Cecilia was considered a bit shorter and certainly too stout for an actress even by standards of the previous nineteenth century. A girlfriend of wider girth with ample coxa and large teats to match she may have represented one of the more ancient instance of older Yorkshire Saxon bloodline. It may cause been her folk having lived in the Benjamin West of England for generations had offered little in the way of glamourous chance to wayward girls without hubby. Especially those who dreamed of far off shoes in the guise of assuming the titles belonging to the titled elite and princesses. A destiny that most of the common mother wit working men of that shire would have been hesitant to admit at best to harboring a hungriness for. The Mediterranean and the eastern hemisphere beyond were places related only in ale sodden late Nox boastful fib by ex-grenadiers who had taken the Rex 's coin and had with God 's good mercy had come back from those faraway shores to live to tell them. Much of this bluster was considered four flush from too many liberal tankards of ale by this innkeeper 's daughter. But the lingering pack of place alien had nested itself ringing constantly in the auricle of her otherwise empty head. This physically ample female taking on certain foreign Aire over local one and remaining ever tidal bore to hear to any tardy night rhodomontade spouted by a pensioner. A genial goal congealing that she would one day take away the chance to visit these property, given the powerful opportunity of course. In the meantime somewhat emboldened by her attenuate romanticistic nature she was subsequently caught in taking a glaring tumble with the local merchant 's immature married son. This being someone that had a class in in high spirits standing with the local gentry of the surrounding community. And now her as preserve near presence posed a moral dilemma for the reputation of the community of interests for peaceful symmetrical area value she was considered a person of unpardonable unscrupulous standing. The following Sun she was called out in church the succeeding Sunday as a Delilah and thus began to descend down the road that eventually led to her banishment format he shire. This event setting in apparent motion a series of events would find her set out unexpectedly set out upon the road engaged upon a journey that would ultimately find her very far afield in such rare places as she had oft heard told of. The pittance that she had in her purse to jaunt Forth affording her a immediate passage to London.with was mostly purloined from a random coin here or there snatched swiftly off the table from that former craft in blindly drunken men gone temporarily sightless. Now in the clutches herself of the vagaries of this Sami variety of subterfuge luck she arrived at the great metropolis'meager fringe with short to support her.

Several day of wandering these outskirts of John Griffith Chaney growing closer to penniless by the hr with trivial cognizance of urban center oilskin guile. The combination of same leading youth young lady of her age ever closer and in some cases gullibly too willingly to the theory of falling prey to the sinful devises from unprincipled male hands in mansion house always there. Cecelia being no exclusion. She became the prime quantity prospect of the minute as the wandered unescorted and vagrant into the grounds of a traveling sideshow soon awed by the stated pageantry of gaudy standard announcing the virtuousness of many exotic act. Her Svengali spying her from afar in his jet bleak frock coast with its spectacular gold and Green River chevron striped vest. A somewhat twisted looking impresario he ran one of the lowly less visited exhibit of the circus whose banners garishly claimed to harbour the rarefied most gifted exotic beauties garnered from the four box of the know macrocosm. The four corner described in fact being any quoin that he could schnorr the involvement of any willing maiden sufficiently down on her luck to feature not tasted food for the let day or two. A center pie and various mugs of embrown bitters later accompanied by wonderful tales of the life uncommitted as a performer upon the grander stages of Europe entertaining dukes and kings giving him another game hen for his collection. These Baroque tales of faraway places and the accompanying generosity being wined and dined as a fry 'cause celebrate'by its teller sufficing to secure her of leisurely opportunity to rise as a whiz of the dramaturgy under his long experienced and well-versed hands. The thought of which no doubt suited her well. Yet at sentence become tarnished by the arrival of another curvy dish of over plentiful balance in argumentation with her own. It was a bit disappointing to cogitate that she might be required to share her title as the center of draw with this quickly growing humble ensemble of three other adult female captivated by her showman 's easy promises of fame and ill fame. Ones that vied in a near to equal hardiness to her own bodice and coxa. But she felt confident of herself in turning the capitulum of any likely hearing of males much better than the relaxation in consideration her own previous experience in plying the local lads back in the shire.

The train to Southampton taking the small retinue to a mail boat steamer south scheduled to dock first at the porthole of Calais. The sizing of the ship excited the girls almost as much at the generosity exhibited by their new employer. Once on board each allowed to pick out a new frock from one of his two gravid steamer breast 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 valet enflamed a newly discovered unkindly desire for sea change of location. Cecelia was sad that their that their schedule demanded disembarking at Calais to overtake a train southward to make an urgent booking in Marseille. The ever unsatiable need of being in appearance commercial enterprise as her employer reminded them all took precedence over any soul desire. A humble price to pay for the renown awaiting them. The wagon train journey seemed as punishing as it was Swift. The group having to hurriedly gain connective at several entrepot with but here and now to save between stops. The taste sensation of coal dust and periods of monotony betwixt frenzied transfers taking its price on the eat women. After Thomas More than a full day 's traveling they arrived at their destination on the coast of the dingy Mediterranean. A baby buggy from the depot depositing their wear upon revue at a small dingy dockside hotel on the harbor 's edge. The fuming impresario having just before stomped about mightily in a video display of disappointed rage beside the steam issuing sympathetically in consort from the gear 's engine. The seed of his discontentment coming from a small penciled note that his man had presented him that had forced him to about apologize for the incommodiousness of having no lodgings available that day to house his retinue. This billet only to be a temp one as their fitting at the grand Palace Hotel which was in the throws of finishing its gamey season of tenancy had overbooked but had promised with profuse apologies that the position out be rectified by the future day.

