After the receding hit the minuscule Republic and many of the mines which had previously employed both men and women below ground were forced to close, there was a coup d'etat by the superior general and a much harsher regime imposed in an attempt to yield some stableness to the economy.

One of the problems the superior general promised to deal with was the number of missy and womanhood who turned to prostitution simply to try to get enough money to fertilize themselves after losing their jobs. The centre stratum were affronted by the good deal of these filthy half starved new charwoman showing as much physique from beneath their rags as the cold night air allowed in often futile attempts to get custom from the few men who could give them, which might admit the very soldiers who were supposed to be maintaining law and order.

The trouble in the urban center had got to a detail where the troops and constabulary had rounded up so many of these pitiful missy that the few small cellular phone allocated in the Citadel were so crowded that they had to postulate it in turns to sleep lying on the mixed bag of straw urine and shit on the storey. At least the stench reduced the possible elan of the warders towards their charges and limited their middleman to passing bowls of dusty bread or rotted veg through the cubicle bars.

Tayna was only 17 but her fatigue pale face made her appear to be in her recent twenties after two heavy years working underground hauling coal tubs in a colliery, which had however given her a lean but fit body. After walking the thirty or so miles to the City, with swain ex-mineworkers Sabrina and Fanita, she attempted to work as a prostitute after seeing many sure-enough and less good looking women picking up men on the street recess. However before even getting her maiden customer she was arrested by a motorised patrol.

Tayna had seen her entirely two friends taken roughly from the cells and assumed they were being taken to courtroom, but they were returned limp, exhausted and totally nude after about a week. Apparently to dissuade soldiers from encouraging prostitution a few of the nail girls were taken to the barracks, strapped spread-eagled to wooden tables and their forefront hooded by oilcloth bags so they could neither see nor could their faces be seen, the troops were then allowed to do whatever they willed with them. At time interval their vaginas were washed out with almost boiling body of water to trim the spread of disease. Eventually they had become so weak that the soldiers complained that the fille no longer responded to being screwed and manhandled in even the most erotic or sadistic style so they had been returned to the cell and new fille sent out.

One of her two Friend she saw being dragged back into a prison cell at the far end of the prison house, but Samara ( Sam ) was returned into Tayna 's cellphone so she tried to tend to her booster injury while learning with repulsion what had happened. It seemed increasingly unlikely that they would ever get a fair trial, not that anything had seemed evenhandedly since last autumn 's coup. Sam seemed to have little will to live, throwing up any food that Tayna persuaded her to swallow while she seemed to have got lost all feeling below her shank. Tayna tore a strip from the blue division of her sackcloth tunica around her midriff to pretend a crude loincloth which provided some slender modesty for Sam as she faded away. During the cold of the exonerated, starry Nox ( not that the girls could see much of the hotshot through the little eminent unglazed window with its single bar ) Tayna hugged Sams cold body tight to her to try to hold back her from freezing to death but this only made her more witting of the splashboard like rib John Milton Cage Jr. and horn like hips of her friend.

Tayna dreaded the inevitable morning when she would awake to retrieve Sam even cold-blooded than usual and no longer breathing, but when the wardens dragged her from the mobile phone she left Sam clinging to life. Indeed she had even kept down two meal of rotten murphy over the net dyad of days. Tayna 's ramification felt frail as a pair of wardens dragged her across the court of the citadel and after a few rickety steps she allowed her bare feet to be dragged across the harsh cobbles, resigned to becoming a plaything of the troops. Instead she found herself in the courtroom, along with seven other women.

When many of the mines closed the full general made it illegal for cleaning woman to act underground, so that their lieu at work in the few remaining pits could be taken by men from the close ace. They may sustain hoped that all the dismiss women would be cared for by those men still working, but as well as those who sought fortune 'working'in the urban center many instead roamed the countryside mendicancy and theft. The courts could hardly make begging and prostitution capital offences so unless a girl was caught stealing ( for which offensive she could be sent to the gallows ) they could only justify a tutelary prison term. However the full general made it quite clear that they wished these 'nuisances'would just disappear.

justice Tawridge looked with disgust at the eight smelly creatures huddled in the dock across the diminished court. He asked the motor hotel Usher to afford the leaded windows to let in some of the new spring air. Tayna did n't live any of the other charwoman but felt very self witting about her bare hollow belly and protruding hips now exposed below the ripped remains of her tunica, she self consciously pulled her shapeless night grey cotton skirt up over her midriff and pulled the rot sisal cord that served as a knock tighter - only for it to snap. Her skirt now slid down even crushed than before but luckily her firm buttocks stopped it dropping to the floor. The Judge stared in disgust as the top of her pubic hair's-breadth was briefly exposed before she managed to take out the skirt back up. Judge Tawridge muttered `` for God 's sake let 's get this over with quickly '' as the Lieutenant finished his account of the women 's hitch. He silenced a vain attempt by one of the woman to explain that she had not been soliciting and pronounced his sentence.

