Cecilia was considered a bit shorter and certainly too stout for an actress even by standards of the late nineteenth century. A girl of wider girth with ample hips and large teats to match she may have represented one of the more antediluvian good example of erstwhile Yorkshire Saxon stock certificate. It may have been her family having lived in the West of England for generations had offered little in the way of glamorous opportunities to wayward girls without married man. Especially those who dreamed of far off seat in the guise of assuming the titles belonging to the titled elite and princesses. A fate that most of the plebeian gumption working men of that shire would own been hesitant to admit at best to harboring a longing for. The Mediterranean and the East beyond were shoes related only in ale sodden late night boastful tales by ex-grenadiers who had taken the big businessman 's coin and had with God 's soundly mercifulness had come back from those faraway shore to live to recount them. Much of this bluster was considered four flush from too many liberal tankards of ale by this innkeeper 's daughter. But the lingering ring of situation exotic had nested itself ringing constantly in the capitulum of her otherwise vacate headland. This physically sizable female taking on certain foreign aires over local ones and remaining ever eager to listen to any late Nox bluster spouted by a pensioner. A mental goal congealing that she would one day train the opportunity to visit these places, given the the right way opportunity of grade. In the meanwhile somewhat emboldened by her attenuated romantic nature she was subsequently caught in taking a rank tumble with the local merchant 's youthful married son. This being someone that had a phratry in heights standing with the local gentry of the surrounding community. And now her as extend near presence posed a moral quandary for the report of the community for passive harmonious area values she was considered a someone of unpardonable unscrupulous standing. The following Sunday she was called out in Christian church the next Lord's Day as a Delilah and thus began to come down the route that eventually led to her proscription format he shire. This event setting in motion a series of events would rule her set out unexpectedly set out upon the road engaged upon a journeying that would ultimately rule her very far afield in such rarified billet as she had oft heard told of. The pittance that she had in her purse to move Forth affording her a quick passage to London.with was mostly purloined from a random coin here or there snatched swiftly off the table from that previous business deal in blindly drunken men gone temporarily sightless. Now in the clutches herself of the vagaries of this same sort of blind destiny she arrived at the bully metropolis'meager outskirts with minuscule to sustain her.

Several days of wandering these outskirts of British capital growing closer to penniless by the hour with little awareness of city trickster guile. The compounding of same leading young girlfriend of her age ever closer and in some caseful gullibly too willingly to the possibility of falling prey to the iniquitous devises from unprincipled male person hands in residency always there. Cecelia being no elision. She became the prime nominee of the hr as the roll unescorted and aimless into the grounds of a traveling sideshow soon awed by the announce pageantry of gaudy standard announcing the virtue of many exotic acts. Her Svengali spying her from afar in his jet pitch-dark frock coast with its spectacular atomic number 79 and putting surface chevron striped vest. A somewhat wind looking impresario he ran one of the pocket-size less visited display of the carnival whose banners garishly claimed to harbor the rarest most gifted exotic beauties garnered from the four corners of the recognize world. The four corner described in fact being any corner that he could scrounge the pursuit of any willing maiden over sufficiently down on her circumstances to give birth not tasted food for the let day or two. A meat pie and several countenance of brown bitters later accompanied by fantastic tale of the liveliness available as a performer upon the grander leg of Europe entertaining dukes and kings giving him another game hen for his accumulation. These baroque tales of faraway lieu and the accompanying generousness being wined and dined as a youngster 'cause celebrate'by its narrator sufficing to see to it her of well-off opportunity to go up as a star of the theater under his hanker experienced and well-versed bridge player. The thought of which no dubiety suited her well. Yet at times become tarnished by the arrival of another sonsie dish of over ample proportions in line with her own. It was a bit dissatisfactory to think that she might be required to share her title of respect as the center of attraction with this quickly growing small ensemble of three other charwoman captivated by her impresario 's easy promise of fame and ill fame. Ones that vied in a near to touch robustness to her own bodice and rose hip. But she felt confident of herself in turning the heads of any likely interview of males much just than the rest in consideration her own late experience in plying the topical anesthetic lads back in the shire.

The power train to Southampton taking the small retinue to a bundle steamer south scheduled to dock first at the port of Calais. The sizing of the ship excited the young lady almost as a good deal at the generosity exhibited by their new employer. Once on panel each allowed to opt a new frock from one of his two heavy soft-shell clam chests making up the entireness of his luggage. Though she was unaccustomed to sea travel the embarking of this minor company of some four female person superintended by her employer and his gentleman enflamed a newly discovered unkindly desire for ocean change of location. Cecelia was sad that their that their schedule demanded disembarking at Calais to catch a train south to seduce an urgent reservation in Marseilles. The ever unsatiable requirement of being in show business sector as her employer reminded them all took precedence over any case-by-case desire. A minuscule Mary Leontyne Price to pay for the renown awaiting them. The railroad train journeying seemed as arduous as it was swift. The group having to hurriedly make connecter at respective depots with only moments to spare between catch. The tasting of coal dust and periods of monotony betwixt frenzied transfers taking its toll on the worn out women. After more than a full day 's change of location they arrived at their terminus on the seacoast of the dark Mediterranean. A carriage from the storehouse depositing their weary revue at a small dingy dockside hotel on the harbor 's edge. The fuming showman having just before stomped about mightily in a presentation of frustrated madness beside the steam issuing sympathetically in consort from the string 's engine. The source of his discontent coming from a modest penciled musical 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 state of affairs only to be a temporary one as their adjustment at the K castle Hotel which was in the throw of finishing its highest season of occupancy had overbooked but had promised with profuse apologia that the situation out be rectified by the future day.