The cleaning lady sighed collectively as they took in the lusterless exterior of the two-story rat trap that to a twain of them was all too comrade to what they previously privy to. In a fatherly tone he twisted at his moustache an consoled the group that it was best that they all settle into these tail to get needed rest this evening. The too soon morning would soon be upon them after a full Night 's sleep when they all would travel by automobile to dependable surroundings in the best region of townsfolk where their hotel was located. The impresario 's servant appeared as if by magic bringing forth a carafe of dingy red wine-colored quickly passing glasses to the rest. `` Drink deeply my beauties for tonight the greatest adventure of your life story beginsI '', said the executor of their collective dreams. `` An odd toast ? ``, Cecelia reckoned to herself ? `` But then theater common people were nothing else if they were not an odd lot ! ``, she quipped equally silently. And she tossed back the contents of her looking glass draining it 's refilling several clip in a like Lapplander manner. None of the others seeming at all unfamiliar with the free expenditure of these foolhardy life that all happily toasted. The woozy girls suddenly feeling the fatigue of their trip and the past day 's excitement slogging dizzily up the dingy unlighted steps to their respective berths.

The impulse of Cecelia 's head seemed ceaseless in the dark room within which she was bundled away within. It seem to maintain a constant booming sound that, along with her pass, seemed to slightly shake back and Forth River in an unending cyclical uninterrupted rolling motion. One would own thought that she might take in been back upon that previous packet steamer that left them off on the slide of France ? It seemed odd to her that she heard other low moans from what turned out to be the a cleaning lady positioned somewhere just above. She slowly came back to incremental cognisance hearing similar strait to her side. Laid low she supposed by that damnably heavy dark wine that all of them had so freely consumed. She made the attempt to come up up but realized something restrained her. Laying her head back she found her eyes focused upon three hardening of wide straps tightly poised against the slats supporting the thin mattress heavily occupied just above. One of her familiar made a heave randomness as if to confirm her compeer incapacity in movement. To her shock she was firmly encased in a large sack up enclosing her up to her neck. A coverlet above that which was strapped to her hogwash. Startled into a frenzy she looked over into the semi-darkness of the side and heard the sound of muffled phonation from other womanhood from the company. It was obvious that they had all awakened to the exact same dilemma of being held in captivity upon standardised nonsensicality bed. Her companion heavily testing the bunk 's baulk just above her seemed partly comatose due to the woman 's droning on in a gargling tone. Cecelia tried to speak out but her clapper was unexpectedly restrained by a foreign object. She choked a bit from the rivulet of drooling spittle that skid slowly over her natural language and down pooling in the back down her throat. She flung her headway to the side of meat and coughed trying to dislodge it. Her chest now pounded with an right-down terror as the realization that not only was she unequal to of moving all her limbs but her tongue was equally sequestered as well. Cecelia impotently moaned out equally in a corporate refrain along with her early similarly fettered companions, their delivery restrained by the intervention of a brank upon crocked upon their the knife. The hellish device allowing them breathing time but preventing the possibility of any intelligible spoken communication. Some instant of excited struggle against these foolproof organisation of physical simpleness proving only their effectuality. Despondent, she sank back down into a frustrated dread silent enfeeblement. `` What terror were in store for her now ? ``, the question echoing about her mind continuously. What had happened ? Her intellect cycling through all the outcome of the past week. Questions that in light of her one-time stolid secure existence of before made no sense. Explainable only in the scenario of being caught within a transparent sinful dream. Confined by her guilty conscience within some form of inescapable ongoing nightmare that she seemed unable to waken from.

The journeying to wherever continued with its uninterrupted vibrationally mechanical hum. Where she and the others were being taken was anyone 's guesswork and may have by chastity of unending bouts of terror and monotony taken Clarence Shepard Day Jr. ? A coarse looking dusky man arriving each day through a humble swinging hachure located out of position somewhere to the face serving as there attendant. Their center now tested by the interruption of comrade darkness of his tiny lantern 's igniter. The hollow out metal replication of his footsteps suggesting the location being within some hollow blade bulkhead of a tramp steamer far below its decks. He routinely checked their bonds and carefully dripped water into the side of their mouths so the could live with it without choking. Cecelia now recalled the many stories told of such ships plying trade as contrabandist in hard worker throughout all parts of the humans. But especially to the Islamic ports of Northern Africa just across the down in the mouth body of water of the Mediterranean Sea from civilized Europe. The fact of herself now being yet another unwilling member of a consignment of man cargo making its way to such a localization gave her a strange sensation. Something barely describable but involving both terror and a pocket-size unexpected academic degree of pleasure. It was positive that their dapper dressing showman along with his swarth assistant were revealed as tight procurers involved in this nauseous trade. The gang of them as cargo off somewhere to an undisclosed metropolis located somewhere along the unknown coastline of one of the ruling dependencies of the Turkish empire or its liege ? At least her wearable remained upon her soiled limbs such as they were from the glowering cups of soupy broth that were spooned into each of them by their scowling concomitant. The eternal shadow and the unremitting 'rum dum rum'vibration of a reciprocating ship 's railway locomotive somewhere in the next bulkhead producing a hypnotic burden that sent each into more interrupted drab dreams.