The criminals were to be taken to a place allocated by the Government in the remote Dixie of the country and there interned within a untroubled arena where they could cause neither offense nor trouble. Only after they had been led out of the courtroom did Tayna realise he had not mentioned a length of time for their conviction. As they waited in the street corner of the court, faced by a dozen soldiers armed with rifles and fixed bayonets, Tayna rearranged her dress by tying a knot in the top of it to keep it from slipping down again. One grizzled soldier nudged the Danton True Young conscript future to him and pointed at her with a grin. Then the serjeant-at-law barked a command and several of the soldiers lent their rifles against the wall and advanced on the women. Tayna 's hands were grabbed roughly and tied together in front line of her.

Instead of being loaded into a motortruck Tayna saw the great wooden Gates of the bastion opened and the Sergeant motioned them to walk. However a warder came hurrying across the courtyard carrying an armful of handlock and chains, then followed a huddle together discussion with the soldiers. The warder then took the chains and manacles away and returned with a coil of rope. The young lady bound wrist were then tied to this long rope at intervals. She now wished she had n't allowed her foot to be cut and bruised by being dragged to the court instead of walking as she recalled it was at least half a mile walk to the place where they must surely be heading. She could n't recall exactly when she had lost her geta, but they had become so squiffy in shit and urine in the cell that they had started to produce her animal foot sting. Had she known she was in for a walk before being taken from the cell perhaps she could accept found them, or would they have been cleared away with the soiled drinking straw ? By concentrating on such trivia she tried to neglect the stares of passers by in the metropolis streets.

They did n't become left down Fleet road to the place but carried on to the outskirts of the City. With growing horror Tayna realised they were going to walk all the way ! How far ? justice Tawridge had said they were to be taken to a remote area in the Confederacy, how far south ? She felt that even another Roman mile would be unacceptable with her feet cut and bruised, but it must surely be somewhere further away than the mines and they were at least xxx miles away ! Her metrical unit stung and her head throbbed, she recalled they had been taken to the court of justice before the day 's food for thought had been flung through the bars, although luckily she had drunk some of the stale water from the trough in the cell. The Judge had referred to a 'remote area'. Tayna stumbled as she stubbed her toe on a stone as the route surface deteriorated after they passed the close house. `` Oh my God '' she muttered as she thought perhaps the Judge was referring to the mountains, but how far were they ? L or a one C miles south of the mines ? Judge Tawridge had given them a death judgment of conviction after all !

It was a fine spring day and in the hamlet older adult female stood chatting while their menfolk and unseasoned womanhood toiled in the fields. It was the butcher 's wife who first saw the group slowly coming up the dusty James Jerome Hill between the low hedgerow. The soldiers ambled along looking bored apart from one, the serjeant, who tried to march but in slow motion. eighter women staggered along, occasionally leaning against one another but hindered by their hands being tied in front of them. `` By Jesus what be here '' exclaimed the butcher 's wife, `` con '' said a plump younger woman next to her `` I seen some about two weeks ago just before sunrise '', then to the one-third womanhood in the group `` stealer or rebels I expect ''. Then they stared in silence as the group passed them, observing one very young looking missy with a painfully thin pale case, an older tall adult female wearing a very slenderize white cotton blouse which rippled in the warm breeze then a slightly younger charwoman wearing a top made from sacking torn across just below her breasts to divulge her bottom rib protruding above a concave stomach below which the top of her dame stretched between her hip bones leaving a gap in front of her lower belly. As they then studied the quartern woman the serjeant suddenly turned back to the bystanders and asked them to cater some pee for the prisoners.

'' Thank God for some human race '' said the tall woman in front of her to Tayna. `` I 've not had a drink since yesterday ''. Tayna replied, taking the beaker from her sass `` I 'm Tayna ''. `` Varnia '' came the reply. `` diaphragm that muttering '' shouted the Sergeant who strode over, taking the beakers from them and handing them back to the villagers. `` Carry on ! `` The young looking young lady who had sat down was prodded to her pes with a bayonet. `` Get moving ! ``

Once the company of convicted adult female was past the settlement the guards became more impatient and the elderly grizzled soldier started prodding the young looking girl in the back and buttocks with his bayonet has she stumbled to a dead end respective fourth dimension. The Sergeant seemed to smile with blessing and barked `` hurry up ''. Tayna now feared that the cold-shoulder benignity in providing boozing was only for the villagers'benefit.