The woman sighed collectively as they took in the lustreless outside of the two-story rat ambuscade that to a distich of them was all too familiar spirit to what they previously privy to. In a fatherly tone he twisted at his mustache an consoled the grouping that it was best that they all settle into these quarters to get needed residuum this evening. The early morning would soon be upon them after a good night 's sleep when they all would travel by car to estimable surroundings in the best part of town where their hotel was located. The impresario 's servant appeared as if by magic trick bringing Forth River a carafe of dark red wine quickly passing glasses to the rest. `` Drink deeply my smasher for tonight the greatest dangerous undertaking of your lives beginsI '', said the executor of their collective aspiration. `` An odd toast ? ``, Cecelia reckoned to herself ? `` But then dramaturgy tribe were nothing else if they were not an odd lot ! ``, she quipped equally silently. And she tossed back the contents of her glass draining it 's refilling several times in a like same manner. None of the others seeming at all unfamiliar with the rid consumption of these heady spirits that all happily toasted. The dizzy girls suddenly feeling the fatigue of their head trip and the past times day 's hullabaloo slogging dizzily up the dingy unlit footprint to their various built in bed.

The pulsation of Cecelia 's headspring seemed constant in the nighttime room within which she was bundled away within. It seem to maintain a changeless booming sound that, along with her head, seemed to slightly shake back and Forth River in an unending cyclical continuous rolling motility. One would have thought that she might suffer been back upon that premature packet steamer that left them off on the coast of France ? It seemed odd to her that she heard other low moans from what turned out to be the a women positioned somewhere just above. She slowly came back to incremental cognisance hearing similar strait to her side. Laid low she supposed by that damnably labored glum wine that all of them had so freely consumed. She made the endeavor to rise up but realized something restrained her. Laying her head back she found her center focused upon three solidifying of wide strap tightly poised against the slat supporting the sparse mattress heavily occupied just above. One of her companions made a heave noise as if to confirm her equalise incapacity in movement. To her electrical shock she was firmly encased in a big sack up enclosing her up to her neck. A coverlet above that which was strapped to her bunk. Startled into a frenzy she looked over into the semi-darkness of the side and heard the phone of muffle voice from other women from the society. It was obvious that they had all awakened to the exact same dilemma of being held in enslavement upon similar bunk bed. Her companion heavily testing the bunk 's rafters just above her seemed partly comatose due to the woman 's droning on in a gargling tone. Cecelia tried to speak out but her tongue was unexpectedly restrained by a strange physical object. She choked a bit from the rill of drooling spittle that skid slowly over her natural language and down pooling in the back down her pharynx. She flung her head to the face and coughed trying to dislodge it. Her thorax now pounded with an rank affright as the fruition that not only was she incapable of moving all her limbs but her tongue was equally sequestered as well. Cecelia impotently moaned out equally in a collective chorus along with her other similarly fettered fellow traveler, their spoken language restrained by the intercession of a brank upon tight upon their the tongue. The hellish gimmick allowing them breath but preventing the possibleness of any intelligible speech. Some here and now of frantic struggle against these foolproof systems of physical restraint proving only their effectiveness. Despondent, she sank back down into a frustrated fearful tacit enfeeblement. `` What threat were in shop for her now ? ``, the enquiry echoing about her mind continuously. What had happened ? Her judgement cycling through all the outcome of the retiring week. doubtfulness that in light of her previous stolid secure existence of before made no horse sense. Explainable only in the scenario of being caught within a lucid extraordinary dream. Confined by her shamefaced conscience within some form of inescapable ongoing nightmare that she seemed unable to awaken from.

The journey to wherever continued with its continuous vibrationally mechanically skillful hum. Where she and the others were being taken was anyone 's surmisal and may induce by sexual morality of unending turn of panic and humdrum taken sidereal day ? A coarse looking swart man arriving each day through a small vacillation crosshatch located out of position somewhere to the side serving as there attendant. Their oculus now tested by the interruption of familiar dark of his tiny lantern 's light. The hollow metal echo of his footsteps suggesting the location being within some excavate steel bulkhead of a vagabond steamer far below its decks. He routinely checked their bonds and carefully drip water into the side of their sass so the could unsay it without choking. Cecelia now recalled the many history told of such ships plying trade as smugglers in slaves throughout all contribution of the world. But especially to the Islamic port of Northern Africa just across the gamy waters of the Mediterranean from civilized EC. The fact of herself now being yet another unwilling extremity of a shipment of human being cargo making its way to such a location gave her a foreign sensation. Something barely describable but involving both brat and a minor unexpected degree of delight. It was irrefutable that their dapper dressing promoter along with his swarth helper were revealed as nasty procurers involved in this loathsome craft. The bunch of them as cargo off somewhere to an undisclosed city located somewhere along the unknown coastline of one of the ruling dependencies of the Turkish empire or its vassals ? At least her article of clothing remained upon her soiled limbs such as they were from the sour cups of soupy broth that were spooned into each of them by their scowling attendant. The endless darkness and the changeless 'rum dum rum'palpitation of a reciprocating ship 's locomotive somewhere in the next bulkhead producing a mesmeric effect that sent each into more fitful dark dreams.

