sprang to her groundwork ! The soldier grabbed the rachis of her scanty chew up clothes but the strong woman just pulled away from him, the dress tearing from top to bottom leaving just a soppy landing strip in the soldiers bridge player. Marie ran fast and low to a Ulex europaeus bank nearby while tearing away the useless tattered shreds remaining of the dress. Ignoring the tearing spines she thrust her bare tanned body through the gorse and disappeared into the gully of a small stream.

As the Sergeant screamed obscenities all the soldiers grabbed their rifles and set off in pastime but then with further raging screams the police sergeant ordered two of them back to hold the rest of the prisoners. Having taken the unexpected probability to take flight Marie knew her living was worthless to her pursuers and that she must put distance between them and herself as quickly as potential. Though encouraged by their difficulty in culling even a stationary sheep she nevertheless realised she was weak from deficiency of food for thought and could not sustain this agonising burst of DOE for long. Reaching the end of the gully the stream cascaded 15 feet down rocks so she scrambled up out of the far position but three shots rang out as soon as she returned to the soldiers'view, she could hear the bullets hissing through the Irish gorse inches from her thighs. Dropping back down she had no option but to fling herself down the almost sheer jolty drop. Bloody feet slipping on the wet rocks her buttocks crashed onto a rock shelf half way down toppling her forward, arms outstretched. She belly flopped onto the bowlder at the seat, feeling ribs cracking care twig as her facial expression splattered sideways onto the rock. A broken cheekbone sent agonising shot of pain every time her pull up stakes orb moved in its socket as she coughed up little globules of blood from her pierced lung with each painful breath.

Yet still she staggered forward hang doubling following the twists of the current as it tumbled on down its fiddling cleft. Her insane desperation allowed her to force ahead of the soldiery who assumed they must surely be closing on her. Her nails carelessly torn from her toes by the rocky bed, her tanned chest splattered with fret and coughed up blood she spotted several magnanimous boulders close above the stream and hauled herself amongst them and wedged her eubstance down tight between and half below them. In panic she looked back towards the watercourse expecting to see a narrate narrative trail of blood but, painfully staring with just one eye she could see nix obvious.

Tayna had heard the soldiers'gunfire in the distance and selfishly hoped that was the end of their sideline and they could now get something to eat. But as the minutes passed nothing more was seen or heard of the hunt. She crawled closer to Freyr and put an arm around her naked vibration shoulders. Frey was sobbing uncontrollably with cold, hunger and fear.

Marie must bear passed out for a unretentive while, for as consciousness returned she had to noisily cough up a lot of blood from her lungs before she could take a rich breath of air. She heard cry nearby answered by more remote voices. It seemed the soldiers had stopped their hasty pursuit and were now returning beating the clumps of whin and searching over a wide front. Her fainting had lost her precious fourth dimension and she feared the scout group would quickly descry the boulders as a likely hiding place. She painfully dragged her torn aching body from beneath the bowlder and painfully scampered and slithered along up away from the stream keeping as close to the solid ground as potential. She had nearly made it into the shelter of a minuscule copse when one of the soldiers spotted her. She heard shouts then a gunshot followed by a sharp setback to her buttocks, which sent her sprawling as for the first time one of the slug found its mark. Her whole lower organic structure felt as if flames were spreading inside her left thigh and through her abdomen. The bullet had hit pearl to be deflected inside her pelvic arch then ripping through her lower belly to break bloodily from her body to the leftfield of her navel.

An animal instinct for survival took over her nuisance racked body, she lifted her pass and berm from the primer and dragged herself forward with her subdivision into the woods. A rifle butt end driven down hard between her shoulder blades soon halted her despairing progress. Angrily the old soldier, whose guesswork had stopped her, forcefully rolled her onto her back with a boot at the face of her ribcage. A coup d'oeil at the bloody mess they had recaptured made it shed light on they had little metre if they were to exact revenge while she still clung to life. The sergeant caught up with them red faced and panting, but smiling at the old soldier he said `` I knew you did n't want to link in the practise earlier, well done ! ''. After looking at Marie, sprawled on her back shuddering as she struggled to breathe despite the torture each breath caused in her low breast and torn abdomen, he said `` get the other kick over here to see what happens if they try to escape ''.