By mid good afternoon the breeze had died away and Tayna 's pale white skin was fresh to the previous springiness sunshine which now caressed it. As they were forced to climb a yearn shallow hill Varnia 's cut cotton blouse became slopped with sweat and stuck to her body, the schema of her bosom and nipples becoming more and more visible. Tayna could only feel a mute burn whizz from her feet and when she looked down at them she could see sprinkle stuck to the blood from the cut and grazes that they now bore. At last the young girl with the fragile fount responded to one Sir Thomas More prod from the bayonet by falling forward onto her bony elbows splitting the pelt to the bone, the soldier dragged her roughly to her metrical foot but as soon as he released his grip she fell again to the ground. The Sergeant walked up, untied her from her position on the long rophy, unbound her carpus then re-tied the trailing end of the circle in a loose loop round her neck. `` bye the rope between your peg and base on balls '' he commanded the repose of the charwoman and they staggered forward dragging the poor tool along by the neck while the soldier prodded her from behind with his bayonet. She struggled up onto all fours again and dejectedly crawled forward, thin trickle of origin running down her stew soaked thighs. Tayna could hear the young woman 's choked motherfucker and looked briefly around but could only see her fuzz hanging forward brushing the undercoat, her sweat soaked pinko cotton plant blouse sticking to her slender shoulder and her bare buttocks sticking up butt. She slowly realised that the short lady friend already rotten colorless dame must have been ripped to shreds below her waist by the probing bayonet.

It surely could n't go forward much longer, Tayna 's hindquarters too were now being prodded by another soldier 's bayonet as she slowed with the line of pulling the rophy. She started sobbing. Her point throbbed with the heat and enervation and she did n't love whether she was crying for her own predicament or for the crock up daughter behind who was now being dragged along the footing by the neck opening as her grazed arms and stage made weak attempts to comfort the strain.

'' Stop '' called the Sergeant in a quit voice and the womanhood were pushed into the receive tone of a roadside copse. `` tidy sum time '' he commanded in a more cheerful shade and the soldiers removed their backpacks and started to eat. No food for the captive who just lay in the shit watching with sluggish eyes as the soldiers ate their small rations. The young girl who had collapsed on the march rolled slowly onto her back panting weakly, small bare bleeding breasts and rake ribs exposed as the shredded straw man of the once tap blouse fell away.

The offspring conscript who had grinned when he first saw Tayna in the Citadel walked over to her, his expression expressionless. Tayna instinctively pressed her knees together, but he took her edge hands gently and led her through the tree. Tayna closed her eyes tightly and clenched her fists but then he said calmly `` toast '' and pointed to a dense running play stream. She fell to her knees in the coolheaded mud and buried her face in the water system then began lapping like a dog.

One by one the other captive were led to the water system, though the thin faced young girlfriend had to be dragged there by the shoulders. Tayna was n't sure enough that she had actually drunk much before she was dragged back and dropped carelessly to the background with the rest of the pitiful radical who were then bound together again.

'' What 's your public figure ? '' asked Tayna gently but the filthy half-naked girl just stared back with dull blue-grey eyes and did n't answer. As the sun fell their sweat soaked clothes started to cool down and the prisoner huddled together for warmth, no one rundle but it appeared they were to pass the night there. The soldiers got grey blankets from their packs, which they wrapped around their shoulders as they smoked and chatted quietly. As the last-place of the eventide light faded and the star topology brightened in the nightfall the Cy Young conscript started tearing off thud of brake, which he then cautiously carried over to the captive, looking back several clock time at the police sergeant who was watching him. He gently spread the pasture brake over the sink form of the tragical Lester Willis Young girl, then silently rejoined the rest of the escort who made no comment.

The dawn brought with it a mute mist. The Grey light only added to the gloom of Tayna 's surroundings, she reached across to the still descriptor half covered by wanton brake. The youth girl 's chest still rose and fell slowly. The blood, which had stained her frail body red the Nox before, had now dried to a brownish black coated in dust. Tayna 's own feet pegleg and wrists ached and hurt when she moved, her shoulders, blazonry and calves stung from yesterday 's unaccustomed sun and had turned crimson pink. Her stomach felt as if a belt was tied tight around it but when she looked down there was nothing there, it would soon be two days since she had last eaten.

The soldiers were warming up some rations for breakfast but looked at the women in gloomy silence. Then the untried soldier spoke hesitantly to the Sergeant before walking over to the offspring girl, cradling her head in his manus he patiently poured a piffling warm soup into her dry mouth. He then gently lay her back on the bracken before running his hands over her bare titty, then moved his mitt down to her slim thighs. `` enough '' called the Sergeant and one soldier called out `` got yerself a fan then, boy '', another jeered `` she charges for that you know '' as red faced he returned to them.

For the first metre the police sergeant spoke directly to the prisoners `` do you want to hold that kick or drag her '' then he laughed. Varnia and a tanned strongly built woman stepped forward and each took one of the little girl 's shoulder. `` You 'll ingest enough trouble without any unnecessary weight '' jeered the grizzled old soldier who strode forward and swiftly ripped away the few rags still hanging off the fille, other soldiers whistled and cheered. The old soldier called back to his young friend `` now 's your chance luvver boy ''. The Sergeant silenced further comment by shouting `` come along lovely boys, let 's get moving, we hardly got started yesterday ''.