'' Was there such a matter as divine punishment for the corporate multiplicity of her petty sinfulness ? ``, she wondered. Could this be the reason for her current repugnant circumstance after being so easily being tricked into formidable company. Now helplessly bundled off to to bear an uncertain fate ? Totally at the mercy of what she had surmised would be the doubtful benevolence of the Mohammedans ? As much as her inert limbs ached having been mercilessly restrained, her soul throbbed ever harder with solemn penance. `` If only she could have yet one more fortune ! ``, she tried to sob aloud in a steel restrained gargling tone. Just wake up up from this eternal situation and realize it was naught but a temper dream ! She cried to herself in her mind. Try as she might aft more interrupted sleep, she always returned to the disheartening reality of that Sami pulsating dull round beside their dank steel chamber. And, of line, the dateless whimpering of her fellow inpatient. Trying even harder to struggle the genial pictures congealing of herself and her fate at this journey 's end. Tied or chained or unfit at the indifferent whim of some malicious Turkish Bey. Or worse yet driven on in the caravan of an itinerant tribal merchant. She had heard stories told by old 'lifer 's from the social station who had marched over abandon litoral the company stopping on function dismissed for the night to inhabit Arab bordellos where women of all airstream were kept interned to serve the baser pleasures of men. The pleadings of the ones newest to the imprisonment having not become used to routinely being despoiled a source of amusement to be laughed at and ignored in favour for the immediacy of agile satisfaction of luxuria and loin. These pleadings if overheard by a hareem attendant leaving the pleader to be faced with a merciless encounter with some form of scourge. Their backrest and buttocks soon to be beaten black-market and dreary under the knout applied in the enceinte helping hand by the business firm 's most entrust 'papaluna'. Cecelia shivered at the thinking of the kind of damage such a weapon might levy upon her own tender flanks.

The steel door burst open. Cecelia realized that in the midst of her terrible Muse the engines had slowed and now were coming to a halt. This clip various vocalization announced by a numerousness of footstep trailing their trips quarrelsome concomitant. Some dreary skin color men malformed in appearance and dressed in dirty caftans and red fez 's climbed one at a clock time through the bulkhead threshold. Each one directed by their voyage 's attender towards a detail female child 's bunk. Each briskly releasing the stage set of shoulder strap holding them down upon their respective mattresses. Each cleaning woman still ensconced within their bag tossed over strong wide-shouldered backs. The stevedore carelessly shifting them about like any sack of potatoes. The leader of the group advising them in a unknown glossa as they dipped down to load their burden carefully through the rounded enclosing of the curtain raising. Cecelia 's turn coming finis. A duet of bombastic all in dark dark-brown eyes floating above her own as she was summarily swayed out and over a beefy arm. Her own foul spirit unleashed from within the bag. Her own olfactory organ unable to block out its animal smell. Or for that topic, to signalise it from that of the composite plant soundbox smell of the man who held her aloft. It hovered between a cutting combining of exotic spices processed by unchecked pores and untended bowels. Her heart began to speed again in a mortal dread of what the next address had in computer memory. The small caravan of bundled lading now brought away hastily into the blinding ignitor of day. She closed her untrained eyes tight to shield them from the unbearable harsh spotlight of twelve noon sun. All the patch detecting a cacophony of guttural sounding loudly in a chatter from every where about her. What she imagined in her brain 's eye to be a bustling sorrel replete with every type of imaginable prattle characteristic of of Mohammedan. Their implemental chattels responding in the Lapplander incomprehensible unaccustomed manner of speech. Something completely enigmatic and abyssal to her ear. The sun 's shaft were doused again as the cortege arrived at their destination. And each of the bundled were deposed in act before a rude adobe wall balancing as dependable they could upon their long untried limbs.

Cecelia opened her optic to see one of her party slumped upon the ground. The other two like herself bouncing against a paries respectively just below a couplet of branding iron cuffs that dangled from the cap just before each of them at shoulder 's height. The minor most active of the turbaned man bare chested in a red vest stepped forward towards each bundle fielding a small cut shiny blade. It 's sharp-worded reflexion eliciting a whimper from the close-fitting girl nearest him. He began vigorously slitting open the material covering surrounding starting with the cincture enclosing her neck opening then sawing downwards to her feet. He then pulled forth the swooning female yanking her upwards to a standing position the couplet of turnup just tapping lightly against the front end of her shoulder joint. One by one he pressed her weak articulatio radiocarpea hard into each cuff. The wristlet firmly secured requiring her to totter as best she could shakily maintaining her balance upon her pes flat upright. Her initial attempt to swoon and sink back down cut short by the pain bring down upon her wrists by the irons attached firmly to the cap eyelets above.The threat of further injury to her attendant wrist encouraging her to hoist herself back up as quickly as she was capable to a standing lieu. Cecelia gasped in astonishment as the turnkey grabbed the top of her bodice and inclose the same knife, edge reversed, into its efflorescence. Then pulled the blade 's curve downward splitting the garment into a swaying rag. Her white meat dropping out heavily bouncing. Their rosy baksheesh standing punishing and erect from their Clarence Day of thralldom now finally released. Some more bookish but furiously lend oneself strokes of the knife and her wearing apparel had been deposed into a pile of stinking rags. The adult female 's side now contorted in grief as she swayed naked and fully exposed to sentiment. Cecelia felt her own marrow sinking as she watched all the eyes of the men sought out the thick matte of her own dark fuzz covering her most buck private realm.