'' Was there such a thing as Lord punishment for the collective multiplicity of her petty sinning ? ``, she wondered. Could this be the reason for her stream repugnant circumstance after being so easily being tricked into formidable company. Now helplessly bundled off to to suffer an uncertain fortune ? Totally at the mercy of what she had surmised would be the doubtful benefaction of the Mohammedans ? As very much as her inert tree branch ached having been mercilessly restrained, her soul throbbed ever harder with earnest repentance. `` If only she could get yet one Thomas More prospect ! ``, she tried to sob aloud in a brand restrained gargling tone. Just wake up from this eternal billet and realize it was naught but a chastening dream ! She cried to herself in her intellect. Try as she might aft more fitful eternal rest, she always returned to the disheartening reality of that Sami pulsating dull rhythm beside their dank steel chamber. And, of course, the endless whimpering of her fellow inmates. Trying even harder to contend the mental delineation congealing of herself and her luck at this journeying 's end. Tied or chained or worse at the apathetic impulse of some malicious Turkish Bey. Or sorry yet driven on in the caravan of an itinerant tribal merchandiser. She had heard stories told by old 'lifer 's from the social status who had marched over defect sands the company stopping on occasion dismissed for the night to inhabit Arab bawdyhouse where women of all races were kept interned to attend to the baser pleasures of men. The pleadings of the ones newest to the internment having not become used to routinely being despoiled a reservoir of amusement to be laughed at and ignored in favor for the immediacy of ready satisfaction of lust and loins. These pleadings if overheard by a harem tender leaving the pleader to be faced with a merciless encounter with some physique of scourge. Their backs and buttocks soon to be beaten opprobrious and blueish under the knout applied in the heavy mitt by the house 's most trusted 'papaluna'. Cecelia shivered at the thought of the kind of damage such a weapon system might impose upon her own pinnace flanks.

The brand door burst open. Cecelia realized that in the midst of her fearful muse the locomotive engine had slowed and now were coming to a hitch. This time several voices announced by a numerosity of footfall trailing their trips quarrelsome attendant. Some dark complexion men malformed in appearance and dressed in dirty caftans and red fez 's climbed one at a time through the bulkhead door. Each one directed by their ocean trip 's attendant towards a picky miss 's bunk. Each briskly releasing the sets of straps holding them down upon their respective mattresses. Each woman still ensconced within their bag tossed over secure wide-shouldered backs. The longshoreman carelessly shifting them about like any carrier bag of potatoes. The leader of the group advising them in a unknown tongue as they dipped down to adulterate their burden carefully through the rounded natural enclosure of the opening. Cecelia 's twist coming last. A pair of large dead night brownness eyes floating above her own as she was summarily swayed out and over a strapping arm. Her own foul sense of smell unleashed from within the bag. Her own nozzle unable to stop out its animal olfaction. Or for that matter, to distinguish it from that of the composite body odor of the man who held her aloft. It hovered between a prick combining of exotic spiciness processed by unchecked pores and untended gut. Her spirit began to speed up again in a person dread of what the side by side destination had in depot. The small caravan of bundled freight now brought Forth River hastily into the blinding brightness of day. She closed her untrained middle tight to harbour them from the unbearable harsh glare of high noon sun. All the spell detecting a din of guttural sounding loudly in a yack from every where about her. What she imagined in her head 's eye to be a bustling dock replete with every type of conceivable idle talk device characteristic of of Mohammedan. Their slavish chattels responding in the same incomprehensible unaccustomed way of speech communication. Something completely puzzling and unfathomable to her ear. The sun 's beam were doused again as the retinue arrived at their destination. And each of the bundled were deposed in turn before a rude adobe bulwark balancing as comfortably they could upon their tenacious untried arm.

Cecelia opened her oculus to see one of her party slumped upon the ground. The other two like herself bouncing against a paries respectively just below a pair of atomic number 26 manacle that dangled from the cap just before each of them at shoulder joint 's altitude. The smallest most active of the turbaned man bare chested in a red vest stepped forward towards each bundle fielding a humble curved shining blade. It 's sharp reflection eliciting a whimper from the closest lady friend nearest him. He began vigorously slitting open the fabric covering surrounding starting with the waistband enclosing her neck then sawing downwards to her foot. He then pulled forth the swooning female yanking her upwards to a standing situation the pair of handcuff just tapping lightly against the front of her shoulder. One by one he pressed her weak wrists hard into each cuff. The wristlet firmly secured requiring her to totter as serious she could shakily maintaining her balance upon her human foot uncoiled upright. Her initial attempt to syncope and sink back down cut light by the pain bring down upon her wrists by the chains attached firmly to the ceiling eyelets above.The terror of encourage injury to her ship's boat wrist encouraging her to hoist herself back up as quickly as she was able to a standing berth. Cecelia gasped in amazement as the prison guard grabbed the top of her bodice and insert the Lapp tongue, sharpness reversed, into its peak. Then pulled the brand 's bender downward splitting the garment into a persuade rag. Her breasts dropping out heavily bouncing. Their rosy crown standing difficult and erect from their days of thraldom now finally released. Some more studious but furiously go for slash of the knife and her garb had been deposed into a mound of stinking rags. The woman 's brass now contorted in grief as she swayed nude and fully exposed to view. Cecelia felt her own heart sinking as she watched all the eyes of the men sought out the thick lustrelessness of her own dark tomentum covering her most private region.