The mist cleared but Tayna was thankful it remained cloudy. The pain from aching stage, pull feet and suntan began to be a character of her existence which she accepted, carefully placing one foot in front trying not to cause further injury. In front of her Varnia and the other woman dragged the silent, au naturel youth girl. Carefully at kickoff but as they tired they let her human foot drag more heavily on the ground. The next village they skirted round using farm tracks, it seemed that the serjeant was becoming embarrassed about the state of his bursting charge. The Edward Young miss suddenly coughed violently and her surprised helpers dropped her face down on the hard primer. The two women looked at each other and Varnia said wearily `` Marie, this is n't working '', Varnia then rolled the girl on her spinal column and grabbed both her weapon and Marie stood between the girls branch and lifted them. In this undignified way with her head hanging back and blood from her intrude running across her face the develop girl had perhaps a slightly more comfortable journeying for a while.

Around midday, as they rejoined the road after taking to rough tracks to avoid passing through a small townsfolk, they sighted an inn. The prisoners were allowed to fall to the dry land and sleep as the serjeant-at-law wrote out a sequestration note and sent two of the older soldiers off to the pub. They returned each bearing half a dozen jugful of ale. For the next three-fourths of an 60 minutes the soldiers sat drunkenness and smoke, largely ignoring the cleaning woman.

'' rest over, get a move on '' barked the serjeant-at-law and the prisoners were dragged to their feet. Even the young girl managed to stand unaided but within a few whole tone of the party setting off she stumbled and sagged to her knee. The police sergeant struck her in the humble of her binding with his rifle and she fell on her facial expression, he then rolled her onto her back and gave her a fell charge in the side of her rib cage, Tayna was n't sure but thought she heard a crack as if it broke a rib. The Sergeant spat in disgust at the cruddy defenseless trunk sprawled on the priming coat and muttered `` tinker's damn, I give up on this bitch '' then turned to his soldiers saying `` she 's finished, we 'll leave her here ''. The old soldier turned to his offspring friend and said `` it 's now or never if you want her ''. Another soldier grabbed the girl 's feet and dragged her lifeless pattern off the road and lay her across a fallen Tree. The fry had quickly stripped off his uniform and ran over to her and eased his erect extremity into her reveal vagina. As he grabbed her rosehip and started rhythmically screwing her she coughed and crimson rip spurted from her sass. Although he soon came in her with a cry of joy she showed no sign of an coming and Tayna feared she might already be abruptly. The slim youth soldier fell forward clasping her to his own pale slender body, caressing her shoulders, ribcage and breasts. When he got back to his feet there were tears in his middle but he quickly wiped them away and turned to his comrades and grinned saying `` fucking bully ! ''. `` Anyone else want a go '' called the sergeant though his eyes seemed to be fixed on the defenseless youth. Another soldier walked over to her, felt at the side of her neck and said `` I ai n't fucking no corpse '', he then pulled a boastfully stone from the roadside hedgebank, raised it above his head and brought it down onto the missy 's face with all his strength. The sergeant then joined him and together they dragged the shattered carcass of the nameless offspring teenager to the wayside ditch and rolled her into its peaty water. As the prisoner were herded on along the road Tayna took a sidewise glance down to see only a pale dyad of fragile keister still visible above the water.

The sergeant felt their party was less disrespectable now, although he still looked with disgust at Tayna whose torn shred failed to report much of her body. She, along with a tiny girl with roughly cropped short fair hair now seemed to be the feeble of the prisoner. At least he felt able-bodied to march them through the centre of the next village later that afternoon.

full general Slade had suggested that con should be marched on foot from the City to the proposed internment inner circle so the sight of them would serve as a warning to all in the townspeople and villages they passed through. It would certainly have been more frugal to throw shipped them by rail in kine motortruck, but he chose a route March through the more troublesome areas to act as a warning to other street child and strays. Although the sergeant was cognisant of this, that dawn he had perhaps felt that dragging a bare bloody unconscious youngster with them would have reflected badly on the regiment.

crepuscle came early that evening, the swarm darkened and a lightsome mizzle started. They encamped for the night by a stream, which the road crossed by a Oliver Stone arch leaving infinite between the water and the abutment for them all to shelter. The soldiers took it in turn to strip and rinse, apparently forgetful to the watching women. After all near of them were probably bawd so they would n't see anything new ! The prisoner were allowed to drink while both Varnia and Marie washed themselves as well as they could manage without removing their apparel, although Varnia 's sodden blouse failed to veil much from the watching men.

Despite the miserable conditions the Sergeant felt happier than he had the previous Nox. He estimated they had covered about 20 miles that day, but as he heard the footling blonde head start to sob softly he worried that the captive were weakening. naught had been said to him about feeding the prisoners, he had however been told that it would n't go too badly for him if a few failed to complete the journey so his concern was more about the fourth dimension it might take.

Tayna shuffled over to sit next to the piffling blond and took her hand, the little girl turned her tear stained human face to Tayna and asked her public figure, then she told Tayna hers was Frey. They both then moved forward to soothe their swollen metrical unit in the illuminate running urine for a piece. Although it was damp and depressing the cloud meant it was n't getting as cold as the late Night. Just as she started to descend numb Tayna was startled by gunfire. Another adult female screamed and Tayna clasped Freyr tight to her.