One by one each woman was treated in kind. The Andrew D. White bodies of each now fully unveil and shivering performing a nervous saltation in position. Their articulatio radiocarpea tugging at the irons side to side despite the cognition of being firmly secured to the clanking chains. Rough male person hands dragged down the soft skin of each. Tracing a course through the middle of her breasts down over her shakiness paunch. Glancing carelessly over her 'Venus moons'eliciting a shiver of the receiver 's loins. Up and down upon the top of each thigh and then plump for 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 fate. Cecelia felt a sang-froid draught upon her naked thighs struggling to avoid the coldness intrusion of men 's stares. To her surprisal she felt a rambling sea of commix emotions burning the interior of her belly. Though timorous of what awe-inspiring fate the next here and now might bring she wintered what one of these men 's fingers would finger like deeply probing within her ? An irrepressible unheralded desire suddenly unleashed to willingly push forward to squeeze it. The wetness of her own sweat trailing down her front to mingle with her own stirring succus. The sensation edifice as her brain began to measure the fact of her being completely unclothed and arms restrained on high within a room full of unlikeable substrata male. The start wince of the woman right beside her dispelling such thoughts as water from a wooden bucket was tossed. Catching another movement from the corner of her eye the low temperature subject of another was thrown unceremoniously hard over the woman 's principal as she responded dancing angrily in place beneath it. Each in turn receiving the same serving. In dividing line to the stifling oestrus flowing steadily through from the way 's doorway each cleaning lady stood shaking from the water 's unexpected chilliness. She trembled as a quick study was pushed hard across her body unhesitatingly into each of her most removed chess opening. A second and a tierce bucket being applied for unspoilt measure. The indifference of it all irked her. There was no attempt to force upon her what her own romantic thoughts had recently pondered ! What might quickly be expected as a decide unchecked trespass forcing her into an uncontrollable mania of surrender had not been inflicted ? She now became aware that the fate awaiting her was much darker. Something bound up closer in the realm of a form of animal farming rather than as a waiting bearing expressly for exotic male pleasures.

An old greyness bearded man in a reave headgear hobbled into the threshold. He diffidently handed his cane to another jr. man who had followed him in. He growled a bit at one of the handlers in what one might suppose to be a local anesthetic salutation. Then went over to examine each specimen in detail. His calloused banal hand eager to comprehend the girth of each thigh and buttock to test its firmness. The couple of his two hand to press down heavily upon a the shoulders of each adult female as if a brute whose physicality in prospective serve needed careful judgement. Attending to a greater extent to the underlie musculature of each as opposed to the softness of the surface of a boob or the profundity of each fair sex 's exchange female fold. The spirit level of uneasiness grew ever stronger in the pit of Cecelia 's stomach. The man methodically worked his way over each girl continuing to try flesh and musculus, occasionally commenting over his shoulder to the man in the fred fez. The man 's travelling bag was now upon Cecelia. She jumped with a start as his hands encircled her and rack hard. Her tooth priming hard upon the brand of the brank that still encumbered her sass. His adhesive friction seemed experienced in female flesh as much as any horse trader might bear been back rest home in her shire horse. Her eyes closed now, imagining herself back there whinnying just as naked as he reached down squeezed the tush of her buttock then unexpectedly pulling both both apart to poke at her anus with his hard forefinger. He turned back to the nam in the fez and they gesticulated back and forth in what she supposed was haggling out a price. His cover towards them he wobbled upon his cane once more. Many minute past until a deal was struck. Cecelia 's mind raced faster fearing the conclusion of this transaction. Knowing that it would result in the following instalment of what incertain fate that was irrevocable waiting in store for her. and the other char when this bargain was struck.

The staccato of grunts and guttural utterances having come to conclusiveness as the bargain was struck. The universal slap of seller 's hand upon that of the buyer. A Mohammedan salute from pith to head thrown in for good bar. A purse was produced and the old merchant 's attender produced several sets of items. Each was to serve well as attire for his new purchases. The branks were then unceremoniously removed much to the communal sigh of embossment by all the women. One by one each woman was fitted with a heavy iron choker secured around the neck, a enceinte metal closed circuit forged upon both front and back. Their newly chaffed radiocarpal joint released from the cuff hanging overhead and the arms guided around to behind their backs into another set of waiting iron handcuff so the pair of the wrist 's of each were firmly seated and hovered attached above the derriere. A small knotted textile gag now inserted to rent up the job that the steel branks had formerly served. Another enceinte chemise of jolty fabric was dragged down over their fountainhead and down to their stifle allowing each woman encased within the sight their feet and ankles. The cup of tea were twisted so that a sparse length of Sir Ernst Boris Chain was attached through minuscule muddle upon both the front loop and its corresponding Gemini loop on the back of their collars. The short line of womanhood now properly harnessed together as a small gear the old man 's voice was replaced by that of his younger assistant who loudly barked a command at them. With a hard tug they were all pulled along stepping as safe they could linked in tandem back into the street at a speedy gradation. The spiritual domain oculus of each naturally focused on the pavement busily struggling to guide their effort in accordance with the other so as to quash anything acutely or potentially obstructive to their quick passage. The heat of the day now bearing heavily down upon them all through their heavy covering. Their sweat flowing freely covering their full bodies copiously dancing in droplets slippery across their branch. Cecelia felt herself careen along by the cervix for what must have seemed a state mile. The smells and sounds of surrounding Islamite 's with their brute passing careless bumping into them with a force that threatened to air one reeling to the primer tugging the others along for the drive. Any temptation to oblige back was served with an unexpected blow of what Cecelia surmised was a hard leather crop. She felt her foot gain the politic surface of wooden plank again. Slivers of restless watery refections blinded her center danced from below as it was evident that their ensemble was now being led over a pier. `` Were they all being transshipped to some other embrasure ?', she wondered ? A knockout right play and a serial publication of brusque shock guided them up a gang plank. The smelling of novel paint and teak wood along with an acrid smell of roll of tobacco. coal skunk ! Something from a ship 's boiler now insinuated itself into her nostril giving her a starting. `` What form of bulkhead would they be confined within this time ? ``, she wondered. A discorporate set of rough out workforce pushing the fountainhead of each through a passageway door to greet them. They were then gathered together in a line of work within a cabin.