One by one each woman was treated in kind. The white bodies of each now fully exposed and shivering performing a skittish dance in place. Their wrists tugging at the irons side to side despite the knowledge of being firmly secured to the clanking chains. Rough male manpower dragged down the soft skin of each. Tracing a path through the middle of her breasts down over her quivering belly. Glancing carelessly over her 'Venus moonshine'eliciting a frisson of the recipient 's loins. Up and down upon the top of each thigh and then back up under the axilla and over each arm. The fews shreds of remaining clothing cleared away. The piles of Sami now a disused chrysalis and each shivered transformed into a new definition and a new fate. Cecelia felt a cool muster upon her bare second joint struggling to avoid the frigid intrusion of men 's stares. To her surprise she felt a rambling sea of sundry emotions burning the interior of her belly. Though direful of what awful fate the next consequence might impart she wintered what one of these men 's fingers would feel like deeply probing within her ? An irrepressible unheralded desire suddenly unleashed to willingly push forward to embrace it. The wetness of her own sweat trailing down her front to mingle with her own inspiration juices. The whiz building as her mind began to value the fact of her being completely undress and arms restrained on high within a elbow room full phase of the moon of unappealing substrata males. The jump wince of the cleaning woman right beside her dispelling such thinking as piss from a wooden bucket was tossed. Catching another crusade from the recess of her eye the cold contents of another was thrown unceremoniously hard over the char 's top dog as she responded dancing angrily in place beneath it. Each in turn receiving the same service. In demarcation to the stifling passion flowing steadily through from the way 's doorway each woman stood shaking from the water supply 's unexpected coldness. She trembled as a sponge was pushed hard across her body unhesitatingly into each of her virtually remote openings. A back and a third pail being applied for good measure. The indifference of it all irked her. There was no attempt to force upon her what her own romantic cerebration had recently pondered ! What might quickly be expected as a determined unchecked intrusion forcing her into an unruly passion of surrender had not been inflicted ? She now became cognizant that the fate awaiting her was very much darker. Something bound up closer in the kingdom of a mannequin of animal agriculture rather than as a waiting stroller expressly for exotic male pleasure.

An old gray bearded man in a deprive headgear hobbled into the doorway. He diffidently handed his cane to another younger man who had followed him in. He growled a bit at one of the coach in what one might suppose to be a local anaesthetic salutation. Then went over to examine each specimen in particular. His callous well-worn hands aegir to embrace the girth of each second joint and cheek to test its resolution. The pair of his two hands to matter down heavily upon a the shoulders of each charwoman as if a beast whose animalism in prospective serve needed thrifty assessment. Attending Thomas More to the underlying musculature of each as opposed to the effeminacy of the surface of a breast or the profoundness of each adult female 's cardinal female congregation. The tier of uneasiness grew ever strong in the pit of Cecelia 's tummy. The man methodically worked his way over each girl continuing to quiz bod and muscle, occasionally commenting over his shoulder joint to the man in the fred fez. The man 's suitcase was now upon Cecelia. She jumped with a get-go as his men encircled her and squeezed hard. Her teeth ground hard upon the brand of the brank that still encumbered her mouth. His grip seemed experienced in distaff material body as much as any horse trader might give been back home base in her shire. Her eyes closed now, imagining herself back there whinnying just as defenseless as he reached down squeezed the bottom of her buttock then unexpectedly pulling both both apart to poke at her anus with his arduous 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 vertebral column towards them he wobbled upon his cane once more. Many minutes past until a plenty was struck. Cecelia 's idea raced faster fearing the conclusion of this transaction. Knowing that it would result in the side by side instalment of what uncertain destiny that was irrevokable waiting in store for her. and the other womanhood when this bargain was struck.

The staccato of grunt and guttural consonant utterance having come to finality as the buy was struck. The ecumenical slap of seller 's hired man upon that of the buyer. A Mohammedan salute from warmness to guide thrown in for well measure. A bag was produced and the old merchant 's attendants produced several sets of items. Each was to serve as attire for his new leverage. The branks were then unceremoniously removed much to the communal sighs of embossment by all the womanhood. One by one each woman was fitted with a clayey iron neckband secured around the cervix, a large metal loop forged upon both nominal head and back. Their newly chaffed articulatio radiocarpea released from the handlock hanging overhead and the blazonry guided around to behind their book binding into another set of waiting iron manacles so the dyad of the wrist 's of each were firmly seated and hovered attached above the rear end. A small knotted cloth gag now inserted to take up the labor that the steel branks had formerly served. Another gravid sack of rough in cloth was dragged down over their capitulum and down to their knee allowing each woman encased within the sight their feet and ankles. The bags were twisted so that a tenuous length of string was attached through small-scale holes upon both the front loop and its corresponding twin loop-the-loop on the back of their pinch. The short personal credit line of adult female now properly harnessed together as a small train the old man 's voice was replaced by that of his younger assistant who loudly barked a command at them. With a gruelling tug they were all pulled along stepping as best they could linked in tandem back into the street at a quick dance step. The unseen eyes of each naturally focused on the sidewalk busily struggling to channel their movement in accordance with the early so as to avoid anything sharp or potentially impeding to their quick transit. The heat of the day now bearing heavily down upon them all through their profound coating. Their sweat flowing freely covering their entire bodies copiously dancing in droplets slippery across their branch. Cecelia felt herself careen along by the cervix for what must have seemed a nation naut mi. The smells and sounds of surrounding Islamite 's with their animal passing careless bumping into them with a force that threatened to send one reeling to the basis tugging the others along for the ride. Any temptation to hold back was served with an unexpected blow of what Cecelia surmised was a heavily leather crop. She felt her feet gain the fluid surface of wooden planks again. Slivers of restless watery refections blinded her eyes danced from below as it was manifest that their ensemble was now being led over a dock. `` Were they all being transshipped to some other embrasure ?', she wondered ? A arduous right turn and a serial of short-circuit blows guided them up a crowd plank. The smell of fresh key and teak wood along with an bitter look of smoke. ember smoke ! Something from a ship 's steam boiler now insinuated itself into her anterior naris giving her a start. `` What variety of bulkhead would they be confined within this time ? ``, she wondered. A discorporate set of rough hands pushing the heads of each through a passageway door to greeted them. They were then gathered together in a line within a cabin.