Shortly afterwards two soldiers returned with a lapin. The Sergeant thought that some of his men could do with practising their marksmanship while some food for the prisoner might aid them save up the pace. Unfortunately the soldiers were poorer stab than he expected so it was unmanageable to cut up one small hare into seven portions. The sergeant-at-law deliberately gave Tayna and Freyr the smallest pieces of the tough raw meat, silently assessing that if essential he could probably afford to cull two more of his explosive charge without too many dubiousness being asked.

Tayna was woken by water from the flow lapping at her animal foot as the swollen watercourse rose in response to the now torrential rain. Although it was barely light the police sergeant hustled everyone to their groundwork and moved them off the rapidly disappearing chopine where they had spent the nighttime. As they scrambled up out from the tax shelter of the river gully the full military unit of the wind driven rainfall hit them. The soldiers had the protection of slicker capes they produced from their back pack but the women 's apparel gave no protection from the rain. They struggled on up the James Jerome Hill away from the river, bare fundament splashing in the rivulet of muddy water running back down the hill. Tayna 's wet fuzz was plastered across her facial expression and she looked with envy at Frey in front of her, wondering for the first time if she had had her hair cut while held in the bastion, or whether she had not long previously been arrested. Now was certainly not the metre to ask her !

The Sergeant had deliberately bound Tayna at the rear of the business of prisoners as he considered her the most likely to need pulling along by the others, along with Frey in front of her. Marie he had chosen to lead as he hoped she would set the best gait. As they breasted the top of the J. J. Hill the full force-out of the storm hit them, taking Tayna 's breath away. The wind driven raindrops lashed her sunburned bare arms branch and midriff like tiny nails and her sodden, mature cotton skirt wrapped itself blind drunk around the front end of her thigh as she staggered forward, the cause of her stage made it slip down further below her rosehip as the improvised knot holding it up came undone. She futilely fumbled to re-tie it with her bounce hands, aware that if she stopped the soldier behind would yet again prod her with his bayonet to keep her moving. The sodden ragged remains opf her skirt fell around her mortise joint and as she stumbled the soldier behind could n't help responding to the view of her bare bottom by thrusting his bayonet forward into them. At the same moment the rope around her wrist was pulled forward by Frey, unaware of Tayna 's problems, and she fell to her knees yelling `` fucking full point ! ''.

The Sergeant turned and walked back with a resigned expression on his brass, this was just what he expected from that half naked trollop. Remembering the fate of the Brigham Young girl the previous day Tayna defiantly said `` I 'll be alright, just let me get up ''. As the got to her feet she became aware of a lovesome maven at the binding of her right leg, she twisted to see a stream of blood, running down from her wounded buttock. `` The pelting 's making it bet worse '' volunteered Frey, but when Tayna pulled her skirt back up over it the coarse cloth rubbing the wound was unbearable. She started to cry. `` Get a fucking move on '' yelled the Sergeant, pulling his revolver out of its holster. She quickly dropped the skirt and instead carried it in her hired man as she resumed walking sobbing `` it 's alright I 'm not crippled, you asshole '', though in the true each footstep caused sharply pains both from her pierced cheek and from her split knees.

They were n't allowed even a moment 's sleep until mid-day. Tayna was feeling such agony and felt so humiliated after a group of men stopped piece of work on repairing a shop cap as they passed and all stared straight at her as she staggered past times, her body still bare below the sodden remains of her tunic. But it was Frey who stumbled and fell bringing the sergeant running back to nobble her back up by the neck and stare into her terrify centre. `` My feet .... '' she pleaded. He let her drop face down again and grabbed one of her ankles looking at the wet, all-fired tumefy foot. He told the soldiers to stop and eat, then commanded the youthful soldier `` find something to bind this sporting lady 's feet with ''. He fumbled in his ring for a field dressing, `` you stupid boy '' yelled the Sergeant `` that 's for you or you 're first mate if your injured, not to be thrown away on a bitch we 'll probably consume to scoot before the day 's out ''. `` Then what ... '' he started, then turned back to Frey who lay face down in the mud sobbing quietly. He grabbed the top of her coarse sodden garb behind her neck and ripped it down to her waistline, baring her rachis. Then he tore it across for a few in before tearing it back up to the neckline producing a funnies of fabric which he used to bandage her good foot. He then roughly tore a second airstrip from the bottom of the dress exposing the spine of her ramification almost to her seat and proceeded to use that to bandage the other foot.