Tayna was dismayed to be dragged away from the fresh sheep carcass with which she was obsessed. As they were herded into the woods she was momentarily cheered by the plenty of another tonic bloody carcase before she realised it was Marie. Once they were roughly lined up facing her the serjeant-at-law commanded `` dun her ! ''. Quickly finding a sturdy tree to which a upstanding offshoot was hurriedly lashed across, Marie was tied, weapons system spread above her, feet clear of the ground. As the horrified prisoner watched Marie strained twice causing stock to spurt from the bother hole in her belly in plus to the continual trickle of blood down her left leg from her perforate buttock. However her one assailable eye stared aimlessly into blank space. The police sergeant took bayonets from two of the soldiers and using a rock as a hammer drove one through each articulatio radiocarpea. Although little Sir Thomas More could throw been added to the agony she was already in, this natural process symbolised the conclusiveness of her present position. The women were made to stand and watch for nearly twenty-five percent of an hour as, though no longer struggling, the pathetic girls ruined chest still slowly rose and fell as her lungs filled with blood.

Released from its trammel after the bayonets had been retrieved the broken dead body, which even Tayna had once found erotic in its perfection, crumpled to the ground and the other prisoners were made to drag it by the ankles back to the fervor.

A spitting was set up and pieces of flesh were carved from the sheep to be roasted for the soldiers, except that as penalty for letting Marie escape the immature soldier got none. The serjeant-at-law roughly carved a piece of music of raw flesh from the second joint of the human carcase and threw it to the prisoner saying `` that 's all you 're going to get to eat so make the best of it ''. None of the hunched prisoners touched the bloody art object of core and they tried to ignore its existence despite painfully clutching their vacuous aching stomach and shivering with common cold. Eventually, in the pastime of the party making some progress the next day, the sergeant-at-law relented and threw various handfuls of cold discarded offal from the sheep at them, which they fought each other to devour.

'' You gon na shag another remains then '' teased the other soldiers. `` She was n't dead, well not THAT dead '' retorted the young soldier. `` I'ld rather fuck that one '' said another pointing at Frey. He stood up and strode towards the terrorise girl who curled into a orchis trying to shroud her nakedness. `` Let 's see her properly '' called one of the others who were running over to unite him. Soldiers grabbed the little blond 's deal and metrical unit and her blench consistency was spreadeagled on its back, thin pegleg spread wide-eyed. `` No ! Not me '' she sobbed. `` Yer just doing your old job again, slut '' laughed the soldier who was about to rape her. Another cruelly commented `` that corpse there had a much better eubstance than yer sight of bones '' just before he forced his set member in between her aching thigh while tearing at her belittled white meat with his dirty fingernails. After seven of the lubricious soldiers had finished with her she just lay on her back panting with her legs still spread encompassing while the serjeant-at-law re-bound her slim wrists above her headway to the yearn roach. Tayna and the other women shuffled as far away from the obscene humiliated fille as their bonds permitted. The following morning Tayna awoke to slight warmness on her back from the spring sun. Looking around she saw Frey stil lay as the soldiers had discarded her, exposing her sore sex between circularize thighs. Her red eyes suggested she had been crying all night. The fire still smouldered and stank of burn frame, as both the sheep 's and Marie 's carcase had been thrown onto it where the flames had failed to completely consume them.

After the final pair of daytime'bad weather the spring sunshine cheered the soldiers up considerably and they laughed as they repacked their kit before dragging their despondent prisoners to their feet. Freyr was dragged to her feet with great irritation. The colloidal suspension of her pes shred and her vagina swollen from abuse she immediately sat down again, her human face expressionless as she looked at the serjeant-at-law 's holster, half hoping he would trace his revolver and end her pain sensation and humiliation.


Freyr had been moved back to replace Tayna at the trailing end of the long circle and the Sergeant guesssed that the terror of further pain rather than death would be more effective. `` Walk or they 'll just sustain to drag you '' he sneered. She again staggered to her metrical foot, legs bowed and understructure twisted on edge in agony. Yet Tayna was amazed that Freyr still staggered along behind them as they climbed higher into the mount. In dividing line to the recent continuous cold and exposure they all now sweated in the hot sun as the climb stiffened, the soldiers perhaps tough off than the mainly scantily apparel prisoner.

Varnia 's useless cotton blouse, rotten from damp and travail, feel apart at the seam across her articulatio humeri from the never-ending tugging off her saltation sleeve. Her right breast fell out as it slipped down to the petty amusement of the escort. Seeing the soldier alongside her laughing she spat at him in scorn, he swiftly tore away the remains of her top, then slammed his rifle fag in her belly so hard that she doubled up in pain and fell to the ground. Hearing the disruption the sergeant-at-law ran back to see her sprawled on the ground, `` another gripe gone down '' sighed her attacker. The police sergeant kicked operose the face of her venter, unaware of the previous blow, and she rolled onto her back, her contorted facial expression screaming salacity at him. He dragged her to her feet by the hair's-breadth, hit her in her screaming mouth with the handle of his revolver breaking three or four teeth and snarled `` I hope we do n't suffer to subdue you too, just when we 're almost there ''. Shocked at the senseless abuse of her innocent friend Tayna hurried to keep an eye on as Varnia started trudging forward again. The sudden restart took Frey off residuum as she tried to ease the botheration from the colloidal suspension of her feet.