One by one the rough textile overlayer was dragged from their nakedness after the connecting chains had been detached. The necessary for public correctitude to underwrite their exposed shape to open view now fully dispensed with. Their chemical group indoors safely cloistered from of public scrutiny of Islamic Sharia. The gags were quickly removed. The sound of collective sob from the unfortunate women rose up as they huddled close together in a mass arms still fettered behind by the iron as they all cried. One by one each one was taken strongly in hand. Their wristlet unlocked and tossed in the corner. The women returning to a mutual untied sobbing embrace as they shivered arm in arm press naked sweaty. An incus along with a small brazier was now brought forward and placed before them. The women 's cried died to a whisper as new sets of heavy iron shackles were produced by two well-muscled men dressed in hopelessly coal soiled knickers. The arms, shoulders, and chest of the men being completely out of proportion in ordered series to the repose of their body. They pulled a char away from the group towards the glowing brazier one bending her foreword hard over the anvil her behind high up and vulnerable. The women letting at communal gasp as they saw one of the men pull a hot smoothing iron from the brasier. Its business end an intricate stigma all aglow and red hot. Cecelia screamed along with the bound victim in torture as the iron pressed hard into her figure with a filthy sounding sizzle. The look of burnt flesh immediately gift throughout the room. They looked collectively a the cabin door which was now closed and fully secured. With no avenue of escape they huddled again like sheep pressing together punishing and tight 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 focusing of the denounce woman now choking on her own sobbing. One man pushed her down to kneel before the incus. The early dragging the articulatio radiocarpea of each arm towards the undetermined bond and methodically snapping it closed then inserting a glowing rivet fresh from the brazier into the hole upon the position of the iron fetter. His correct hand taking up a sledge and banning upon the malleable stud. Each of the blows sending a small set of burning sparks bouncing about on floor and exposed frame causing the poor unfortunate to wince. Each ringing clangour of metallic element on metal sending a corporate shiver through the amalgamation of naked female person figure clinging together just opposite. One carpus now permanently secured, the other carpus of the cleaning lady was equally attended to with another bond. The woman now roughly twisted around with each of her ankles presented in tour. The end resultant being that the woman 's two wrist and two ankles were linked each to its corresponding other by two lengths of three foot distance of chain.

In what seemed to be an timeless existence of fourth dimension and holy terror the women now stood silent and downcast. Each one attired in a new set of jewelry. Cecelia 's wrists and ankles throbbing from the rut of the rivets coursing through the trammel. The room seemed to have a conversant throbbing sound. Something in the collective unconscious reentry known but elusive in the midst of all this shock. Something pulling her away from what seemed glaringly inevitable. A slave to be held absorbed in uncivilized thralldom naked and permanently shackled through all futurity creation. An inner voice prodding her insistently ! `` Go on say it ! '' she heard it whisper, `` For you full life sentence ! '' The shorter of the two giants angrily pointed menacingly at a doorway immediately beyond which was a sharply vertical stairwell that appeared More a ladder downward to the interior of the ship. The second of the brute now brandishing a little cat o'nine menacingly up in the air. The first fair sex receiving a blow from it across her chest. It 's bantam metallic element scrounges leaving a few droplets of blood quickly forming along the resultant wound. Crying out in intense pain as he breast bobbed up and down under her hand she clinked along through the first step and down the stairwell. The other three needing no boost urging. Down into the Interior Department of the ship their chains singing away with every step they felt the warmth rising as they reached each sword gridded platform. The source of the throbbing strait revealed data formatting he surroundings as an idling marine locomotive engine. Cajoled along by glancing blows and guttural utterance down turning twice more down two other levels of steep stairwells where they were abruptly buffeted back by another bare-chested evil titan who held them at bay keeping them from descending further into another abyss of throbbing machinery. The heat by this stop was beyond bearable of that which was experienced from the sun up topside. The booming sound of articulating motor arms churning away extinguishing any normal level of human words. The cast down women near to swooning. The stairwell that had led them down from above sat above a hatch composed of closely spaced horizontal branding iron Browning automatic rifle with a hasp. The imprint left by the sight of same suggesting a form of prison-like envelopment. The eyes of all the enslaved women obsessively focused upon the big unfastened lock that was attached to the hatch by a lilliputian chain. All wee startled in unison as it as it unexpectedly swung upwards. A ace tree proboscis of an arm pushed the gate upward and the great head of an equally malefic giant popped up through the opening. Over his bare shoulder was a rophy tightly digging into the flesh of his shoulder. As he stepped out and over onto the gridded platform he turned to begin hauling something weightily attached to the Lapp roofy from below. The pinion women all gasped in unison. At the end of the rope appeared the remains of an cadaverous female. The rump of the R-2 tightly looped around the top of her chest underneath her lifeless blazon. The soggy slumping figure covered in black sooty kernel from headland to toe. The trunk of what was obviously a very beat char. What had once been a glowing shock of blond hairsbreadth upon the head of a once young and vibrant fount was now a dirty wet mop of coal debris. The man dragged the corpse about roughly tossing it carelessly aside to earn way for the grouping of newly-impressed hard worker to pass. A all-inclusive evil grin upon his facial expression accompanied a slight sarcastically deferential bow of his head signaling his two fellows conducting the company to urge them forth one at a time into the bowels of what now seemed the hellish chamber of horrors that awaited them below. Every women shaking uncontrollably in animal veneration urged on by quick diagonal from behind by the cat.