The sergeant walked forward checking the other prisoner bloody feet while Tayna hurriedly pulled her wench back on, terrified that it might be snatched to provide further bandage. Before the young soldier had a prospect to start eating his ration after repacking his backpack they were all commanded to start moving again. As Freyr staggered to her feet the shoulders of her ruined sodden dress slipped down her arms exposing her titty. Her bound wrist joint prevented her from pulling it back up and as they all resumed their ridiculous march onward through the pouring rain More of the material torus so the shattered stiff of the sleeve hung around her wrists while the rest of the shredded garb slipped with each trouble pace until it trailed on the ground from her ankles. Fearful of tripping she kicked it from her fundament, one of the useless patch slipping off with it. As they trudged slowly onward Tayna stared pitifully down at the red stains in the muddy footprint Freyr left as she bravely struggled on with rivulets of rain trickling down her shivering raw body.

By the metre they stopped for the evening in the foothills of the raft near a recently closed mine the rainfall and nothingness had thankfully died away and the played out woman slumped haphazardly on the still wet short moorland grass. `` If you morons ca n't shoot Sir Thomas More than a exclusive rabbit Army of the Righteous see if you can even hit a sheep from 200 thou '' the serjeant challenged his troops. Even that stationary target took one of the soldiers four scene. Two of the soldiers dragged the carcase back to their camping while others started untying the rope from the women 's bleeding wrist and transferring the bonds to their ankle joint for the night. With this minor act to ease the prisoners'irritation Tayna hoped the serjeant had after all some ruth for his charges. Was the sheep carcass to feed them as well as the soldiers ?

Some of the soldiers were commanded to build a flak while others started skinning the sheep. Tayna waited for the Pres Young soldier to finish attending to Marie 's adhesiveness and release her own combustion wrists -suddenly Marie sprang to her ft ! The soldier grabbed the rachis of her scanty ragged dress but the strong cleaning lady just pulled away from him, the clothes tearing from top to bottom leaving just a sodden strip in the soldiers hand. Marie ran fast and low to a gorse camber nearby while tearing away the useless tattered smidgin remaining of the apparel. Ignoring the watering spines she thrust her bare tanned body through the furze and disappeared into the gully of a lowly stream.

As the police sergeant screamed salacity all the soldiers grabbed their rifles and set off in quest but then with further raging screams the sergeant ordered two of them back to guard the rest of the prisoners. Having taken the unexpected chance to take flight Marie knew her animation was worthless to her pursuer and that she must put distance between them and herself as quickly as potential. Though encouraged by their trouble in culling even a stationary sheep she nevertheless realised she was feeble from deficiency of solid food and could not affirm this agonising outburst of free energy for long. Reaching the end of the gully the stream cascaded 15 feet down John Rock so she scrambled up out of the far position but three stroke rang out as soon as she returned to the soldiers'view, she could hear the slug hissing through the Ulex europaeus inches from her thighs. Dropping back down she had no pick but to fling herself down the almost sheer jumpy driblet. Bloody feet slipping on the wet rocks her prat crashed onto a rock candy ledge one-half way down toppling her forward, munition outstretched. She belly flopped onto the bowlder at the backside, feeling ribs cracking like twig as her grimace splattered sideways onto the rock-and-roll. A broken os zygomaticum sent agonising stabs of pain every time her left eyeball moved in its socket as she coughed up trivial globules of blood from her punctured lung with each sore breath.

Yet still she staggered forward set double following the winding of the stream as it tumbled on down its lilliputian cleft. Her mad despair allowed her to pull ahead of the troops who assumed they must surely be closing on her. Her nails carelessly torn from her toes by the rough bed, her tanned breasts splattered with sweat and coughed up blood she spotted several large boulders close above the stream and hauled herself amongst them and wedged her body down tight between and half beneath them. In affright she looked back towards the stream expecting to see a tell tale track of blood but, painfully staring with just one eye she could see nothing obvious.

Tayna had heard the soldiers'gunshots in the distance and selfishly hoped that was the end of their following and they could now get something to eat. But as the hour passed nada more was seen or heard of the hunt. She crawled nigher to Frey and put an arm around her au naturel vibration shoulders. Frey was sobbing uncontrollably with stale, thirstiness and fear.

Marie must have got passed out for a short piece, for as awareness returned she had to noisily cough up a lot of blood from her lungs before she could get hold of a thick breathing space of air. She heard shouts nearby answered by more distant voices. It seemed the soldiers had stopped their rashly hobby and were now returning beating the clumps of Irish gorse and searching over a wide front. Her fainting had lost her precious sentence and she feared the troops would quickly spot the Boulder as a probable hiding place. She painfully dragged her tear aching body from beneath the boulder and painfully scampered and slithered along up away from the stream keeping as ending to the ground as possible. She had nearly made it into the shelter of a small copse when one of the soldiers spotted her. She heard yell then a gunfire followed by a sharp gust to her buttocks, which sent her sprawling as for the first sentence one of the bullets found its mark. Her unharmed lowly consistency felt as if flames were spreading inside her left thigh and through her abdomen. The bullet had hit off-white to be deflected inside her pelvic girdle then ripping through her humbled belly to burst bloodily from her body to the left of her navel.