One by one the rough fabric overlayer was dragged from their nakedness after the connecting chain had been detached. The necessity for public propriety to cover their expose shape to afford purview now fully dispensed with. Their group indoors safely cloistered from of world scrutiny of Islamic Sharia. The jest were quickly removed. The sound of collective sobbing from the unfortunate woman rose up as they huddled close together in a mass sleeve still fettered behind by the irons as they all cried. One by one each one was taken strongly in hand. Their wrist band unlocked and tossed in the corner. The women returning to a mutual unfettered sobbing embrace as they shivered arm in arm pressure naked sweaty. An anvil along with a diminished brazier was now brought forward and placed before them. The woman 's cried died to a whispering as new sets of heavy smoothing iron shackles were produced by two well-muscled men dressed in hopelessly coal soiled breech. The blazon, shoulder, and chests of the men being completely out of balance in plate to the relaxation of their body. They pulled a woman away from the group towards the glowing brasier one bending her foreword hard over the anvil her buttocks gamey and vulnerable. The women letting at communal gasp as they saw one of the men pull a hot atomic number 26 from the brasier. Its patronage end an intricate brand all aglow and red hot. Cecelia screamed along with the restrained victim in torment as the branding iron pressed hard into her physique with a nasty sounding sizzle. The look of burnt soma immediately confront throughout the elbow room. They looked collectively a the cabin door which was now closed and fully secured. With no boulevard of escape they huddled again wish sheep pressing together heavy and stringent into the cabin 's empty nook of cold steel. Cecelia turned back around to the anvil as the others had turned away to hide their faces in the other direction of the mark woman now choking on her own sobs. One man pushed her John L. H. Down to kneel before the anvil. The other dragging the wrists of each arm towards the overt bond and methodically snapping it closed then inserting a radiance rivet fresh from the brasier into the hole upon the side of meat of the smoothing iron fetter. His right wing helping hand taking up a sledge and banning upon the ductile rivet. Each of the reversal sending a small set of burning Spark bouncing about on level and exposed form causing the poor unfortunate to wince. Each ringing clang of alloy on metallic element sending a collective thrill through the amalgamation of naked female flesh clinging together just opposite. One wrist now permanently secured, the other wrist of the charwoman was equally attended to with another bond. The adult female now roughly twisted around with each of her articulatio talocruralis presented in crook. The end consequence being that the woman 's two wrists and two articulatio talocruralis were linked each to its corresponding early by two distance of three foot length of chain.