Cecelia felt numb and rubbery as it was her routine to deform down to seize the burning stave of the steel ladder to descend down to what now seemed a very forgetful and most probably an eternally torment end. Was this place in fact a lower rope of the pits described by her old in hell that she was condemned to suffer within as a penalty for her iniquity ? The Romanticism of life as paramour now fully flown from her consciousness by the brimstone burning her animal foot from unbearable heat ever rising as she descended. Her mind a blank shell, completely use up away leaving a nihility containing one simple question as to what had occasioned the final circumstances of the Thomas Young woman her cadaver having just been so carelessly discarded. As she stepped off the ladder her interrogative sentence was immediately answered by the hatful of a naked cleaning woman in chains that were similar to her own tirelessly working away at diminishing a pile of coal by shoveling it bit by bit into the raging perdition of a boiler 's furnace. Her body hard and toned from unending physical labor. The inmate 's struggling trunk clothed head to toe in a slippery pitch blackness. Her bleakness clothed by the improver of a loop of chained padlocked around her waist adding the to rigor of the shackle clinking wildly with every toss of the shovel into the fiery freshness of flame licking out of the open portal to the ultimate heart of Hell creating steam for the massive ship 's boilers. Two other women being equally scantily attired in atomic number 26 shoveling coal with as a great deal energy into two other open furnaces. The small ensemble working at an accelerated pace as if their liveliness depended on satisfying the kettle furnaces 's ardent wrath. Cecelia now felt that she had finally reach her ultimate destination and fate. To melt slowly within the insufferable vividness of this everlasting heating. She turned to see her early three fellow traveler being led to the former bay. Each to her place stopped before the open door as a chain was pulled up from the lampblack and padlocked tightly around each of them. The wall behind piled with prominent chunks of coal. Several inert female person torsos slumped one atop the other over one of the small mounds. One of them stirring with a feeble moan as the the male screw having first opened each furnace doorway of the opposite bay before the newly cinctured char took his long atomic number 26 rod and pressed its radiance red hooked end into the position of the top most soundbox upon the fleshy mint. The attendant then slapping hard upon the top of her buttocks with his bane causing her to contort up painfully and cower Forth in expectant agony to what appeared to be a small jail cellphone enclosure located just behind the vertical ladder.

The guard alternately prodding the mass of her cheek cooling its tip without eh sizzle of flesh from her scarred human body. Motivating her to cringe faster to her destination inverse of the ceaseless excitement of broiling heat. He then dropping the branding iron to run up to stand over her in figurehead of the open up gate, half throwing her half stuffing her completely inside. Cecelia was grabbed by the same man and then shoved and kicked into the hold blank space on top of the smother of what turned out to be yet another inmate resting within. A low ceilinged enclosure that barely could fit two housing the three of them. Cecelia 's head crammed awkwardly for a moment upon the pulsating belly of the injured woman who now was fighting for breathing time. Until grasped by another rough hand to be pushed off the first with a violent shove. `` Let the whore breath her close you bitch ! ''. Cecelia strained backward against the vertical bars of the room access that had now been secured shut with a metallic click. The fatal coal dust smeared face of the woman in the trace who had pushed her off the other still prostrate now sneered. `` Four time of day shoveling ! '' `` And four hr rest ! '' `` Non-stop ! '' `` And Forever ! '' `` You can try to squat over the bucket 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 swill ? '' `` Just piddle and squirt it out from both remnant when your shoveling on the ember spilling from the sand trap. '' The woman then went stonily tacit as she cradled the inert form of the fully played out worker her chest of drawers pulsating erratically. Cecelia looked down at the wretch crunched over the thigh of the other coal carbon black melanize Madonna Louise Ciccone cradling her from above. Her quick shallow breather barely audible. The woman cradling her looking up from her load. `` She wo n't finis ! ``, the woman spat out meanly. Then looking with utter hatred in her center at Cecelia, `` And neither will the clump of you ! '' Cecelia let out a unretentive galvanise scream as she felt herself go syncope. `` Last. .. ? ``, she trembled in a squeaky voice ! '' `` Yeah ! '' said the former womanhood. `` Die of exhaustion and then get tossed over the position as dinner for the sharks. '' `` The emir of this stinking island hates Christians. '' `` The Italians killed one of his congener ! '' `` We are his pillage and gift to view for visiting European ambassadors ! '' `` He likes to exhibit to alien traveler struggling naked under the lash for a meadowlark ! '' The charwoman 's scarred arms and torso posture unfermented scabs from Recent blows of the scourge. `` Thinks he makes Allah happy by showing us to them shoveling non-stop until he works a few of us to demise. '' `` 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 Sir Thomas More than two week ! '' `` Maybe three calendar week at best ! ``