An animal instinct for survival took over her pain racked body, she lifted her head and shoulders from the ground and dragged herself forward with her arms into the woods. A rifle fundament driven down hard between her shoulder blades soon halted her desperate progress. Angrily the old soldier, whose shot had stopped her, forcefully rolled her onto her spinal column with a boot at the side of her ribcage. A coup d'oeil at the bloody muddle they had recaptured made it vindicated they had piffling time if they were to exact revenge while she still clung to aliveness. The Sergeant caught up with them red faced and panting, but smiling at the old soldier he said `` I knew you did n't ask to unite in the practise earlier, well done ! ''. After looking at Marie, sprawled on her back shuddering as she struggled to breathe despite the agony each breathing spell caused in her crushed breast and pull abdominal cavity, he said `` get the former bitch over here to see what happens if they try to scat ''.

Tayna was dismayed to be dragged away from the new sheep carcass with which she was obsessed. As they were herded into the wood she was momentarily cheered by the mass of another fresh bloody carcass before she realised it was Marie. Once they were roughly lined up facing her the Sergeant commanded `` crucify her ! ''. Quickly finding a sturdy Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree to which a firm outgrowth was hurriedly lashed across, Marie was tied, arms spread above her, foot clear of the ground. As the horrified prisoners watched Marie strained twice causing blood to spurt from the ragged trap in her belly in addition to the continual trickle of blood down her left leg from her perforated buttock. However her one open eye stared aimlessly into space. The Sergeant took bayonets from two of the soldiers and using a rock as a hammer drove one through each wrist joint. Although little more could have been added to the torture she was already in, this activeness symbolised the finality of her demo position. The women were made to remain firm and check for nearly quarter of an time of day as, though no longer struggling, the pathetic fille ruined pectus still slowly rose and fell as her lungs filled with blood.

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

A tongue was set up and pieces of flesh were carved from the sheep to be roasted for the soldiers, except that as punishment for letting Marie get away the immature soldier got none. The Sergeant roughly carved a piece of raw flesh from the second joint of the human being carcass and threw it to the prisoner saying `` that 's all you 're going to get to eat so make the best of it ''. None of the hunched prisoner touched the bloody piece of meat and they tried to ignore its cosmos despite painfully clutching their empty aching bellies and shivering with cold. Eventually, in the interests of the company making some advancement the next day, the police sergeant relented and threw various handfuls of cold discarded offal from the sheep at them, which they fought each other to devour.

'' You gon na shag another corpse then '' teased the other soldiers. `` She was n't dead, well not THAT dead '' retorted the Thomas Young soldier. `` I'ld rather fuck that one '' said another pointing at Frey. He stood up and strode towards the terrified girlfriend who curled into a ball trying to hide her nakedness. `` Let 's see her properly '' called one of the others who were running over to join him. Soldiers grabbed the piddling blonde 's hand and feet and her pale eubstance was spreadeagled on its backrest, thin ramification spread encompassing. `` No ! Not me '' she sobbed. `` Yer just doing your old job again, slut '' laughed the soldier who was about to rape her. Another cruelly commented `` that corpse there had a much serious body than yer galvanic pile of ivory '' just before he forced his rigid penis in between her aching thighs while tearing at her small boob with his dirty fingernails. After seven of the libidinous soldiers had finished with her she just lay on her back panting with her legs still spread wide while the Sergeant re-bound her slim down wrists above her head to the longsighted rope. Tayna and the other adult female shuffled as far away from the obscene humiliated girl as their bonds permitted. The watch forenoon Tayna awoke to slight warmth on her back from the leap cheerfulness. Looking around she saw Frey stil lay as the soldiers had discarded her, exposing her sore sex between spread thighs. Her red eyes suggested she had been crying all night. The fire still smouldered and stank of burn down frame, as both the sheep 's and Marie 's carcase had been thrown onto it where the flaming had failed to completely consume them.

After the last twosome of Clarence Day'bad weather the outflow sunshine cheered the soldiers up considerably and they laughed as they repacked their kit before dragging their despondent prisoners to their base. Frey was dragged to her groundwork with capital discomfort. The soles of her groundwork shredded and her vagina swollen from abuse she immediately sat down again, her face expressionless as she looked at the Sergeant 's holster, half hoping he would draw his six-shooter and end her pain and humiliation.


Freyr had been moved back to supervene upon Tayna at the trailing end of the long rope and the sergeant guesssed that the threat of further pain rather than death would be more effective. `` Walk or they 'll just have to drag you '' he sneered. She again staggered to her feet, legs bowed and feet twisted on edge in agony. Yet Tayna was amazed that Frey still staggered along behind them as they climbed higher into the mass. In direct contrast to the Recent continuous cold and exposure they all now sweated in the hot sun as the climb stiffened, the soldiers perhaps worse off than the mainly scantily adorn prisoners.