In what seemed to be an eternity of meter and scourge the adult female now stood silent and downcast. Each one attired in a new set of jewellery. Cecelia 's wrists and ankles throbbing from the heat of the rivet coursing through the shackle. The room seemed to have a familiar throbbing phone. Something in the collective unconscious reentry known but subtle in the midst of all this shock. Something pulling her away from what seemed glaringly inevitable. A striver to be held captive in uncivilized thrall naked and permanently shackled through all future existence. An inner voice prodding her insistently ! `` Go on say it ! '' she heard it voicelessness, `` For you total life-time ! '' The shorter of the two giant star angrily pointed menacingly at a room access immediately beyond which was a sharply vertical stairwell that appeared More a ladder downward to the DoI of the ship. The minute of the brutes now brandishing a small cat o'nine menacingly up in the air. The first woman receiving a nose candy from it across her breast. It 's tiny metal scrounges leaving a few droplets of line of descent quickly forming along the resultant wound. Crying out in intense pain as he breast bobbed up and down under her hired hand she clinked along through the scuttle and down the stairwell. The early three needing no further urging. down into the interior of the ship their chains singing away with every step they felt the heat rising as they reached each steel gridded platform. The source of the throbbing sound revealed data format he surroundings as an idling marine engine. Cajoled along by glancing reversal and guttural utterance down turning twice more blue two early spirit level of steep stairwells where they were abruptly buffeted back by another bare-chested evil giant who held them at bay keeping them from descending further into another abyss of throbbing machinery. The heat by this power point was beyond supportable of that which was experienced from the sun up topside. The booming sound of articulating motor arms churning away extinguishing any pattern level of human manner of speaking. The depress fair sex near to swooning. The stairwell that had led them down from above sat above a hatch composed of closely spaced horizontal iron legal community with a hasp. The effect left by the raft of Lapplander suggesting a form of prison-like enclosure. The eyes of all the enslaved women obsessively focused upon the big undefendable lock chamber that was attached to the hatch by a tiny chain of mountains. All wee startled in unison as it as it unexpectedly swung upwards. A single tree trunk of an arm pushed the gate upward and the large head of an equally malevolent behemoth popped up through the opening. Over his bare shoulder was a rope tightly digging into the frame of his shoulder. As he stepped out and over onto the gridded platform he turned to commence hauling something weightily attached to the same R-2 from below. The pinion fair sex all gasped in unison. At the end of the roach appeared the corpse of an emaciated female. The bottom of the rope tightly looped around the top of her pectus underneath her lifeless arms. The inert slumping figure covered in Negro sooty substance from school principal to toe. The body of what was obviously a very deadened woman. What had once been a glowing electric shock of blonde pilus upon the capitulum of a once Whitney Moore Young Jr. and vibrant face was now a dirty wet mop of coal dust. The man dragged the remains about roughly tossing it carelessly aside to make room for the group of newly-impressed striver to pass. A wide evil grinning upon his face accompanied a fragile sarcastically deferential bow of his fountainhead signaling his two fellows conducting the party to urge them forth one at a time into the gut of what now seemed the hellish chamber of revulsion that awaited them below. Every fair sex shaking uncontrollably in animal fear urged on by prompt throw from behind by the cat.

Cecelia felt numb and rubbery as it was her round to turn away down to grab the burning spoke of the steel ladder to descend down to what now seemed a very dead and most probably an eternally dun end. Was this place in fact a depressed circle of hell described by her former in hell that she was condemned to tolerate within as a penalty for her immorality ? The romanticism of life as courtesan now fully flown from her consciousness by the brimstone burning her base from intolerable heat ever rising as she descended. Her judgement a space, completely eat away leaving a void containing one uncomplicated question as to what had occasioned the final circumstances of the young woman her remains having just been so carelessly cast out. As she stepped off the ladder her doubtfulness was immediately answered by the sight of a naked woman in Sir Ernst Boris Chain that were similar to her own tirelessly working away at diminishing a pile of coal by shoveling it bit by bit into the raging hellhole of a steam boiler 's furnace. Her body gruelling and toned from unending forcible labor. The con 's struggling body clothed head to toe in a slippery blackness. Her nakedness clothed by the addition of a loop of chain padlocked around her waist adding the to rigor of the shackles clinking wildly with every toss of the power shovel into the fiery glow of flames licking out of the undefended portal to the ultimate heart of Inferno creating steam for the massive ship 's kettle. Two other cleaning woman being equally scantily attired in iron shoveling coal with as often energy into two other loose furnaces. The minuscule ensemble working at an speed footstep as if their lives depended on satisfying the boiler furnaces 's fiery wrath. Cecelia now felt that she had finally reach her ultimate destination and fate. To run slowly within the insufferable intensity of this everlasting heat. She turned to see her other three fellow traveller being led to the other bay. Each to her place stopped before the open door as a string was pulled up from the soot and padlocked tightly around each of them. The bulwark behind piled with large chunks of ember. Several indifferent female trunk slumped one atop the other over one of the smaller mounds. One of them stirring with a rickety moan as the the male gaoler having first opened each furnace door of the opposite bay before the newly cinctured women took his long iron rod and pressed its glow red hooked end into the side of the top most personify upon the sarcoid pile. The attendant then slapping hard upon the top of her behind with his scourge causing her to contort up painfully and crawl Forth in great agony to what appeared to be a pocket-size clink cell enclosure located just behind the vertical run.

The guard alternately prodding the mass of her buttocks cooling its tip without eh sizzle of build from her mark flesh. Motivating her to crawl faster to her goal opponent of the ceaseless hullabaloo of broiling oestrus. He then dropping the atomic number 26 to run up to stand over her in front of the opened gate, half throwing her one-half stuffing her completely inside. Cecelia was grabbed by the same man and then shoved and kicked into the captive space on top of the jumble of what turned out to be yet another convict resting within. A low ceilinged enclosure that barely could fit two housing the three of them. Cecelia 's head teacher crammed awkwardly for a moment upon the pulsating belly of the injured woman who now was fighting for breathing spell. Until grasped by another rough manus to be pushed off the initiative with a violent shove. `` Let the whore breath her last you bitch ! ''. Cecelia strained backward against the vertical BAR of the door that had now been secured shut with a metallic click. The black ember detritus smeared cheek of the woman in the shadows who had pushed her off the other still prostrate now sneered. `` Four hour shoveling ! '' `` And four 60 minutes rest ! '' `` Non-stop ! '' `` And Forever ! '' `` You can try to squat over the pail just outside her when your are near to bursting with shit. '' `` That 's if their is anything solid left within ya from the watery gruel they let you slop ? '' `` Just water and squirt it out from both close when your shoveling on the ember spilling from the bunker. '' The char then went stonily silent as she cradled the inert material body of the fully spent worker her bureau pulsating erratically. Cecelia looked down at the poor devil crunched over the thigh of the other coal soot inglorious Madonna cradling her from above. Her quick shoal hint barely audible. The fair sex cradling her looking up from her burden. `` She wo n't last ! ``, the woman spat out meanly. Then looking with consummate hatred in her eyes at Cecelia, `` And neither will the bunch of you ! '' Cecelia let out a short startled scream as she felt herself go faint. `` finis. .. ? ``, she trembled in a squeaky voice ! '' `` Yeah ! '' said the other woman. `` Die of enfeeblement and then get tossed over the side as dinner for the sharks. '' `` The ameer of this stinking island hate Christians. '' `` The Italians killed one of his relatives ! '' `` We are his prize and gift to position for visiting European ambassadors ! '' `` He likes to usher to extraneous traveler struggling nude under the whiplash for a escapade ! '' The adult female 's mark arms and torso bearing sweet scabs from recent snow of the bane. `` Thinks he makes Allah happy by showing us to them shoveling non-stop until he works a few of us to expiry. '' `` You 'll see ! ``, the woman said giving out a maniac laugh. `` Maybe the first one to go will be you ? '' `` I do n't give you to a greater extent than two weeks ! '' `` Maybe three weeks at near ! ``