Cecelia began to bawl out loud turning away from the howling fiend of her fellow yard bird who ponded hard and violently upon the dying body of the fair sex who had now had stopped breathing beneath her. `` Wake up beef ! ``, the crazed yardbird screamed as she pounded even harder on the torpid soma of the expired slave. Looking back up at Cecelia with a toothless grin all of her front line teeth having been recently smashed out. `` You 'll see ! ``, the crazed banshee kept repeating endlessly with increasing venom. The three other adult female were now struggling mightily to respectively lift digger full 's of coal upward to keep them them horizontal surface with the overt door of the boiler furnaces. The bare chested gaoler striking out at one bare white back with the replete fury of his scrooge. Urging all of his bang to aid them conquer their sheer forcible debilitation through motivating them with more hammer strokes from his cat up and down all over their dispirited rachis and cheek. The figure on each turning into red stripes dripping blood.The charwoman now trembling mightily with greater elbow grease. Some still barely getting a shovelful into its intended target but doing same faster. Slowly mastering the eating of the insatiable raging snake pit behind the glowing red iron backtalk of each boiler to burn a little hotter. Any come on girl spilling coal from a scuttle earning the reprobate 's perspiration slick red striped white back another two cherry red welts. The regular recurrence of each eventually coming into a sweetheart cycle as each tortured someone was getting the hang of the aright amount of ember to sky. The big man behind him taking nip in perfecting their aim by the constant threat of yet Thomas More pain to be inflicted on their struggling torso if they dropped the pace. The voice just behind Cecelia chimed out, `` They 're agile learners ! ``, she cackled, `` And you 'll soon learn too ! '' `` Ha ha ha ! '' Cecelia turned back glaring as the early woman with daggers as the former pushed the inert body of the unfortunate 's corpse hard up against Cecelia 's folded legs. She rose up abruptly and turning her rose hip hard to one incline and let out a grueling stream of hot piss splattering carelessly about. Much of it splashing across the dead woman 's psyche. The torrent dousing clean some of the black smudges of its torso. Cecelia unexpectedly shocked by its reveal of recently scarred white skin.. `` You 'll see ! ``, the harpy chortled again. `` Why do n't they send a squadron of ships from England to save us ? ``, loudly weeped Cecelia. `` Hah ! ``, spat unnerving her cellmate. `` They 're all men ! '' `` The amir has them stand up there just above us on the control grid. '' `` They stand there watching us dying at the end of our military strength suffering like the condemned from hellhole saying absolutely zero. '' `` If you cry out to realise their attention for help you get hit harder ! '' `` So you learn quickly promote your coal scuttle harder into another down of stone and just digger and shut your hole '' `` You can feel their jizz raining down above sizzling on your bare back ! '' `` You just keep open shoveling faster giving them a skillful display. '' `` As far as they care you might be their sister or their mother and they wo n't aid ya ! '' `` They do n't worry ! '' `` To them we 're just idle naked animals '' `` Something out of a zoo to face and laugh at like dirty imp ! '' `` The piece of tail bastards ! '' Cecelia turned back again towards her previous familiar. They seemed transformed in some way from adult female into a more sinister forms of beasts. Their once white tegument now peppered gray over red chevron now from the gathering junk of shovelfuls of tossed coal growing slowly blacker. The accumulation of sweat streaking through exposing the ruby exposed form torn here and there by the cat 's metal tips. The gaoler seeing Cecelia peering out, her chest of drawers gruelling pressed against the parallel bars exposing the two ruddy top of her large breasts and flicked his lash out at one. She screamed in instant agony looking down to find a welt forming upon the top of one The maniac 's self-satisfied sadistic grin beaming down upon her as she cowered back as fast as he could scramble into the cell 's interior.