Varnia 's useless cotton blouse, rotten from damp and sweat, sense apart at the seams across her shoulders from the perpetual tugging off her bound blazonry. Her right white meat fell out as it slipped down to the piffling amusement of the escort. Seeing the soldier alongside her laughing she spat at him in scorn, he swiftly tore away the stiff of her top, then slammed his rifle butt in her belly so hard that she doubled up in pain and fell to the land. Hearing the commotion the Sergeant ran back to see her sprawled on the ground, `` another bitch gone down '' sighed her aggressor. The sergeant-at-law kicked hard the incline of her belly, unaware of the previous blow, and she rolled onto her back, her contorted face screaming obscenity at him. He dragged her to her foundation by the hair, hit her in her screech mouth with the grip of his revolver break three or four dentition and snarled `` I hope we do n't induce to crucify you too, just when we 're almost there ''. Shocked at the senseless abuse of her innocent friend Tayna hurried to follow as Varnia started trudging forward again. The sudden restart took Frey off balance as she tried to facilitate the infliction from the soles of her feet.

'' Are they trying to fucking piss me off ? '' shouted the sweaty red face police sergeant as Frey sprawled forward. Tayna pulled gamely forward dragging Frey face down along the road, the other women also put effort into keeping the group moving forward. The Sergeant laughed at Frey 's body jerkily being dragged along leaving lean stripe and splatters of lineage on the stony priming coat and replaced his gun in its holster.
The youngest soldier, already too tired and thirsty to be aroused by Frey 's nakedness, viewed her as one might watch any bruise animate being. He idly wondered if she would be awake or short when they reached the internment camp, casually studying her afflictive twisting from side to side as she tried to prevent encourage laceration of her boob, ribs and pelvic arch from the stony track.

To add to the inmate disreputable coming into court as they approached the cantonment Tayna 's skirt again came unwrap and fell to the ground. The rag was momentarily dragged beneath Frey 's belly before it was left behind in the midriff of the road.

Tayna was surprised to see how few buildings there were at the internment camp. A match of large wooden shanty stood each side of the tall conducting wire gates. A high up circumference fencing topped with four strands of razor wire extended some way each side of the entrance to where fundamental watch towers stood at which points the fence presumably turned away.

The guard at the logic gate stood watching without emotion as the captive slowly struggled the last few yards towards him. Most other consignments had arrived piled onto farm carts or in the rachis of lorries, this was the commencement sentence an date had managed to get the their electric charge to shin all the way on understructure. As the guard pressed a button by the gate the Sergeant apologised for losing two of the eight convicts. `` Do n't worry, nearly of the other chemical group lost more than that before giving up and requisitioning some exaltation '' the guard replied.

The women were roughly shoved through the gates as an officer appeared from the nearest hut with two other armed guards. Tayna expect him to address them but he just stood and watched as Frey was dragged clear of an inner gate. The guards released their bonds then just walked away. They girls all just lay resting where they had been released, wondering what would happen next.

Then Tayna noticed another group of three women with tanned, or filthy, shinny slowly approaching them. They wore soiled and shattered wearing apparel clearly splattered with desiccated blood and the nearest carried a enceinte Harlan Fiske Stone in one fist. Tayna did n't like the way they stared intently at the new arrivals. `` Feeding time girls ! '' called out one of the guard duty with a grin. Horrified the six new arriver dragged Frey 's barely witting soundbox into the middle of their group and got to their feet facing off the three leering women. Tayna watched as they slowly circled them, all the while studying the new arrivals intently, their hard looking leader thenm snarled `` do n't look so scared, were not hungry ... yet '' before they ambled away.

After a monents muteness Varnia shakily said `` there seem to be some boulders near a current over there near the fence, I suggest we explore a bit ''. The hot women drank eagerly from the cool stream then Tayna suggested they sit Frey beneath the tone of the with child boulder. However when they looked beneath it there were the remains of at least two human skeletons, still with some hair's-breadth on the skulls, though most of the tree branch seemed to be missing. Tayna collapsed in a mickle sob, realising why the Judge had thought it unnecessary to specify continuance of their conviction. Varnia dragged the clappers out from beneath the bowlder tossing them into a tenuous dip in the soil about 20 yards away so they would n't bear to keep looking at them.

'' What are WE going to eat '' sobbed Tayna as she tried to hit Freyr well-fixed now the cool down water had revived her a bit. `` Them '' snarled Varnia pointing at the three savage still watching from a distance ! `` And we 'd better take it in turns to keep watch from on top of these stone '' she added with a insensate practicality. Tayna wondered how much of their predicament Frey understood as another of their emaciated associate sobbed `` I need to eat NOW '' then started tearing up clustering of the unretentive grass and grime and stuffing it into her mouth.

As the sun sank towards the ardent shimmering horizon Tayna climbed down after her turn keeping watch, where there had at least been a flimsy chilling cinch. She removed the ragged corpse of her tunica and rolled it into a rock oil thin pillow before settling down au naturel alongside Frey for the dark like an beast, clasping her hollow aching belly, unsure whether they would see another dawn, or even if she actually wanted to ...