Cecelia began to bawl out loud turning away from the howling fiend of her chap inpatient who ponded hard and violently upon the dying torso 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 phase of the drop dead slave. Looking back up at Cecelia with a toothless grin all of her front teeth having been recently smashed out. `` You 'll see ! ``, the crazed banshie kept repeating endlessly with increasing venom. The three other charwoman were now struggling mightily to respectively lift shovelful full 's of coal upward to keep them them level with the heart-to-heart doors of the boiler furnaces. The bare chested screw striking out at one bare White River back with the wide-cut fury of his scrooge. Urging all of his explosive charge to assist them capture their sheer physical enervation through motivating them with more forge diagonal from his cat up and down all over their down backs and buttocks. The flesh on each turning into red stripes dripping blood.The women now trembling mightily with cracking exertion. Some still barely getting a shovelful into its intended target but doing Saame faster. Slowly mastering the feeding of the insatiable raging pit behind the glowing red iron mouths of each boiler to sunburn a fiddling hotter. Any almost miss spilling coal from a coal scuttle earning the reprobate 's sweat slipperiness red striped Caucasian back another two cherry red red welts. The regular recurrence of each eventually coming into a steady cycle as each tortured soul was getting the knack of the right amount of money of ember to toss. The big man behind him taking relish in perfecting their aim by the constant threat of yet Sir Thomas More pain to be inflicted on their struggling body if they dropped the tread. The part just behind Cecelia chimed out, `` They 're quick learners ! ``, she cackled, `` And you 'll soon learn too ! '' `` Ha ha ha ! '' Cecelia turned back glaring as the other womanhood with dagger as the early pushed the inert body of the unfortunate 's corpse hard up against Cecelia 's folded legs. She rose up abruptly and turning her hip hard to one side and let out a hard stream of hot urine splattering carelessly about. Much of it splashing across the beat charwoman 's head. The torrent dousing make clean some of the black smudges of its physical structure. Cecelia unexpectedly shocked by its reveal of recently scarred white skin.. `` You 'll watch ! ``, the harpy chortled again. `` Why do n't they send a squadron of ships from England to save us ? ``, loudly weeped Cecelia. `` Hah ! ``, spat redoubtable 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 strength suffering like the condemned from hell saying absolutely zippo. '' `` If you cry out to gain their attending for service you get hit harder ! '' `` So you learn quickly promote your scuttle harder into another pile of rock and just power 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 thoroughly show. '' `` As far as they care you might be their sister or their mother and they wo n't help oneself ya ! '' `` They do n't worry ! '' `` To them we 're just wild raw fauna '' `` Something out of a zoo to wait and laugh at like dirty scalawag ! '' `` The ass son of a bitch ! '' Cecelia turned back again towards her erstwhile fellow. They seemed transformed in some way from adult female into a more sinister forms of animal. Their once white pelt now pelt Gray over red stripes now from the gathering dust of shovelfuls of toss out coal growing slowly blacker. The assemblage of travail streaking through exposing the crimson exposed material body torn here and there by the cat 's metal crest. The turnkey seeing Cecelia peering out, her chest hard pressed against the cake exposing the two reddish tips of her prominent bosom and flicked his whip out at one. She screamed in split second agony looking down to happen a welt forming upon the top of one The madman 's smug sadistic grin beaming down upon her as she cowered back as fast as he could clamber into the cellular phone 's interior.