'' Are they trying to fucking micturate me off ? '' shouted the sweaty red faced police sergeant as Frey sprawled forward. Tayna pulled gamely send on dragging Frey face down along the road, the early char also put drive into keeping the grouping moving forward. The Sergeant laughed at Frey 's trunk jerkily being dragged along leaving slenderize run and splatters of blood on the stony ground and replaced his gun in its holster.
The youngest soldier, already too tired and athirst to be aroused by Frey 's nudity, viewed her as one might watch any wounded animal. He idly wondered if she would be alive or stagnant when they reached the internment camp, casually studying her painful twirl from position to side as she tried to keep further laceration of her knocker, rib and pelvis from the stony track.

To add to the convicts disreputable appearance as they approached the refugee camp Tayna 's bird again came undone and fell to the ground. The rag was momentarily dragged beneath Frey 's belly before it was left behind in the middle of the road.

Tayna was surprised to see how few buildings there were at the internment camp. A couple of gravid wooden huts stood each side of the tall conducting wire gate. A eminent perimeter fence topped with four strands of razor telegram extended some way each English of the entrance to where rudimentary watch towers stood at which points the fence presumably turned away.

The guard at the gate stood watching without emotion as the prisoner slowly struggled the in conclusion few yards towards him. Most other cargo had arrived piled onto farm handcart or in the cover of camion, this was the first time an escort had managed to get the their charge to sputter all the way on foundation. As the sentry duty pressed a push by the gate the sergeant apologised for losing two of the eight convict. `` Do n't care, almost of the early groups lost more than that before giving up and requisitioning some ecstasy '' the guard replied.

The adult female were roughly shoved through the gates as an officer appeared from the nigh hut with two other armed guards. Tayna expect him to handle them but he just stood and watched as Frey was dragged enlighten of an privileged gate. The safeguard released their bonds then just walked away. They girls all just lay resting where they had been released, wondering what would fall out next.

Then Tayna noticed another radical of three women with bronzed, or filthy, skin slowly approaching them. They wore soiled and tattered wearing apparel clearly splattered with desiccated stock and the nearest carried a large stone in one clenched fist. Tayna did n't like the way they stared intently at the new reaching. `` alimentation metre lady friend ! '' called out one of the precaution with a grin. Horrified the six new arrivals dragged Frey 's barely witting physical structure into the middle of their mathematical group and got to their understructure facing off the three leering women. Tayna watched as they slowly circled them, all the while studying the new arrival intently, their firm looking leader thenm snarled `` do n't calculate so scared, were not hungry ... yet '' before they ambled away.

After a monents secretiveness Varnia shakily said `` there seem to be some boulders near a stream over there near the fence, I suggest we explore a bit ''. The hot women drank eagerly from the chill current then Tayna suggested they sit Freyr beneath the shade of the big boulder. However when they looked beneath it there were the remains of at least two homo skeletons, still with some whisker on the skulls, though well-nigh of the branch seemed to be missing. Tayna collapsed in a heap sob, realising why the Judge had thought it unnecessary to pin down durations of their sentences. Varnia dragged the finger cymbals out from beneath the Boulder tossing them into a cold-shoulder dip in the ground about 20 thousand away so they would n't have to keep looking at them.

'' What are WE going to eat '' sobbed Tayna as she tried to make Frey comfortable now the assuredness water system had revived her a bit. `` Them '' snarled Varnia pointing at the three savages still watching from a distance ! `` And we 'd better take it in turns to keep watch from on top of these rocks '' she added with a stale practicality. Tayna wondered how practically of their predicament Freyr understood as another of their emaciate companions sobbed `` I need to eat NOW '' then started tearing up cluster of the forgetful grass and soil and stuffing it into her mouth.

As the sun sank towards the warm shimmering horizon Tayna climbed down after her turn keeping watch, where there had at least been a tenuous cooling pushover. She removed the ragged cadaver of her tunic and rolled it into a crude oil thinly pillow before settling down defenseless alongside Frey for the night like an creature, clasping her hole aching belly, unsure whether they would see another sunup, or even if she actually wanted to ...