The part from the dark behind her rang out again. `` They 'll never touch you like a regular man would. '' `` Nor poke you between your legs or squeeze your nipple ! '' `` Never with their mitt at least ? '' `` Only with the cilium. '' `` You wo n't get fucked with a bid grueling dick in this post. ``, the woman 's voice lowered at the end of her outburst into a low oink. Cecelia twisted sweatily back around dragging her breasts from any potential contact with the hot iron of the cake only to face the tormenting convict once again. Her tormenter now sat with her own legs pulled back and spread all-inclusive apart like the fore pegleg of a malevolent spider. She was busily shoving three of her lank finger hard up as deep as potential into her own vagina. Vigorously pumping the well of her ruby red wet slit like some insane zoo monkey letting out low moans as she began to ride into strength of a climax and began to spurt. The initial wave of her coming now spent. Sinking back for a moment into a more relaxed status the woman now opened her eyes and stared directly at Cecelia. `` You bettor learn this magic fast, my dear ! '' `` It 's the sole matter that will keep you going ! '' `` Coal junk and cunt do n't taste so bad once you get into it ! ``, the woman offered as she smiled wickedly. She slowly leaned frontward towards Cecelia suddenly saying, `` Maybe you 's like to try some now ? '' `` Hungry ? ``, shrieked the woman with a big toothed grin as she grabbed firmly at Cecelia 's head with her two hands forcing it down towards the wet gaping tap opening at the base of her wooden leg. Despite every attempt by Cecelia to pull away, the accumulated strength amplification from a small eternity of the other charwoman ; s shoveling coal overcame all attempt to resist. The woman playfully washed Ceceli 's face with her vagina 's government issue. Vigorously rubbing her genital organ up and down all over Cecelia 's pry and lips. Another straightaway spurt of juices then unexpectedly summoned from the hole hurtling out into the poor girls mouth. `` Lick me you fucking bitch Lick me ! '' The stringy muscles of the woman punishing Cecelia screeching. `` Lick me or I 'll vote down you ! '' I 'll asphyxiate you with my cunt ! '' The beldam revelry was suddenly cut scant as a hard male person voice barked from outside. The small jail cell door swung assailable and Cecelia 's pilus was grabbed from tail and she was pulled backwards out the clasp of her insane cellmate. Two arms forced her upwards to the speech sound of her own Chain clanking. She found herself now fully puked to her groundwork and shoved before the exhausted frame of one of her pilot companions. The teddy was being changed. And it was now her turn to shovel coal and tormented. The loop of chain on the other staggering barely able to suffer was now removed and transferred tightly around her own waist. The front of the early woman 's nerve and organic structure was completely black with a slurry of coal dust and body sweat. The man pushed the unfortunate binding towards the cell where the other gaoler fresh from the other set of boilers was carelessly pulling the cadaver of the absolutely cleaning woman out of the flyspeck cadre by its ankle joint. A puddle of excrement trailing across the entrance from between the stiff 's posterior. The new occupier now was pushed down to her hands and knees and forced to creep through it. Listless and not resisting she struggled against exhaustion to slide across its sleek down aerofoil. A gleeful cry rising up from within. Emanating from the toothless mouth of the archetype harpie as a new dupe was introduced to swear out her insatiable desire.

The long duration of range was running back through the vallecula of Cecelia 's large ass. She felt a big hand thrust her to towards the coal scuttle laying upside down on the trading floor. Though she was almost five feet away, the heat projected by the furnace as its door was opened seemed as if it might set her head of hair on ardor ! The flash pain of the cat stroking against her low-down binding forcing her instantaneous submission to stoop over to cull up the heavy opening. Needing no further boost to begin her task she bit the edge of it deep into the cascading plenty of coal rocks just to her position to discard them in. Her arms felt the like gum elastic as she lifted it as high as she thought that she could just shy of the undetermined threshold. The hotness pouring from the furnace threatening to boil her eyeballs and she had to shut her hat into a tight squint. A loud sally of steel belt hitting hard into tender flesh helped boost her weapon up high just far enough to pour forth the content of the spadeful int the firing 's maw. She choked from the pain of the blow. She managed to get another shovelful almost perfectly into the gabardine hot opening move 's mouth. Another offer landed on the back of her upper thigh. And then a further one first directly on her tailbone. And as he thought to fall off down from the unendurable passion yet another blow reaching up between her buttocks to graze her sex helping her to rise straight back up tottering with a shovel full of coal at the ready. The pain was now beyond unbearable for her conscious head to get the picture. But her dead body snapped to care a puppet knowing exactly what was demanded of it. Meticulously scrapping the mouthpiece of the scuttle across the base to wedge up another sizeable portion of coal. The snow becoming less frequent as she began to adhere to a uninterrupted unbreakable pace. And so it went, on and on and on until she was a mindless golem struggling to best it 's last pitch. Stroke and throw, stroke and cam stroke, again and again and again. Her buttocks like Gemini granite hard tilt. Her bleeding back growing ever harder the electric cord of newly discovered heftiness bulging Forth. The once human mechanics ever on the edge of collapsing ! But seemingly ever being able-bodied to best itself with every consecutive endeavor. A certain common sense of burning now consuming invading he own belly autonomous of the flames of the inferno before her. The heat within it rivaling the fires that she fed as her own twat began to throb and tighten harder and ever unvoiced with every successive lift. The release of what seemed to be internal fluids and ocean spilling forth. Drops of it poring from below to sizzle loudly on the floor. And upon the bottom of the boiler 's steel with every drive forward of the spadeful as the coal was thrown. A brutal gumption of ecstasy beyond anything imaginable had taken hold of her. Anything that once could possess be considered cultured about her stagnant the wildness of mindless fury having taken control of her soul. She had been transformed from a human being into a viscid struggling beast. A bruise animal caught up in an all out struggle to reconstitute its former earthly bounds into that of a devil. No longer pitifully asking for rilievo for some unexpected mercy. But begging for more blinding heat energy and the electrocution solidus yet another blow upon her white hot material body. A completely crazy yard bird initiated into the paradiss of an perpetual Hell .