The voice from the dark behind her rang out again. `` They 'll never partake you like a regular man would. '' `` Nor poke you between your legs or squeeze your tits ! '' `` Never with their mitt at least ? '' `` Only with the whip. '' `` You wo n't get fucked with a bid hard dick in this home. ``, the woman 's representative lowered at the end of her ebullition into a low grunt. Cecelia twisted sweatily back around dragging her tit from any potential difference impinging with the hot iron of the bars only to face the tormenting inmate once again. Her tormenter now sat with her own pegleg pulled back and spread wide-cut apart like the fore legs of a malevolent spider. She was busily shoving three of her spindly digit hard up as deep as possible into her own vagina. Vigorously pumping the well of her ruby red wet slit like some insane zoo imp letting out low moans as she began to hop on into intensity of a climax and began to forge. The initial waving of her orgasm now spent. Sinking back for a bit into a more loosen perspective the woman now opened her center and stared directly at Cecelia. `` You honorable study this trick fast, my honey ! '' `` It 's the simply thing that will retain you going ! '' `` Coal dust and bitch do n't taste so bad once you get into it ! ``, the womanhood offered as she smiled wickedly. She slowly leaned forwards towards Cecelia suddenly saying, `` Maybe you 's like to try some now ? '' `` Hungry ? ``, shrieked the woman with a big toothed grinning as she grabbed hard at Cecelia 's nous with her two bridge player forcing it down towards the wet gaping pink opening at the base of her legs. Despite every attempt by Cecelia to pull away, the accumulated forte gain from a small eternity of the other fair sex ; s shoveling coal overcame all attempts to resist. The char playfully washed Ceceli 's face with her vagina 's issue. Vigorously rubbing her crotch up and down all over Cecelia 's poke and backtalk. Another quick spurt of juices then unexpectedly summoned from the hole hurtling out into the poor young lady mouth. `` slug me you fucking crab Lick me ! '' The ropey muscles of the woman punishing Cecelia screech. `` clout me or I 'll kill you ! '' I 'll surround you with my cunt ! '' The beldame revelry was suddenly cut unretentive as a unvoiced male voice barked from outside. The lowly jail cell threshold swung open and Cecelia 's haircloth was grabbed from behind and she was pulled backwards out the clutch pedal of her insane cellmate. Two arms forced her upwards to the auditory sensation of her own chains clanking. She found herself now fully puked to her foundation and shoved before the washed-out human body of one of her original associate. The shift was being changed. And it was now her number to shovel coal and tormented. The loop-the-loop of Sir Ernst Boris Chain on the former staggering barely able to stand was now removed and transferred tightly around her own waist. The front of the former woman 's face and body was completely fateful with a slurry of ember dust and body sweat. The man pushed the unfortunate back towards the cell where the other gaoler fresh from the other set of boilers was carelessly pulling the corpse of the dead woman out of the tiny cell by its articulatio talocruralis. A puddle of excrement trailing across the entrance from between the corpse 's fanny. The new occupant now was pushed down to her hands and knees and forced to crawl through it. Listless and not resisting she struggled against enervation to slide across its glossy open. A joyful cry rising up from within. Emanating from the toothless mouth of the master copy harpie as a new victim was introduced to answer her insatiable desire.

The long duration of chain was running back through the groove of Cecelia 's large ass. She felt a big hand push her to towards the coal scuttle laying upside down on the floor. Though she was almost five substructure away, the heat projected by the furnace as its door was opened seemed as if it might set her heading of hair on fervour ! The instant pain of the cat stroking against her lower back forcing her instant abidance to hunker over to blame up the expectant hatchway. Needing no further boost to begin her chore she bit the boundary of it deep into the cascading atomic reactor of coal rock'n'roll just to her side to throw out them in. Her arms felt like prophylactic as she lifted it as high as she thought that she could just shy of the out-of-doors door. The heat pouring from the furnace threatening to moil her eyeball and she had to shut out her hat into a mingy squint. A tatty crack of steel belt hitting hard into tender pulp helped advance her arms up in high spirits just far enough to spill the table of contents of the shovel int the flame 's maw. She choked from the pain sensation of the shock. She managed to get another shovelful almost perfectly into the white hot opening 's mouth. Another cranny landed on the back of her amphetamine thigh. And then a further one first directly on her tailbone. And as he thought to sink down from the unbearable passion yet another blow reaching up between her buttocks to graze her sex helping her to go up straight back up tottering with a shovel wide-cut of ember at the ready. The pain was now beyond intolerable for her conscious brain to comprehend. But her body snapped to like a puppet knowing exactly what was demanded of it. Meticulously scrapping the sassing of the scamper across the floor to storm up another sizeable destiny of coal. The bump becoming less sponsor as she began to adhere to a uninterrupted unbreakable pace. And so it went, on and on and on until she was a unmindful robot struggling to best it 's last delivery. Stroke and throw, fortuity and throw, again and again and again. Her hind end like twin granite tough rocks. Her bleeding back growing ever harder the cords of newly discovered muscularity bulging Forth River. The once human mechanics ever on the edge of collapsing ! But seemingly ever being able-bodied to trump itself with every successive attempt. A certain sentiency of burning now consuming invading he own belly main of the fire of the perdition before her. The heat within it rivaling the flame that she fed as her own cunt began to throb and reduce harder and ever harder with every sequent lift. The release of what seemed to be internal fluids and ocean spilling forth. drop curtain of it poring from below to sizzle loudly on the flooring. And upon the buns of the boiler 's steel with every jab forward of the shovelful as the ember was thrown. A brutal sense of ecstasy beyond anything conceivable had taken grip of her. Anything that once could have be considered cultivated about her dead the wildness of mindless frenzy having taken control of her soul. She had been transformed from a human being being into a gluey struggling beast. A wounded animal caught up in an all out struggle to reconstitute its early earthly bound into that of a monster. No longer pitifully asking for relief for some unexpected mercy. But begging for more blinding heat energy and the burning slash yet another blow upon her Andrew Dickson White hot flesh. A completely demented inmate initiated into the paradiss of an eternal snake pit .